#and so he panicked and spilled all the beans

[suckinitup]

i should be asleep byt im thibking about william and david again and how they just. Are. theres a world where william grew up to be not exactly like his brother, but so so similar. its. there was so much manipulation going on but so little lying. thats how david was able to get william on the backfoot like that- he just kept using the truth against him and let william’s own ideals do the rest of the work. the biggest lie was the omission of the heart attack risk. when i relisten to greyscale i am going to be listening very carefully for how david talks about it and i bet im going to find very very few promises of safety and more promises to let them go once theyre injected. he’s a fucking slimeball. he made his brother put his hands in an alien chest just to make sure he wouldnt be the only one blamed if things went wrong. he didnt seem to understand why vyncent and william were so upset about cantrip. he kept apple juice in his office and gave william a hug and he went home to check on their parents immediately after william warned him how dangerous things might be. he said the truck would wait. he trusted william to get the samples back from vyncent. Everything he fucking does oozes with self-interest and double intentions but fuck me, man. he fucked william up so much because of all the places that theyre similar. in another world william could have been like him. and that means that in another world he could have been like william too

[xtra7s]

After reading and gay panicking over "Something Special" I wanna see them doing some interviews together and just flirting. Wonder how the gays/fans might think about them and some of them were just "kiss already!"

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹: 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N go on a few interviews for their new show, "Unveiling Hearts."

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, fluff, some angst, jealous!Renee, shitty interviewer

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: I love this request so much it was so fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!!

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The soft hum of the studio lights filled the room as Renee Rapp and Y/N settled into their seats, ready for another interview about their hit show "Unveiling Hearts." The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and the chemistry between the two leading ladies was undeniable. The host, an enthusiastic journalist named Alex, couldn't help but notice the playful glances and subtle smiles exchanged between Renee and Y/N.

"Well, well, well, look at the dynamic duo gracing our studio today! Renee, Y/N, welcome back to the show!" Alex speaks loudly while grinning.

Renee smirks back at him, holding her hands out, opening and closing her fingers at him. "Thanks for having us, baby it's always a pleasure."

"Absolutely, we're thrilled to be here," Y/N responds, her thigh bumping against Renees.

The interview kicked off with questions about the latest season of "Unveiling Hearts," but the underlying tension between Renee and Y/N quickly surfaced. It wasn't long before the conversation took a turn, becoming a delightful dance of playful banter and teasing.

"Fans are loving the on-screen chemistry between your characters. How do you manage to make it look so effortless?" Alex asks, reading off of his cards as he tilts his head at them.

Renee grins at Y/N, turning her head back to Alex. "Well, when you're working with someone as talented and stunning as Y/N, it's hard not to have chemistry, on and off screen."

"Aw, thanks, Renee. You're not too bad yourself." Y/N returns the smile, squinting her eyes at Renee subtly.

The interview continued, with each question providing an opportunity for more flirting. Renee's fingers grazed Y/N's arm as they laughed at a shared inside joke, and Y/N playfully bit her lip when complimenting Renee's acting skills. The subtle touches and lingering glances were enough to leave the audience swooning.

Alex raised an eyebrow, asking a question curiously. "Alright, spill the beans! Are there any real-life romances blossoming behind the scenes?"

Renee and Y/N exchanged a knowing look before bursting into laughter.

Renee shakes her head softly, with a knowing grin. "Well, Alex, I think Y/N and I have a special connection, she's really my little baby, but it's all in good fun."

As the interview wrapped up, the air in the room was charged with anticipation. The chemistry between Renee Rapp and Y/N was undeniable, leaving fans eagerly awaiting the next episode of "Unveiling Hearts" and secretly hoping that the sparks flying off-screen might someday ignite into something more.

After the lively interview, Renee and Y/N found themselves in the hallway, heading toward the shared bathroom. The air was filled with light energy, a residue of the playful banter they had just shared on camera. Their laughter echoed through the hallway, a melody of shared secrets and inside jokes.

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as they walked through the halls of the building, "Well, that was certainly something."

"Definitely. I think we've mastered the art of subtle flirting during interviews." Y/N matched the expression on her face, their hands hitting against each other as they walked.

As they entered the bathroom, the door swung shut behind them. The atmosphere shifted, and the playful glances they exchanged during the interview now turned into something more intense. The muted lighting of the bathroom cast a warm glow over the scene.

Renee, unable to resist the magnetic pull, closed the distance between them. Y/N's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as Renee cupped her cheek gently. They shared a knowing smile before their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

The taste of shared laughter lingered as their lips danced together, a delightful extension of the chemistry that had filled the interview room. The giggles bubbled up between kisses, and the two women found themselves lost in the moment, their connection deepening with each stolen breath.

Renee pulled back with a shy smile, her breath hitting Y/N's face from the height difference. "Who knew an interview could be so… electrifying?"

"Maybe we should consider adding some behind-the-scenes footage for our fans." Y/N murmured, joking quietly with Renee as she held her waist gently.

Their laughter echoed off the bathroom walls, a symphony of joy and shared affection. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, a secret celebration of their connection. Eventually, they pulled away, foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy. Renee spoke softly, "I guess our characters aren't the only ones with chemistry."

With one last shared laugh, they exited the bathroom, ready to face another interview for their show. The interview had been a playful dance, and the stolen kisses in the bathroom were the encore, leaving fans to speculate and daydream about the real-life love story unfolding behind the scenes of "Unveiling Hearts."

The studio lights illuminated the set as Y/N and Renee settled into their chairs for another interview. This time, the atmosphere was charged with a subtle tension. The host, a charismatic interviewer named Jordan, couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's charm, and it didn't go unnoticed by Renee, who sat beside Y/N, casting occasional glances at Jordan.

Jordan smirked as he looked solely at Y/N, almost ignoring Renee's presence altogether. "Y/N, welcome back! It's always a pleasure to have you on the show."

"Thanks, Jordan. We're excited to be here." Y/N smiled with a nod, looking towards Renee with a supportive smile.

The questions started innocently enough, but as the interview progressed, Jordan's tone took on a more flirtatious edge. Y/N, being the charismatic (and nervous) individual she was, played along, exchanging smiles and witty banter. Renee, however, began to sense a shift in the dynamic and couldn't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness.

Jordan leaned in towards Y/N, an smile on his face making Y/N uneasy. "Y/N, your character on 'Unveiling Hearts' is just so captivating. How do you manage to bring such intensity to the screen?"

"Well, Jordan, it helps to have an amazing co-star like Renee. Our on-screen chemistry is something special." Y/N responded quickly, placing a hand on Renee's knee and squeezing it supportively as a way to calm her down.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, winking at Y/N. "I can imagine. But I must say, Y/N, your personal charm is equally captivating. How do you keep that magnetic energy off-screen?"

Renee's grip on the armrest tightened, and she shot a subtle glance at Y/N, who maintained her composed demeanor. The flirtatious undertones were growing more apparent, and Renee felt a rising urge to assert herself.

"Well, Jordan, Y/N is just naturally magnetic. It's hard not to be drawn to her, on and off the set." Renee responds, clenching her jaw as she smiles widely at him.

Jordan leans even closer, smiling at Renee but focusing on Y/N. "I couldn't agree more. And speaking of off-screen, are there any real-life romances going on with you beyond the screen, Y/N?"

Y/N held a wide smile, her eyes flickering down to Renee's clenched hands. "there is, actually. She's pretty great."

Renee snapped her head toward Y/N, a smile growing on her face softly, though her eyes revealed a subtle tension. She couldn't openly express her protective instincts, knowing their relationship needed to remain a secret. The interview continued with Jordan's flirty remarks, leaving Renee to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining composure while silently reassuring herself.

As the interview concluded, Y/N and Renee exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment of the unique challenges they faced in the world of fame. Once off-camera, Y/N couldn't help but address the situation.

Once in the car, Y/N turned to Renee in the driver's seat, grabbing her hand softly. "Are you okay? That got a bit intense."

Renee smiled softly at Y/N as she examined Renee's palms, running her fingers over the fingernail marks dug into them. "I'm fine, Y/N. Just part of the job. Besides, I know you're mine, baby."

Y/N nodded, managing a smile, as she leaned down and kissed Renee's palms softly, the protective instinct lingering in Renee's eyes as they navigated the intricacies of fame and secrecy.

A few days had passed since the interview, and Y/N and Renee found themselves at home, seeking comfort in each other's company. The soft glow of the evening sun filled their living room as they nestled into the cushions of the sofa. With their favorite blanket draped over them, they scrolled through TikTok, creative edits and reactions the fans had come up with in response to the recent interview popping up on Renee's feed.

Y/N giggled, pointing cutely at the screen. "Look at this one, Renee! It's you being pissed as hell at that one interviewer "

Renee wrapped her arm around Y/N protectively, drawing her in closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together. As they watched the tiktoks, snippets of their playful banter during the interview were mixed with behind-the-scenes clips of them laughing and enjoying each other's company.

"Well, they certainly know how to capture our chemistry, on and off-screen." Renee grinned, grasping Y/N tightly as she kissed her gently.

Y/N kissed her back lightly, "It's amazing how creative the fans are. I love how they pick up on the smallest details."

They continued scrolling, finding edits that ranged from heartwarming to downright hilarious. The comments section was filled with fans expressing their love for the on-screen couple and speculating about the hidden dynamics behind the scenes.

Renee shook her head with an eye roll at the edit of Renee increasingly upset during Jordan's interview, "Fuck that asshole. Seriously."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Renee's forehead. The weight of the secret they were keeping from the public faded away in the warmth of their shared laughter and affection.

They continued their TikTok journey, immersing themselves in the fan-created content that showcased their on-screen chemistry and the subtle hints of their off-screen connection. The living room echoed with laughter and the occasional gasp at the creativity of their dedicated fans.

Renee kissed her cheek, grinning at her. "We might need to step up our game if they're catching on this quickly."

"Game on, Rapp."

[siriuslysmoking]

more jegulus x reader? anything really as long as its super fluffy

Surprise

Pairing: jegulus x reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Pregnancy, lying (for the surprise duhhh), nothing big (lemme know if i missed anything)

Notes: FLUFFY JEGULUS!!!! I WAS BORN FOR THISSSS!! I hope it's okay that I made this a pregnancy announcement, but that's what I was in the mood for.

They were catching on, you couldn't hide it for much longer. Regulus and James noticed the suddenly baggy clothes, it wasn't as if you didn't wear baggy things, just not this much.

You had never lied to your boys like this, a small thing maybe, but this was big. you had something growing inside of you and you hadn't told your boys yet.

Of course the first person you went to was your friend Lily, you would have gone to Sirius or Remus but they'd spill the beans, you knew you could trust Lily.

She had a perfect plan.

You carefully fixed the bows on the two presents, you were sitting on the couch, waiting for Regulus and James' arrival after hanging out with their friends. You were fidgeting with you hands as you waited for the sound of the door opening. your leg shaking up and down off the floor. You hadn't worn a tight shirt in a while, not wanting to ruin the surprise, but you were today, you had a blanket covering your belly to make sure you didn't give anything away. You were sure the boys wouldn't say anything, but just incase they noticed anything.

Regulus and James will be ecstatic but will they be mad at you for not telling them sooner? They were -James Mostly- so excited to start trying for a baby, ever since Alice and Frank had their baby James got baby fever. It's not like Regulus Didn't want a baby, h just wasn't as excited as James was when you all agreed.

A soft thud knocked you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath in when you saw them both walk into the living room, James came over to kiss your cheek, Regulus who was about to do the same, paused as he saw you twisting the rings adorning your fingers.

"are you okay, Love?" Regulus murmured, leaning down so that your faces were level, him crouched in front of the chair you sat in.

"Mhm." you hummed, looking towards James you began to speak again, "I have something for the both of you."

"oh? wait-" James' eyes widened, looking towards the kitchen, sounding panicked, "What's the date?"

"nothing important, Jamie." you laughed, your nerves slowly mellowing, "Just a normal day."

You looked towards Regulus and he had his eyes on you with his eyebrows knitted together in question. He was always the most observent.

"come sit." you patted the couch next to your chair. they both followed your hand, taking they're spot on the couch. "alright."

you nodded to yourself as you moved your hand behind the chair to grab the two boxes. "open."

"Sweetheart..." James trailed off, holding his present, while looking at Regulus. "You didn't have to get us anything for this 'normal day'."

"open it." you started growing impatient, mostly with Regulus' hot gaze on you with questions in his eyes.

"okay." Regulus and James both torn into their present, James more enthusiastic, while Regulus kept his paper in just one sheet with few rips.

They both slowly pulled out the fabric, holding the shirts up to their body, James laughed, "Oh, Sweetheart, no need for a shirt, I already know what you like to call me."

You put your hand up to your mouth, as Regulus moved forward, crouched in front of you once more, you raised the blanket from your lap as Regulus held onto your stomach. "Really?"

"I'm confused..." James trailed off, he looked. at Regulus' shirt where it lay on the coffee table and then his, Regulus' hands, and then back to you. his eyes widened a second time again. "You're not serious."

You nodded, holding the ultrasound pictures up for them both to look at. "Regulus it has your nose! And my hair! I already know it's gonna be a quidditch player."

James was bouncing up and down, he leaned down to hug then turned, quickly racing down the hallway, "I"VE GOT TO GO CALL PADS!!!!!"

You and Regulus laughed at James as hid figure disappeared down the hallway. you decided to cuddle up on the couch while waiting for James to get back.

"Padfoot, Guess what!"

[rebelelegance]

Can I get MCU!peter Parker x female reader fluff where they had been dating in secret for a few months before they get caught sneaking into each other’s room at night by your choice and they finally decide to tell the avengers and just pure fluff at the end thank you 😘😘

Love, nonny 💕💕

Juice Pops

A/N: I tweaked it just a bit. Hope you like it!

Summary: You and Peter decided to keep things quiet. That is, until a certain 5 year old decided even juice pops couldn’t stop her from telling her dad about the weird things she’d heard and seen.

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x reader, Avengers x teen!reader, Bucky x teen!kinda-sister!reader

w/c:2700+

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, reader is an orphan, thought it’s only mentioned once. All avengers are alive. No one dies. Period.

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Peter Parker was the sweetest human being ever. He was an amazing friend too, but he was the best boyfriend.

You’d joined the avengers a little after he had, after your best friend Lila Barton had seen your sparring skills when she’d come to watch one day. One thing led to another and you’d become the youngest agent on the team. When you and Peter met, you’d hit it off immediately. 

Currently you were seated in your room in the tower, struggling with calculus when said boy scrambled through your window.

“Baby you have no idea what happened today,” he started, dropping his bag on the bed, pulling off his mask, full of excitement. You stopped, getting up and turning to him as he wrapped his hands around your waist, your own resting on his shoulders. “Yeah? What’d I miss?” you asked, a goofy smile on your face.

“I got an old lady a taco for free, courtesy of the suit,” he grinned.

You laughed, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. He smelled like a tree. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest, as if that was even possible. 

“I missed you,” he whispered, one hand resting on your head, as the other wrapped itself around your torso. 

“Me too, spidey,” you responded, lips sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin, as you placed a soft kiss on his neck.

You both went to different schools, which meant you only saw each other at the tower. However, no one else knew about the relationship, because you were afraid of their reactions.

Except Ned. And Lila.

Which meant that you had to keep things subtle.

Which also meant you weren’t supposed to cast loving glances or wink at each other. 

You weren’t supposed to. But what else were Ned and Lila around for?

Peter pulled away slightly, just so that he could see your face, your bodies still flush against each other’s.  He cupped your jaw, kissing your forehead first, before his lips met yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned, grabbing your lower lip with his teeth, tugging slightly, his hands sliding down the curve of your body, down till your hip, before squeezing it lightly. 

You both pulled away after a few minutes, gasping for air, lips swollen and cheeks red. Just as you were about to reconnect, you heard a knock on your door. Both of your eyes widened in panic, before Peter quickly dived under your bed, relying on the shadows to hide him.

You straightened yourself out before quickly opening the door, to find a very amused looking Bucky staring back at you. “Y’alright kid?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. You tried to move slightly, trying to cover your bed as much as possible.

“Yup! Perfectly, perfectly fine,” you said, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. He nodded, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “Alright then, dinner’s ready,” he told you, peeking past you into your room, before turning around and leaving. 

You quickly spun around shutting the door and leaning against it. Peter crawled out from under the bed, dusting himself off before giving you a panicked look. You shook your head, “Even if he heard, he won’t spill the beans.” you assured him. 

Bucky had quickly become like an older brother to you, taking you under his wing when they all found out you didn’t have any parents. He’d done everything for you, from showing you the ropes of handling yourself on the field, to trying (and failing) to help you with homework. He’d even threatened a few boys that had been after you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew, but were confident he wouldn’t tell. However, he and Peter never seemed to get along, so it did seem off that he hadn’t lectured you about it yet.

Maybe he didn’t know as much as you thought. Or maybe he suspected it was someone else.

It was definitely the second one. You knew how much Bucky disliked Peter, and he probably trusted that you wouldn't date him.

You felt the teensiest bit guilty.

“I should get down to dinner,” you said, walking up to your boyfriend. He nodded, the disappointment on his face evident. “I’m sorry. You should go home for dinner too. Come back after, yeah?” you asked, holding his face in your hands. He nodded again, “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more, before grabbing his bag and jumping out the window. You ran over, watching as he swung away into the night, before closing, and pulling the blinds, then making your way downstairs.

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“Princessa, please explain to my sister that she is absolutely wrong,” Pietro pleaded, pointing to Wanda with his fork.

“I am not! N/n tell him that he’s the one who’s wrong,” Wanda replied, staring angrily at her brother.

They were talking about Wanda’s cooking.

Pietro hated it.

The team was divided, exactly half supporting one of the siblings each, so naturally Pietro looked to you for help. 

You held your hands up in defense, “Don’t ask me. I need food. As long as I get it, I’m not judging,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“But if you had to choose?” Pietro asked, waving his fork around.

You pretended to ponder your choices for a minute, before shrugging, “If I had to,” you dragged, looking between the both of them before your eyes settled on Wanda. Her face lit up - “it’d be Pietro,” you said, raising your hand as he gave you a high-five. Wanda frowned, “I should’ve known. Of course you’d support him! I’m not helping you with homework anymore!”

You stared at her, mouth agape. “Don’t bring my homework into this,” you warned, waving your fork in her face. She just shrugged before continuing to eat.

The entire table erupted in laughter, Wanda and yourself included. 

After eating, you quickly ran up to your room, finding Peter already waiting on your bed.

“You’re lucky no one else can open this door without my permission,” you told him, climbing in next to him. He pulled you into his chest, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. You sighed, letting yourself relax.

He ran a hand through your hair, “How was your day?” he asked quietly.

You hummed, “It was good. Calculus sucks though.”

You felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest, “Yeah, it’s a tough one.”

You felt yourself slipping into a slumber, soft lips against your forehead.

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“Ms.L/N, Ms.Stark wants entry into your room,” FRIDAY announced, your eyes snapping open. 

You groaned, “Let her in.”

The little girl walked into your room as the door opened, bare feet against the cold morning tile.

She paused a few feet away from your bed as you sat up stretching, “What’s up Mickey?” you asked. The nickname coming from her obsession with Mickey Mouse. 

“Why is Petey in your bed?”

Your eyes widened in shock, head spinning around to find Peter asleep in your bed.

Oh shit.

“Uhhh,” you had to think fast, “He was helping me with uh-with- with homework and he - um- he got tired - and he- he just fell a-asleep here. Yeah.” you said nodding, satisfied with your answer. How suspicious could a 5-year old be?

But that’s when Peter woke up.

He sat up stretching, wrapping his arms around you, before pressing a kiss to the side of your chest. “Good Morning, baby.”

The panic in your chest grew.

Morgan stared at you for a minute, “Why did he just call you baby then?”

Yep. You were fucked.

Peter seemed to have realized what was going on then, because he immediately backed away, back hitting the wall. You turned to glare at him, as he shot you an apologetic look.

“Okay, okay, Morgan look. You can’t tell anyone.” you said, getting off the bed to kneel in front of her.

She blinked, “It’s a secwet?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s a secret,” you said, nodding.

She put her tiny finger on her chin, tapping slowly, looking away, thinking about it.

You hated how a 5 year old was making you feel so terrified, right now.

She looked at you, the most sinister smile a kid could muster, forming on her lips. “Then, you get me all the free juice pops I want. Whenever, I want” she said.

Dammit, she was good.

You nodded. You had no choice. 

She gave you a tight nod, before prancing out of the room, the actual reason she’d walked in long forgotten.

“We’re fucked,” your boyfriend said, letting out a breath of air.

“You think?!” you asked, spinning around.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know! I literally just woke up!”

You shook your head. “Whatever. We just have to,” you waved your hands around, “give her what she wants,” you sighed.

“She’ll get sick.”

“Do YOU want to explain to Mr.Stark why you’re dating the newest recruit?” you asked, pointing to him.

He shook his head frantically. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair. 

“So, what now?” he asked, climbing off of your bed.

You looked at the wall clock, sighing. “Now, we have school,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

Peter nods. “See you after school?”

You nod, pulling him in for a quick kiss, before you both bid each other goodbye and he was out your window.

Today’s gonna be a long day.

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You’d managed to force Lila into coming to the tower with you, surprising Clint a little.

“You girls alright?” he asks, watching his daughter walk in with you.

“We’re fine dad, we’re gonna go study,” Lila assures him, pushing you towards the stairs. 

“She just doesn’t wanna go see her boyfriend right now, Mr.Barton!” you yell, Lila hitting you immediately, eyes narrowed, “Shut up!”

You’d basically called her in as a reinforcement. 

Within 5 minutes of you entering your room, Morgan made her way in.

The fear you felt for this child was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

“Juice pop,” she declared. You sighed, getting off the bed, as Lila started snickering. You shot her a look over your shoulder as you guided Morgan towards the kitchen. Luckily, there was no one there. 

You got her the flavor she wanted, and she skipped off again. You thought the worst of it was over.

Boy, were you wrong.

She came back twice before dinner.

The second time, Sam saw you give her one.

The third time, it was Steve.

“I swear if she comes back again, I’m gonna blow,” you whispered to Lila on your way down.

Peter was helping Natasha and Pepper set up the table, and you quietly joined them, trying to signal to Peter that things were going well so far. It was one of the days when he ate over at the tower, but you hoped it wouldn’t mess things up.

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Morgan decided she wanted to sit around with all of the “big people” today.

Her eyes wouldn’t leave you and Peter.

The second you finished eating, is when hell struck.

“Y/N, I want a juice pop,” she said grinning.

Oh boy.

“Morgan, you already had one,” Steve said.

“She did?” Tony asked.

“Two,” Sam said, holding up two fingers.

“What?!” Pepper asked, shocked.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

“Wrong!” Morgan giggled. Your eyes snapped to her, trying to warn her.

She held up 3 fingers. “I had thwee.”

That little-

You looked at Lila with pleading eyes, but you could tell that even she didn’t know what to do.

The panic in your chest grew, the adults talking over each other as your eyes found Peter, the same thoughts circling his mind.

We’re done for.

“Morgan, honey, who gave you those?” Tony asked.

Don't say Y/N. Don't say Y/N. Don't -

“Y/N”

Annnd she said Y/N.

All heads turned to you.

You looked at Morgan. You were still safe. As long as she didn’t-

“And if she doesn’t give me one more, I’m telling everyone her wittle secret.”

Your eyes widened, landing on a very terrified looking Peter.

“What secret? You might as well spill ‘cause you’re not getting anymore juice pops,” Tony declared, eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

Morgan shrugged, “Petey called Y/N baby,” she giggled, “and they were sleeping together.” 

You wished you could make like Scott and just disappear.

“What?!” Bucky yelled.

“We weren’t having sex, I swear!” Peter blurted out.

“What’s sex?” Morgan asked.

“Not in front of the kid!” Pepper exclaimed, dragging Morgan away.

“You were sleeping on her bed?” Clint asked.

“They were just sleeping, dad!”

“Lila, you knew?!”

“FRIDAY, how come I didn’t get any reports of Peter coming in through the window or something?”

“It’s not necessarily a safety hazard, sir.”

“Yeah, well from now on it is.”

“Noted, sir”

You looked around as everyone started talking over each other. You couldn’t think, not in this noise.

“OKAY!” you yelled, silencing everyone.

You looked at Peter, “The cat’s out of the bag,” you muttered.

“Hell yeah. So, care to explain?” Buck asked. You could tell he was mad.

You let out a shaky breath, “We,” you said pointing between you and Peter, “are dating.”

The table was eerily quiet. No one said a word.

“We didn’t know how you would react. We knew some of you,” Peter paused, looking at Bucky, “wouldn’t like it very much.” 

“Alright.” Steve nodded, “The three of you get out of here, the adults need to talk,” he pointed to you, Peter and Lila. 

“And stay downstairs where we can see you,” Bucky ordered.

You all nodded, before slipping away quietly.

Lila tried to comfort you both, but you were still scared. You didn’t like the way Bucky had been looking at you. Almost, like he’d felt… betrayed. You knew they wouldn’t tell you to break up, but you were worried that it would weaken your relationship with Bucky.

When they called the three of you out, you could still see the fire in his eyes. And as expected, the verdict was not that bad.

“Just - keep your door open,” Tony said, tiredly rubbing his face, “and you,” he pointed to Peter, “use the goddamn front door.” 

“You got that?” Steve asked.

You both nodded.

“That’s enough drama for one night, you guys should go to sleep,” Bruce said. 

You looked to Peter, and he hesitantly came over, giving you a hug, his chin against your head. “We’re okay,” he whispered. 

“Yeah.” 

“I’ll text you,” he said, pulling away. You nodded, his eyes flickered to your lips, but you shook your head.

Not in front of everyone. Definitely not now.

He seemed to understand, and so he just quietly walked away, bidding everyone a good night.

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It was past 11pm and you still couldn’t sleep.

You were worried about Bucky being mad at you.

You got out of bed, “FRIDAY, is Bucky asleep?” you asked. 

“No he isn’t, Ms. L/N. He is in his room, however”

You nodded, making your way out of your room and over to his. You knocked in his door, and it swung open after a few moments.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking tired.

“Are you mad at me?” you questioned, your voice breaking slightly.

“What? No,” he said, pulling you into his room.

You both walked over to his bed, sitting down side by side.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, looking at you.

“ ‘Cause you don’t like Peter,” you said matter - of - factly.

He laughed. “You’re right, but I mean, if he’s making you happy,” he shrugged, “who am I to judge?” 

“Really?”

“Yes, but," he said pointing to you, suddenly looking serious, “if he hurts you - ”

“You’ll break his neck?” you asked, grinning. 

He tilted his head to the side, “I was gonna say, I’ll mess up his pretty little face but sure, you’ve got a better idea.”

“Bucky!” you gasped.

He burst out laughing again, and this time you joined in.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” you asked after a minute, making your best puppy face.

“Y/N” he groaned.

“Please! I swear I won’t pull all of the blanket off of you this time!” you said, joining your hands in a prayer-like manner.

He looked at you, clearly not trusting you.

“And I’ll never hide something from you again. I promise.”

“Deal” he said, climbing over to his side of the bed.

“That’s all it took?” you asked, laughing, and laying down next to him.

“Hey! I’m a simple man!” he said feigning shock.

You scoffed, “A simple man who hates a teenager.”

“A simple man who hates Peter Parker. There’s a difference,” he said, holding up his finger.

“Oh shut up Barnes!”

[faithshouseofchaos]

“Sunshine the Ghost whisperer” Simon ghost Rylie x Sunshine!OC!Reader

Part one of ?

Warnings none

Word count — 1659

Would you want to see a second part?

"Sunshine" was the name that the 414 had affectionately given you. To many of the men on the task force, your presence was a mystery. They couldn't fathom how someone like you had earned a spot among them, particularly Ghost. He was a man of stark contrasts—brash and unyielding, thriving in solitude. For him, the task force was a sanctuary, a place where emotional entanglements were non-existent. Here, he could navigate through challenges without the burdens of vulnerability, relishing the freedom of being hard-edged and unapproachable.

One evening, as the task force gathered after a long day, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of exhaustion and camaraderie. They sat around in a circle, their banter filling the air.

Gaz looked over at you, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, Sunshine," he began, a hint of teasing in his tone, "I've been wondering something about you."

You turned your gaze towards Gaz, a subtle smile playing on your lips.

"And what's that?" you asked, your voice as soft and soothing as a gentle breeze. Gaz chuckled, exchanging a glance with Soap, who sat beside him.

"Well, considering the nature of this task force," Gaz began, "I have to ask, how did someone like you end up here, among us? You're a medic, yeah, but your personality just seems..." His voice trailed off as if searching for the right words.

Soap grinned, leaning in slightly. "Yeah, you're like a ray of sunshine in the middle of a storm. It's kinda refreshing, to be honest." He chuckled, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth.

Soap eyebrows lifted. "Unexpected paths, huh?" He chuckled. "Don't leave us hanging. We're all ears."

Gaz nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, spill the beans, Sunshine. We've got time to kill."

You leaned back, your eyes taking on a thoughtful expression. "Alright, I suppose I can reveal a bit of my story."

Soap and Gaz leaned in, their attention focused on you. The flickering fire cast shadows on their faces, making their expressions even more eager.

"I started in the medical field, working in civilian hospitals. But one day, an opportunity arose through a friend." Your voice was calm, betraying no hint of past turmoil. "The 141 task force was looking for a medic, and my friend thought I'd be a good fit."

Gaz and Soap exchanged glances, surprised by the simplicity of the tale.

"Just like that?" Gaz asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "You were just recommended, and you joined?"

You chuckled softly. "Well, it's not quite as simple as that. I had to go through rigorous testing and training."

Soap leaned forward. "So, you're saying you're a legit badass, even though you look like sunshine and rainbows?" You smiled a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Looks can be deceiving, Soap. I have skills that come in handy in this line of work."

Gaz chuckled, nodding his head. "I'll say. The way you stitch up some of these guys, you'd think you have magic hands." Soap chimed in, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, you've probably seen more body parts than a butcher, and yet, somehow, you're always calm and composed. How do you keep it together?"

You let out a soft laugh. "It's a necessary skill to have in this profession. Panicking won't help anyone. Plus, I've seen my fair share of gory scenes. I've learned to compartmentalize and focus on the task at hand when it counts most."

Gaz nodded approvingly. "That explains why you're always the steady rock in the chaos of a mission."

Soap chimed in, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. "Yeah, but don't you ever freak out? I mean, you see some pretty messed-up stuff, and you just calmly patch us up like it's another day at the office."

You smiled, the corners of your eyes crinkling slightly. "Occasionally, yes, there are moments when I feel the weight of it all. But panicking won't help anyone."

Gaz chuckled. "See, that's what's so amazing about you. You keep your cool, even in the most stressful situations."

Soap leaned in. "Is that why you always seem to know how to calm Ghost down when he's in a mood?"

Your expression softened a hint of knowing in your eyes. "Ah, Ghost. I've learned his cues, his tells."

Soap chuckled. "Yeah, he's a surly bastard most of the time. But when you're around, he seems a bit more...tolerable."

You laughed softly. "I try my best. He's always so guarded, so serious. Someone has to break through that tough exterior."

Gaz chuckled. "And you're the designated 'Ghost whisperer' now?"

You laughed. "Well, someone has to keep him from brooding all the time."

Soap smirked. "Yeah, who else would be able to handle his brooding better than you, a ray of sunshine?"

You shrugged. "He's just misunderstood, I suppose. There's more to him than meets the eye."

Gaz raised an eyebrow. "More than brooding and scowling? I'm surprised."

Soap chuckled. "Maybe you should start a support group for dealing with the grumpy Lieutenant."

You laughed, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure that'd go over well. A support group for dealing with the Lieutenant's bad mood."

Soap snickered. "I can already picture the bumper stickers: 'My friend is a grumpy Lieutenant' and 'I survived a grumpy Lieutenant's mood swing.'

Gaz joined in, chuckling. "And the t-shirts: 'I survived Ghost's glare' and 'Grumpy Lieutenant is my spirit animal.'

You laughed harder, your laughter mingling with Gaz and Soap's. It was a unique moment of lightheartedness amid their dangerous profession.

Soap smirked. "You know, maybe we should start charging for your 'Ghost-Whisperer' services. You could make a killing."

Gaz chuckled. "Yeah, we could make a fortune. 'Grumpy Lieutenant Mood Swing Pass: Buy one, get one free.' People would pay top dollar to avoid his scowls."

You grinned, the corners of your eyes crinkling. "And we could offer additional perks like 'Limited Edition Grumpy Lieutenant Scowl Merchandise' and 'Ghost-Proof Armor for Dealing with His Glares.'"

Soap chimed in, his eyes sparkling with humor. "Definitely. And maybe we could create a special 'Ghost Temper Tantrum Survival Kit,' complete with earplugs, stress balls, and a 'How to Deal with a Grumpy Lieutenant' manual."

You chuckled, leaning back and enjoying the banter. "Don't forget the special 'Ghost Snark Translator' app. Just input his grumpy comments, and it'll provide a friendly, sunshine-approved translation."

Gaz laughed. "And let's not forget the 'Ghost Appreciation Society' merchandise. We could sell badges and T-shirts with his surly face on them as a sign of support."

Soap added, "And for the premium package, we could offer 'One-on-One Therapy Sessions' where you charge people a fortune to listen to Ghost's grumpy rants." You shook your head, your laughter now turning into light giggles. "Oh man, we could make a killing with that. We'll have to start investing in grumpy Lieutenant-themed merchandise immediately." You shook your head, your laughter now turning into light giggles. "Oh man, we could make a killing with that. We'll have to start investing in grumpy Lieutenant-themed merchandise immediately."

While the three of you were laughing you didn’t notice the man in question had walked into the room and had heard your conversation.

The laughter died on your tongue as you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, your eyes landed on the tall, imposing figure of Lieutenant Ghost, glowering at you.

A moment of awkward silence passed before Soap broke into a sly grin. "Ah, speak of the devil. Look who's here, just in time to hear us plotting his grumpy business empire."

Ghost's dark eyes flicked to Soap, his glare becoming even more intense. He wasn't amused by the ongoing banter.

Gaz chuckled nervously, trying to diffuse the tension. "Er, Ghost, we were just having a bit of a laugh about..."

He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence without pissing off the Lieutenant further. But you, ever the calm and collected one, took a step forward. "Just a friendly conversation about the benefits of grumpiness, Lieutenant."

Ghost's gaze shifted to you, his glare softening slightly, but only slightly. He stayed silent, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Soap, fearless as ever, decided to chime in again. "Yeah, we were thinking of starting a line of grumpy merchandise. Maybe some 'Ghost Scowl T-shirts' or 'Lt. Grumpface Coffee Mugs.'"

Gaz winced, bracing himself for Ghost's reaction.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, and he huffed silently, his shoulders tensing. He didn’t appreciate the idea of his grumpy persona being turned into a merchandise line.

You stepped closer, your voice gentle but firm. "We're just teasing, Lieutenant. Don't take it too seriously." Ghost's gaze shifted to you again, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, he held your gaze, a flicker of something indecipherable passing through his dark eyes.

Finally, he spoke, his voice gruff and gruff. "I don't find it funny. I don't appreciate my mood being the subject of your mockery."

Soap, ever the jokester, tried to lighten the mood again. "Come on, Lieutenant, lighten up. We're just joking around. It's all love."

Gaz facepalmed internally, wondering when Soap would learn when to stop. Ghost's eyes narrowed further, and he took a step closer to Soap. "I have no patience for your jokes. You'd do well to remember that, Sergeant."

Gaz and Soap exchanged nervous glances, realizing they'd pushed it too far this time. You, sensing the tension escalating, quickly stepped between Ghost and Soap, your presence a calming influence.

You smiled gently at Ghost, trying to soothe his irritated mood. "It was just a harmless conversation, Lieutenant. No harm intended."

Ghost's gaze switched back to you, and he seemed to soften again, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He huffed silently, his eyes flicking between you, Soap, and Gaz.

For a moment, he looked like he was contemplating saying something, but then he simply grunted, "Hmph," and turned on his heel, striding out of the room without another word.

[stars-n-spice]

Hello, how did Tess, Echo and Wreker react to the news about their girlfriends' pregnancy?

Hello!

In short? With a lot of shock and crying (happy tears of course!) probably 🤣 but for a more detailed answer:

For Tech and Phee:

I imagine that when Phee told Tech, she had it like all planned out and everything - she was just so excited to surprise him about it because they had been trying for a kid, so she knew he wanted this

So then when she finally does tell him, Tech's brain sorta short circuits for a moment because he can't believe what she's telling him - he freezes up and goes completely silent and Phee's like "Uh oh." because she thinks she broke him or something

But then he reboots and begins to yap away like,, you cannot shut this man up - he's so happy, and he's just talking nonstop about anything and everything about the baby on the way, practically vibrating with excitement

"How long have you known?" "Are you doing alright?" "How far along are you?" "What are we going to name the baby?" "Should I build a crib?" "What color should we paint the nursery?" "We need to get baby clothes, where are we going to find those?" "You're doing alright though, yes? No complications?" - And so on and so on

You can just tell he was so excited and so happy and just couldn't stop talking about it and every moment after that, he'll talk endlessly about how happy he is and how he's going to be a father to anyone who'll listen

For Echo and Viram:

Echo and Viram didn't really plan to have kids because of their busy and dangerous lifestyles working for the rebellion, but lo and behold! So when Viram found out, she kinda panicked and tried to keep it a secret from Echo for as long as possible

Obviously, that didn't work out, because Echo knew something was up and Viram could only hold the secret for so long so eventually, she had to spill the beans

She was very nervous about telling Echo so she was a bit emotional during it and when she finally told him, Echo pretty much fainted at first upon finding out and that only made Viram panic a little more

But once she was able to get him back, she was surprised to see/hear how incredibly happy Echo was when she confirmed she was indeed pregnant and almost immediately he began to cry because he didn't think he'd ever have anything like this

They have a long talk after they're not crying anymore and Echo reassures Viram that they're going to be okay, that he's not mad, and he's grateful that she's not sick or anything like he'd thought and it was just pregnancy side effects - so in the end it all works out and Echo swears it was one of the happiest moments of his life while it was one the most stressful for Viram

For Wrecker and Khea:

The twins are their first biological children (since at that point they already have adopted Stak and Itri as Foundlings) and they actually find out about the pregnancy together because Khea had no idea she was pregnant at all - in her defense, she has a lot of issues and didn't think much about some obvious signs

She suffers the usual side effects and Wrecker's a little panicked and stressed because he thinks she's seriously sick or something, but Khea adamantly insists that she's fine (she hates going to the doctor) before eventually she gives in for Wrecker's sake and they go get it checked out

That's how they find out together that not only is Khea pregnant but she's having twins and they both, rightfully, start to freak out a little bit at the huge news - probably with a loud "WHAT?!" before Khea starts to get upset because she wasn't exactly planning for this to happen and was afraid of what adding more siblings might mean due to past traumas with her brothers while Wrecker was torn between feeling bad because Khea was visibly distressed and feeling elated at the news

Then Khea sees how happy and excited Wrecker is and she starts to feel a little better about the whole thing as he eases her anxieties about everything, reassuring her that they'll be okay and handle whatever the future throws at them

Of course, Khea eventually comes around and like Tech, Wrecker cannot shut up about how happy and excited he is about welcoming the twins and in turn, Stak and Itri and both very excited to have new siblings and be a big brother and sister to them

But that's how I'd imagine it would go! Thank you for the ask, sorry it took a while for me to answer it! But I do love and appreciate all the questions you ask about my OCs so thank you! 😊🩵

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Y'all. Listen to Cowboy Carter. It's gonna be the main soundtrack to this damn fic. Beyoncé has done it AGAIN. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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THREE: PRETTY THANG.

You are quiet as a church mouse walking up the rickety steps, leaving the saloon behind. 

The sounds from the saloon grow more distant the farther you get up the steps, leaving you with some silence to concentrate on your footing. You’ve studied which floorboards make the most noise from so many nights of sneaking out to listen in on Kenzo’s phone conversations. 

You sneak past the many doors where you hear the moans from clients and the creaking of bed springs––all indications of Kenzo’s secret “business”––to a closed door where you hear the sound of Kenzo’s panicked voice.

You crouch down and press your ear to the door, catching a snippet of Kenzo’s words: “....ridiculous!” he exclaims. “There has to be a mistake! I'm just a lowly saloon owner and I’ve never been affiliated with any criminals! I don’t–“ 

“Cut the bullshit, Valentine,” Gojo interrupts, sounding irked though his voice is still soothing and light. “We know that’s you. What, you thought that wack ass haircut and makeup was hidin’ ya? Gotta admit, you did a good job but the game is over.” 

“Kenzo”, or Valentine rather, pauses, weighing his words and if he should still lie. Finally, he sighs, sounding defeated. “What are you here for?” he asks, sounding like he doesn’t want to hear. 

“You know what we’re here for,” Geto replies, also sounding impatient and completely with the bullshit. “It’s been a long time comin’. You left us on that train. We had a deal to just get the money bein’ trafficked on that train and split it, but you turned it into somethin’ else.” 

Your ears perk like a dog’s at this newfound information. “L-Listen, I don’t have any money!” Valentine stutters, sounding scared for his life (and he should be). “I swear it! All the money I got from the heist is gone!” 

You hear Gojo rise from his seat, his boots hitting the floor. “He’s lyin',” he growls. “Geto, let’s just smoke this fool. He’s stupid for thinkin’ we wouldn’t come back for his ass after he left us on that train in the middle of his massacre.”

Your mouth goes agape at the beans being spilled the more you stay crouched in the dark, your hamstrings burning. 

“Ya got us arrested, yknow,” Gojo laughingly continues. “We’ve been successfully dodgin’ the law for years, but they finally got us…and for somethin’ we had no part in! What a joke!” 

You hear Valentine babble pleas and the thud of him pressing his back against the wall beside the door. You hold your breath, afraid to make a single sound. “Please!” he begs. “You don’t have to do this, guys! I-I’m a changed man!” 

There is a pause, tense and full of anticipation. “Then you’d come with us quietly and let us turn you in to the sheriff of Cherrywood,” Geto sternly replies. Valentine scoffs, disgusted. “So you’re workin’ with law enforcement now? You switched sides ‘cause you got scared?” 

You’re just as shocked as he is. Why are these gunslinging outlaws working with the law when the law wants them behind bars?  

“Oh, quite the contrary, V,” Gojo chuckles. “Ya see, when your yellow-bellied ass and your crew of pussy bandits ran from the scene and we got taken in by the sheriff, we had a 50-year sentence on our hands…until they investigated and realized our guns couldn’t do the damage your and your men’s did.” 

You can almost feel Valentine’s fear penetrate the wall, sinking into your skin.

“They let us go on the condition that we’d find you to bring you in," Gojo continues. "After that, we decided to change our ways and get back to dedicatin’ our “occupation” to helpin’ others who have suffered at the hands of criminals like you.” 

At this, Valentine cackles. “Please. Like you can wipe away all that innocent blood you spilled over the years.”

You suddenly hear a loud thud as if a body is being tossed against a wall. You find out that there is: Valentine with Geto holding him up by some part of his body. You envision his big, hulking frame, his hand holding Valentine up by his throat.

“Don’t test me, Valentine,” he growls. “We’ve never killed innocents like you have. All the ones we smoke are evil motherfuckers like you.” 

Valentine begins to choke meaning Geto is strangling him. “But since it’s this or go back to the slammer, we’d figure we’d do this as a peace offering,” Gojo laughingly says. “The sheriff implores there be no killin', but I’m kinda thinkin’ you’d be worth more dead. It would definitely shut that mouth up.” 

You then hear the familiar click of a pistol and your heart skips a beat. “Listen, w-we don’t have to do it like this!” Valentine sobs. “Please! If you let me go, I’ll never tell and just disappear!” 

Once again, there is a pause and then Geto speaks: “Why should we spare you?” he scoffs. “You don’t even have any money. You have nothin’ you can give us despite foolin’ around in launderin’, schemin’, and whorin’.”

And he is right––Valentine is dirt broke. All the money was spent on the saloon and paying back is illegal business partners. 

“I can pay you in another way,” Valentine beggingly protests. “I have so many girls in my stable that you can choose from, free of charge! Any whore or dancer you like! Even the staff girls! You can even have my saloon! Just please, fellas, don’t do this!”

Another pause, this one leaving you with bated breath and a bad feeling in your stomach. “Any girl?” Gojo ponders aloud. 

“Yes, any girl you want!” Valentine nearly screams. Gojo sounds happy with that answer. 

“Well, that beauty with the pretty skin and red lips was a looker.” Geto hums in agreement, followed by a chuckle. It doesn’t take a village idiot to figure out who they mean: you. They want you. 

“Y/N?” Valentine asks. “I-I’ll go get her. She’ll do whatever you want!” 

Like fire lights up under your ass, you quickly gather your skirts and hurry down the steps to the bar. You sit down on a stool and grip the edge of the bar, panting heavily. Sweat has begun to break out along your skin and feel dizzy.

That son of a bitch! How could he do this to you? How could he serve you up on a silver platter to them? 

Shoko finds you and leans over the edge of the bar, looking interested. “So what happened?” she pushes.

But little does she know that you’re about five seconds from having a mental breakdown. “I-I’ve gotta go,” you huff. “I need to–” 

“Y/N!” Valentine hollers. You jump, looking at him standing at the steps in fear. He crooks his finger at you, his gaze dark.

Shoko looks concerned as you hesitantly rise from the stool and make your way over to them. You have a feeling that he may know that you eavesdropped on him, but you’ll continue to act oblivious until you can’t. You refuse to blow your cover.

Valentine leads you upstairs and walks you into an empty bedroom before shutting the door. “So what do they want?” you ask, acting clueless and frazzled. 

He stands by the door, looking beyond stressed. “Me,” he states. “I was in business with them some time ago and now they want their money.” 

“Okay…so why don’t you pay them?” you prompt. “What if they shoot us all up?” 

“They won’t do that,” he hurriedly replies, “because I gave them you.” He turns to you, his expression downtrodden and serious. “Me?” you whisper. “W-What do you mean? Kenzo, what did you do?” 

“Just listen to me, goddammit!” he hisses, finally losing his cool. “I don’t have the funds ‘cause I was too busy tryin’ to keep this place afloat! Now I need your help, Y/N.”

He takes hold of your shoulders, squeezing them tight. “C’mon, suckin’ and fuckin’ are some of your skills, right? It’s what you were doin’ when I met you.” He gives you a smile that is less than friendly. 

You stare at him, picturing you punching him square in the face. “You bastard,” you snap. “I’m not doin’ this. I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

You snatch his hands off of you and step away from him as if he is toxic. “I’m callin’ the sheriff,” you hiss as you stomp by him. 

But he stops you by pushing you into a wall and then squeezing his hand around your throat, pinning you there. You gasp and struggle, wriggling about like a fish, but he keeps on squeezing. 

“Now you listen to me, you little bitch,” he snarls. “You must not be understandin’ what I’m sayin’ here, so I’ll break it down for ya: I’m your boss. I call the shots; not you. That means whatever I say goes.” He squeezes harder, making you wheeze. “So when I tell you to open that slutty mouth and your legs for some cock, you do it. You owe me. I took you out of that whorehouse and I can send you right back there.” 

He then slips into his back pocket and retrieves a gun that he waves in your face, grinning sadistically. “Either that or I’ll send you right to the grave,” he warns. “Makes no difference to me. I’ll find another pretty slut just like you for my bar.” 

Your stomach churns with fear at the sight of the gun. “K-Kenzo,” you cough. “S-Stop!” But he doesn’t, still choking you and putting the gun in your face. “Then do we have a deal?” he prompts, narrowing his eyes at you. Frantically, you nod and he releases you. You sputter and cough, gulping down air. 

“Good,” he grumbles. “Now get out there unless you want a bullet in your back.” He points the gun at you and waves it towards the door.

Having no choice, you obey him and walk out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the room where the gunslinging duo occupies. With Valentine’s gun pressing into your back, you push the door open, seeing the duo sitting on the couch near the window beside the bed.

“Here she is, fellas!” Valentine announces. “Pretty as can be, ain’t she?” He digs the gun into your back, prompting you to walk into the room. The door shuts behind you. 

The two men sit back against the couch, their long legs and thick thighs spread. You do your absolute best to not look down. Gojo stands and puffs on his cigar, his pink lips forming an O to let the smoke billow from his lips. He then puts the cigar out on an ashtray nearby and lazily walks toward you with a slight smirk playing on his lips. You stand rigidly still, biting your bottom lip to avoid another breakdown.

“Mmm, pretty ain’t even word for her,” he hums. He begins to walk around you slowly, checking you out as if you’re an object up for auction. “Such a gorgeous little doll. A pretty little thang, ain’t she, Suguru?” 

The long-haired cowboy stares you down from his place on the couch, sipping on his glass of whiskey. His pink tongue, glittering with silver (a fucking tongue piercing), juts out to lick his lips, seductively so.

“Mmm-hmm,” he agrees. “I bet she’s the one who reels in the most business here.” 

Gojo takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, tugging on your skirts. “Gorgeous skin, hair, eyes, dress…” He releases you, stepping back to admire you fully. “Shame about that gun under your skirts though, doll, but it does give ya some character.” 

As if the world has suddenly tilted on its excess, you gape at him, confused and alarmed. No… there’s no way he knows.

“The what?” Valentine snaps. 

Gojo’s smirk grows the more horrified you become. “I’d expect nothin’ less from the Fatale Femme,” he chuckles. “After all, the infamous gunslingin’ cowgirl herself has to stay strapped in this wild world.”

He walks up to you, nearly closing the tight space between you. “I can’t believe I finally get to see your face under that bandana I’ve seen in your posters,” he dreamily sighs. “You’re beautiful.” 

You can’t even process his compliment properly. You can’t function at all. The world is moving in slow motion. How in the fuck could these two know who you are? 

“Careful now, Satoru,” Geto chuckles, now standing up. “Ya don’t wanna get got too. She’s responsible for killin’ over four different gunslingers in three counties––two in only one. She hides out for a while and then does it again, scarin’ the wits out of every man alive.”

He gives you a lazy, knowing smile that scares you out of your mind. “And we’re no different, are we, little lady?” 

Despite not being in immediate danger, your fight or flight has now kicked into gear like you are. You don’t know who will do what or what will happen, so your body is itching to run and your fingers are tingling, wanting to whip out your pistol.

You’re so glad you’re so in tune with your gut because Valentine explodes instantly to being played. “You…you bitch!” he hollers, his face red with rage. “You lied to me! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” 

He goes to pull the trigger of his gun, but before his thumb can even press down, you’re already slipping your silver pistol stained with a lipstick print on the handle out of the secret leather holder strapped to your thigh and popping a bullet at his ear.

You make sure to shoot slightly away from his face, not wanting to hit him–just to graze him. You successfully do so, the bullet zooming past Vanji’s ear and taking off a chunk of his lobe before lodging itself into the wall. 

He screams bloody murder as blood spurts from his ear, his hand covering it and causing blood to spurt from between his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him. He goes to tackle you, but Geto stops him by moving between you and backhanding him in the face with his pistol dubbed the 'Rainbow Dragon'.  

As soon as the silver metal object hits his temple, Valentine tumbles like a house of cards and falls out cold on the floor. Gojo tosses his head back and laughs like this is all hilarious. “Damn, that escalated quickly!” he cackles. “You always did a heavy hand, Sugu.” He says this with a wink that comes off as mighty suggestive. 

Geto gives him a smirk, but it quickly fades when his eyes land on you. “You alright?” he asks, actually sounding genuinely worried. 

You don’t buy it for a second. Quickly, you aim your gun at them both, backing away to the door. 

“Don’t move,” you warn. “Neither one of y’all. If you move, you’re dead.” 

Slowly, Geto lowers his gun to the floor before he does so and puts his hands up in defense. “Both of you, put your weapons on the floor,” you order, doing your best to keep the tremble out of your voice. 

“Alright, let’s just calm down,” Gojo soothingly says, taking his guns out of his holster. One in particular is purple, dubbed the 'Hollow Purple'.

He also lowers his leather whip which is said to have left scars so deep that its victims will never heal from them. Geto does the same, lowering his other pistol and a knife in his boot to the floor. 

“We’re not here to hurt you,” the snow-haired outlaw says. “We barely even wanted him though he was a bonus point.” He nods down at Valentine unconscious and bleeding on the floor by your feet. 

You scowl at them confusedly, the gun still trained on them. “Then what the fuck are y’all here for?” you demand. 

The duo give each other a look before smirking at you, making your stomach flip. “We’re here for you, little miss,” Gojo says.

[ashesoriley]

Ok what Adaine and Riz got married for some fucking scholarship so they can go to school and they do like a courthouse wedding. They did not tell anyone because it is in fact a scam and they don't want to get it revoked

Then Fig finds out and insists on throwing a huge fucking reception at Seacaster Manor which is An Issue because now they have to pretend and they are both gay in the wrong direction

So Gorgug genuinely believes them and is congratulating them

Fabian is throwing a bitch fit in the corner and will not admit to himself why. He's covering by saying things like " well I wanted to be your best man the ball I can't believe you didn't tell me" meanwhile he's consumed with jealousy

Kristen knows why she's upset and thinks she's lost her chance with Adaine and is drowning her sorrows and getting incredibly drunk.

So now later in the party three things happen simultaneously

1: Kristen goes up to Fig very drunk and is like ":) you wanna know a secret:) I'm in love with adaine hiccup and I never told her:((" and just wanders off

2: Gorgug goes up to Adaine and Riz and very sincerely congratulations them. Adaine is feeling incredibly guilty because they are scamming and her very nice friends threw this incredible party and she spills the beans to Gorgug

3: Raug goes to talk to Fabian who's had a few drinks and asks him how he's doing and Fabian goes on about how he wanted to be there at his wedding and be his best man and he wants the best for him in life. And Raug is like hmmm. And asks him how he really feels about Riz. And Fabians like I dream of kissing him in the moonlight but that's just what bros do. And Raugs like hmmmm dude I think you're in love with the ball. And Fabians like nuh uh and internally piecing shit together and panicking about it

Anyway Fig is in the trenches finding out about this when Raug wanders up like: "uhhhh we have a problem". And there's a terrible 10 minutes until Gorgug wanders up like "did everyone know it was a scam:(?" And suddenly everything clicks together.

The tone of the party has now changed as suddenly they split up to make them admit their feelings.

Zelda and Gorgug both split up to get Kristen and Adaine and suggest they go out to the garden together and make a romantic setting and they confess their feelings and it's all very sweet.

At the exact same time Raug and Fig have locked Fabian and Riz in a closet and are chanting confess. Riz eventually cracks and admits it's a scam and Fabians like :D that's terrible:D

So a little while later Kristen and Adaine wander in holding hands and Riz shouting from the closet "it's over Adaine they know" and shes like "are u gonna finally tell Fabian you like him then?" She didn't know he was in the closet too. And Fabians like what??? And Raugs like "I told you it was mutual!" Riz bolts out of the closet determined to start a new life stealing Figs skateboard to go faster. Fabian is now chasing him on the hangman desperately shouting his feelings as they run. The hangman giving unhelpful commentary. Eventually they have a nice conversation and get on the same page.

The real challenge is the next day getting everyone else at the party on the same page

[foreverdolly]

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐭 𝟑| 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you absolutely can't stand your boss. after one bad run in with him, you decide that he's office enemy number one. so when your mother breaks the news that your ex boyfriend is bringing his new fiancé to your sister's wedding as his plus one, you lie and tell her you'll be bringing your very own boyfriend along with you to greece. the problem? you don't actually have a boyfriend. so when austin butler, your arch nemesis of a boss, offers to be your fake boyfriend, you have to take him up on it. greece is a beautiful place to fall in love, no?

pairings: boss!austin butler x reader

word count: 6k

warnings/notes: !SMUT IN NEXT CHAPTER! this chapter does mention nonconsensual drug usage, so be warned! austin is a bad ass in this chapter. . . and even hotter than usual, i swear. there's just something so sexy about a protective man, ya'll.

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“No, no- I can tell.” Emily’s lips brushed against your ear as she leaned forward, the music pounding from the countless overhead speakers. You could feel the techno beat in your chest, and it was hard to differentiate between the music and your own racing pulse. The dance floor was absolutely packed with bodies, all pressed together, swaying along to the beat. You were having a hard time remembering which club this was or when you had gotten there. Your sister had wanted to go bar hopping, so her maid of honor had reserved a table at a couple of the more popular joints in the city. 

You looked down at the drink in your hand, shaking it sadly once you realized all that remained of it was ice. How many drinks have you had? What did you and the rest of the wedding party eat for dinner? It was like you had finally pulled your head out of the drunken haze and grounded yourself. 

“Um. . . What exactly-”

 “I see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. I know you’re over Alex.” Your sister was slurring her words, but she seemed competent enough. 

Your older sister was a tad bit taller than you, but always has had the tolerance of a sixty year old Irishman- who just so happened to also be a sailor. She could drink anyone under the table. Emily was the type of person that wanted to take shots before choosing to nurse a drink. There was no such thing as “working your way up to it” whilst in her presence. Slowly you turned back around to look at the dance floor, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head as you watched Stephanie, Emily’s childhood best friend, climb up onto the bar. Emily cheered loudly from her spot at the table, and you watched with a slack jaw as she began dancing drunkenly. You had half the mind to get your phone out of your purse, but you didn’t want to embarrass her later. She was a pediatric nurse, and you doubted she’d look back on this night too fondly tomorrow morning. 

“Wait. . . why are we talking about Alex?” You were confused as to how you both got on the topic. To be completely honest, even the thought of the man panicked you. No matter how many years passed, you would never forget how Alex had traumatized you. It wasn’t that you wanted to get back with him, rather it was the countless complexes he had triggered. He had broken you into a million little pieces and left you like that for the next person to try and put you back together. 

Austin. 

What had you been blabbering about? Had you let something slip? Surely you hadn’t “spilled the beans” about the fact that you and Austin were just colleagues. You weren’t that drunk. You slapped your palms down onto the table, watching your sister intently as she pumped her fists into the air, showing Stephanie’s drunken display support. You needed to get her attention. You needed to know whether or not you’d somehow fucked up massively tonight. 

“E-Em!” You called out to her anxiously. She faced you, glossy lips parted.

“Somebody just sobered up,” She shot you a knowing smile before taking a gulp of her brightly colored beverage. “I was just checking up on you. I know that seeing Alex after so long was probably really upsetting, but you told me that you were completely over him. And hey! I definitely don’t blame you. I mean. . . just look at him and Austin. There’s no comparison.” 

She was right. Alex looked like someone had tried to draw Ryan Reynolds from memory. 

Blindfolded. 

And drunk. 

Austin was a work of art. You tried to beat off the butterflies, but they continued fluttering away in your chest as you came to the realization that later tonight the two of you would see each other again. 

Sleep next to each other again. 

Ah, now the butterflies had turned into slight nausea. You scooped an ice cube out of your drink and popped it into your mouth, thankful for anything that might help with your current case of dry mouth. 

“It’s not just his looks though, Emily.” You reminded her. 

She seemed to be on a tangent though, her eyebrows furrowed as she recalled how much she disliked her soon to be brother-in-law. “I mean. . . He must have felt like absolute shit when he walked in and saw Austin all over you. He probably cried himself to sleep that night.” 

You weren’t self righteous enough to be opposed to shit talking. At least, not about people who deserved it. You let out a loud laugh, nearly choking on the ice cube as you pressed your face into your sister’s neck. She laughed right along with you, giving a small shrug that you felt. 

“I mean- come on! His fiance is nice, but she’s nowhere near as hot as you either. It’s sad! I almost feel bad for the guy. You and Austin look like supermodels standing next to each other,” She saw the incredulous look you gave her and gave your back a supportive pat. “I’m being serious.” 

It was sad that you really couldn’t be upfront with Emily about your newfound feelings. You could really use some sisterly advice right about now. She thought that the two of you had been together for over six months, when in reality you two had spent an entire year tossing insults at one another. 

You understood where she was coming from. Austin was beautiful, but that wasn’t the best part. Austin was a surprisingly sensitive person who genuinely seemed to care about you and your feelings. He was intune with your emotions, and never tried to pry information out of you. Because let’s face it, you weren’t the type of person that was upfront with their feelings. You had been hurt so many times in the past that you found it hard to express yourself in fear of rejection. Austin had patience, and he didn’t look at you like you were some kind of a project. 

You weren’t someone that he could fix. You were just you. 

And he. . . he was just Austin. Nerdy, infuriatingly perfect, socially awkward, and surprisingly protective Austin Butler. 

You stood up abruptly, making your sister blink up at you in surprise. “Are you gonna throw up? Need me to come with you?” 

You shook your head, reaching down for your purse so that you could grab your phone. “I just want to go outside and check on Sophia.” You’d texted back and forth a little once you had first landed in Greece, but you hadn’t filled her in on any of the details. You needed someone to talk to. Now. Or else you were positive that you’d explode. Emily’s eyebrows furrowed, but she shooed you off regardless, standing up herself so that she could join her friends. 

“I’m gonna grab another drink. We’ll be on the dance floor, alright?” She called out to you once you were on your way towards the front door.

 Pushing through the tightly packed crowd of people reminded you of why you didn’t party anymore. There was a period of time in your early twenties where you went out constantly with your friends. That toxic cycle repeated itself directly after your big break up as well. You were at a different bar every weekend, drowning your sorrows in alcohol and meaningless sexual escapades that you regretted immediately after. Adulthood was growing out of all of that. You’d much rather stay the night at Sophia’s house so that the two of you could get wine drunk while watching reruns of Vampire Diaries.

You gulped down the cool night air, pressing your back tightly against the cool brick building, your eyes flickering up and down the street to make sure that no one you knew was in sight before hitting the “call” button. You’d have no one to blame but yourself if anyone overheard you talking about the complexities of your own lies. The familiar voice picked up on the second ring, seemingly out of breath from running from her cubicle and into the stairwell. You could hear the familiar echo as she hurriedly spoke into the phone. 

“You haven’t called me since you got there. What’s going on?” Sophia’s voice was rushed and slightly out of breath, though she was keeping her voice as low as she possibly could. 

For a second all you could do was stand there, licking your lips as you tried to wrack your brain for some sort of response. How in the holy hell were you supposed to fill her in on everything that happened? You worried your bottom lip between your teeth before finally deciding to spill your guts. 

“I think Austin and I are officially dating, but I’m not certain.” There was silence on the other end, and if it wasn’t for the heavy breathing, you would have thought that she might have accidentally hung up on you. 

“I-I think I must have missed a couple of chapters here. What in the ever loving fuck has happened in the last twenty four hours, babe?” 

After making sure that the coast was clear once again, you told your friend the entire story, being sure not to leave any details out. You started off with the confusing plane ride, the awkward lunch with your parents, and then the goddamn dinner where the two of you kissed. Sophia kept quiet, save for a couple of gasps and squeals of excitement. 

“A-And now I’m at this club with my sister, drunk off of my ass, and all I want to do is see him.” 

“I knew this was going to happen.” She said smugly, the shock of the statement nearly putting you on your ass. You stumbled forward, the heels of your boot catching on one of the uneven stones on the street. You were quick to throw your arm out, placing your hand against the brick building so that you wouldn’t fall forward onto your face. 

“What do you mean?” You gawked, trying to make room for other patrons of the club who stepped outside for some fresh air and a cigarette. One handsome man with stubble and kind brown eyes gestured his own pack of smokes towards you, which you swiftly denied with a kind smile. 

“I mean. . .” Sophie trailed off before cursing softly under her breath. “For the love of all things holy- there is no way you couldn’t see this coming. I’ve been telling you for the past six months that he has to like you. It took the poor man telling you point blank “I like you” for you to finally realize? There’s been rumors about you two dating ever since he first started working at the office.” 

You had detested Austin for the better part of six months. Never once had you read too far into anyone else’s little comments about the nature of your relationship with the boss. If anything, you thought that it was a way for them to poke fun at you, Sophie included. Now it was as if someone had pulled the wool from your eyes, the truth laid bare in front of you. 

Austin Butler, your boss, has had a thing for you this entire time. You were just too stubborn and blinded by your own personal vendetta to see it. You felt like an idiot. 

“I mean. . . should I call him? Maybe I should-” 

“Tourist?” You blinked up at the man speaking to you, eyebrows knit together in confusion as you realized that it was the same guy that had offered you cigarettes just a minute ago. You were in the middle of having a mental breakdown and didn’t appreciate the interruption. 

“Hey, who is that talking to you?” Sophie whispered on the other end of the line. 

“Some guy at the club. Hold on one second.” You whispered into the phone before pivoting to fully face him. 

He wasn’t bad looking. If anything he was a very conventionally attractive male. Someone you definitely would have loved to talk to normally- however nothing was normal anymore. Austin must have ruined you, because the very handsome man in front of you appeared to be average at best now. You weren’t about to ruin your shot at happiness by chatting him up, so you were quick to cross the arm that wasn’t holding your cell to your ear against your chest, closing off your body language. 

I’m not interested. 

“I’m not a tourist, no. My parents live here.” You weren’t about to let the man know that you were largely unfamiliar with the area you were in. You had seen enough episodes of Forensic Files and Dateline to know better. You said a silent ‘thank you’ to Chris Hansen before narrowing your eyes at him. 

You were many things, but you weren’t gullible. You lived in New York City for heaven’s sake. There were few things in life that you trusted less than a man, and the predatory glint in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you. Taking a few steps back so that you could flatten yourself against the brick wall of the club, you tried your best to put even more distance between your two bodies. After a few seconds he appeared to give up, flashing you a small smile before disappearing back into the building. You let out a small aggravated huff before pressing the phone back to your ear. 

“Anyway- I’ll just call you tomorrow, alright? I know you’re at work.” After a mumbled ‘I love you’ and a whispered ‘goodluck’ on her part, you hung up the phone. 

Being out in the open like this was slightly terrifying. You were used to living in the city, and rule number one of being a girl was to never allow yourself to be alone like this. Anyone could snatch you, and you weren’t about to become yet another statistic. The constant pulsing of the music vibrated in your ears as you pushed past the hot, sweaty bodies that crowded the dancefloor. A few women tried to grab at your clothes, urging you to dance with them, while men simply smiled or nodded in your direction. An idiot’s mating call. 

You continued off in the direction of your sister, seeing her warm, drunken smile beaming at you from across the club. You shot her a small wave before pointing a thumb towards the bar. You needed another drink. Gone were the days of being a  habitual drinker. You were freshly twenty-one, finally able to go out with your friends and party until dawn. That was back when you were still with Alex, and though he sullied a lot of memories that should have been joyous during your youth (purely because he was a part of them), you didn’t let him ruin the memories of those nights. Sloppily singing karaoke with your college roommate until dawn and falling asleep with her on the couch while watching reruns of “I Love Lucy”. 

New York, despite the unending stretch of niche bars and taverns, didn’t inspire a need to drink in you. You’d gotten too old for partying by the time that you had moved out of your hometown. 

You’d mellowed out in your mid twenties, which was a feat that you were proud of. Tonight, however, you were planning on getting absolutely shit faced. You tried to convince yourself that it was to celebrate your sister’s wedding, but you knew deep down that you needed to numb yourself from the confusion that the last two days had brought you. It was also to dull the longing ache in your chest. You missed Austin. 

Missed him and his stupid wavy blonde hair and big blue eyes. Missed his small smiles and sarcastic jilts. 

Oh, how the tables had turned on you over these last two days. To think- just last week you had nearly clawed your eyes out over the fact that you had to sit beside him during one of the monthly meetings that Jeff held. Back then you had seen the glances that he snuck at you as judgemental, but now you saw them for what they really were.

A man that had a crush on a woman that he worked in very close quarters with. 

“Can I just get a tequila sunrise?” It wasn’t your normal drink of choice, but the cocktail menu at that specific club was tiny. You weren’t exactly in the mood to be picky either. 

The pretty bartender merely nodded her head, asking for the name that your tab was under before skillfully mixing your drink. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the man that had approached you outside making his own way to the bar. His arm brushed against yours as he squeezed through the small gap in the crowd. You grimaced, moving your arm closer into your side before grabbing your drink. You turned your head in the direction of your sister, but froze as he smiled at you one last time. 

“I promise I’m not following you. Just grabbing a beer- you have a good night.” He told you gently, flashing the beer as if to prove it. 

You instantly felt guilty for your behavior, realizing that he must have seen the way you recoiled from him. He probably just found you pretty and wanted to try his luck. It wasn’t uncommon to bump into the same people multiple times, especially if you’re spending hours in the same building. Maybe the city had ruined you. Maybe you were just overreacting. You nodded stiffly, flashing him a small smile of your own. 

“Thank you. You too.” And then you were off in the direction of your sister. 

The next few minutes were a blur. You remembered taking three sips of the drink, just listening to your sister and her maid of honor talk about the honeymoon. The world felt like it was tipping out from underneath you. You tried your damndest to listen to what the two girls were saying, you were too preoccupied with what was happening to your body. Did you just have a horrible case of the spins? 

No. . . you’d been pacing yourself all night. That couldn’t be right. Sure, you hadn’t drank to this degree in a couple of months, but you knew your limits. This certainly wasn’t your first rodeo. 

“What do you think? Your outfits are always adorable, so I care about your opinion.” Your sister turned to face you, beaming widely. 

“I liked the red shoes you sent me a picture of,” You had to force the words out of your mouth. It felt like you were wading through water, your eyes becoming heavy lidded. “Matches better with the dress.” 

You placed a steadying hand on the table in front of you, eyes wide when you realized that something wasn’t right. 

“. . . Honey? Are you okay? Hey- sis. . . look at me,” Your sister grabbed your cheeks in her hand, marveling at your flushed cheeks and panicked eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

It sounded like Emily was miles away despite the fact that she was now pressed right up against you, pushing your hair back and off of your face to get a better look at you. The lights were too bright, the music was too loud, and you couldn’t speak. Your tongue felt thick and numb in your mouth. 

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before shaking your head. Your sister knew you well enough to understand that whatever was happening to you. . . it was bad. 

Emily reached into your purse, riffling through it to find your phone. 

“I’m going to call Austin to come get you, okay? Just hang on, girl. Do you need to puke?” She looked through your texts, clicking on the number saved under the name “Austin Mc-jackass” and putting the phone up to her ear. Thankfully she was too nervous to ask about the nickname.

You groaned softly, your head lolling back onto the plush pleather booth. 

“Austin? Hey- it’s Emily. We’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What all has she had to drink?” He questioned quickly, sliding into the booth so that he could wrap an arm around your slumping shoulders, pressing your body against his. 

The way that you were entirely limp in his arms was a huge red flag, and it had his heart leaping to his throat. He’d drunk enough in his college years to know that this wasn’t normal behavior, even if you had pushed past your limits. Emily’s eyes were wide with concern as she tried to recall every drink that she’d seen in your hand over the course of the night. Sure, you couldn’t drink as much as she could, but just ten minutes ago the two of you had been deep in conversation. You were perfectly coherent before this last drink of yours. 

“Two mixed drinks and three shots. That’s no-” 

“Nowhere near enough to have her acting like this,” Austin finished for her, nodding his head in swift agreement before turning his head to face you. “It’s got to be something else then.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, and your head kept lolling forward. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and before he could stop himself he placed a warm, comforting kiss against the bridge of your nose, and mumbling a quick “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner” against your temple. He needed to stay calm and try not to think the worst. 

“Did you see her take anything?” Austin knew that you weren’t the sort of person that would do heavy drugs, not even on a night out in a foreign city. He tried to recall if he’d seen any medications in your travel bag that might be dangerous to mix with alcohol, but came up blank. He’d never seen you take anything at work before either, aside for some antibiotics a few months ago when you had gotten sick. He felt a little bit stalkerish for remembering something as trivial as that, though he supposed it would be useful eventually.

Emily was quick to shake her head, eyebrows furrowing. “She wouldn’t have taken anything. You know her- she’s a control freak. Party drugs aren’t her thing.” The blonde could tell that your sister was trying hard to sober up to better take care of you, and was growing frustrated with herself as her words came out slurred. 

Austin attempted to shoot her a small smile, one that felt incredibly fake given his internal panic, when something on the table caught his eye. A half empty drink was on the table in front of you, the ice not melted even in the slightest- it couldn’t be more than twenty minutes old. 

“When did she get this drink?” He asked, pointing at it. 

Emily turned her own focus to the drink, looking over Austin’s shoulder towards the bar. She pointed towards the female bartender who was currently taking care of a large crowd of patrons. 

“Fifteen minutes ago.” 

Austin nodded. “And when did she start acting like this?” 

Emily’s eyes widened as she finally realized what Austin had been thinking all along. Despite her drunkenness she was still quick to put two and two together. The music continued to pound away at the speakers. Someone popped a bottle of champagne in the booth beside them, and Austin grit his teeth in annoyance as the group of friends cheered. He detested places like this. He slipped the glasses from off of his head, placing it down on the table before reaching for the drink. 

He brought it up to his nose, sniffing the liquid to see if anything smelled out of place. It was one of those sugary, flavored cocktails that he found absolutely repugnant. It smelled like pineapples, tequila and. . . something chemically. 

Something that sure as hell didn’t belong in a tequila sunrise. 

He set the glass down on the table with enough force to have the liquid spilling over his hand, his blue eyes burning with rage. 

“She’s been drugged,” He was shaking now, his arm tightening around your body as you tried hard to say something. You were mumbling, forcing your eyes open so that you could try and talk to them. You knew that they needed to know who had done it, and you had a pretty good idea, but the words weren’t coming out. 

Everything looked blurry, and you forgot what you were trying to say the second that you opened your mouth. Austin, underneath all of that anger, was terrified for you as you continued to babble. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he had felt this level of panic. He was shaking as he clung to you, long fingers tangling into the fabric of your shirt. 

“Who was it, baby? Tell me who you think did this.” He was patient with you, holding the back of your neck so that you could look up at him. 

You couldn’t even hold the weight of your own head. You felt pathetic.

“Blue shirt,” He was having to pick out certain words, almost as though he was listening to a toddler speak. “Brunette.” That was just about everyone in this place. He began searching the area, picking out certain brunette men wearing blue shirts on the packed dance floor that might look a bit sleazier than others. 

None of them caught Austin’s eye- not until one of them turned around, looking directly at you. It was obvious that he wasn’t people-watching either, knowing exactly where you were sitting so that he could stare. Meaning- he’d had his eye on you throughout the night and knew where your booth was. Austin, without tearing his eyes off of the man, ushered Emily closer. 

“You wrap her arms around her and keep her sitting up. If anyone comes up to talk to you two, even if they work here, turn them away. Alright?” 

Only once he felt your sister’s arm weaseling past his around your waist did he let go of you, standing up from the booth and making his way down the steps. He wanted to beat the man to a pulp and leave it at that. Toss him out into some back alley so that his friends could find him later in the light of day, but that didn’t seem like enough. Austin used to be that kind of guy. The kind of guy that resorted to violence the second that someone even looked at him wrong. The death of his mother had mellowed him out though. Changed him. Beating the creep up would feel really good, but it wouldn’t help in the long run. 

He was sure that the local police wouldn’t take kindly to men slipping unsuspecting tourists daterape drugs. He could threaten the asshole’s life later. Right now he had to jump into action. You were still incapacitated at the booth, and he doubted that Emily was strong enough to fight off a man. He could still try and drag you outside and to whatever car he had no doubt waiting for him.

 Over Austin’s dead body. 

He didn’t doubt that this wasn’t the guy’s first time doing something like this. Austin was there to protect you, but most girls didn’t have that. Something needed to be done. 

He was quick to push past people in line at the bar, not bothering to mumble apologies before leaning over, ushering over the female bartender. She started to glare at him, thinking he was just some impatient asshole cutting in line, but the hard look on her face fell once she saw his anger. His urgency. 

“Someone just slipped rohypnol into my girlfriend's drink at your bar,” The girl’s tanned complexion paled, the glitter on her face catching the overhead neon lights as she looked around the handsome blonde towards the booths. 

She must have seen you because she quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him around the bar and towards a small door with a large sign that said “staff only”. The music quieted as the heavy door shut behind them. She dropped his hand so that she could jog towards a group of men who were sitting in a far corner. Austin appreciated how quickly she was acting on this. 

The men were sitting in front of a few computer monitors, speaking lowly to one another in a language that Austin didn’t understand. 

The girl’s accent was thick as she breathily called their names. 

“A girl was drugged at the bar. I need you to call the cops and check the cameras.” Before they could ask where it had happened, she added to the story. “I’m the one that served her.” 

Austin thanked the bartender before pointing towards the door. “She’s with her sister, and I don’t want to leave them alone. I’m going to get her home, but I’ll give you my cellphone number if the officers need some sort of statement from us.” And after jotting down his information on a sticky note the man began to hurriedly make his way back into the heart of the club. 

The blonde had helped to pay his way through college working in bars back home in California. Most of the time he worked the door and security given his tall stature, and thankfully he’d only seen something like this happen a handful of times during those years. Still, he knew that it was a far more common occurrence than most people would expect. His eyes scanned the dark room skillfully, trying to find the face of the man that he suspected. After just a few seconds he realized that he was no longer inside, having tucked his tail between his legs and ran the second that he noticed Austin was probably getting help. Turning on the heels of his boots Austin jogged his way to the door, pushing past other club goers to peek his head outside. 

There, in the distance, was the man in the blue shirt. He wasn’t alone- there was one other guy who was so small that he could probably still be in his teens walking alongside him. He didn’t dare call out to them, not wanting to give them the opportunity to run. Instead Austin clung to the darkened stoops of the local shops, his arms swinging beside him as he ran. Maybe it was the fact that he had been stuck with Alex all day that had him rearing for a fight. The man-child had been taking little jabs at him all night, and Austin was smart enough to know that he was being baited. He was being backed into a corner, and the second that he snapped? 

Well he’d look like the asshole territorial boyfriend. 

He hadn’t deluded himself into thinking that he was here for any other reason aside from playing the part of a doting new beau, and the last thing he wanted to do was make himself look bad in fear that it would fall back on you somehow. He was here to make you look good, not like you were being held hostage.

“Hey,” Austin grabbed the back of the man’s shirt, watching as the male whipped around to face him. The small male that he was with froze, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “So you think it’s cool to drug a girl’s drink?” 

The brunette bristled, sizing Austin up before turning his chin up. Recognition flashed in his eyes, having seen Austin taking care of you at the booth just a few minutes ago before trying to find help. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The male tried, taking a step back to free himself from Austin’s grip. 

The tall blonde didn’t relent, instead tightening his hold on the cotton fabric. 

“I knew that you had to be fucking stupid to try something like that, but there’s no way you’re this dumb. She pointed you out to me- and we have you on camera slipping the drug into her drink. Are you ready to confess now or did you just want to make yourself look like an even bigger asshole?” The brunette’s olive skin paled. 

Sure, Austin hadn’t actually seen the footage yet, but the other male’s reaction told him everything that he needed to know. His assumption had been correct. He tried not to imagine exactly what he would have done with you if you hadn’t been there with an entire group, because Austin wasn’t sure whether or not he would be able to keep his calm. He had to remind himself that you were safe and with him now. He had to settle the icy rage that was threatening to overcome his rational mind. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Austin spoke through clenched teeth, tugging him closer to him. “You’re coming with me and waiting for the cops.” 

Now that they were practically nose to nose, the height and size difference was beginning to settle in for the bastard. Despite that, he still tried to wrench himself out of Austin’s grip. 

At the mere mention of police, the smaller of the two ran off into the night, disappearing around a building. He wasn’t the one that really mattered though. 

The more that he struggled, the looser Austin’s grip became. Austin could feel the shirt beginning to rip, and let go only to slide his arm up and around the man’s throat, using his other hand to hold his wrist in place. The perpetrator bucked and kicked- even clawed at Austin’s arms- which only made him tighten his grip even harder. 

“If I have to drag your unconscious body back over towards that club, I fucking will. It’ll be embarrassing for you, bud.” He spoke into the guy's ear, already hearing a crowd beginning to gather around them. 

Two bouncers from the club broke through the crowd, calling out to Austin to hand him over to them. That the cops were going to be there soon. He could hear the sirens somewhere in the city, getting closer and closer by the second. Austin only loosened his grip when he felt a hand on his shoulder. With a great amount of self restraint he let go, taking a few steps back from the man. 

Austin could easily take advantage of the perpetrators weakened state, what with his hands being braced on his knees as he gasped for breath, but the blonde merely took a few deep breaths and made his way back in the direction of the club. He could have beaten the fucker up. He could have had his fun with the guy until the cops showed up, but the thought of you being scared and on the verge of losing consciousness made him walk back into the club in search of you. 

He felt like everything would be okay the second he saw you again. The second that he had you back in his arms everything would be okay. You settled his storms, calmed his nerves and made life feel good again. 

That’s just how love works. 

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[cinnabunhwa]

how song mingi shows his love

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

summary: different drabbles (??? not sure if this is what its called pls lmk what these are) of how mingi would show his love to you

warnings: descriptions of argument, mention of flying bug

words: 699

a/n: happy birthday to my birthday twin!! Mingi is one of the sweetest people out there and i just have so many thoughts rattling my brain about how he would be to someone he loved. Send him lots of love!!

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Mingi would absolutely remember the little things you told him. In offhand mentions of your favorite sweets, or when you get excited about cute little things when walking together. He gives them to you when you least expect it and beams at you because your happiness makes him happy. When you smile, he smiles, and when you thank him he feels warmth spread across his chest. Anything that makes you feel good sends so much happiness his own way. You’re his precious person, someone he wants to know for a long time. Logically he knows that he can’t ALWAYS make you happy, but he’d be damned if he didn’t spend the rest of his life trying.

Song Mingi may flinch at a lot of things, but he would try REALLY HARD if he felt like you were afraid of something. There was a time that a flying bug was in the bathroom and you screamed for his help. Outside the door with a panicked expression, Mingi took a deep breath and went in. You heard muffled screams and things crashing, and then silence. The only thing that came after that was the sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running. He knew that the two of you would laugh together about it in the end, but if he had to face his fear over and over again so you didn’t have to, he would choose to again and again.

Everyone has a fight here and there. A lighthearted joke that one makes may not land well on a bad day. This time something you said may have cut Mingi a bit deeper than intended and he snapped back, startling you and causing you to feel defensive. “I didn’t mean it like that,” and “and yet you said it??” were being thrown around and honestly it didn’t seem like this was going to stop anytime soon. In the moment of silence that follows, Mingi takes a deep breath. Reaching one hand out to you, palm up he requests one of your own. You stare pointedly at it for a moment before gently laying yours on his, warmth spreading across your palm. Gently squeezing your hand, he offers the olive branch. “Can we start over?”

You would always be his first choice. Not that you would ever make him choose, but he would make a pointed effort to let you know that he would choose you over and over again. In moments of darkness, even without you asking he would appear. He knows your mannerisms like the back of his hand, and thinks his way through when your behavior is a little off. Sometimes he would try to solve your problems for you, telling you that “he’s thought it through and this is the best possible way to go about it,” but relents when he realizes that all you need is for him to be there for him. Since then, he’s made it his priority to let you know that he would always be there for you, even when you acted like you didn’t need him to be. He would support you from a distance if needed, and would offer to take you to your comfort food of choice when you were ready.

Mingi would ask his members for help making your birthday a special one. He knew he had to note down your favorite flavor or dessert (or even if you preferred to have dessert or just dinner), and whether you liked group settings or even liked being in public for your birthday, but he wanted to do more. Yunho would be the first person he went to, and his best friend would tease him to no end, making him do aegyo until he was satisfied before he spilled the beans about what he feels could make the day more YOU. Mingi would gather as much info from every single member, even things that were “i’m not sure if this pertains to them but this is an option!” He would recruit the members to help him decorate the space that was chosen, and he would hold hope within his heart that you would enjoy and have a wonderful day. 

ty to @sungiesafety for beta reading ilysm <3

credits: div, div 2

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[janitorboy-writing]

I have no clue if anyone has written this but

Hanahaki Disease and Zosan

Below is just me rambling haha

General Warnings: Angst, Death, Swearing, no beta, shit grammar and spelling, probably ooc

Like Zoro was the first who fell in love with Sanji during pre-timeskip, but Sanji didn't return the feelings. I mean, how could he? When would he ever? That man talks about ladies 24/7 and goes crazy over them! There's no way Zoro has any chance with that shitty cook.

I don't what flowers Zoro would throw up, but I like to think red roses because I associate them with Sanji --Romantic, beautiful, untouchable, cliche.

Zoro at first refused to do anything about the disease. Some stupid flowers can't hurt him! He'll be fine!

But then the thorns started to dig into his lungs and he found it harder to breathe without feeling the thorns painfully dig into his organs. At that point, if he didn't do anything, he'd surely die and he would have failed his crew and Kuina.

He had to keep living for them, so he got the surgery. He didn't need romance anyway. That shitty cook can run off with some girl for all he cares.

Everything then went on fine. Sure, he no longer romantically loved Sanji, but he still very much loves him as a brother and crewmate despite their fights and rivalry.

After the timeskip, Sanji caught the feels. One day, he was looking at Zoro nap with Chopper on his chest and he realized:

Fuck.

He was in love with Roronoa Zoro.

He panicked because what? Sanji? In love with a man? Uh oh, sexuality crisis.

Then the flowers started coming. Yellow gladioli (gladioluses?). Beautiful, radiant, little flowers fit for a warrior. Although, toxic to humans if consumed. He should be fine as long as he doesn't consume them. He'd have an upset stomach if he did.

Boy, oh boy, Sanji was deep in the unrequited love situation.

He refused to get the surgery. He'd rather die than lose such a wonderful feeling that he might never get to experience again. He let it get worse.

Some of his friends begged him to get the surgery. They couldn't bear the thought of losing him. Sanji still refused, and he never once told Zoro that he was the cause. He'd hate making him feel terrible for something he couldn't control.

Zoro found out anyways. How? No clue. He probably overheard Sanji or Luffy spilled the beans.

Needless to say, he felt horrible.

There could've been a way to save Sanji if he just didn't get the surgery. They could've lived together, in love, happily ever after. But no, the universe decided to just curse them with such shitty luck. Great.

Now Sanji was fucking set on dying for love. Stupid, stupid cook. Why couldn't he just get the surgery?

Zoro refused to tell Sanji about his past with Hanahaki. Curly brows was already suffering, telling him wouldn't do him any good.

When Sanji took his final breath, Zoro cried. He called him stupid and kept begging for Sanji to explain himself.

Why? Why? Why?

Why did he let himself die? Why did he hang on to love? Why did he leave them behind?

Why did he leave him behind?

Why did the universe do this to them? Why was it so cruel?

[shelbystales]

Best Aid - Part Seven

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack

A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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"Hey, you good?" Jeremy asked, easing into the break room for hospital staff.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you replied, not looking up from the trauma textbook you were reading.

He pulled up a chair and sat down beside you. "You think it was him?" he asked in a hushed tone, as if it were some kind of top-secret stuff.

"Can we not go there, please?" you requested, turning the page of your book.

"Come on, seriously?" He paused, waiting for a response, but you stayed tight-lipped. "Y/n, seriously, what's going on? You usually spill the beans about everything, even your weirdest quirks. Even when you were peeing green for fucks sake. Youre making me worry here. Did he do something to you? Hurt you?" he asked, his voice all business, a tone he rarely used with you.

"No," you shook your head, "he didn't do anything to me," you replied calmly and took a deep breath. "Not directly."

"What does that mean?" He frowned.

You sighed deeply and told him everything about the apartment, the bomb. It felt good to get this off your chest. As you spoke, it was as though weights were being lifted off your shoulders one by one.

When you finished, Jeremy gave you a tight hug, and before you knew it, you were tearing up. These last few days, living in fear, with so much anxiety, had been consuming you. Being able to share and be comforted by someone was all you needed.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "Are you going to stay at his aunt's hotel for how long?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, moving away from the hug and wiping your tears.

"You can come to my place," he offered.

"Are you crazy? I'm not putting you and your fiancé at risk," you said.

"Okay, but if you need anything, I'm here," he said

"Thank you, Jer. I needed this," you smiled as Jeremy left, allowing you to focus on your studies.

Later, you decided to check on the man Thomas had brought to the hospital. As you entered the room, your heart skipped a beat. The patient's face was heavily bruised and battered, his body showing signs of severe torture. It was a grim sight, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy for the man, imagining the horrors he might have endured.

You approached him and began your examination, checking his vitals, the medications he was prescribed, and the results of his blood tests. Your eyes fell on the schedule at your tablet, he was set for surgery tomorrow, likely to fix his jaw.

While you were listening to his lungs with a stethoscope, you sensed a presence at the door. Looking up, you saw Thomas, and a lump formed in your throat.

Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, everything else faded away. You couldn't help but confront him, your tone laced with sarcasm. "Came to finish the job?" you mocked, removing the stethoscope from your ears.

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on you, his jaw clenched tightly. His presence, once so comforting, now made you sick. Ignoring him, you resumed your examination of the patient's lungs, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.

As you continued your examination, the tension in the room was palpable. Thomas walked to the small sofa in the room, still watching you in silence. It was as though an invisible wall had erected itself between you, separating the two of you in a space filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

You couldn't ignore his presence, nor the turmoil it stirred within you. A mixture of anger, fear, and a hint of lingering attraction made your heart race.

He had crossed a line by coming here, by defying your wishes to stay away. And yet, part of you was somehow relieved that he was standing there. 

“I’m finished. I need you to leave” Thomas frowned and raised an eyebrow, refusing to budge. "You think I'm going to leave you alone with him? Are you delusional?"

He chuckled and shook his head. “And what do you think I’ll do if you leave?” he challenged, looking at the injured man on the bed.

“Do you really want me to say it?” you asked, but he ignored you. After a few moments, you couldn't bear the silence any longer. "So, is this some kind of sick game to you?" you asked, your voice quivering with a blend of frustration and vulnerability.

Thomas's gaze burned onto you, an intensity you'd never seen before. "What kind of man do you think I am?" he retorted, the heat in his eyes making you shiver.

“The kind of man that could have done this” you pointed at your patient and he chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.

You struggled to find your voice, your own fear and doubt surfacing. "Did you?" you managed to ask, your words drawn out as though pulled from the depths of your throat.

"What?" he replied with a hint of mockery in his tone, challenging you. 

"Torture him?" you whispered, your head nodding involuntarily. Your hands shook, and your entire body quivered with the intensity of the situation.

Thomas's gaze remained locked onto yours, his blue eyes unwavering as they bore into your soul. "No," he asserted, his voice firm 

Your uncertainty remained, and you found it difficult to trust his words. "Why do I not believe you?" you whispered, your voice barely audible

“if I wanted him dead, I wouldn't have brought him here, eh?” he stated. His response was cold, a frigid wall that seemed to surround him. "But you believe in whatever you want,"he continued, making no attempt to soften his words “can you just walk out? pretend you didn’t see me".

"What? Why would I do that? What are you doing here, Thomas?" you inquired, your eyes narrowing as you regarded him.

He met your gaze, his expression unyielding. "I came to visit," he replied curtly. Your skepticism grew as you couldn't help but wonder what had truly brought him here, you just watched him. Then, he made a request that caught you off guard. "Can you check him out?"

Your initial reaction was a resolute refusal. "There's no way he's leaving this hospital," you retorted, your voice firm.

Thomas, however, didn't seem fazed by your refusal. He gazed at you with a stark intensity and asked a question that sent a chill down your spine. "Will he die if he does?"

"Yes!" you nearly yelled in response, your voice laced with frustration and indignation

Thomas's resolve didn't waver. He spoke with a calm determination that sent shivers down your spine. "Look, I need to check him out. He can’t stay here. He needs a safer location."

You couldn't hide the frustration in your voice as you firmly stated, "He can't leave! he has a severe infection and a surgery tomorrow"

“If he stays, he’ll die” he said, his voice firm “do you want that?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course not! But, If he leaves he dies” you said, feeling your heart race in a weird rhythm “Why do you do this to me?” you whispered

“I’m doing nothing” he shook his head and shrugged “you are here because you want to be. You can leave and have nothing to do with this, y/n”

“This man is my responsibility, Thomas” you said, your voice shaky as your breathing got harder “... he can’t be discharged” 

Thomas's expression remained resolute, and his tone didn't waver. "Then what's the alternative?"

The tension in the room reached its breaking point, and you couldn't contain your frustration any longer. The pressure and uncertainty of the situation pushed you to the brink, and you snapped, your voice rising with exasperation. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?!!" you demanded, your words coming out in a rush, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on your shoulders. 

You tried to take a deep breath to calm, but somehow you felt like there was no air around you.

Your heart raced, pounding in your chest like a drumbeat, and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. 

Your hands trembled uncontrollably, and you clutched at your chest as if to quell the suffocating pressure that had settled there.

Your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, and you struggled to hold onto a semblance of control.

In the midst of the chaos, you desperately attempted to take a deep breath, but the air around you felt thin and elusive, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

Panic had taken hold, and you were caught in its relentless grip, unable to break free.

Your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the edges of the room and making everything seem distant and surreal. 

The room, once filled with tense conversation, had now transformed into a suffocating void. You longed for a way out of this paralyzing panic that had seized you.

It was as though the walls were closing in, and the world had grown smaller, more claustrophobic.

With trembling fingers, you reached out for anything to ground you, clutching onto the edge of your patient’s bed. But the room continued to spin, and your legs felt unsteady beneath you

In the midst of your overwhelming panic, you suddenly felt a hand on your arm. It was a firm yet gentle touch. You looked up and Thomas' face slowly formed in front of you. 

"Y/N," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "Focus on your breathing, ey. In and out. You're going to be okay. You're going to ok"

His words cut through the chaos that had enveloped you, and you struggled to follow his guidance. He caressed your arms as he insctructed you.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 

It felt like an eternity, but gradually, your breathing began to steady, and the world around you started to regain its shape.

Thomas continued to speak to you in hushed tones. His presence, once a source of tension, had now become a lifeline in your moment of need. He remained there, a calming presence, until your panic attack began to subside, and you could once again see the room clearly.

As the storm of panic receded, you felt a mix of emotions… embarrassment, relief, and a strange gratitude toward Thomas. You hadn't expected him to come to your aid, but in that moment, he had shown a side of himself you hadn't seen before.

After your breathing had steadied and the panic had subsided, Thomas remained by your side, his gaze filled with concern. He asked in a soft, genuinely worried tone, "Are you okay?"

You looked into his eyes, still filled with uncertainty and turmoil. You didn't have a straightforward answer. "I... I don't know," you admitted, your voice trembling.

Thomas regarded you with a mixture of concern and guilt. He had brought this unsettling chaos into your life, and it was evident in the way you now struggled to find your footing.

"I'm sorry," he confessed, his voice heavy with remorse.

You furrowed your brows and asked, "Are you?"

Thomas locked eyes with you, and for an instant, you glimpsed a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Yes," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't intend for any of this to happen to you." He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, caressing your cheek. But as if awakening from a dream, he abruptly withdrew a step, putting distance between you.

You watched as he retreated. Instantly missing his touch. The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. There were questions about you two that hung in the air, unspoken but heavy with meaning. You wanted him to stay away. This was your wish. right? 

Finally, Thomas broke the silence, his voice softer than before. "I'll leave you to your work," he said, gesturing towards the patient you were examining. It was clear that he was stepping away not just physically but emotionally as well.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you... for helping."

As Thomas turned to leave, you couldn't help but question your own desires. Did you want him to stay away, as you had insisted? Or did you secretly crave his presence, despite the chaos and danger he seemed to bring into your life?

“Thomas” you called and he turned to you

“I’ll leave in two hours'” you said and took a deep breath “at least take him somewhere with a heart monitor… If he means anything to you… hire a nurse… i don’t know” 

he took the longest deep breath you’ve ever seen him take and then he nodded, before leaving the room.

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[a1307s]

Artwork #1

(Garfield Logan)

[Art is not mine! Credit to picolo-kun]

Requested by: Liviejc

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 2537

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Cursing

Mentions of blood

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"This is stupid," a soft voices comes from behind Nightwing.

"It's not stupid," Nightwing answers, continuing to walk towards the front of the team. For whatever reason he called a team meeting so all the members stand crowded in the training room.

"It's not stupid," comes the voice again, a mocking undertone to their voice.

Despite my attempts I haven't been able to catch a peek of the new mystery person or been able to get Bart to spill the beans about them. He says that "it'll ruin the time line" or whatever.

"You have an attitude problem," Nightwing says, reaching a hand behind him. He pulls forward, exposing a white baggy sleeve.

Nightwing continues to pull until a small figure is fully in front of him. The figure is swimming in a spotless white robe, covering every inch of skin. A hood is pulled over their head, only leaving their mouth and part of their cheeks exposed. Their skin is mainly an ashy grey color with small cracks of red running along it.

"Everyone, this is Y/N! Y/N this is the team," Nightwing says excitedly, holding the new person by their shoulders. "Say 'hi' Y/N," Our leader orders.

"Hi Y/N," They say, mocking Nightwing's deeper tone.

"Attitude!" The older hero says with a smile before gently pushing Y/N towards the group of us. Nightwing walks them around the group, introducing everyone to the new person.

I'm second to last in the line up so I'm forced to wait my turn. "This is Garfield! He's the same age as you, Y/N," Batman's protégé says, gently pushing them closer to me.

"You're green," They say, tilting their hood up to expose their eyes. I watch as their eyes shift from the same grey color as their face to a mix of a bright yellows and soft pinks.

"I'm green?" I ask, to entranced by their eyes to fully register their words.

"Are you not normally green? Is he not a Martian like M'gann?" They ask, looking towards Nightwing as they ask their second question.

"Gar isn't a Martian. He's a human that was forced into some mutations when he was younger," Nightwing answers, patting Y/N's head.

"Don't touch me," They say, snapping their head back down so our eyes are leveled again. Instead of the water colored mix from earlier, their eyes are a deep red with the previous grey flickering through them. "You are green," They repeat before stepping away from me to met Bart who's standing next to me.

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Over the past couple hours very little has been learned about Y/N but some things have been learned. For starters, Y/N is a girl which has caught Cassie's attention. She's excited that she's not the only girl in our generation of heroes anymore.

We've also learned that Y/N isn't wearing a robe; it's a cloak. I don't see the difference but when Bart accidentally called it a robe he got rewarded with a smack upside the head.

It's also been learned that Y/N's features shift colors. We're not sure why yet but Kaldur suspects it has something to do with the lighting of the room.

That suspicion lead to Nightwing letting it slip that Y/N's abilities are shifting herself along with light and color which launched the new member into a lecture about how color is light so there's "no need to say 'and color'". Since then she hasn't made a pep and has barely moved. That was about an hour ago and within that hour Nightwing has panicked twice about whether Y/N was still breathing or not.

I stand up from my spot on the floor and hand the game control to Jaime after losing a battle of Mortal Kombat to Bart - again. "You're really quiet," I say to Y/N, sitting next to her on the couch.

"And you're fucking green," She snaps back sharply.

"I know," I respond, looking at the pile of white cloth sitting next to me. Her exposed cheeks - which are still the ashy color from before - soon form swirls of dark blue along them. "And you're turning blue," I add.

"Am not!" She yelps, lifting her hand to her cheeks. For the first time, more than just the bottom of her face is exposed. Finger tips poke out from the sleeve of her robe - er - cloak, and caress her cheek. Her fingertips are yellow but not the sun shine yellow from before. They're a pale washed out yellow. Her cheeks - and finger tips - shift from their colors to the dark red from earlier.

"You're annoying," Y/N says before getting up from her spot. It seems like she's floating as she heads over to Nightwing. She tucks herself into the team leader's side before vanishing from sight completely.

"Alright," I whisper to myself before turning back towards the video game fight happening on the tv.

Quiet words are passed back and forth between Y/N and Nightwing for a couple minutes before he plops her down on the floor between Jaime and Bart. "Y/N is playing next round," He says, more of an order than a request.

Before walking away he pulls down Y/N's hood, exposing long, dark red curls that remind me of dripping blood. "The fuck I am," She snaps, going to stand up.

"Ya, 'the fuck' you are," Nightwing mocks, pushing her back down to her sitting position before walking away.

"Dick," She mumbles, slouching over. She stays put, focusing on the video game. After a couple minutes her hair shifts to a soft white and the curls drop into an almost fluffy style. When the game ends Bart tries to hand her the control. "Ya, no," She says, straightening her posture. "I'll just watch."

Bart glances at Nightwing for approval before handing the controller to Robin. Y/N watches a couple more games, her exposed skin shifting styles, switching back and forth from oranges, yellows, and pinks. "How do you do that move?" She asks, leaning closer to Wally. Her hand pokes out again as she lays it against Wally's shoulder to steady herself. Her hand is a soft pink with pedal shaped oranges coating them.

Wally shows her before handing her the controller Roy was previously holding. "I'm going to start a new game so you can try it," Wally says before following through.

"Richie," Y/N says, looking around the room. Nightwing hums in response, looking up from the meat he's preparing for dinner. "I need a hair tie," She says, standing up and walking toward the kitchen. Nightwing stops what he's doing to wash his hands and throw Y/N's hair into a messy bun. Her hair is still the white fluffiness from earlier but the bun makes it look even fluffier.

The rest of the night is spent with different members showing Y/N how to play Mortal Kombat and how to do the different moves. Throughout the time her exposed skin is a mix of oranges, pinks, and yellows reminding me of a sunset. This seems to make Nightwing happy and when Nightwing is happy, the whole team is happy.

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It's been a couple weeks since Y/N has joined the team and for the most part it's been going well. The new theory is that Y/N's coloring is connected to her emotions. This started to surface after she got into an argument with Nightwing, leaving her a mix of dark reds and purples.

This morning Wally set up a whiteboard in the living room to keep track of what colors connect with what emotions to further his theory. At the moment he has red paired with anger, purple for 'teen angst' and yellow paired with happiness. He also has grey, pink, orange, blue, and green on the board but there's question marks next to them.

Y/N walks in as Wally and Conner are discussing what 'teen angst' means. She stands there for a minute, pale orange, before shifting to red and then a dark purple. "You got two of the three right," She says softly before turning away from the board.

"So my theory is right!" Wally cheers, prancing around to brag about being right. Today her hair is a milky grey color and very fuzzy.

Throughout the weeks Y/N has gotten more comfortable about showing her skin but she still walks around in her cloak. Her whole face is usually showing and she has started to show her arms some.

"So like does the shade of your color matter?" Robin asks, walking up to the white board.

"Kinda, I guess," Y/N says, walking around the kitchen to start making herself breakfast.

"What about the different shapes?" Barbra chips in as Robin draws a scale of shades.

"Not really. Each color just kind of has its own shape I guess. I don't know," Y/N stands still, looking down at her cereal. Her skin is no longer purple. Instead it's charcoal grey with cracks of red running through it.

"What about the changes in your hair? How does that work?" Jaime asks, as we all watch Robin make his guesses at the colors.

"I don't know," Y/N says, throwing the bowl into the sink. The room is filled with the sound of the glass cracking as it makes contact with the bottom of the sink. Everyone's eyes turn towards Y/N and follow her as she walks out of the room.

"I think we pissed her off," Robin says as he erases everything from the board.

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It's been a few days since anyone - besides Nightwing - has seen Y/N. She refuses to leave her room and won't let anyone in to talk to her.

When Nightwing got filled in on the incident he dug into everyone about it. His rant went on for a couple hours but the gist of it was that it was 'inappropriate to treat Y/N as a test subject or something to debate about'. At least I think that's what he was trying to get at. I'm not really sure; I mostly just tuned him out during it.

     "Gar?" M'gann calls from the kitchen.

     "Ya?" I ask, tilting my head back to look at her.

     M'gann holds a plate in her hands packed full of the first servings of tonight's dinner. "Do you mind running this over to Y/N's room for me?"

     "Why should I? She's not going to eat it," I say, picking my head back up to continue watching the movie Cassie put on.

     "You don't know that," M'gann says back, walking the plate over to me and holding it out for me to take.

     "She hasn't touched any of the food you keep leaving her, M'g."

     "So? Maybe she'll decide she's hungry and if she does I want there to be food for her," My sister says, smiling softly with closed eyes.

     "Fine," I say, rolling my eyes and taking the plate from her hands.

     "Thank you!" M'gann calls after me as I head down the hall towards the bedrooms.

     I walk around the hallway for a while before coming to the conclusion that I don't actually know which room is hers. On the plus side, I know which rooms aren't hers which is somewhat of a start.

     After a couple tries - and one very upset Zatanna - I mange to get the right room. I knock softly but get no answer. Maybe leave it outside the door? Probably not; that'll leave to a mess. "I'm coming in!" I announce, knocking again before opening the door.

     When the door swings open I'm met with an explosion of colors. The wall parallel to me is a redone painting of Starry Night. The famous blues and yellows of the painting are present but so are orange and pink streaks through it.

     Sat on the floor in front of the wall to my left is - probably Y/N - I think at least. Her hair is a cute bob with yellow almost neon colored tips and a matchingly bright pink for the rest. Her skin is as white as her cloak but her wrists are covered in paint blobs. Actual paint blobs this time too; not just the random colors that mix in with her skin color. This is the most colorful I’ve seen her since she’s joined.

      Y/N surrounded by plates, each with different shades of paint covering them and a cup of dirty water in the middle of each. Each cup has a couple brushes soaking in them. She’s pushed up against the wall, scribbling something in the wall with a pencil.

“You know, for someone that seems to hate color use a lot of it,” I comment, setting the plate on the dresser next to the door.

“I don’t hate color,” Y/N says without looking away from what she’s doing.

Scattered on the dresser is loose papers covered in art work of all different mediums. “Your melt down the other day says other wise,” I answer back, picking up one of the papers. The page is covered with images of me.

“Stop being nosey,” Y/N says, snatching the page from me and crumbling it up. “And I wasn’t having a melt down. I felt invaded,” She continues, throwing the paper away in the over flowing trash can piled high with other papers and broken art supplies.

Since my distraction Y/N has turned the washed out yellow color from the other day but her hair as stayed the same. My eyes glance from her walking back to her spot to the pile of papers sitting in her bin. “You sure you don’t hate color?” I ask, bending down to go through the waste of paper.

“I’m sure.”

“Then what’s the deal?” I ask, opening a few of the paper balls. Most of them are works of me but a couple are of other members - mostly Lagoon.

“The deal with what?” She asks, standing on her tippy toes to continue her line work.

“The deal with you and your dumb cloak and the hissy fit from the other day,” I say, shoving a few morals of me into my pocket.

I walk slowly up to Y/N, carefully watching her colors switch back to white but this time with pedals of greys, yellows, and pinks. “How can you make really great, colorful artwork but dislike colors?”

“Again, I don’t ‘dislike color’. I dislike my coloring,” She says, falling flat to her feet and turning to look at me.

I stand there, looking at her confused. How can she dislike it? It’s so pretty watching her skin shift and even prettier when her skin is painted like a sunset. “How? How do you not like it? You’re the prettiest piece of artwork I’ve ever seen.” This causes a smile to cross Y/N’s face. My heart flutters at the sight and I set my mind to doing anything I can to see her smile again.

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[sacharinee]

what do you think shopping/running errands with peter is like? LOVE ur writing btw :-)

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: headcanons for petey! this was already on my list to write abt :P idk if u guys go to your local costco but its one of my favorite places in the world. i go shopping with my mom a lot and i think abt this sm. 

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shopping with peter: costco edition!!

↠ going grocery shopping with peter would definitely be hectic

↠ you’re basically babysitting a grown adult

↠ “can we get one of their hot dogs, babe?”

↠ “after we’re finished, pete”

↠ you watch your boyfriend sigh and pout as he pushes the cart

↠ peter gets hangry sometimes

↠ it isn’t your fault though 

↠ you wanted to go early in the afternoon to beat the lunch rush

↠ but because he woke up late, he hasn’t been able to eat breakfast or have an early snack 

↠ you offered him a rice cake in the car

↠ he gagged

↠ peter hates your rice cakes

↠ “ooh! can we get a churro?!”

↠ you sigh back at him, “after, peter”

↠ he throws his head back and groans in response

↠ but your boyfriend is helpful in a lot of ways when grocery shopping

↠ when you make it to the back of the warehouse, you remember you need water bottles

↠ you crouch down to try and grab one of the heavy bottles in bulk 

↠ peter only bumps your hips to the side, making you stumble

↠ he then lifts two!! (2) 40-water bottle packs over his shoulders

↠ you cross your arms as you watch him gently place it on the lower tray of the cart

↠ your eyes roll playfully at his smirking cocky face

↠ he offers you one of his award-winning winks

↠  the freezer section is where peter gets a little crazy

↠ he’s shoving frozen dino nuggets, bean burritos, fish sticks, waffles, and ice cream in the cart

↠ “hey, how bout this?”

↠ he holds up a large couch meant for dogs

↠ “baby, those are for dogs” 

↠ “i know”

↠ “but we don’t own a dog”

↠ it gets worse

↠ you and him will pass by some free samples of maybe idk sum mozzarella sticks??

↠ you pay no mind to it but peter gets sidetracked and goes to take one

↠ or two, one for you as well

↠ and then three, another one for him

↠ peter walks back to where he left you

↠ “look what i got!! they’re your- … y/n?”

↠ you don’t even notice peter gone

↠ you’re pushing the cart, phone’s on silent in your purse so you never hear his missed calls

↠ and peter’s panicking in the baby aisle, running his hands through his hair, biting his nails

↠ he even frantically shows your picture to random customers, “have you seen this girl at all?!”

↠ you don’t notice his absence when you're in line, or when you're inserting your card to pay

↠ peter’s in the freezing dairy section hoping you're just getting some eggs

↠ when you’re finished paying, a man in a red vest approaches you

↠ he does not look impressed

↠ “are you missing a grown child?”

↠ he moves to the side and it’s only then that you realize peter missing

↠ your boyfriend cowardly stands there, with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, a jutted-out bottom lip, and three empty eaten samples crushed in his fist

↠ “y-yea, he’s mine” you offer the man an embarrassed smile and take peter into your arms

↠ he shuffles in your embrace when you bring him to rest in the seating area

↠ your boyfriend hangs his head in defeat while you rub his back, “you left me”

↠ “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t know”

↠ he only sniffles in response

↠ “i’ll buy you a hot dog?” you offer

↠ “and a churro?”

↠ “and a churro.”

↠ ...

↠ “okay.”

[strwberri-milk]

okay I'm doing dehyas story quest rn and how about kaeya / diluc / ayato with a mercenary!reader? like very assertive about their feelings, brings up issues when they arise rather than letting them fester yk 😅

Kaeya thinks it's a breath of fresh air. In his line of work he's so used to just constantly having to hide anything and everything away from everyone, and you just coming up to him to tell him how you feel or what issues you have makes his life so much easier.

However, he doesn't exactly always afford you the same luxury. You might find him annoying as he lets himself fester in his negative emotions or just hide things from you because he feels they aren't worth mentioning to you. Anything that he's going through he thinks is something unimportant, much to your annoyance.

This means that when you end up having to confront him and tell him that you don't like him doing that he just laughs awkwardly and tries to play dumb. When it becomes clear that you won't drop it he just has to begrudgingly admit whatever it is his issues are. However, you're not going to let him get away that easily. You end up just sitting him down and making him tell you everything he's been bottling up. It takes a while but you're just a little too good at your job so he does end up spilling all of the beans.

You tell him your honest opinions on things, making sure to let him know that you hear him and what you think of his problems to try and invite him to do the same. It's a bit of a growing process, but Kaeya's more than happy to grow with you.

Diluc doesn't like to confront his feelings either. He loves to keep busy to avoid having to really sit still and fester. However, you always telling him the truth makes it easy for him as that means you've taken out all of the guesswork.

He's very good at listening to how you feel and because he's more solution-oriented, any problems you bring up that he can fix, he will. That means any time you're just looking for comfort he finds himself struggling more. He is good at holding you and letting you speak but he's not exactly good with words of comfort.

Instead, he's taken to just asking you what you want him to do whenever you're feeling upset. It's good to know that he's at least consistent, but sometimes you can't help but feel like he's a little hollow or robotic about it.

Cue you talking to him again about it and Diluc panicking a little as he holds you in your arms exactly the way you want him to. He understands what you're trying to tell him but unfortunately, he's a little worried to break the status quo. He knows what works and foraying outside of that with you is scary because he doesn't want to mess up.

However, he takes your words to heart and starts working through his reservations. You're open about what you like and don't like which means he doesn't make too many mistakes, and he takes a page out of your book and works on being more open with you as well. He's always pretty okay with his issues and doesn't let them impact your relationship, but you can see how they eat at him which is why you always thank him whenever he's honest about how he feels.

Ayato is the most productive person to have this sort of conversation with. He's great at listening and adjusting himself accordingly, as well as bringing up his issues with you. It can be amusing to have these conversations as it seems almost diplomatic. You thought it was so funny that you even come to talk to him with meeting minutes, Ayato always giving you an amused smile at the scroll you put down in front of him as you prepare to bring up any issues.

He's grateful that you're willing to talk to him because he wouldn't personally broach the subject unless you do first. To him, if it's not a pressing concern that needs to be addressed immediately it might just get delayed until it does need to be addressed. He's got a lot on his plate, but he's fairly good at managing it to make sure you still get all the attention that you need and deserve.

He takes your thoughts and concerns and always considers them after a conversation, making sure that he doesn't do things you don't like. Even if you just mention it in passing he's made a mental note about it.

Again, issues that he has he does bring up to you whenever you start to bring yours up. Sometimes he'll take the initiative and talk to you first but to be blunt, he doesn't have many issues with you. He's happy where the two of you are at almost all times which is why he doesn't start the conversation very often.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Didn’t Need To

Nishinoya x trans!m!reader

For my dear friend @dami1314

This one is shorter, sorry for that.

Nishinoya had always been vocal.

He was loud, and blunt, and crass, but he was never quiet. Not since the day you met him at the start of middle school. Not when he joined the volleyball club, not when you announced that you’d be joining him at Karasuno, not when you came out, and especially not when anyone tried to bully you as you transitioned. Coach Ukai couldn’t let you play for the team during matches, but thanks to your best friend’s persistence he agreed to let you participate in practices.

There was nothing Noya wasn’t vocal about.

Which is why you couldn’t figure out what he wasn’t telling you.

You were both second years together now, he’s been your best friend for five years, and he told you everything.

But when you accidentally admitted your budding feelings to Kiyoko after practice one day, you didn’t expect him to start avoiding talking to you a few days later. You hadn’t thought he heard you, too busy roughhousing with Tanaka and Hinata, but suddenly it was like you were getting the very strange cold shoulder.

It wasn’t abrupt or constant.

It was like he would just… forget that he was avoiding you.

One point he’s ranting and raving about something he thinks is the coolest thing he’s ever seen, but when you go to say something to him ten minutes later he’s like a deer in the headlights before he’s running away.

Which led to one conclusion, right?

The thing he wasn’t telling had to have been a rejection. He must’ve heard you talking to Kiyoko and couldn’t figure out how to keep your friendship intact when he finally told you he didn’t feel the same way.

But it felt like it was only a matter of time before it fell apart anyway.

So you started skipping practices. Dodging past his teammates in the halls between classes. Rain checking hangouts. You weren’t going to pressure him, didn’t want to make him feel like he had to accept you. You knew how he felt about Kiyoko, he didn’t want a guy . He didn’t want you.

He was still your best friend though.

And as easily as you could notice the even minor changes in his actions, he could read the changes in yours.

So maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised when the persistent knocking at your front door revealed him standing on the other side, looking panicked and disheveled and outright distraught.

“I don’t like this!” He announced immediately, charging past you and into your own home before you could really even open the door far enough for a normal person to fit through. “How have I gone from seeing you all the time every day to an hour a few days apart?”

You shrugged, arms wrapping around your torso like you need to protect yourself. God, you never used to feel that way around him. “I mean talking to Kiyoko-“

“She spilled the beans.” If you weren’t losing yourself in your own head, you would’ve realized he wasn’t confirming what you thought.

He was coming to his own realization.

“Guess so.” You nodded, “And it’s okay. We’re friends and I don’t expect you to force more and-“

“Wait, what?” The way his face twisted in confusion reminded you of studying together and he wasn’t quite grasping the material you were going over.

And your brow furrowed in response, “She told you, right?”

“I thought she told you.”

“What do you think she told me?” It could’ve made you laugh, how you spoke at the same time like you had so many times before, if you hadn’t been so confused.

But then you spoke at the same time again.

“That I really like you.”

“That I think I’m falling for you.”

The two of you froze, but…

Nishinoya had always been vocal. Especially about the things he wants.

“You like me!?” His eyes were shining, you could practically see the stars in them as he looked up at you, “When I saw you guys talking- and then she mentioned I should talk to you about a crush- I assumed she had told you!”

“Hold on a second-“ You waved your hands, your thoughts floating around, “So… you’ve been avoiding me… and I’ve been avoiding you…”

“But neither of us needed to.” He grinned, big and wide like he’d struck the lottery instead of realizing you were just both being stupid.

“No,” you laughed with him, “We didn’t seem to need to.”