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rieamena · 3 months

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your touch is all around me, i can't let you go

—kenji sato

kenji sato & physical therapist!reader

content warnings: fem!reader, friends to lovers, reader calls kenji a whore (i SWEAR THATS THEIR DYNAMIC PLEASE BELIEVE ME)

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it's common practice for athletes to have a physical therapist by their side, just in case. though for ken, you were more of a friend; being a licensed physical therapist was just an added bonus. knowing him since high school and watching him grow up into the amazing player he is today, it's safe to say ken went to you a lot. especially when he got hurt. you couldn't say too much though, he let you practice on him while you were busy getting your license and jobs wouldn't take you due to a lack of experience. but kenji? he always believed in you, even bringing you to japan with him, saying "i'd rather have a therapist i'm comfortable with." he rented out a cozy two bedroom apartment for you, making sure that it wasn't far from the clinic you'd be working at once you settled. but that's the thing, he rarely visited the clinic, only coming around to see if you were in that day. ken definitely prefers at home visits for no specific reason. (he loves loves loves the closeness and familiarity you have with each other).

a knock at your door took you from the comfort of your room. shuffling out in the dress you had on, the heels that matched so perfectly with it clacked on the hardwood floor. opening the door and seeing kenji, you immediately closed it shut. taking a deep breath, you reopened it, feigning innocence. "oh hey! didn't see you there!" ken deadpanned, face immediately changing once he took in your figure, "who're you getting all prettied up for?" shoving himself through the door, ken's eyes dragged painfully slow over your body, "could it be…, me?" "i'm gonna slap that stupid smirk off your face." "you know i'd like that." "ugh! whatever!" you closed the door, locking it. "if you're here for a consultation, i regret to inform you that i'm not feeling up to it, ken." "oh. so, i can't visit my best friend when i feel like it? darling, you hurt me…"

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "don't you have better things to do than annoy me, kenji?" kenji chuckled, taking a step closer. "not really. besides, what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't check up on you?" "the one who needs checking up on is you," you huffed, turning away from him and heading back to your room. kenji followed, his footsteps echoing yours. "oh, come on. i bring some excitement into your life, admit it." you glanced over your shoulder at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. "more like a headache." "same thing," kenji shrugged, leaning against the doorframe of your room as you stepped inside. "why are you really here?" you asked, smoothing down your dress and looking in the mirror. "you never just 'drop by'." "maybe i missed you," he said, his tone softer. "we haven't hung out in a while." you paused, meeting his gaze in the mirror. there was a sincerity in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. "you could've called, like you usually do." kenji smiled, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to you. "yeah, but then i wouldn't have gotten to see you in that dress." he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "you look stunning, by the way." your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away. "thanks. it's nothing special." "it's special to me," he said softly, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "so, what do you say? want to hang out for a bit?" you stared at yourself in the mirror, considering his offer. "fine. but only if you promise not to be a pain." kenji grinned. "no promises."

"hi [name], could you come over? uhh, bring your med kit too. thanks! see you soon!" ken got off the phone before you could even say hello. you called him back after exiting your state of shock, "let's try that again." "please don't make me." kenji groaned before choosing his next words carefully, even though he knew deep down that you would come anyway. "hey sweetheart. do you think you could come over with your med kit? i would pick you up with my bike but i kinda broke my arm so…" "you what—?!" "yeah…, anyways! bring some pajamas! you're staying over. and we're baking tonight!" "with what able arm??"

you finished applying the stockinette, handing a roll of padding to ken so that he could make himself useful while you scolded him, "i swear you get injured so much, i wouldn't be surprised if you were ultraman or something." after winding the padding around his arm, you took the roll back, stopping your motions when you realized, he never responded. you looked at ken, only to find him already looking at you, a dejected look on his face. "you're fucking joking."

"so you're telling me that ever since we landed here, you've been saving japan?" you wheeled your suitcases into the living area, crossing your legs as you sat on the couch. "well it's really not a big deal. a little saving my team here, saving japan over there. what's all the stuff for?" ken motioned to your luggage with the drink in his hand, the necklace he always kept on him now sitting against his bare upper body. getting up, you walked to his room, picking up a shirt and throwing it at him. "put that on." watching kenji struggle to complete your request, you thought out loud, "you know it all makes sense now. the unexplained mystery injuries, why you wouldn't pick up my late night calls when there was a kaiju attack— if you need help just say that." ken kept quiet, looking at you with those eyes of his. you hated how you could never resist them. reaching over to him, you put the shirt on for him, patting his chest. "what would you do without me, hm?" staring into your eyes, kenji gulped loudly, feeling his face heat up like a teenage boy in love. "thank you, miss physical therapist." well, the in love part is right. "so…, you're moving in?" ken cleared his throat, glancing at your suitcases. "just staying until your arm is fully functioning again, so for…" your eyes scan over his wrapped arm, "six months?" kenji's eyes widened. "six months? are you serious?"

"yeah," you replied, smiling. "you need proper care, and i'm the best person for the job."

every morning started with you helping kenji out of bed. he tried to be independent, but you insisted on being there for him. "come on, ultraman, let me help you," you teased as he struggled to pull his shirt over his head. he sighed but smiled. "shut up. you just like telling me what to do."

"and you just like making things difficult," you retorted, carefully sliding his casted arm through the sleeve. "there. all set."

breakfast became a ritual of its own. you prepared his meals, ensuring they were easy for him to manage with one hand. sometimes, you even fed him when he was too stubborn to ask for help. "open up," you said, holding a spoonful of cereal to his lips. kenji chuckled but complied. "i could get used to this."

"don't get too comfortable," you warned playfully. "this is just until your arm heals."

the first few months were over and it was safe to take of kenji's cast. not long after, you settled into a routine with kenji. each morning, you helped him with his exercises, ensuring his recovery was progressing well.

"all right, let's do the stretches," you said one morning, guiding his arm gently. kenji winced but followed your instructions. "you really enjoy bossing me around, don't you?" "only because you're such a terrible patient," you teased, your fingers brushing against his skin. kenji's eyes met yours, a playful glint in them. "maybe i just like the recognition." you rolled your eyes. "what an attention whore."

one evening, you found yourself sitting on the couch, watching a movie with kenji. his arm was propped up with pillows, and he looked more relaxed than you had seen him in a while. "thanks for staying with me," kenji said softly, his gaze fixed on the screen. "i don't think i would've managed without you." you turned to him, "you would've been fine, kenji. you're stronger than you think. you're literally ultraman." kenji laughed at your comment and shook his head, his eyes meeting yours. "no, really. you've been amazing. i… i don't know how to thank you." "you don't have to," you whispered, leaning in slightly. "just get better." kenji's hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek. "i will. for you." your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. then, slowly, kenji leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss.

the next morning, you both tried to act as if nothing had changed, but the air between you was charged with a new, unspoken tension. "okay, let's try the resistance band today," you said, your voice a bit shaky. kenji nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "sure. let's do it." as you guided him through the exercises, your hands lingering a little longer than necessary, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could keep pretending that nothing had changed between you.

the high school gym was dimly lit, the only sounds being the soft echoes of your footsteps on the polished floor and the distant hum of the vending machines. you and kenji had stayed late, practicing for the upcoming sports event. he was a star athlete even back then, and you were his number one supporter. "you really should take it easy," you said, handing him a towel as he sat down on the bleachers, panting slightly. kenji grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "you worry too much. i'm fine." you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "yeah, well, someone has to keep you in check." he chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "thanks for sticking around, sweetheart. it means a lot." "of course," you replied, sitting down next to him. "what are friends for?" kenji turned to you, his expression suddenly serious. "yeah, friends…" there was a moment of silence, the air thick with unspoken words. you looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. his eyes, those deep, expressive eyes, seemed to draw you in. "kenji, i—" you started, but your words were cut off as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. for a moment, time stood still. the world outside the gym faded away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, intimate space. his hand found its way to your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. you melted into the kiss, your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around him. when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. kenji's forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he whispered, "i've wanted to do that for so long."

kenji woke with a start, the memory of the kiss still vivid, his heart pounding. he laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the emotions that had resurfaced. the feelings he had pushed aside for years were now impossible to ignore.

the house buzzed with activity as you prepared for the small celebration. you wanted everything to be perfect for him. you moved around the kitchen, arranging snacks and drinks, a smile on your face as you thought about how far he had come in his recovery. kenji watched you from the doorway, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. he knew he had to confront the feelings that had been bubbling up ever since you two met. taking a deep breath, he stepped into the kitchen. "hey," he called softly. you looked up, smiling brightly. "hey! just in time. can you help me with these decorations?" kenji nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. as you handed him a string of lights, he couldn't hold back any longer. "so just like that. you're forgetting about us?" he asked, his voice low and serious. you froze, the lights slipping from your fingers. "what are you on about now?" he stepped closer, his gaze intense. "that kiss. back in high school. it meant something, didn't it?"

"there was never an 'us', kenji," you replied, your voice steady but your eyes betraying your uncertainty. kenji moved even closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "don't lie to me. don't pretend like we never had something. like we don't have something right now." your back hit the nearby wall, and you felt trapped by the intensity of his words and the closeness of his body. "i don't know what you're talking about…" you stammered, hands fiddling with themselves. "yes, you do," he whispered, his hand resting gently on your arm. "that kiss, it wasn't just a moment. it was the start of something. and everything we've shared since then—don't tell me you don't feel it too." you swallowed hard, your heart racing. the memories, the lingering touches, the stolen glances—they all flooded back. "kenji, i…" he moved even closer, his breath warm against your skin. your hands pushed against your best friend's chest. "just tell me the truth, baby. do you feel it too?"

"you want the truth? fine." you took a deep breath, your eyes locked on his. "the truth is, i've never stopped feeling it. not since that kiss in high school, not since your out of the blue visits to do stupid shit, not since our late night calls, not since i started helping you heal. every touch, every glance, it all means something to me." you pushed through his cage, walking over to the kitchen island to continue setting up for the mini celebration. kenji's eyes widened in surprise and relief, but you couldn't stay there, wrapped in the intensity of the moment. you pushed through his cage, walking over to the kitchen island to continue setting up for the mini celebration. your hands shook slightly as you arranged the decorations, trying to focus on anything but the whirlwind of emotions inside you. ken watched you for a moment, processing your words. then he followed, his presence a comforting warmth behind you. his hands caressed your shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm. "so how about it, babe? go on a date with me?" you chuckled softly, trying to mask the tremor in your voice. "i'm a busy woman. you'd have to pick a day i'm free." kenji leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "you got it, princess. you know i'd wait forever for you." you turned your head slightly, catching his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. "yeah i know, you'd be a fool not to." he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "then call me a fool, because i've been waiting a long time." you sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. "just don't keep me waiting forever, okay?" kenji's smile widened, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and adoration.

"i won't. i promise." "you make a lot of promises ken, makes me wonder if you can keep up with them all." "oh you wound me so~" "need another consultation for that?"

not gon hold yall... writing this tired me out.... i shouldve done hcs or a drabble but i hope you all liked it still!!!

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drurrito · 2 months

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A/N: just a little something, words are hard at this time

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Sparring with Natasha gone awry

Warnings: blood

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There’s already a slight sheen of sweat covering your body by the time you finish your warm-up. You plop down onto the nearest bench and start to wrap your hands for bag training when a pair of toned legs stop in front of you. You slowly peer up to find Natasha clad in workout gear and a look in her eye that makes your throat go dry.

“Let’s spar, no gloves,” she doesn’t give you much of a choice, already walking towards a spot on the mats. You wordlessly follow her, and it’s not until you’re square in front of her that you realize there’s a small herd of recruits looking on from a safe distance.

You both settle into your stances. Natasha charges you with a few punches that you dodge with ease. You both go on like this for about 2 minutes before you decide to throw some combos of your own. Your hand grazes the skin just above Natasha’s brow. Then you throw a kick that should have knocked the wind out of her, but it lands like a tap on her chest. She closes the distance with a snarl, and your noses almost touch.

“Stop pulling your punches,” Natasha growls, she pushes you away with a shove, “recruits aren’t gonna learn anything from a one-sided fight.”

“Being a good nail makes you a better hammer,” you retort, throwing a few punches that are uncharacteristically slow. You usually give everyone else a hard time on the mats. Even Steve has had to catch his breath after a few rounds with you. She can’t understand why you won’t fight back, and it’s beyond frustrating.

Natasha can hear scattered whispers among the group of recruits, and decides she needs to provoke you into doing anything other than playing defense.

Natasha ducks under your punch and moves in, she closes the space with a hook to your face before pulling you into a collar-tie and hip tossing you hard onto the mats. The room is dead quiet, the sound of your ribs cracking echoes. Natasha hears the smallest wheeze beneath her.

“You’re trying to kill me,” you say as soon as your breath returns. You try to sit up and feel blood gush out of your nose. Your hand shoots to your face and try to stand up, but Natasha’s hands land quickly on your shoulders, then your face.

“Let me see,” her voice is eerily gentle, like she didn’t just try to throw you through the earth’s crust moments ago. You move your hand and Natasha inspects your nose. You’re too focused on how close she is and wonder if she can feel how hot your cheeks are right now. After a few moments, she barks an order at the recruits to find the med kit. You pinch the bridge of your nose and attempt to tilt your head back, but she grabs your chin with one hand.

“Don’t do that,” she’s gentle again, “just keep pinching with your head down.”

You do as she says, your eyes fall to the small pool of blood between your legs.

“Lotta blood,” you say with a wince, your ribs reminding you that they’re the real victim here.

“M’sorry,” she says, that makes you wince again. You’re the one who wouldn’t fight back and essentially goaded Natasha into ragdoll-ing you because she makes you uncharacteristically nervous.

“It’s alright, Tash,” you sound too sincere for her liking. You almost miss the look that flashes across her face as she takes the kit from a recruit.

“That’s all for today,” Natasha shoos away the recruits who are more than happy to file out of the gym. You try not to think about how Natasha managed to keep her attention on you the whole time as she plugs your nose with soaked cotton balls and tells you to breathe out of your mouth for a bit.

“Were you a cutman in another life?” Natasha smirks at how extra nasally you’re making your voice sound.

“Learned a few tricks as a widow,” she mumbles, taking the cotton out of your nose and tenderly wiping off the blood above your lip. Her fingers linger for a moment on your skin when your eyes catch hers. Even the sharp pain in your ribs quiet down to a dull throbbing, if only for a second.

Natasha is the first to look away, your eyes are still fixed on her profile as she closes the kit and stands up.

“We should get those ribs looked at by a real doctor, need a hand?” You reach for her hand and she pulls you up, staying close as she watches you take a few steps. You only wobble for a half second before she ducks under your arm to support. Natasha mutters something in frustrated Russian while you bite your tongue to keep from smiling.

#works #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader

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shotmrmiller · 9 months

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PAUSE! OH MY GOD. writing a soap smut got me thinking.

As a medic in base, you see the 141 guys all the time. Whether in passing or because they get injured, you’re always interacting with them. Your particular lack of response at Ghost’s irritated glare after reprimanding him for being unable to keep his stitches intact during training is what solidified your friendship with Johnny— what Soap tells you to call him.

Every time Johnny goes out, he likes to drag you along and this is where you notice peculiar interactions between him and Ghost.

The way Ghost gives Soap Johnny his full attention when he’s speaking, turning his entire body to face him, even if it’s something completely trivial. Or how Johnny stresses over Ghost who’s injured on your med table and Ghost will comfort him. When going on a mission, if one goes, so does the other.

You wonder if there's something else going on.

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You get your answer.

One day you’re knocking on Johnny’s door because it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to weasel out of a physical. You’d think getting shot would hurt more than a vaccine but here you are— about to twist his scottish ear off. The door finally opens, and you barge in because you aren’t about to cause a scene in the middle of the hallway when you freeze.

Ghost is in Johnny's room, lying on the bed. If looks could kill, Ghost’s would’ve leveled the base. And he’s naked under the sheets— if that tree trunk-sized bulge is what you think it is. It doesn't even look hard. Bloody hell.

You shift your gaze towards Soap, and your eyes drop— he's clad in nothing but a towel that hangs dangerously low on his hips.

Massive. These men just walkin’ round with weapons in their pants.

Shaking off those thoughts, you shift your attention to his face.

“Meet me at the clinic in 10 or so help me god, Johnny.” and walk out the door.

You hear a muffled "Yes ma'am" , and a hiss escapes your lips.

That cocky smile Johnny had means he definitely saw you ogling them.

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A week passes and it’s a friday. You can’t wait to lock yourself in your barracks room and watch movies the entire weekend— you plan to start as soon as you're off the clock.

And then other medics twist your arm into going out for drinks.

Now you find yourself seated at a table in a lively bar, indulging in shots of tequila. As you glance around, your eyes catch sight of Soap and Ghost standing near the bartender. It appeared that some woman is talking to Johnny and he has a polite, detached smile on his face. Always too kind to strangers.

Then she starts caressing his thigh.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. Right in front of Ghost’s salad? You lock eyes with Ghost and he looks murderous. Jesus.

You usually don't stick your nose in others' business, but if you don’t intervene, Ghost might actually kill her in her sleep. Besides, tequila has always made you bold.

With a confident stride, you make your way towards Johnny and remove that woman’s hand before settling yourself snugly on his lap— and you wrap his arms around your waist.

“And who is this?” you ask Soap, but the girl questions back.

“No. Who are you?”

Bitch.

Curling your upper lip, you answer, “I’m the one he comes in every night hoping it takes. Now leave before I make you,” completely ignoring the massive bulge pressing up into your arse.

She looks at you with a bewildered expression, but doesn't move so you finish off with, "Try it. Just a warning though, it'll be hard to fight when the fight ain't fair."

You cock your head to the side with a taunting expression and the woman scoffs before walking away. Noticing she left her almost full drink behind, you give it to the bartender to toss in the trash. She's just gonna have to get another one.

Your act comes to an end, so you shift to stand up— and realize that the arms encircling your waist tighten, keeping you on his lap. His clothed cock.

“Ye didnae think we’d let ye go after yer little show, did ye?”

Unless Johnny’s speaking french, he just said we. You'd be nervous but you aren't about to decline what could be the best sex of your life. The want you feel in Soap's pants has you riding a certain high— it makes you feel confident.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bartop, you swivel the stool you're on to face Ghost.

“And this okay with you? I wouldn’t be stepping on any toes, or nothin’?”

Ghost swiftly lifts you from Johnny's lap and places you onto his own.

“Does this answer your question?” and draws you closer before grinding his erection against you.

And it sure as hell does. Slapping the counter, you ask for some water. If this night is going to end with you sandwiched between these two, you want to remember all of it.

reader's a boss ass bitch. GET IT CHILE.

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sozila · 3 months

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convalescence. (sukuna x reader)

synopsis: convalescence noun. time spent recovering from an illness or medical treatment; recuperation. ryomen s. itadori was a disease that infected every part of your life, and you didn’t notice until it was too late.

pairing: best friend's older brother!ryomen s. itadori x pre-med uni student!fem reader.

warnings: explicit content eventually, mdni. mentions of underage drinking, descriptive sexual activities. masterlist | previous | next

you are on: incubation. (part one) a/n:

hello!! my name is sozila, and this is my first ever work on tumblr/ao3 so bear with me if my writing seems a little elementary :,) let me know what you think, esp if it's constructive feedback! i've been a huge fic reader since i was 11, if that's any solace <3 (i'm in my second year of college now lmao) this piece really just came to me because i craved older brother sukuna and breezed through every fic with him in it. also, i wanted to incorporate parts of my college experience and hence the allegory to infectious diseases, i promise i'll hash it out adequately soon haha <3 also to note: i'm aware this chapter is rather short, but i intend to make longer chapters as the story continues! until then, here's a little bit of what i have :) enjoy!

ao3 link here.

incubation. (part one) you were 2 years into being best friends with yuuji itadori before you saw him. an idea of him was created in your head through a web of yuuji’s descriptions, megumi’s mild irritations. nobara’s hot-cold opinion that “he’s an insufferable asshole, but those tattoos do numbers on girls”. some part of you felt allured by the mystery of his identity, even though you knew exactly who he was. at least, as much as you could from the near-empty instagram account and pictures from yuuji’s childhood littering the apartment.

it was odd you didn’t meet until now, but university had other plans for you. it made sense though— as a pre-med student, you didn’t have much time to hang out or go to frat parties, as much as nobara complained about your lack of thrill for wilding out. you digressed, but promised as soon as you secured an internship you’d maybe allow a bottle of vodka on you, in the comfort of your shared apartment. yuuji and megumi never held your busy schedule against you; which you genuinely appreciated. you loved that whenever you did get to see them, things picked up right where you left off.

which is why you were surprised at the very least to be met with someone you knew yet were so unfamiliar with standing before you when you knocked on yuuji’s door.

“you one of yuu’s new leeches or what?”

your brows furrowed a little more at the jab on your character, but you utter nothing as you take in the fact ryomen itadori isn’t a mythical brother your best friend made up. he looks exactly like the lockscreen picture on yuuji’s phone, save for a couple new tattoos on his face and arms. his hair was a mix between a mean undercut and ivy league, sporting the same pink hue of his younger brother’s. a simple silver chain hung on his neck which drew you downwards to his chest. he was definitely built much bigger and wider than yuuji. coarse, and just.. raw. you register you’ve been staring at this man clad only in a wife pleaser and joggers for an inappropriately long time and clear your throat, straightening, holding your bag a little closer as if it was going to disappear with a glance of his sanguine eyes.

“you gonna stand there all day, or should i close the door on ya?”

his gruff voice now laced with irritation led you to match his demeanor. you give him a wry, plastered smile and push past him. he lets you, surprisingly.

“can’t really go in with you blocking the entire entryway, asshole.”

he doesn’t acknowledge the blatant insult and walks towards the kitchen. your nose catches it first- he was cooking something really good. suddenly, he yells over his shoulder while he stirs the pot.

“yuuji c’mon, i’m not babysitting for your ass!”

the thomp-thomp-thomps of yuuji’s footsteps follow with him hurrying down the stairs and he flashes a dorky smile to you. “sorry, sorry! you met my lovely best friend then, aniki?”

he grunts without turning around. you didn’t even consider this a conservation, but yuuji seemed unphased by his wet-blanket personality. guess older brotherhood looked like this. yuuji flits around the stove where he’s working to stick a finger in the pot and steal a taste, which sukuna smacked him upside the head for.

rubbing the back of head, yuuji then turns and faces you to give your arms a little squeeze. “megs is running a little late from swim team practice, but he’ll be here soon. ryo made dinner for us though!” he quips brightly.

with a whip of his head and a withering look, you deduced sukuna wasn’t aware of this information, but grumbled to himself. you made out a “motherfucker” and “freeloader” in his long curse.

you pull your happy-go-lucky friend a little out of earshot and bring him to your level to whisper harshly. “yuu, i don’t want to inconvenience your brother.. he already seems pissed i exist,” you murmur. your gaze returns to the giant man in the kitchen and something tickles in your chest. immediately he slaps your shoulder and chortles, as if you told him something outlandish. “don’t even worry! he acts like that all the time, he just doesn’t know you well enough yet.”

you weren’t sure you even wanted him to.

it was 7:30 when you heard the ring of the doorbell and your head lifts from the snug placement you took on the couch. sukuna had already slipped away upstairs so yuuji answers this time, much to your dismay. you lament internally that megumi wouldn’t face the same frosty welcome as you did. you hear two voices instead of just the one you expected and crane over to see a certain red headed girl you knew. she beams upon noticing your peeking form. “you’re here early, miss i-have-no-time-for-my-beloved-friends,” quicker than you could react, she was already beelining to jump on you with a smothering hug.

you try to muster a clear response but get muffled by her puffy knit sweatshirt. “if you checked your phone you’d know i told you!” you push your computer out of reach so it wouldn’t be swept in the tornado that was nobara kugisaki.

megumi had already taken a seat on the rug beside yuuji, deep in conversation about winter finals. however, it became evident it was more megumi lecturing yuuji on course material and the latter looking more confused and stressed by the second.

you move nobara enough to clap your hands and catch their attention.

“if you guys utter the word ‘exams’ one more time, i swear will explode.”

nobara snorts above you and knocks on your head. “look who’s talking. is your memory shot to hell or do you not remember all the times you bring it up yourself?”

“she literally did this afternoon,” yuuji mumbles with a pout. you throw a decorative pillow at him.

“hey! don’t forget i literally made your study schedule for you. and even the studious want a little break,” you defend with a huff. nobara d’awws and squishes your cheeks. “my poor little baby! however did you survive.”

“you guys suck. i deserve nothing but love and affection.”

yuuji rolls his eyes and whines. “oh my goood, yes we love you and appreciate you, hugs kisses rainbows blah blah— i wanna watch a movie already!”

you giggle at his antics as nobara pushes off you, walking to the unabashedly large TV and starts filing through yuuji’s big movie bookshelf. “what are we feeling tonight? fast and furious, ladybird, jigsaw..”

after a couple minutes you all agree on midsommar, which you protested but lost in a 3 to 1 vote (democracy is a joke). you could never sleep properly after a good horror movie, hence you always watched them during the daytime. but because your friends were evil, namely nobara, you had to endure some at night and ended up sleepless and jumpy. “if you can’t sleep, just slip in with me tonight,” nobara counters with a dismissive wave. while you knew neither nobara nor her girlfriend, maki, would bat an eye because of their long friendship with you, you worried for your own well-being. nobara was a huge kicker in her sleep (she denies this profusely). too many times after a night out you’d wake up on the floor with bruises on your side while nobara dozed peacefully, starfish-ed on the bed. you sigh and accept your fate.

the movie ends up being just as if not more unsettling than you expected. you knew nobara clocked out much earlier than you thought when you heard no reaction to the bear scene (never getting that image out of your brain, you fear). you stretch your neck to assess who’s out. beyond the dirty plates on the coffee table from the dinner sukuna “made” for you all, you can make out yuuji cradled into megumi’s chest, snoring lightly. the urchin haired boy didn’t stir much either, so you peel from nobara’s vice-like grip on you to throw a blanket over the two of them. out of the corner of your eye, you see yuuji cuddle into megumi a little more, a small smile on his dozing face. god, you eagerly await the day they could be honest about their feelings. you step back around quietly to adjust nobara on the couch into a more comfortable position.

to navigate out with a better light you fish your jeans for your phone but to your dismay, are met with empty pockets. it didn’t help that your nerves on high alert and the living room was lit only by the glow from the tv. something straight out of a horror movie. genuinely fuck my life. you frown as you crouch down to feel around underneath the couch. after a few minutes of helpless padding later, the task seemed fruitless and you began to retreat to yuuji’s room. nothing could prepare you to feel a big, cold hand palm your shoulder. you freeze, your spine going icy. is this how i’m going to die? swiveling faster than your mind could compute you almost let out a bloodcurdling shriek, only to be met with the same cold hand pressing your mouth shut.

“are you fuckin’ mental?”

sanguine eyes bore back into yours and you fight the urge to bite the hand pressing on you. the audacity of this guy was baffling, really.

you shove him off and glare pointedly.

“me? i’m mental? says the dick who decided to sneak up on someone and grab them like a fucking serial killer!”

you jab a finger on his chest, seething in a whisper. his chest, in reality, was much harder than you anticipated and your finger probably hurt more than the attack on him.

a step. he’s closer to you and now in possession of said finger.

“i lightly tapped you. the rest was damage control, sweetheart.”

“sweetheart?”

“i can’t call you that?”

“how about you don’t call me anything, ever? thanks.”

“makes sense that i can’t call you. got your phone, and all.”

your mouth drops a little. “what?” he snickers. “if you weren’t so busy trying to curse me into the next domain, you’d realize i’ve had your phone in my hand this whole time. fuckin’ idiot.”

lo and behold, your phone was nestled in his raised hand, looking much smaller than you remembered. or was it that his hand was just that large in comparison? how big was this guy, really? part of you wanted to stop everything and just ask him to hold different objects and compare how they perceived in his grasp. but reality struck and you recall this is the same guy who just scared the living daylights out of you.

you yank it out of his stupid mammoth hand, ripping his grasp on you in the process and take a step back. you were awfully close to one another upon closer inspection.

“not an idiot, by the way. 4.0 gpa doesn’t exactly scream stupid.”

“idiocy applies to everyone, sweetheart. regardless of how much you dick ride your textbooks.”

every word that left his mouth had a lilt to it. the laughter in his eyes, his head cocked to the side.. he was messing with you and relished it. that pissed you off. who the fuck was he to decide who you were? what you stood for? you had barely known this imaginary-but-actually-real brother for a couple hours, and here he was insulting and teasing you all in one gift-wrapped present. what gave him the confidence to be so insufferable? and better yet, what could you do to stomp it out?

“go to hell, sukuna.”

you were unwilling to stay in his irritating presence for a moment more. your face was stony and unrelenting, your foot tapping incessantly in impatience. you wanted to slap his face off, but thankfully for him, your best friends were in dreamland just a few feet away.

“goodnight, idiot.”

your feet padded angrily up the stairs and you could still feel those dark sanguine eyes boring into your skull and all over your body. you decided that imaginary or not, yuuji itadori's older brother was the most pompous asshole you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. you didn’t get hit with your skin radiating heat until you closed the door of yuujii’s bedroom behind you. question is, was it anger or arousal?

... she never told me her name.

omg light banter... guys i really love slowburn so sexy time isn't guaranteed soon :( once i've outlined it i'll add specific explicit warnings and maybe you'll get a glimpse of what i envision for you and sukuna aaaaa :) for tumblr, i'll have a navi/masterlist up in a little!

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fairykingjing · 28 days

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Zoro x GN Reader - Broken bones, mended hearts

Got another fic for ya'll! I know I've been posting only Zoro fics but I have a Law x F Reader one I'm working on that I'll post at some point next week. That's all, enjoy the story. :3

Summary: Zoro accidentally hurts you during a training exercise and is sure you’ll never forgive him. You’re sure he thinks you’re weak for getting hurt. A little communication would solve everything, but Zoro was never good with words.

Warnings: reader gets injured and ignores the injury, unresolved angst gets a resolution, reader and Zoro fight, reader gets yelled at. Little fluff at the end.

WC: 1600

You and your crewmate Zoro were on the main deck, fighting each other as part of a training exercise. It was getting heated, and taunts and jabs were being thrown back and fourth, all in good fun. You were laser focused on Zoro’s next move, when Chopper yelled out in surprise about a fish he caught off the side of the boat. You got distracted enough for Zoro to take you down, but you landed on your ankle wrong and something snapped. You yelped as searing pain shot through your ankle up your leg. Zoro’s eye widened in shock.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Just startled me is all,” you lied. He squinted his eye at you, clearly not believing you. You forced yourself to walk upright and without limp, the pain becoming unbearable, but you didn’t want him or any of the crew to worry. “Told you, I’m fine.”

You made your way to your room, careful to take a route that passed as few other members of the crew as possible. As soon as you made it in the room, you collapsed onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow to scream. You then finally took the time to assess the injury. Your ankle was swelling and bruised, and from the pain and snap you heard, something broke, badly. The door suddenly swung open as Nami walked into the room, and you quickly covered your ankle with a blanket and tried your best to look normal.

“Oh, hey!” she said. “What happened out there?”

“Nothing, I just got startled and knocked over” you replied quickly.

“You feeling okay? You look like shit,” Nami questioned.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just… tired is all.” you lied. “From the training.”

“Riiiiight,” Nami said. “Well dinner will be ready soon, if you want to walk down together?”

“Thanks, but I’m gonna rest here for a while,” you said. Nami clearly wasn’t buying it either, but she walked back out without saying anything else. You laid back down on the bed and tried to fall asleep.

A few hours passed before anybody checked on you again. Zoro was the next to enter, knocking before he crept in. “Hey, I was coming to see how you were-” his sentence cut off as he saw your body laid out before him. You were shaking and sweating, and he could clearly see your ankle and how awful it looked. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, before yelling for Chopper. He rushed over to you and tried to wake you up.

“Hey! Hey, wake up!” he begged. You stirred slightly, moaning in pain as your ankle moved. Realization hit you, and you jolted up, staring at him in surprise.

“W-what are you doing in here?” you gasped.

“I came to check up on you! Why didn’t you tell me you were injured!? Chopper should have known about this as soon as it happened!” he yelled. He was tense, and clearly angry with you for hiding your injury. He quickly softened though, when he saw you trembling, tears threatening to fall down your face.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak.” You sniffled, and brought your hands up to quickly wipe your face. You didn’t want Zoro to see you crying, especially when he was angry at you. What you didn’t expect was for his large, scarred hands to grab yours so gently. He started to speak, but the moment was interrupted by Chopper rushing in with a med kit, screaming when he saw your ankle. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner! This looks bad!” he yelled, panicking. He shoved Zoro out of the way and quickly got to work stabilizing and assessing the injury.

“Sorry,” you whimpered.

“Just don’t do this again, please! It looks like you shattered the bone!” Chopper pleaded. He quickly changed forms to be able to carry you to the medical area, and Zoro was left alone in the room. His thoughts spiraled as he realized just how badly you were hurt, and it was all his fault. Just when he thought he was getting closer to you, to maybe finally use his words to tell you how he felt, and now he’s gone and ruined it. He didn’t even get to tell you that he didn’t think you were weak.

“Fucking great,” he groaned to himself. “Now they’re never gonna like me.”

You had to stay in the medical area for several days before Chopper would let you leave with crutches. Several of the bones connecting your foot to your leg had broken on the impact of your fall, and it would be a long road to recovery. Usopp visited you to tell you funny stories, Sanji brought you your favorite food, and the others all came to visit and cheer you up, except for Zoro. Just when we were starting to get close, you thought to yourself. He kept his distance, sure of himself that you’d hate him now.

The longer he avoided you, the more you were certain he really did find you weak. Pathetic, you told yourself. I’m weak. He’d never like someone who couldn’t match his strength. When you were finally allowed to hobble around the ship on the crutches Franky built, you made it a mission to avoid Zoro too. The only times you had to interact were at meal times, and even then he’d just grab something and go back to the crow’s nest by himself. The rest of the crew couldn’t help but notice, but, they weren’t sure how to help.

Things came to a head when the Sunny docked at the next island. The crew had decided it might help to assign Zoro to ship guard duty/taking care of you duty, and since you couldn’t get off, maybe you’d get some time to talk things through. However, the both of you protested.

“I don’t need Zoro to look after me, he doesn’t need to bother himself with someone who’s so weak that they’re not worth checking on when they’re hurt!” you spat out. Zoro froze at your words, and it dawned on him that the last thing you said to him was that you thought you were weak. His avoiding you only reaffirmed that in your head, and he never bothered to check in with you or correct you. That explained your avoidance of him, even after you were released from the med bay. Before he could speak to you to finally explain, you had turned and hobbled back inside. “I’m going to go lay down, leave whoever you want on the ship for guard duty, but I’m fine.”

Zoro rushed to follow you, the rest of the crew standing around awkwardly as they tried to figure out what to do. By the time he got to your room, you had already gone inside and locked the door. He could hear you sobbing on the other side. He tentatively knocked, and waited for a response.

“Go away!” you yelled.

“Can we please talk?” he asked.

“No! Just leave me alone,” you sobbed.

He stood there for a moment, not sure how to go about this. He was never good at words, but they were all he had to get through to you now. If he could just say the right ones. “I don’t think you’re weak,” he started.

“What?” you asked in disbelief.

“I said I don’t think you’re weak,” he answered. “I never have. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

The door to the room unlocked, and it opened slowly to reveal your tear stained face. “Then why did you ignore me for nearly two weeks?” you asked. Your voice was barely audible but Zoro clung to every word. “I was sure you thought I was a weakling for getting so hurt just by falling down…”

“I… I don’t know,” he replied nervously. “I couldn’t face you after what I did to you. It’s my fault you’re hurt. I thought you’d blame me.”

“I never blamed you,” you told him softly.

The two of you stood in silence after that, both taking in what was said and both feeling stupid for not saying something sooner. This whole thing could have been avoided with a little more communication. After what felt like an eternity, Zoro couldn’t take it anymore, and he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was passionate and needy, telling everything without the need for words as he pulled you closer to him. You relaxed into his arms, putting your own arms around his neck. When the two of you finally pulled away, neither of you could hide your smiles.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner,” he started. “I’m just-”

“-not good at words?” you finished his sentence. “Yeah, I know. Just try to speak up next time, okay?”

“I’ll try,” he said. Sliding his hand in yours, he helped you hobble back up to the main deck and you both sat together and waited for the rest of the crew to return.

When the rest of the crew got back later, supplies in hand, they found Zoro sitting next to you, one arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and your head resting on his chest as you slept peacefully. His other hand was cradling your face, thumb rubbing your cheek softly, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle as the crew stared on in shock. They waited for an explanation, but he didn’t give one. After all, Zoro never was good with words.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #x reader #roronoa zoro

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rishiguro · 11 months

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

jjk version

SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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babysukiii · 7 months

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fallingforyou (1)

lottie x fem!reader enemies to lovers au <3

// lottie matthew’s does not like you. you’re annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesn’t fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //

i’ll never make it right (if you don’t want me ‘round)

you don’t really know why lottie matthews hates you, but she does. she has since freshman year, and up until senior year, nothing changes. lottie isn’t known for being a mean person… in fact, she’s actually very nice. but for some reason, she just hates you. you don’t really know what you did, or why she treats you like you’re absolute garbage… but she does. you aren’t really the type to beg or try to make someone like you, especially someone popular and rich like charlotte isobel matthews.

you’ve never really been popular at all. your best friend is natalie mary scatorccio, and you’re mostly friends with the ‘nerds’ and ‘dorks’. you’re even friends with a few theater kids. everyone at school knows who you are, but you aren’t really interested in your social status. in fact, sometimes in lottie’s opinion it was almost like you didn’t care at all. you walked around so carefree and unapologetically yourself… lottie for some reason hated that. she hated that while she had to take her meds, and act like someone she’s not; you get to be whoever the hell you want.

today though, everyone around lottie matthews was feeling her wrath. it wasn’t unusual for lottie to be catty, or snappy when someone deserved it, but today it seemed as if the yellowjackets sweeper was angry at everyone and everything. you were steering clear of her since this morning and natalie noticed the way you had been avoiding her as well. it wasn’t unlike you to try and avoid lottie; she was unnecessarily mean and always had a sardonic response to whatever you had to say, but you never avoided natalie.

“jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you today, matthews?” mari asks in frustration after falling right on her ass. lottie had just knocked her out of the way in order to get the ball during practice. mari was currently glaring up at lottie from the grass she had landed on. “get your head in the game, and maybe this wouldn’t be a problem.” lottie responds in a way that everyone recognizes. she’s clearly in a mood and it causes the girls to exchange looks of uncertainty. coach scott blows his whistle as soon as mari stands up.

“alright, that’s enough practice for today. everyone get changed and go home.” he dismisses the girls who all sigh in a bit of relief. as everyone begins to get off the field, tai makes her way up to natalie; jackie not too far behind. “hey, what’s wrong with lot?” tai asks in a whisper, as they all rush into the locker room. “she’s just being an ass because ms. weinstein paired her up with y/n for a chemistry project.” natalie says, and mari groans. “what does that have to do with us??” the raven haired girl complains.

“why can’t she just ask ms. weinstein for a new partner?” jackie asks and natalie smirks, “y/n already tried. i think that’s why lottie’s pissed.” natalie states, and jackie throws her head back and lets out a laugh. “oh wow, that’s a new one. y/n wanting to switch partners? she’s gonna get lottie an easy ‘A’ and lottie’s being a di—“ jackie cuts herself off as soon as lottie begins to walk up to them; a scowl etched onto her face. “you assholes do realize that my locker is right on the other side of yours right? i can hear everything.” the taller girl points out.

you used to always try to talk to her. you’d smile at her, and compliment her outfits. yet she’d always scowl at you or have a clear expression of annoyance, and say something harsh. she noticed you stopped smiling at her in the middle of junior year. this year, you’ve barely even spared her a glance. lottie didn’t even think you realized you were both in ms. weinstein’s class together, but apparently you did. “you’re not the only person who’s unhappy about who you got paired up with. it’s just a few weeks. try not to be such a cunt about it.” natalie says seriously, and lottie rolls her eyes in response.

“i can’t help it if she’s insufferable.” the taller girl mumbles under her breath, causing mari to shake her head and make a face. “she’s insufferable?” mari asks sarcastically as she finishes getting dressed. “i think y/n is nice. she let me copy off all her notes in trig last month.” shauna shrugs as she brushes her in the mirror inside of her locker. “yeah, she remembered my dog had surgery during the summer and she brought me a bag of treats for him when the year started.” akilah pipes up, causing lottie to scoff.

“okay, so she remembered a few things you said, and she let you cheat off her work. who cares? she’s still annoying.” lottie states before swinging her duffle bag over her shoulder and walking out. natalie shakes her head, slamming her locker shut. “i swear if she so much as makes y/n shed a single tear, i’m kicking her ass.” natalie says in a tone so serious, nobody dares question it. though, most of the girls knew how sensitive you were; everyone did. it was only a matter of time before lottie actually did hurt your feelings.

the next day at school, you and lottie have yet to discuss anything about the project. you two haven’t even decided on a topic, and you’ve never been unprepared for a school assignment before. but right now, your pride was too important to you. you didn’t want to be the bigger person and cordially talk to lottie. you’ve tried that; you’ve done nothing but try and be polite or nice. yet all of your efforts have been rewarded with rude comments or bratty behavior. so you were done trying.

“okay i want you all to get into your pairs and talk about the project you should’ve gotten started on yesterday.” ms. weinstein announces, causing you to nearly sink into your chair. you can feel a pair of dark eyes on you, and you look over in lottie’s direction to see her already staring at you. as if she’s waiting for you to make the first move. you internally sigh, realizing that you’re probably going to have to be the bigger person again.

finally, you get up and hesitantly make your way over to the empty seat beside lottie. “hi.” you greet her a bit quietly, and she nods, “hey.” she retorts in a low, uncaring manner. you take a breath, “maybe we could do a study of saponification reactions. it’s just an option, i honestly don’t care what topic we do.” you admit and she nods, thankfully not saying anything rude yet. “we can do that. i don’t care either.” her voice is curt and the answers are short. you nod slowly as you open your notebook to the next blank page, and label it.

lottie notices you use a blue color pen to label it, and then a black one to take actual notes with. you have a whole bunch of colored pens in different colors for your notes, and how prim and proper your writing was seemed to irk her too. then her eyes seem to dance up to your face; the way your brows creased together in slight concentration. your hair was a bit frizzy during this time of day because school was almost over, and lottie could smell your overwhelmingly girly perfume. it smells like vanilla.

“did you want to work on this at your place or mine?” you wonder out loud, the pen never leaving the paper. “yours.” lottie answers way too quickly, but thankfully you don’t say anything about it. you nod, “okay. here’s my address and the number to my landline in my room.” you say as you turn to a new page, and write your phone number and home address down. you tear the page out when your done, and hand it to lottie who says nothing as she takes it.

lottie pauses for a moment, thinking about how much she hates her house. she wonders if maybe you hate yours too. “we could work in the library if you don’t want to work at your place.” the noirette actually sounds considerate as she says this, and you look surprised for just a second, before offering this shy smile that she hadn’t seen directed at her for nearly a year and half now. “it’s okay! i don’t mind working at my place. my little sister practices the violin after school sometimes… but she’ll be quiet if i ask.” you assure her and lottie only nods in response.

“anything else you wanna warn me about?” she inquires a bit sarcastically, and you nod. “my older sister is kind of a bitch.” you say bluntly, taking lottie by surprise. she’s never once heard you curse. at all. you can’t help but laugh lightly at her reaction, “she’s not that bad though…” you trail off before the bell rings, and you immediately start putting your things into your backpack. “wait, when did you wanna start?” lottie questions, and you shrug. “whenever your free after school just come over.” you assure her and she furrows her brows as she stands up.

“but your debate club—” she starts and you cut her off, “i quit last month. i’ll see you later!” you rush out of the room before lottie can say another word. she huffs; this was going to be a horrid few weeks.

#lottie matthews #lottie matthews x fem reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie x reader #yellowjackets #lottie x fem reader angst #lottie matthews x fem reader angst #enemies to lovers #lottie matthews x you #lottie mathews x reader #lottie matthews x y/n

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ilovesjamesbb · 5 months

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Please Don't Leave Me (Part. 5)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Depression, heartbreak

I woke up a week later in the ICU of the med bay. My wrists bandaged and a tube down my throat. Steve was by my bedside. His hand holding mine. He looked tired. I tried to squeeze his hand and his face shot up to mine. I could feel myself falling unconscious again.

I woke up and the tube was gone. I could hear people talking but all I could feel was burning in my chest and all I could think about was Bucky.

“She needs to rest. She needs a psych evaluation before we do anything else” Dr. Cho said.

“Buc-Bucky. Where is Bucky?” I barely got out. My voice was gone.

“Y/n. Oh thank god.” Nat was at my side now.

“I need Bucky. Is he okay?” Nat looked sad at my question.

“Nat what is it? Is he okay-”

“He’s alive. He hasn’t left his room in six days. No one has seen him. He doesn't eat. He doesn't leave his room.” She said softly. That was it. I’m going to him. I pulled on my IV and yanked on my heart monitor.

“Y/n stop. You are going to hurt yourself!” Steve said, trying to push you back on the bed. The heart monitor flatlined. I tried to push him off of me but I was weak.

“I need to see him.” I begged.

“I need him…” I started to cry. The pain in my chest was nothing compared to the feeling in my heart.

“He needs me… why hasn't he come to see me?” The tears started to flow.

“He thought you were going to die. We all did. I can’t begin to describe it…” I waited for him to finish.

“I found you laying in a pool of blood with a knife sticking out of your chest, wrists slit. Bucky standing over you. I knocked him out and carried you to the jet. You weren't breathing. Thor dragged Bucky to the jet. No one could look at him. We thought he killed you he almost did-’

“No he didnt” I said, upset that Steve felt so deeply about seeing me this way.

“Y/n he almost did-”

“No he didn't. I did it to myself.” I said flatly.

“ I couldn’t let him do it. He wouldn’t recover. I tried to kill myself. Now let me see him.” I said. Steve nodded. Nat proceeded to cry and tell me how it felt to see my bloody body laying on the jet floor and Bucky's unconscious one next to me. She thought they lost both of us.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get you some food.” I nodded, grateful she was leaving. This was my chance to get to Bucky's room. It wasn’t far. The elevator was next to the med bay and his room was ten floors and one room over. I just needed to get to the elevator. I stood up on wobbly feet. The pain in my chest was there but bearable. I was definitely on some good pain killers. I slowly made it to the elevator still in my hospital gown and I had to hold onto everything. As soon as I got to the elevator I grabbed on to the railing and pressed Bucky’s floor. Our floor.

I saw drops of blood on the floor but it wasn;t too much. I must have ripped a stitch. I made it to his door and I knocked. No answer. I knocked again and again.

“Steve. Leave.” I kept knocking. Finally he got up and ripped the door open. He went to speak but he stopped when he saw me.

“Not Steve.” I smiled. He didn’t move a look of shock on his face.

“I need to lay down please don’t make me stand here.” He didn’t hesitate scooping me up and laying me gently on the bed.

“You shouldn't be here. You need to rest.” He said concerned.

“Not without seeing you-”

“Why would you want to see me? I did this to you.” He said with his hand over his face.” He looked rough. His eyes were sunken in and his hair was greasy. He obviously hadn't been eating or showering.

“I did this to myself. This was my mistake-’

“How can you say that! I put a knife into your chest. You told me this was a bad idea. I should have listened. I’m a monster. I did this to you-”

“No you didn’t. I did it to myself.” I cried, trying to grab his hand but he shook me off.

“Stop saying that. This wasn’t you fault. How are you defending me-”

“Because I did it. I took that knife and I slit my wrists and then I stabbed myself in the chest.” I said bluntly.

“I did this. Not you. Not anyone else.” There were tears in his eyes.

“I couldn't let them do it to you, James. I couldn’t let you kill me, you wouldn't survive it. I did what was right for both of us. I made peace with my decision.” I said, wiping the tears away. Grabbing his hand and this time he let me.

“You tried ot kill yourself to spare me pain?” I nodded. He started to cry.

“I can’t do this.” He said getting up. His hand left mine.

“Do what?” You said confused.

“Us.” He said composing himself. What?

“What are you talking about? I said it wasn’t your fault. It was mine! We are together, forever. That's all that matters.” You pleaded with him.

“I can’t. I don’t want this. I need you to leave.” You stared at him. Tears in your eyes.

“Jarvis tell Steve to get y/n she's in my room.” I kept crying. A minute later Steve walked in. He looked sad and disappointed. He looked like he pitied me.

“No. I’m not leaving.” You said and you backed up to the headboard of the bed. Bucky backed up his back hitting the wall.

“You need to rest.” He said and he came closer to me.

“No! No!” You screamed. He put his hands under my legs and lifted me. I couldn't really fight back but I cried and cried.

“Bucky don’t do this. I love you. You said you wouldn't leave me.” I begged but Steve started to walk toward the door. I put my hand on my chest hyperventilating. The pain in my chest was like no other. From heartbreak or the stab wound I don't know.

“Please, don’t leave me.” I whispered.

“I’m sorry. I'm so sorry.” I drifted off in Steve’s arms. Drops of blood stained the floor.

“That was the last time I saw him.” You stated.

“Bucky.” Dr. Daley said. You looked at her confused.

“His name. Bucky. You need to say it.” You hadn’t said his name since that night. You couldn’t say it. It haunted you.

‘You didn’t speak for a week, y/n. You cut everyone off. You didn’t leave your bed or eat. That’s not normal behavior-”

“What was I supposed to do?” You countered.

“No, genuinely, what was I supposed to do? Get up and smile and laugh and pretend my world didn’t end? I was supposed to joke and mingle and go back to the way things were? That will never happen.” You said angry. .

“You're supposed to live your life. You survived, you are supposed to live your life.” She said, You could tell that this was the breaking point. This was the test.

“What was I supposed to do when that life is no longer worth living”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #depressing shit #fanfic

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Bloody Lover

18+

Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Smut, Fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, floor sex, chocking, hand job, slight Sub Toji/Dom Toji, slight Dom reader/Sub reader. Toji comes home covered in blood, and you do your best to patch him up.

Your Pov

We was late, very late. This was the usual though as his job required his schedule to be all over the damn place. I couldn't help but worry about him though. He never told me what his job was, but he always came back with cuts and bruises that I would patch up. Suddenly I hear a knocking at my door. I knew exactly who it was, so I got up with a sigh and opened my apartment door.

"Hey there doll," Toji said with a sly smile. Had a boqeut of my favorite flowers in his right hand as his left hand was clutching his side. He was covered in blood and it looked like only some of it was his.

"Hey there, looks like you go the shit beat out of you." I responded letting him through the door. Toji set my flowers on my kitchen counter and then made his way to my couch.

"Hey, look I know that you're injured, but there is no way in hell you're going to sit on my couch!" I proclaimed

"Aww come on, please?" He pleated

"No Toji, shit your ass on the wooden chair." I said enphizing wooden.

"Fine." He said sulking to the chair in the kitchen. He then sat down and as he did, he groaned.

"I'm going to go get the med kit, just hang tight." I assured him

After getting the med kit. I made my way back to Toji who was already convienently shirtless, anticipating me. Even though he was covered in blood, my breath hitched in sexual discomfort. He was a beautiful sight. From his chiseled body to his striking green eyes and jet black unruly hair. He was beautiful and every time I saw him, no matter what the state, he takes my breath away.

I pushed my thoughts away as I walked towards him, pulling out a chair to start patching him up. He winched as I began cleaning his wound I then looked up at him giving a reassuring smile. I knew he could handle the it, but I still never liked seeing him in pain. As I worked on his side, I could feel his eyes on me. He always looked so curious when I patched him up, like it was a foreign thing, even though I've done it thousands of times. As soon as I was done, I placed a water proof bandage on his side, making sure that when he took a bath his wound would be protected.

"Thanks doll, you're probably the only reason I ain't got an infection right now." He complimented looking in my eyes.

"You're welcome, where would you be without me?" I joked going to my hall and putting the med kit back in my closet. "Hey, you can stay here tonight, but you gotta take a bath before you do." I half yelled at him, trying to not wake my neighbors.

"Alright, sweet cheeks I'll take a bath, but only if you bathe me." he said. I turned around only to see Toji standing right in front of me peering down at me.

"Sounds good to me." I said stepping closer to him, brushing my hand against his clothed dick. "I'll meet you in there." I whispered biting his left ear.

As I walked away from my bloody lover, I heard him chuckle at my boldness. Walking to the bathroom, I made a beeline for the tub. As sexy as Toji is, he really stinks right now and I really can't have him stinking up my apartment any longer. I smile at my internal joke and begin running the bath water, making sure it his favorite temperature; hot. I called Toji in he bath and he came walking in fully naked at this point.

"You gonna stare or can I get into the tub already?" He joked putting his hands on his hips. I rolled my eyes at this and gestured him into the bath.

As he sat in my tub that was a little too small for his size. It was funny seeing this large man fit into a bathtub that was even too small for me, but he didn't seem to complain. I then got on my knees and reached behind me grabbing the plastic cup next to the tub. I then placed the cup under the faucet of running water letting it fill up. Then I poured the water over his blood covered body, using my other hand get the dried blood off his body. I then did the same for his hair, letting the blood pour out of his hair. After all the blood was off his body, I un plugged the drain letting the filthy water go down the drain. Once down, I plugged it once more letting clean water fill up the tub. Grabbing the body wash that I keep specifically for Toji, I poured the musky spelling soap onto my hands, I began to wash him. I made sure to wash every part of him. For my own pleasure I spent extra time lathering his chest. His muscles flexed at my touch as I made my way to his neck, which is his sensitive spot and caused him to groan. Then I made my way to this thighs and slowly touched his now erect dick, pumping it slowly.

"You really want to start this, Doll?' Toji questioned as he grabbed my arm gently, which was strange because he was normally rough with me.

"Do you?" I challenged making lustful eye contact with him as I continued stroking his dick.

Toji didn't respond, but I knew his silence meant that he wanted more, needed more. I worked my hand on his tip stroking it faster than I did before. At this he took in a sharp breath and chuckled at my boldness. I then dipped my other hand into the bath water and used it to pump his dick at the bottom. Toji's head threw back in pure estacy, moaning my name in the process. I knew he needed more, but I felt like teasing him a bit. He was late after all and completly covered in blood. I then slowed my pace, which for Toji, was pure agony.

"Don't tease me Doll," He groaned grabbing my throat, not squeezing too hard, but hard enough to make me draw a quick breath.

To this I smiled and stroked even slower, challenging him further. I knew he needed to release, but I wasn't ready for that just yet. I needed him to beg for me. That wasn't an easy task and yet I was ready for the challenge.

"Beg and I'll go faster and let you cum, pretty boy." I cooed looking his directly in his beautiful forest green eyes.

"Hell no, you know I don't beg doll, but you've been so good to me tonight so maybe I'll play along with your little game." He said with a sly grin on his scarred lips.

"Or maybe you're just too embarashed to admit you need to cum and I won't let you until I get what I want." I said condfidently. This little act of his lasted for about another ten minutes. At this point both of his hands were gripping the tub. His muscles flexed due to his sexual frustration, caused by his pouting. I was still pumping his hard dick slowly never going faster than this pace. My arms were getting tired, but I did not want to give in and neither did he. A few moments later I heard his cute whimpers and I knew he was getting close to giving in.

"Oh fuck Doll, just get it over with." he loudly groaned sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Beg." I commanded

"Fuck it, please make me cum, Y/N." He moaned gritting his teeth.

"Beg more." I said which caused him to whimper.

"Please baby, please! Make me cum!" he exclamimed.

"Good boy." I cooded.

My hands pumped him quicker, stroking his tip as fast my hand could allow and the rest just as fast. His head shot back and his moans were loud. My name became a prayer on his lips as he sang it with pure sexual satisfaction. Soon enough he let out one last loud moan cuming in the tub.

"Good job, baby." I teased smiling wide.

"Shut up." he whispered in defeat

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I questioned standing up and stretching out my knees and back from being in that position for longer that I would've liked.

"Heh, well let's see how you like it." He said and like lightning, he got out of the tub still soaking, picked me up in his arms walking into the bedroom. Toji then set me down on my floor ripping off my clothes with his inhuman strength. I gasped at as the cold air touched my skin after being in the humid bathroom.

"Toji, why are we on the floor?" I questioned, looking into his eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Heh, I wouldn't want to get your pretty sheets wet." He responded as his lips made there way to my neck.

I moaned as something we both have in common, is that our necks are our weak points. He began sucking and biting my next with such passion that my knees felt weak and heat pooled down to my core. His hand made its way to my cunt, rubbing my clit slowly as that's the way I liked it. This man knew my body like no other before him. He then trailed down my now wet body leaving kisses and marks, worshipping my body. His tongue replaced his fingers as he started licking me. His hands then made their way to my nipples, pinching them causing my back to arch and a loud moan leave my lips. I felt him laugh into my cunt licking even slower that he did before. I knew what he was doing, and being on the receiving end of this sexual torture. But like him, I'm not giving up so easily.

"You gonna beg, sweetheart." He cooed into my cunt

"N-no." I cried out.

"You better beg or you ain't gonna cum tonight, Doll." he mumbled with his face still buried in my cunt. After awhile longer I couldn't handle it, I needed to cum.

"Please, Toji I need to cum. Please!" I begged

"I need you to do better than that." He groaned

"Please I need it Toji, make me cum!" I moaned

"Alright sweet heart, don't cha worry I'll take care are of you." He cooed lapping my cunt faster, pinching my nipples harder. I felt myself reaching my peak. Toji's name coming out of my mouth in sexual desire. My climax kept building and building and then finally I snapped, reaching my peak.

"Oh fuck Toji!" I screamed squeezing his head between my thighs.

I didn't even have time to come down from my high when I felt Toji's hands grip my thighs with so much force I was sure I'd find burses on them in the morning. He growled pumping his cock and lining it up with my cunt. "You on birth control, sweet girl?" Toji asked peering down at me with a smirk.

"You know I am, dummy." I laughed

"Just makin sure." He responded

Toji gave me no warning as he slid his dick into me. I gasped at his sudden move. My nails scratched his back which made me groan. His pace was fast and his hand gripped my throat making tears burn in my face. I chocked a moan at this and be looked down at me with a wicked smile. His dick stretched my walls hitting my cervix with his brutal strength.

"You feel good, Doll." He Groaned taking his hand off my neck.

"Oh f-fuck yes." I whined

"Good girl, you gunna make me cum, yeah." he moaned

"Toji please, I'm gonna cum again." I moaned

"Me too sweet girl, me too." He groaned in my ear as one of his hands made its way to my clit rubbing circles on my clit.

"Toji baby, I'm-" I screamed not finishing my snetence as my climax reached its peak once again. Toji then quicken his pace once more just as he reached his climax as well.

"Oh fuck, Doll." He moaned coming down from his high.

We both laid there basking in the after glow of sex. His eyes never left mine and his scarred lips pressed down on mine gently. I touched his cheek with my hand pulling him closer to me, wanting to connect with him even more than I just did. After we broke the kiss, our noses brushed against each other breathing heavily with loving smiles on our faces.

"I love you, Doll." Toji proclaimed. This sudden confession left me wide eyed, but another even bigger smile graced my features.

"I love you too, Toji." I whispered back wrapping my hand around his neck making our lips touch once more.

"Come on sweet girl lets get you cleaned up." He said standing up and picking me up off the floor, heading to the bathroom.

He washed me the same way I did about an hour ago. His hands are calloused, but his touch was so light. And even in the warm water I had goosebumps. I truly did love this man even though he smelled and randomly came to my apartment covered in blood. And I never knew when he was coming back. He made me feel like no other and I knew I would do anything to feel this way always.

"How does my girl feel?' He questioned lifting my chin up so that I could look at him.

"I feel good, love, thank you." I said with content smile

"Anything for you, Doll." Toji whispered looking at me with love filled eyes.

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The Protective Archer | KB

Summary: Your big sister is very protective of you, although sometimes it suffocates you

Request: Hi can I request a kate bishop having an autistic sister and she is protective of her?

Word Count: 1k

Warnings/Content: Autistic Reader / Medication / Shouting / Small Fight

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“I don’t think so Stark” Kate said as she quickly swiped the glass of whisky from Tony’s hand. “Katy come on” you whined as you pulled back your outstretched arm. “You can’t drink on your meds y/n” your sister sighed. You loved your big sister, she was your best friend but sometimes she took her protective role a little too seriously. The team were celebrating a month long streak of successful missions, Tony called for a big get together and had sent Happy out with his credit card for some drinks. Unfortunately this party had fallen at the same time you were transitioning to a new medication to help your irritability, along with the other symptoms caused by your autism.

You were just 5 years old when you were diagnosed with autism. You were running circles around your entire family before they got the professionals involved, the was a communal sigh of relief when your outbursts were finally explained. You coped well during elementary school, the other kids didn’t think you were any different to them but when you got to high school it was a whole other story. Your differences were quickly pointed out by your peers and soon the most popular gang of bullies had picked you as their new target. You kept quiet out of fear until you were walking home with your sister one day. Kate stepped into a local store to grab a few groceries when the girl gang spotted you across the street. When she returned, one of the girls had you pinned against the wall while another dumped out the contents of your bag into a large puddle. Immediately, Kate ran to your defence, ridding the gang with a quick kick in the stomach to their leader. From that day on, your sister swore to protect you before anything else.

You rolled your eyes at Kate’s words “I know, I read the dos and donts of autism tranquillisers” you gritted at your sister. She shot her angry eyes at you with a raised eyebrow “fine” you sighed “just because I can’t drink doesn’t mean I can’t have fun” you said as you stood up “I’m gonna go catch up with Natasha” you smiled as you pulled at your low cut top. “Not dressed like that you’re not” Kate said as she ran up behind you, pulling at your skirt to lower it. “What the fuck Kate! Get off me!” You shouted as you turned to face your sister, using your strength to push her back. She swung back at you with her own shove before Clint intervened. “Alright break it up, we don’t need another cat fight!” He yelled as he held you back. The two of you had been at each others throats lately, the tension had been felt throughout the compound. “She started it!” You shouted as you shrugged out of Clint’s hold “I’m just looking out for you y/n!” Kate said. “God I got rid of one crazy mother and just ended up with another one!” You said as you pushed past the archers.

Kate stood in shock at your words, avoiding the wandering eyes of her fellow avengers. “Kate” Clint muttered. “Don’t Clint” she said as she turned her back to him. “I was just gonna ask if you’re alright, y/n shouldn’t have said that” Clint said as he placed a comforting hand on Kate’s shoulder “it’s just the meds” she whispered. “Even so she has to right to speak to you that way, autism or not she’s rude” Clint said. “Shut your mouth!” Kate gritted as she turned to face her fellow archer “if you’ll excuse me I have to go and see my sister, because autism or not that’s what she is” Kate said before stomping through your exact steps as she left to find you. Clint sighed, yet smiled at your sister’s likeness to you.

Late crept up to your door silently “y/n” she said as she gently knocked on the wood. Your lack of answer worried her so she pushed the door open to reveal your darkened bedroom. “I didn’t say you could come in” your shaky voice came from beneath the pile of blankets on your bed. “Do you want me to go?” Your sister asked “no” you whispered. You pulled yourself from your cocoon of fabric and looked up at the brunette standing in your doorway. “I’m sorry” you whimpered “no I’m sorry” Kate said as she ran to sit by your side. She wrapped her arms around you and held you close “I know I can be a bit much sometimes, it’s just because I love you y/n” she said. “I know” you whispered “but I’m not 12 anymore Katy” you said as you inhaled her familiar scent. “And you’re not mom either” you shyly spoke after a moment of silence.

Kate thought hard on your words, adjusting herself so she was cradling your head. “I think that sometimes I wish I was” she said “I mean we both know what mom’s like, she wants us to be successful but I want us to be happy. Sometimes when I look at you, I see those girls holding you down while the rest of them kicked the shit out of you, and it makes me so angry. It’s my job as your big sister to protect you, and I failed” she finished with a slight whimper. “You didn’t fail Katy” you said as you sat up to look at your sister “and you don’t have anything to make up for” you smiled warmly, finally figuring out what was going on. “I just love you so much” Kate said as a year slowly escaped her eye. “I love you too” you said as you hugged her tightly “but you gotta let go a little” you said. The archer laughed as she sat back “you’re little, but you’re wise. I’m still pissed at that outfit though” she laughed. “Shut up” you giggled as you rolled your eyes, leaning back into to hug your big sister for the rest of the night.

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A/N: This request was so cute I hope I did it justice

- Astara Bell

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Make me hate Boston

Regina George x Janis ‘Imi’ike(+ little sister reader)

Warnings: coarse language, angst, mentions to sex, fluff

“How'd you make me hate Boston? It's not its fault that you don't love me.” Part 3 of 3.

“What?”

“I asked if you talked to y/n recently?”

Janis puts down her paintbrush, “Oh. Sorry I nearly dropped the brushes so I couldn’t hear you over the clatter.”

Regina sat down at the kitchen table, “I haven’t been able to get her to call me back or even text me back for like, 2 days.”

“To answer your question, yeah.”

“When?” Regina’s eyes widened a little, hands holding onto a coffee-filled mug.

“Today’s Friday, so…uh, Tuesday?”

“Tuesday?”

“I’ll try to text her again, though.” Janis reached for her phone in her pocket, immediately texting you.

“At first I thought she was just busy with schoolwork, but no.” Regina continued.

“Why do you say that?” Janis asked, the worry growing.

“Her reposts. They’re few and far, but she’s obviously going through something.” Regina picked at her nails nervously, “shit.”

“We just talked to her two weeks ago about Th— oh, fuck.” Janis had a thought creep into her head. “I’m getting Damian to go over there to check on her.”

“What’s going on?”

“My gut is telling me it’s got something to do with Thea.” Janis revealed.

“Thea?” Regina’s voice went a little louder, “What the hell do you know that I don’t, Janis?”

Janis sets her phone down after shooting Damian a text. “After she went out with Thea on that Friday after school, they went out again the next day for brunch.”

“And?”

“Please don’t tell her I told you this.”

“Just spit it out, Jan. Come on.”

“It suddenly came up in their conversation that Thea’s parents were not home and that they should hook up. Based on what I know, they talked it out first then what happened was they did make out. When Thea tried to go further, y/n wasn’t ready and stopped her. She listened, but y/n went home right after that. I only knew because that night, she couldn’t sleep and she called me, you were already asleep because you took your pain meds.”

“So she seemed okay then? When you two talked?”

“She did, but then I haven’t heard from her since. She’s been posting on Instagram so nothing seemed too off, Reg.”

“Let’s hope Damian replies soon.”

“Yeah—” Janis bites back a sigh. Her phone buzzed, “Okay, Damian’s on his way.”

“Mom’s out of town too, how convenient.” Regina sighs, pinching her temple. “Girl’s trip with her friends. She won’t be back until next week.”

Janis reached over to hold onto Regina’s hand, “One step at a time. Damian will update us once he’s there.”

“It’s been going on since before mom went on the trip. Why didn’t mom say anything? Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Maybe she didn’t pay as much attention as we thought she’d be.” Janis frowned.

Meanwhile, you heard a string of very urgent knocks at your door, causing you to roll out of bed and answer it since you were the only one home. You saw through your window that it was Damian.

“Oh, thank God.” Damian heaved a sigh, hand clutching at his chest, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, squinting at him confused.

He walked inside, you shut the front door and locked it. “Are you doing okay? Honestly I’ve been very worried. I was gonna come down here to talk to you even if your sister and Janis didn’t ask.”

“That depends.” You scoffed, sitting down on the couch, “I’m alive. But it feels like I’ve been going crazy over someone that I thought I could trust, that I thought actually liked me, that was a good person.”

“Okay, talk to me.”

“I went on a date…thing with this girl at school like two Fridays ago. That was great, it felt right. Then the next day she asked me out to brunch— I agreed because the first ‘date’ went well so it couldn’t have been that bad. Anyway, it went south when she outright asked if we could…hook up because no one was home.” You explained to him while fiddling with your fingers nervously, “We did talk about that, and I did wind up going over. I wanted to. But we only went as far as making out, because when she tried to initiate more, I decided to tell her to stop because I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. She was okay with that, I went to the bathroom and proceeded to freak out for a good minute before deciding to go home because there was no way I could continue being around her without the anxiety that day. Late that night, I called Janis to talk to her about this because it was weighing down on my mind. All was fine, the girl, well, Thea— she texted me to check on me. But then when I got back to school on Monday…”

Damian saw how tense you were, “Hey, it’s chill. Don’t rush it, I’ve got time.”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath as your eyes closed for a beat, “Monday, people were laughing at me. I heard my name come out of their mouths— clearly. Then I heard what they were saying. Apparently they found out that I ‘chickened out and ran away from Thea’s house that afternoon’.”

“Bitch.” He gasped, startling you. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Anyway I saw Thea, she was talking to me like usual. I was going to ask her about…y’know, the gossiping but I didn’t. She then asked me to this party that night. Again, started out okay, but then I lost her. And found her— screwing someone in the bathroom.”

“I’m— what?” Damian’s mouth hung open, utterly shocked.

“She saw me, and wasn’t even shocked, or sorry. In fact, they continued.” You licked your lips, swallowing thickly, “I went home, screamed into a pillow and just fell asleep. When I woke up, she was at my front door saying that she didn’t mean to uh, do that with that person. Saying that she was tipsy and she only did it because I wasn’t ready but she really needed relief? I mean, I just—”

Damian wrapped his arm around you, “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

“I yelled at her for that. We fought, then it came out that she started that rumour. She’d told the guy she was fooling around with, then he told people.” You continued as a tear slipped down your face, “That’s not all, she’d already been dating that guy that I saw her with. I never mattered to her, I was just someone she wanted to— fuck for the sake of trying it with a girl.”

“Girl, I’m gonna throw hands, where does that bitch live?”

“Forget it, I just need to ride it through.” You stopped him, “I never should’ve agreed to that. I should’ve just focused on my own life instead of trying to get to know someone and want them to be a part of my life. I knew it was too good to be true but I let my crush on her decide for me.”

“Having feelings is complicated.” He nodded, “Just ‘cause this didn’t work out, doesn’t mean there ain’t someone out there for you, you know? You’ve got a long life ahead of you, there are still so many people that you don’t even know you’d meet yet.”

You stayed silent for a minute but nodded, “Thanks.”

“Always.” He hugs you.

“I can’t even apply to the schools I want to because all those she’s applying to, are the ones I’m planning to apply to.”

“Honey, apply anyway. You deserve the chance as much as anyone else who’s qualified. Don’t let her hold you back. Who knows? You might get in and she wouldn’t.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t control me. The future’s in my hands.”

“Out of curiosity, where are you applying to?””

“UMass Boston, NYU, Carnegie Mellon. The rest are safety schools. I really want to go to UMass Boston— I think Boston could be good for me, and it’s near Regina.” You answered, “Hey, you want something to drink?”

“Honey.” Damian held onto your wrist as you tried to stand up from the couch, “Look at me, are you okay?”

“I’m not in a very good mood if that’s what you’re asking.” You shrug, “Look, if you don’t want a drink, I’m thirsty. I need one. Would you let me go, Damian? I’m just gonna be right there.”

“Alright.” He responded quietly, “Sorry.”

He hung around for a few hours, watching TV with you and just making you laugh so hard you forgot what you were even troubled about. You also replied to Janis and your sister, letting them know how you were doing and telling them the whole situation through text messages to avoid more crying. They were shocked but Regina especially, was so mad at Thea. This was typical of your sister— for her to be this protective of you. And as much as you knew shit like this? The heartbreak? Was a part of life and being human, it was a crazy thing to actually be going through. You were trusting that with time, you would get back on your feet again and move forward.

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“Imma make you dinner.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late already.” You gasped when you saw that it was almost 6:30 in the evening.

“You gotta stop apologising. We’re have a good time, I was just home alone anyway. It was boring, but now I’ve got company.” Damian nudged you playfully. “You wanna cook together or do you just wanna chill here?”

“Let’s cook.” You shrug, smiling a little.

He went to your kitchen to check what you had, “Okay, we’re just gonna pop by the grocery store real quick to get some things then we’ll be right back.”

He managed to get you out of the house— willingly. Damian didn’t even have to persuade you. You actually just followed him out right away.

“You want some ice cream?” He asks, stopping in front of the freezer, “Yeah, you deserve some.”

He tossed two tubs of Dreyer’s cookies & cream ice cream into the cart along with the rest of the ingredients and snacks he wanted and needed.

“Stop.” You pulled the cart back.

“What’s up?”

“That’s her sister. Thea’s sister, Phoebe.”

“Working the checkout?” He followed your gaze.

You nodded, sighing inevitably.

“We’ll go to the other one.” You pulled you away from that lane.

After that little hiccup at the store, you guys were back at your place again and he immediately got down to business in the kitchen. You helped out wherever you could, but he worked pretty fast because before you knew it, Damian had popped the dish into the oven.

“Now we have some snacks and continue that movie while we wait.” Damian hands you a bag of Skittles that you bought and opened up the box of Goobers he got.

You turned the TV back on and pressed play on the movie to let it resume.

“Mac and cheese. Always makes me feel better.” He quips.

“It smells amazing, Damian.” You remarked.

“It better.” He laughs, “That’s my family’s recipe.”

“It does, I’m sure it’ll taste just as amazing too.” You chuckled over your words, popping a handful of the candy into your mouth.

A bit later, while you were helping Damian set the table, your phone rang. “One sec.” You said, grabbing your phone from the couch.

“Hi, Reg.” You answered.

“Wanted to check in on you, baby.” She says, “How you feelin’?”

“Well, I was in a shitty mood but Damian’s been hanging out with me. Made me laugh until my stomach hurt. I’m doing better now. It’s gonna take some time, but right now, it’s as good as it can be.” You admit.

“That’s good to hear. We’ll always be here no matter what time of day it is. Hm? Please eat, and stay hydrated. Okay?”

“Okay, I promise. I'll take care of myself. You too, Reg.” You smiled, it was nice to finally hear her voice after some time.

“I promise too. You have my word— you two silly gooses have fun. Good night, baby.”

“Night, G.” You bit back a laugh at the nickname.

“Alrighty, let’s eat.” Damian gestured for you to return to the table.

“Yep.” You nodded, “Let’s. Oh holy shit, that looks incredible.”

“Why, thanks.” He grinned, “Okay. Eat. I don’t want your sister to kill me for not taking care of you.”

“Mind you, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

He gasped dramatically, “You know what I mean.”

You sat down opposite him, “I do. And thank you, for coming all the way here to make sure I was okay. And everything you’ve done with me today. I really appreciate it. And you. I’m really glad we got to hang out together today.”

“Hey, we’re friends, aren’t we? That’s what friends are for, y/n. You’re so welcome.” Damian smiled, “Also, with summer coming up, let’s go to New York, how’s that? You get to surprise your sister, I get to see my best friend.”

“It’s on.” You agreed,

Eventually, he had to go home. But you were okay. He knew it, so he wasn’t worried like he was before. “Now you, go get some good sleep.” He hugs you, “I’ll see you again soon, hun.”

“Good night, Damian.” You hugged him back.

“Text me, or call me— whatever you prefer. Wanna talk about something or if you’re just bored, I’m here.”

“I know, thank you.” You smiled, swallowing your tears.

“Don’t cry.” He looked at you, “Okay, you know what? Cry if you need to, it helps you release those feelings. Feel what you gotta feel, dry those tears, drink some camomile and go to sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

“See you, Damian.” You hugged him again, not wanting to say anything else for fear of crying in front of him again.

You watch him leave before shutting and locking the front door. With that, you got upstairs, took a shower (while having a good cry), then changed into your favourite pyjamas— all ready for a good night’s sleep. But first, you had a cup of camomile tea and did some reading before turning in.

If your current situation was teaching you anything, it’d be that, if they wanted to, they would. Damian did not have to come all the way over here to spend any time with you— you two weren’t even that close of friends before what happened today. But you knew it in your heart that he was one of the best people you knew. One of the best people you had in your life that would always be there for you no matter what. You were going through a tough time now but you were still taking care of yourself—just that it has been a little difficult too because you were heartbroken and feelings a lot of other emotions all at once. So you went easy on yourself and just did what you could.

Despite what other people had to say about your mom, one thing she did do right was to teach you and Regina— never keep those who don’t care about you in your lives. So you knew, you would be okay. You knew eventually, Thea would just be a part of your history, your distant memories. But right now, you were taking it one day at a time and trusting that time would heal, why? Because you had your people. The best little family you could ever have.

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searchingforplanes · 4 months

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Lay, lady, lay

WC: 1.6k

Notes: Ancient fluffy-ish blurb from my google docs. Just a simple Sunday morning crumb.

TW: typos, curse words?, mention of pills?, me being repetitive and using song lyrics as endings and titles because I don't own one single ounce of creativity nor talent

‘Matty, can you grab my meds for me, please?’

You scrunch your nose at the sound of your groggy morning voice, cursing the pollen that’s been filling the newly warm spring air and, consequently, blocking your sinuses and keeping you awake all night.

Fucking allergies.

Your boyfriend just hums in response on the other side of the bed, eyes glued to his phone while he numbly scrolls away, barely registering that you’re talking to him. You turn your head to take a better look at him: sleepy eyes, messy ringlets, pouty lips, long sideburns and, dulcis in fundo, his slightly hairy chest peeking out from the duvet.

If your relationship was happening in a fairytale, despite gender stereotypes, right now you would be the evil ogre and him the princess in distress kept captive in your tower, guarded by dragons and whatnot. You don’t even need a mirror to confirm your theory, sleeping beauty by your side looking like a proper snack at eight in the morning while you feel like a truck just ran you over. Prince charming, in this case, must be the sun: the same soft rays that are burning your retinas seem to only caress him in a shower of light, gently tracing the slope of his nose and making his glossy curls glimmer.

You grunt, turning to lay on your tummy and firmly planting your face on your pillow, praying for it to swallow you and keep you there, in the valley of soft feathers and comforters or wherever pillows come from.

The fact that you're thinking about fantasy worlds for the second time in a row since you’ve woken up it’s a clear indicator of how bad of a few hours of sleep you got and how you have a whole lot of creative dreaming to catch up on. You need meds.

Matty’s weak attention span has already faded when you try to gently nudge his leg with your feet, startling him. He turns to finally look at you, putting his phone on the nightstand.

‘Are you trying to suffocate yourself?’ The smirk he’s so obviously sporting makes you want to slap him right across the face. You raise your head just slightly to try and set him on fire with your glance, but the result is poor: Matty full on laugh at the sight of your tired eyes, failing at your attempt to appear threatening. You let your head fall back on the pillow in defeat, mumbling about how bad of a boyfriend he is.

‘Aw baby, don’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault you’re just adorable with that red nose of yours. Did you escape from Santa Claus’ barn? ’

That was the ultimate dick move. Realising you’re not in the mood for jokes he tries to apologise, scooting towards your side of the bed to envelope you, but you keep your distance, sliding blindly to the edge of the mattress, as far away from him as possible.

Until you feel nothing underneath you.

You land on the floor with a thud almost as loud as to grant you a knock on the door from your angry neighbours, but the sound of your failure is soon replaced by the grunts of your boyfriend who’s apparently trying really hard to stop himself from laughing at you.

Dickhead.

While you wait for him to come and rescue you, because of course he has to laugh in your face just for a moment longer, you start plotting your revenge. Maybe you should just grab one of his ankles and sweep him off his feet, but then again, who’s gonna pick you up with his dead weight upon you? The plan is unviable.

He crouches beside your limp body before you can even attempt to find a plan B, looking down at you with a faint smile until he decides that the time for pity has finally come. He circles your torso with his arms, raising you from the ground until you’re flush against him and your hands are gripping his neck. He then pats the sides of your thighs, inviting you to place them on his hips and you oblige, defeated, the pain in your back overpowering the need to ignore him. For now, at least.

Comfortable in his arms, you decide to nuzzle against his neck, ignoring the destination of this little walk until the cold marble of the kitchen counter bites the naked skin of your legs. He has strategically placed you between the kettle and the fridge, you notice, the perfect spot to smooch you in between the steps of preparing breakfast. He does this often, especially when in trouble and desperate for your forgiveness. The bastard knows how to make you soft.

You accept the first sweet kiss to your nose with a grunt, involuntarily starting to warm up to him. He then starts the little routine of his, walking between the two appliances an unnecessary amount of times, purposefully avoiding multitasking to kiss you over and over.

He fills up the kettle, smooch. He takes the butter out of the fridge, smooch. He reaches for two mugs in the cupboard above the steaming appliance, smooch. He goes back to retrieve the milk, smooch.

And then his absolute favourite: toast. He grins like a kid walking back to you with the slices of bread in his hands and you roll his eyes, but you let him have his moment.

‘May I?’

You barely nod, his arms reaching behind your back to place the slices inside the toaster, which is conveniently located behind your back. His torso leans over you in the action, one hand, now empty, coming to your waist while the other turns the lever to the highest setting, just to make sure he has time to get his way with you before having to return to chef duty.

He smirks before crushing his lips on yours, forceful and bold, his other hand coming around and gripping the thin material of your shirt over your ribcage. He tries to deepen the kiss, his tongue coming out to graze at your lower lip but you physically have to push him off you. Before Matty can even ask what’s wrong you break into a fit of coughs, and it’s like a lightbulb switches on over his head. He places his hands on the counter on either side of your legs and looks at you sweetly.

‘You out of breath already? Did the allergies get to you?’

You mumble in affirmation, your throat too sore to try and speak and curse him out for his lack of attention before. The toaster goes off, triggering Matty to finish his little routine, buttering the toast and tossing the teabags before placing the meal on the kitchen island.

‘Go eat, I’ll take your pills’

You oblige, watching your boyfriend’s boxer-cladded rear make his way to the master bedroom. You munch on breakfast while listening to the screeching sound of the bathroom drawers being opened and almost certainly getting messed up with Matty’s frantic research.

He returns a couple minutes later with a triumphant look on his face, swinging the blister pack in the air like a trophy.

‘Open up’

You stick your tongue out and he places the medicine on your tongue, letting it dissolve until the bitter taste fills up your mouth. You take the glass of water Matty slides over to you, raising the corners of your lips in an appreciative smile. He smiles right back and as best as he can, considering he’s stuffed his mouth like a squirrel to catch up with you on his toast.

‘Can we go back to bed after this? I don’t think I can manage my eyelids being open for much more’

He grins at this, swallowing hard and reaching for his tea to down it as fast as possible, the prospect of spending the cosy sunday morning under the duvet with you much more appealing than any other plan. So much so that he almost burns his tongue with the hot liquid, eager to answer you.

‘I’m all yours, darling’

And he is. A perfect Adonis draped on the pillows, still half naked, with burning hot skin that smells like sandalwood, all yours, trapped under the weight of your head on his bare chest. Your ear is pressed against his ribcage, listening to the rhythm of his heart, a deep, constant beat that sounds like it was pulled out from one of his songs.

‘I’m sorry for earlier, I was kind of a douche’ Matty whispers mere centimetres from your ear.

‘You were, but you can make up for it’

He wiggles a bit under the covers, impatient to hear your request.

‘Stay still and sing me to sleep, will you?’ You stifle a yawn right after and you flutter your eyelids close. Finally, your breathing evens out.

‘Sure thing, princess. Any requests?’’

‘Blue sunday’ You answer. It’s an unintelligible mumble, but he knows you too well to not expect it.

So he begins to card his fingers in your hair, alternating scratching at your scalp with tracings of your neck. His voice breaks the silence in the sweetest melody:

I found my own true love was

On a blue Sunday

She looked at me and told me

I was the only

One in the world

Now I have found my girl

My girl awaits for me in tender time

My girl is mine

She is the world

She is my girl

His arms tighten around you as the lyrics reach the end. Content floods your body, you can finally sleep peacefully.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 1 year

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Nine

Warnings: flirting, nerves, a tiny bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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“Good morning, Captain. How is my favourite patient today?” Y/N said as she walked into Dean’s room.

“I bet you say that to everyone in here, sweetheart!” Dean chuckled, and she giggled in response.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Bobby smiled as he stood to leave the room and gave them privacy - he hoped to talk, but he knew that wouldn’t happen while Dean was still a patient. Something about not dating patients or some bullshit.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean said, and Bobby nodded with a wink.

“What’s the latest, nurse?” Dean smirked at her, thinking–not for the first time–how beautiful she looked in her purple scrubs.

“Well, everything looks great, and your pain is manageable with over-the-counter meds now, so doc’s gonna bust you outta here today,” Y/N’s heart melted a little at the smile that lit up his entire face, making all the wariness leave him. She swore he looked ten years younger without stress and pain wrinkling his brow.

“Are you serious, Y/N/N?” Dean asked, and she nodded in amusement. “Well, Princess, that has got to be the best news I’ve had all week!”

“I’ll be glad to see you discharged,” she smiled softly as he tilted his head in hurt confusion. “It means you’ve healed, Dean. It means I’ve done my job, and you get to go home,” she giggled again as that bright smile broke out across his features.

“Have dinner with me?” Dean blurted out, and she bit her lip shyly.

“You’re supposed to be resting and taking it easy, De. You may be getting out of here, but your ribs still haven’t fully healed yet,” she tried to talk sense, but her resolve was failing the bigger his smirk got. That damn smirk would make her commit murder if he asked her.

“Well, the way I see it… I gotta eat… you gotta eat… why not eat together?”

“Dean…”

“Come on, Princess,” he said, and she swore if he brought out those damn puppy dog eyes… “I’m hardly able to cook you a three-course meal,” he chuckled as he gestured to himself. “But we do need to talk, and I’d like to do that sooner rather than later.

“I’ll order pizza from Gino’s and write down my address and phone number. Open invitation. Come if you want, or don’t. We need to talk, though, so if it’s not tonight, name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” Dean’s eyes were pleading with her, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, and he sighed in annoyance.

“Captain Winchester,” Dr Clark greeted cheerfully. “What do ya say we get you out of here today?”

“That’d be awesome, Doc,” Dean responded with a smile, but Y/N noticed it’d lost some of its happiness.

His eyes never left her as the doctor gave Dean her instructions for him to take it easy for another few weeks, and Y/N felt all her resolve disappear.

“Alright, that’s everything from me. I’ll leave you in Nurse Singer’s capable hands. Take care of yourself, and take it easy for a few more weeks,” Dr Clark said as she handed Y/N his discharge papers and pain meds.

“Thanks, Doc,” Dean smiled tightly, and the doctor nodded and excused herself.

“Y/N-” he began to speak as soon as the door closed, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“Yes,” she grinned.

“Yes?” Dean repeated in shock.

“Yes. I’ll come over for dinner,” Y/N explained, and Dean didn’t think he could smile bigger. “On one condition.”

“Name it, Princess,” he answered immediately.

“I’ll cook for us,” Y/N insisted.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” he argued.

“Okay, first, you’re not asking. I’m offering. And second, you’ve been eating shitty hospital food for a week. You need a proper meal, De. I get off at four today. I’ll head home, get changed, go to the store, and then come over. Good?” The tone in her voice left Dean absolutely no room to argue back.

“Good. Looking forward to it,” Dean winked, and she smirked back at him.

“I’ll take this to the pharmacy and put your papers at the desk. Do you need some help getting dressed, or will you manage on your own?”

“You offering, sweetheart?” he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively and laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll call Ash in to help if you don’t behave!” she laughed loudly at Dean’s mock look of horror.

“Thought so, handsome!” she winked as she turned to leave the room.

Y/N’s shift was finally over; this was the first time since starting here that she was grateful to finish on time. It seemed to be an unwritten rule at Memorial for the nurses to come in a half hour early for a full handover of patients and to take over any emergencies for those about to finish to get home on time.

She also noticed how everyone was happy to cover for everyone else; Jess came in early one day last week to allow Missouri Moseley time to go home and get ready for her son’s birthday party. Not to mention, Kevin Tran had stayed on for two hours this morning, allowing Jess to take her time at her antenatal appointment.

Seeing a family dynamic amongst the nursing staff with no hint of tit-for-tat attached to favours was refreshing. What surprised Y/N most was that no one noted what hours they covered and for whom. If this were Chicago, a whiteboard in the nurse’s break room would be filled with I.O.U notes.

Once she got home, she went straight for a shower, beyond grateful Jody had allowed her to replace and decorate however she wanted. Her nerves about going to talk to Dean had made her more nervous than she’d ever been, to the point that the tension in her shoulders was bringing her pain. Boy, did she need the pressure from the power shower she’d installed beating down on her right now!

Dressing in dark jeans, a white shirt and brown ankle boots, Y/N blow-dried her hair and tossed it into a messy bun. She scolded herself for thinking far too long about how much makeup to put on. When she was working, it was easier and much more practical to be bare-faced, but this was… well, she wasn’t sure what this was and finally settled on a light coat of foundation and some mascara.

She’d been on edge all day, and her emotions were everywhere. The scenarios of how tonight would go had been running through her mind since telling Dean she’d come over for tonight. Could they be friends? Could they try to be together again? Did he even want her to stay? Fuck, did he want anything with her?

Sure, he’d flirted with her in the hospital, but it was Dean fucking Winchester. He flirted with everyone with breasts, so that wasn’t anything to go on. Y/N knew she would have to play her cards close to her chest until she could figure out what was going on in his mind about her being back.

Checking her reflection for the last time, Y/N grabbed her purse, checked that she had everything she’d need for the evening and threw on her jacket. She left the apartment and quickly locked up before the doubts could creep in further, and she just called this whole thing off.

Pulling up next to the curb, Y/N couldn’t help her wide smile seeing the Impala parked in the driveway. John always promised to hand it over to Dean on his eighteenth birthday, and she desperately wished she could’ve been there to see it.

Killing the engine, she took a few deep breaths to calm her frazzled nerves and steady her composure. Once she felt more centred, she threw her purse over her shoulder and exited the car. Opening the trunk, she grabbed the groceries, and after one final deep breath, she walked up the path.

It was a beautiful house and looked to have at least three bedrooms on the second floor. The white picket fence looked freshly painted, and the lawn was neatly mown. She saw wicker furniture and a swing on the well-maintained porch. She thought the only thing that could make Dean’s house more inviting would be some colourful plants and flowers or some window boxes.

Y/N rang the doorbell and stepped back, turning around to take in the neighbourhood. Dean had done well for himself settling here. It was the kind of place he used to tell her about–his dream home–and that made her happier than she’d been in a long time.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice broke her from her thoughts, and she spun on her heel to face him, a content smile still gracing her face.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the neighbourhood,” Y/N explained with a chuckle. “Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah, it’s great here,” Dean said as he moved away from the doorway, gesturing for her to enter. “It’s close to the station, Sammy and Jess live two blocks away, Benny three, and it’s not too close for unannounced visits from my parents!” Dean grinned at her laugh. “Are you settling into Jody’s place?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. It took a while to get used to it because it’s so much quieter than I’m used to,” Y/N laughed. “My first night back in town, I stayed at Uncle Bobby and Jody’s place. I didn’t sleep at all because it was silent!”

“Really?” Dean chuckled, his eyebrows raising comically.

“Really!” she laughed. “My apartment in Chicago was downtown. The all-night traffic, sirens and drunken college students were like a lullaby to me! To be out in the middle of nowhere without even a ticking clock was a little bit unnerving!” she said as she followed him through to the kitchen and placed the bag of groceries down on the counter.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” Dean said.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to over-exert yourself. I just got you out of the hospital. I’ll be damned if you end up back in ‘cause of me,” Y/N said as she put her purse next to the groceries, shrugged her jacket off, and hung it over one of his dining chairs.

“Now, sit,” she commanded, and he smirked over at her.

“Still bossy, I see,” Dean chuckled as he sat on a breakfast stool. Y/N smirked but chose to ignore him as she washed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked, turning back towards him, her soft gaze trained on his, clearly showing her concern.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean replied honestly. “I still have some pain, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to be home. I’m looking forward to tonight in my own bed.”

“Good,” she nodded as she emptied the groceries from the brown paper bag. “I was thinking of what I could make that would be both nutritious and delicious, so I decided on beef stir-fry.”

“That sounds amazing,” he smiled.

“I only have two questions,” she said as she put both hands into the bag. “Do you want rice or noodles?” Y/N pulled a pack of each from out and held them up.

“Noodles!” Dean answered with a grin.

“Alright, and…” she dug into the bag with both hands again. “Apple or cherry?” Y/N grinned, holding out two pies for him to choose from. Dean’s boyish grin now made his eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Definitely cherry!”

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astaraels · 5 months

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perhaps fem gallavich wedding?

(this ran away from me omg but it was too much fun to write thank you so much for the prompt)

The morning had started off well enough. Ian took her meds—and subsequently informed everyone who asked that yes, she'd taken her meds—and kicked her brothers out of her and Mickey's room so they could fuck in peace before they had to get dressed. What was the point of an afternoon wedding if you couldn't get one last round in before you made it official, after all? Mickey's hair was a wild mess, and she grinned when she came, a sight that Ian never tired of. But then there was loud shouting coming from down the hall, Sandy yelling something about a fire? And Ian knew Sandy well enough that she didn't get worked up for nothing.

She tossed Mickey some boxer shorts as she grabbed her own robe and tied it on, shoving her feet into a pair of Debbie's shoes that were by the door. The two of them rushed down the stairs to follow Debbie and Sandy out the door, Carl right on their heels. In the distance they could see black smoke rising up into the air. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—Ian couldn't believe it, her heart sank with despair, but they had to find out—

There was no mistaking it, though. Once their haphazard little group made it to the wedding venue, they knew exactly what had happened. As if the graffiti on one of the few standing walls didn't make it completely obvious, anyway. Ian glanced at Mickey, her fiancée's hair a wild tangle of dark waves around her face, a furious scowl crossing her features. "Motherfucker," she muttered. And then she stormed off, too-big combat boots pounding against the pavement of the sidewalk.

"Shit, no—Mickey!" Sandy yelled, but Mickey had already taken off down the street and back toward the house. Carl and Debbie both looked at Ian, who nodded at her siblings and raced off after Mickey. But unfortunately the other woman had enough of a head start that she was already out of sight. By the time they got back to the house, Ian could see Mickey storming out the back door, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Terry Milkovich!" she screamed, her shotgun in both hands as she stormed down the back stairs. "You fucking pig fucker, I'm gonna goddamn blow your brains out-!" But before she got any further, Sandy tackled her cousin to the ground, the two of them grappling for the gun. "Goddammit, Sandy, let me go-! I'm gonna fuckin'-!"

But then Ian caught up to them, Carl and Debbie still trailing behind; Mickey and Sandy fought like two junk yard dogs scrambling for a scrap of meat, and as soon as Ian got there the shotgun went off, the bullet thankfully only breaking through the back window of the broken down van.

"Mickey, calm the fuck down!" Ian shouted, trying to grab for the gun. Instead she yelped in surprise and pain as Mickey's teeth clamped on her wrist. "Fuck!" Out of instinct, she punched Mickey right in the eye, then pinned the other woman's wrists hard to the ground. "You fuckin' done now?!"

"Gonna make me hit you again? Or we done?" Ian demanded.

"Fuck you, Gallagher!" Mickey snarled, glaring at Ian. Her blue eyes blazed with barely controlled anger, but she nodded, going lax in Ian's grip. As soon as Ian let go, however, Mickey flipped her over and reached for the gun again. Ian hit her in the jaw this time, and the punch seemed to knock the fight out of her this time.

It took a moment, but Mickey finally nodded, her head falling back against the grass. With a relieved sigh, Ian threw the shotgun to Carl, who caught it easily. "Go get your cuffs," she told her brother, "and put this thing away." He nodded and hurried back into the house.

—

"Why is Mickey handcuffed?" Lip asked, as if it was an afterthought. Mickey took a long drink from her can of beer as she sat on top of the washer, as if the handcuffs were only a mild—and temporary—inconvenience.

Ian sighed in frustration. "She wants to kill her dad."

"Will kill her dad," Mickey corrected her. "I'm gonna get that shotgun, go to his house, and blow that fucker's brains all over the goddamn kitchen wall—maybe then he'll finally leave us the fuck alone."

Debbie scoffed as she hung up from the call she'd been making. "Or you'll get arrested again and you and Ian will be getting married in prison, ever think about that?" Ian gave her little sister a grateful look; Debbie knew her worst fear was Mickey behind bars again. But Mickey only scowled at Debbie's words and took another drink from her beer can.

"Look—Ian. Ian, look at me." Mickey set the can down next to her. "I love you. I love you, but that bastard is never gonna let me be happy. You know he won't. We find another place to do this, who's to say he won't find out from someone yappin' and come burn it down again?! I want to marry you—more than anything—but this is fucked. We are fucked. Just call it a goddamn loss."

Before Ian could reply to that, Debbie shook her head and slammed her phone on the kitchen counter. "No!" she yelled, eyes blazing with fury. "No, this is bullshit—you're just gonna give up? Let hate win? Let Terry and his nazi friends beat you?"

Mickey shook her head, her nose stud glinting in the light. "Yes-"

"Fuck, no!" Debbie said, smacking her hand on the counter by her phone. "We're not giving up! There's gotta be another place that can take us in a hurry."

"It's done! It's over!" Mickey started to say, but Debbie shook her head. After all this time, Ian thought, they should know better than to try and hold Debbie back when she was on the warpath. Mickey might be an immovable object, but Debbie was definitely an unstoppable force.

"We're not gonna let hate win, you dumbass!" Debbie said. "We're Gallaghers! And if you're gonna be part of this family, you better woman up! We're gonna white trash this shit!"

—

Three hours and a whirlwind of chaos later, Ian zipped up the back of Mickey's dress as the other woman held her hair up out of the way. Debbie and Vee had fixed Ian's unruly mess of ginger hair into an updo, but Mickey had let Sandy give her a fishtail braid. Ian touched Mickey's hand and said, "Okay, you're good," and Mickey let her long, dark hair falling down the middle of her back. Without realizing what she was doing, Ian reached out to trace her fingers along Mickey's braid, smiling softly even when Mickey turned back around.

"Damn," Ian said, her breath catching in her throat. "You...are one ugly fucking bitch."

Mickey grinned, a flush crossing her cheeks. Her makeup was just the way it always looked, winged eyeliner and dark purple eyeshadow to cover the slowly forming black eye that made Ian wince to look at. Things would be different from now on—they were done hurting each other.

"Yeah, well, at least I don't have to hide in a coffin until the sun goes down," Mickey shot back, fighting back a laugh. She tilted her head up and looked at Ian, nothing but love and caring in her beautiful blue eyes. Ian thought her heart would just about burst with how full it felt, just from looking at this woman that she was about to pledge the rest of her life to.

"Ready to do this, Milkovich?" she said, cupping Mickey's cheek with her hand.

Mickey nodded, leaning into the touch. "Damn straight, Gallagher."

—

"I, Mykhaila, take you, Lillian, to be my lawfully wedded wife. For better or worse, for richer or poorer-" Mickey paused for a moment, then continued, "in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."

Ian stared at her for a long moment, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she said, "I, Ian, take you, Mickey, to be my lawfully wedded wife—for better or worse, for richer or poorer-" and here she squeezed Mickey's hands, remembering that awful day so many years ago, knowing why Mickey had hesitated at this part in her own vows, "in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."

The minister beamed at them both, saying, "Now that Mykhaila and Lillian have pledged themselves to each other, it is my great pleasure to pronounce you as wife, and wife."

Ian looked at her, a little stunned. "Now?"

The woman nodded, grinning. "You may kiss the bride."

Ian pulled Mickey into her arms, closing her eyes and kissing her wife—her wife—as their friends and family clapped and cheered all around them. Mickey's lipstick was smeared a bit when they finally pulled away, and Ian could feel herself tearing up as she cupped Mickey's face in her hands.

"I love you so much," Ian murmured, and Mickey tapped her tattooed knuckles against Ian's collarbone.

"You're such a sap, Gallagher," she teased, voice thick the way it got when Mickey was trying not to cry. They took each other's hand, walking back down the aisle and past all their guests. Ian hugged Debbie close with one arm as she passed her sister, briefly clapping her free hand with Carl's, and she and Mickey raised their entwined hands together as they walked back down the aisle.

"Glad we made it in time," came a familiar voice from their left, and Ian thought she was dreaming when she saw Mandy and Fiona standing there, both of them grinning from ear to ear.

"Mandy?" Mickey said with disbelief.

"Fiona?" Ian said, almost at the same time.

Fiona threw her arms around Ian, and Ian couldn't help bury her face in her big sister's shoulder. "I'm so happy for you two." Mandy had pulled Mickey into a hug, as well, and it said something about the day that Mickey didn't even try to fight it.

"Glad you made it, bitch," Ian heard her wife say, and Mandy laughed.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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for reference, Ian and Mickey's dresses <3

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