#he may have a concussion or two but he’s fine

[zt4rztruck]

fuck you and let me live with my headcanon of les wearing heelys when he sells papes

[ofbatsandballads]

Based on that little blurb you reblogged can I request the batfamily finding out that Jason has a girlfriend by him rummaging through the stuff in his pockets?

They're like dang dude what do you have in there? and it's all hair ties, lip stick, and a recipe for two 💕

-🍬

oh I love a good “Jason hides his lover from his family only for it to get revealed dramatically” fic and now thanks to you, nonnie, I get to write one!

jason todd x f!reader. warnings include canon typical injuries, sibling violence, and slight hints at the batfam’s more traumatic interactions. this is mostly a good ol’ batfam fic, because reader is only alluded to, but I really like it. sorry I made it angsty for a sec there, I just can’t resist the Dynamics™️.

Jason should’ve known better. Really, he should’ve. Taking on Killer Croc alone? A fool’s mistake, but he was just too stubborn to say yes when Bruce asked if he’d like some backup. So now here he is, loopy in the Batcave after Waylon absolutely rocked his shit.

“‘S not even that bad,” he slurs.

The fact that he trips on his own feet and nearly faceplants before Bruce catches him says otherwise.

“Sure it’s not, Jaylad. Let’s get you to the medbay,” Bruce grumbles, worry creeping into that stone cold exterior.

“I’m fine, old man. Lemme jus’ go home,” Jason whines.

He’s met with a grunt that firmly negates his request.

“You can stay in your room tonight,” Bruce says.

“Not my home. Wanna go home,” Jason mumbles as he drops onto the medbay bed.

If Bruce’s face drops a bit, if guilt and sorrow flash across his eyes? Well, Jason’s too concussed to notice. Bruce just nods and begins to assess any other injuries Croc may have left on him. When he reaches for the collar of the Kevlar top, Jason flinches away from him so hard that he slams into the wall behind him. It’s only when Bruce realizes that he’d brushed his fingers against the scar on Jason’s neck that he understands why. His heart sinks and he can’t even look at his son. His shame doubles when he hears a trademark sigh of disappointment from behind him.

“C’mon, Littlewing. Let’s get all of this off you,” Dick says gently as he pushes past their father.

Jason doesn’t flinch when Dick starts to remove his gear. In fact, the presence of his older brother sets him at ease.

“I told ‘im I had it covered, Dickie. He didn’t fuckin’ listen,” Jason complains.

“Yeah, had it so covered you’re concussed in the family home?” Dick teases.

“What the fuck, Richard?” Jason groans before breaking out into giggles.

“How hard did Waylon hit him?” Dick jokingly asks Bruce.

“There’s no fractures, but the contusions are appearing rapidly. Jason’s lucky that’s all he got.”

Dick stares blankly at Bruce. He goes to open his mouth to retort that he was kidding, then decides it’s not worth his effort. Tim thinks it is, though.

“Wow, for a guy that’s chronically online for vigilante reasons, you still know nothing about the internet,” Tim laughs as he wanders into the medbay and flops down on the bed next to Jason’s.

Bruce ignores the teasing and catalogs all the injuries that are revealed to him as Dick strips away Jason’s tattered gear. There’s plenty of lacerations on his torso and likely some on his back. A few are deeper but nothing they’ll need to call Leslie for.

“Or maybe your jokes just aren’t funny, Timothy” Damian says haughtily as he sits himself next to Jason.

The thirteen-year-old tries to put on a mask of indifference, but it wavers when he spots the gash on the back of Jason’s right shoulder.

“Akhi, in what world did you think apprehending Waylon Jones alone would go well for you?” Damian scolds.

Jason narrows his seafoam eyes at Damian and lowers his voice.

“Ya really wanna talk about apprehending people alone, demon spawn?” he taunts lightly.

Damian’s eyes widen and he drops the subject because no, he actually does not want to talk about that on account of the fact that he tried to bring in Clayface alone two weeks ago and nearly got immortalized as a clay statue until Jason swooped in. The two of them had scrubbed his Robin suit within an inch of its life to try and hide the excursion from Bruce. It worked; only Alfred noticed the faint hint of clay in the threads of the cape and all he’d done was sigh and shake his head.

Jason’s gear is fully removed and his head is starting to clear a bit, wooziness replaced by a hammering pain in his temples. The headache masks any pain he would feel from the stitches being placed in his back, though he also suspects that those are less painful because Damian is doing them.

“Your technique is gettin’ better, y’know?” Jason whispers, the compliment unheard by the other three men bustling around the room.

The hands stitching him up freeze and he can imagine the look of surprise on Damian’s face even without turning around.

“Thank you,” he mutters. “I think it will be useful for future endeavors.”

Jason smiles to himself. He knows the kid wants to be a doctor, and he thinks it’s a damn better fate for him than whatever Bruce or Ra’s could’ve planned. The silence that settles over the medbay is peaceful, only broken by the sound of clacking computer keys or the zipping of evidence bags. Then, like an unholy boom of thunder, comes the voice of Tim Drake.

“What the hell is all this?”

Jason’s head whips to the side and he sees Tim rummaging through the pockets of his tactical pants. He goes to scramble off the bed and feels the harsh pull of thread that was mid-stitch through his skin.

“Mind your fuckin’ business, replacement!” Jason shouts.

He grabs a pillow and chucks it at Tim’s head, but he just ducks and continues to empty Jason’s pockets. The contents that spill out on the sterile tray are…perplexing to say the least. Two lip balms (one tinted red), three scrunchies (one black and two red), a grocery list with the word strawberries and a woman’s name underlined, a recipe for chicken stir fry with enough for two portions, and one single soft chocolate chip cookie lay unexplained in the harsh white light of the medbay.

If looks could kill, Tim Drake would be dead and buried six feet under.

“What part of mind your fuckin’ business did you not get?” Jason growls, glaring daggers at the nineteen-year-old.

“Holy shit, he’s got a fucking girlfriend!” Tim exclaims.

The pillow hits him square in the face this time. All four sets of eyes turn to him with varying emotions. Shock is evident in the forest green of Damian’s gaze, smugness and vindication in the icy blue of Tim’s, panic and guilt in the ocean blue of Dick’s, and some weird mix of sadness and fondness in the gunmetal blue of Bruce’s eyes that Jason doesn’t want to think about for too long. The acrobat quickly moves across the room and sweeps all the belongings off the tray and back into the pockets of the tac pants. He grabs Jason’s gear from Tim and hands it back to its rightful owner, who clutches it to himself protectively.

“Don’t make assumptions, Tim,” Dick says. “Civilians leave stuff on us all the time.”

It’s true. They’ve all come home with someone’s forgotten work badge or piece of jewelry before. The oddest thing was when Bruce had a Hello Kitty keychain stuck to the end of his cape. Jason casts a subtle look of gratitude at Dick for trying to give him plausible deniability. Not that it works. Tim stares not at Dick, but through him with his pale eyes in a way that makes a chill run down the spine of the eldest son.

“You knew already? How?” Tim asks incredulously.

Really, he’s a bit miffed that he hadn’t figured this out already. He has contingency plan files on each member of his family (himself included) and he had not a clue that Jason might be in a relationship.

“Drop. It. Now.” Jason warns.

Tim doesn’t consider it until he sees Jason’s fingers twitching in the direction of the butterfly knife on his belt. He doesn’t need another scar from Jason shanking him. Well, at least not today.

“Fine. Whatever. But if I have to bring Bernard here for Thanksgiving, then you have to bring,” and he pauses to remember and recite the name on the grocery list, “home too.”

He knows he’s pushed it when Jason lunges at him, dragging Damian and a threaded suturing needle behind him. Tim barely jumps out of the way in time to avoid a punch to the jaw.

“Robin! Knock it off!” Bruce barks.

It’s almost comical the way all four of his boys freeze in place. It is slightly less comical the way they all proceed to glare at him.

“Fuck it,” Jason grumbles as he settles back on the bed for Damian to continue stitching his wounds. “Just get these done so I can go home.”

“Home to his girlfriend,” Tim murmurs.

“I will fuckin’ slash your throat again, you second-rate fuck!”

Bruce lets out one long suffering sigh. He doesn’t know you yet (a quiet part of him hopes he may one day be allowed to) but he already feels sorry that you’ve been roped into all of this. He feels even more sorry when the butterfly knife flies past his head and buries itself into the wall inches from Tim’s neck. Really, what is he going to do with these boys?

[f1lovr]

FAKE IT TILL YOU...LOVE HER? | LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: in which lando accidentally speed runs his way from a fake wedding date to real feelings, proving that the only thing faster than his car is his ability to fall in love with his best friend

warnings: none!

THE INITIAL PROBLEM

lando had a problem.

a really bad, really stupid problem, but a problem nonetheless.

this whole thing started with a text from his ex, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Hey, Lando! I'm just checking in with everyone I sent wedding invites to and I saw you hadn't RSVP'd yet so I wanted to check to see if you were coming. We'd love to have you there!

it was a reasonable message to send, she wanted to know who was attending her wedding after all. It wasn't rude or passive-agressive either, just a simple invitation, but to one of the most emotionally torturous events lando could imagine.

he was gonna ignore it, that was first instinct.

his second instinct though was to lie.

Lando: Hey! Yeah, I'm coming! also have a plus one because I'm bringing my girlfriend!

He was fucked in short. His decision had been made in pure panic. There was no thinking behind it, just recklessness.

And that? That's how he ended up on your doorstep at midnight, a frantic look in his eyes and looking like he was about to breakdown at any second.

You opened the door looking like you had just woken up, a blanket wrapped around your body and your hand rubbing your eyes as you looked at lando with furrowed eyes. "Lando?"

He was nervous, running his hands through his hair because he didn't know what to do with them. "I need you to be my girlfriend."

There was a pause. You just stared at him processing the words he said. You squinted at him in confusion before responding. "Are you drunk?"

"no."

"are you concussed?"

"not that i know of."

"but you need me to be your girlfriend?"

lando let out a deep breath preparing to explain. "Rebecca's getting married."

"i'm aware."

"and i panicked."

you look at him confused at that.

"and i may or may not have told her i was bringing my girlfriend."

there was silence as you stood there looking at him, more like glaring at him honestly.

then slowly you spoke. "lando."

his hands shot up into the air in defense. "look, i know it's stupid, i know i'm being stupid, but i can't show up alone now, let alone in general. i'll end up looking like a sad, little, loser boy who's still hung up over his ex-"

"you are a sad, little, loser boy who's still hung up over his ex."

he groaned at that statement. "okay, fine, that's fair, but she doesn't need to know that."

"okay so let me get this straight," you say as you stand in front of him, a hand over your face. "you lied-"

"yes."

"- and now you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend-"

"yes."

"- because you're too much of an idiot to tell her the truth and too proud to just show up solo?"

"yes."

your stare was blank as you stood there in front of him. "you are such a dumbass."

"but a desperate one," he corrected you with a smirk, one he hoped would sway you.

you let out a sigh, a nice big and long one at that.

then, "fine. but you owe me big time."

lando grinned at your answer, "i'll name my firstborn after you."

"deal."

MONACO, THE WEEKEND OF THE WEDDING

you regret your decision before you had even set foot into the venue. the venue was too extravagent, the people there were too rich, it screamed money and emotional damage.

lando stood beside you looking effortlessly charming. he wore a suit that was perfectly tailored to him, a boyish grin covering his face, his energy giving i am completely fine and not at all panicking internally.

you on the other hand? you were the exact opposite and were very much panicking.

"what if she sees right through this?" you mumble to him as you fiddle with your dress as the two of you walk into the reception hall.

lando smirked at you, "then we make it convincing."

and before you could even question him his arm had slid around your waist pulling you closer ot him.

you froze up entirely at that. "lando."

his mouth came to your ear, whispering like he was telling you a secret. "shh, she's watching us."

oh. oh.

your eyes stole a glance across the room before landing on rebecca. she looked elegant, poised, and her eyes were watching you and lando as if she was trying to decipher some sort of puzzle.

showtime.

your body turned into landos, your face plastering your best adoring girlfriend smile that you could muster up. "you're ridiculous."

he beamed, completely unbothered by what you had said. "and you love it."

"unfortunately."

the hand that he had around your waist squeezed you a bit. "good girl."

your brain short-circuited.

he did not just-

"you're insufferable," you mumble to him, ignoring the blush that was definitely creeping all over your face right now.

"and yet, you agreed to this."

"...i'm starting to rethink that decision actually."

too late though, rebecca was already approaching the two of you.

"lando," she greeted with a smile, one that was just a little too perfect. "you actually made it."

lando's hand tightened where it was on your waist only just slightly. "of course."

her gaze then flicked to you. "and you must be..."

"y/n," you said with a sweet smile. "his girlfriend."

the way rebecca's expression barely faltered was almost admirable.

"well," she said, voice smooth. "it's lovely to meet you then, i didn't even know that lando was seeing someone."

lando grinned at her words. "it's new, but when you know, you know."

your heart did something stupid at that.

rebecca hummed, clearly not convinced. "so how long have you been together then?"

"oh only a couple months, but we've known each other forever," lando lied easily.

rebecca only nodded her head at that, you thought she was about to call you out on your stunt but she didn't. "well, i hope you both enjoy the wedding."

and with that, she walked away, disappearing into the crowd, probably going to go talk to more people with her husband or something.

you let out a breath as soon as she was gone. "i think i need a drink."

lando only laughed, his lips moving down to press a quick kiss to your temple. "c'mon love. let's get you one."

you really needed to stop enjoying this.

THE RECEPTION: A MASTERCLASS IN FAKE DATING

dinner had shortly become a nightmare. rebecca's table had been placed in view of yours, and she had been watching the entire night.

this meant that lando was in full boyfriend mode.

and he was annoyingly good at it.

comments whispered in your ear that make you laugh? check. hand resting on your thigh? check. tucking your hair behind your ear like it was nothing? double check.

and the worst part about all of this?

it didn't feel fake, not one bit.

at some point rebecca had made her way over to your table, this time with her now husband in tow.

"so," she started, the wine she had in her cup being swirled in her cup, "how did you two meet then?"

lando had no hesitation with his answer.

"oh, well like i said earlier we've known each other forever," he said, turning to you with an expression so genuine it nearly fooled you. "we grew up together, she's from back home in the UK, kind of just decided it was about time to stop hiding how i felt you know?"

your stomach flipped at his words, they almost sounded real, like he was talking from his real feelings.

rebecca's eyebrow raised, "oh really?"

lando had only nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. "yeah, i knew i was done for when i saw her for the first time in a while, knew i had to finally confess."

your breath hitched.

rebecca, for the first time, looked slightly thrown.

"well," she said, a forced smile on her face, "that's...sweet i guess."

lando just beamed, his eyes never leaving yours.

and when rebecca walked away, you realized-

your hands were shaking.

THE BALCONY

later that night you found yourself on the balcony, leaning against it just watching onto the world around you, the wind blowing into your hair gently.

the balcony was nice, it overlooked the ocean and it was nice and quiet, away from the wedding, away from the pretending, away from every feeling that had been swirling in your stomach the minute you stepped into the building with lando, unable to be untangled.

lando appeared beside you, leaning against the railing, so close to you your shoulders were brushing against each other.

"hey," he said softly, neither of you looking at each other, just out at the ocean.

you exhaled a small breath before responding, "hey," you said back just as softly.

there was a moment where neither of you spoke.

then quietly, he asked, "are you okay?"

you hesitated not knowing what to say, that one avril lavigne song in your head, why'd he have to go and make things so complicated. "are you?" you say instead of just spitting out all the feelings that were swirling around.

he only let out a breathy laugh. "less than i expected. more than i'd like."

your head turned to look at him, his eyes already on yours. they weren't filled with mischief for once, they were softer.

and suddenly, the two of you weren't at his ex's wedding, the both of you weren't pretending.

it was just you and him.

"lando..."

he didn't say anything, only reaching for your hand. you let him take it.

"i think i could get used to this," he admitted quietly, the voice coming from his mouth raw and full of something you couldn't pin.

your heart stuttered, flipped, stopped almost.

"lando..."

"i know," he said quickly. "i know this was supposed to be fake."

silence. not a bad one, but a comfortable one as he figured out his next words.

then softly, almost hesitantly, he spoke, "but i can't help but wonder what it would be like if it wasn't."

your breath caught.

"what are you saying," you speak quietly.

"i'm saying," he starts, his hand coming to grab your other one before looking at you in your eyes, "i'm saying that i don't want this to be fake."

and before you could talk yourself out of it or think about the consequences, you kissed him.

and nothing had ever felt less fake.

THE PROPOSITION

a week later after the wedding, lando once again showed up at your door.

a smile was already on his face when you opened it, he was excited to see you.

and before you could even get a word out asking why he was there he spoke, "i need you to be my girlfriend."

"are you drunk?" you ask.

"no."

"concussed?"

"last i checked still no."

"fake?" you ask, wondering if this was real or not.

"definitely not." he said, a smirk coming to his face when he realized you figured out he was asking you out for real.

"still naming your firstborn after me?"

"depends, is it our firstborn? cause i feel like that would be a little awkward." he said, the smirk covering his face only growing.

you don't say anything, the kiss you pulled him into was answer enough for him.

cause this time?

this time he wasn't pretending, he didn't have to beg you, he was just lando. lando, your best friend, stood at your doorstep asking you to be his, and you were more than willing to do that.

[vrystalius]

I know i just requested with weird nicknames for squid game characters.

But I want to see their reaction to your wallpaper being them or being another person. Literally obsessed with what you write its so cute. Take my heart ❤️

Squid Game men’s reaction for putting them as your phone’s wallpaper.

They randomly check your phone one day and find a picture of themselves staring back. How will they react? What kind of wallpaper do they have?

Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu x gn!reader

Summary: You putting them as your phone wallpaper, them putting you as their phone wallpaper

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angst in Nam-gyu’s part (mention of drug use)

Words: 800 per character

Note: I wrote this during my medicine and head concussion induced haze, forgive me for any inconsistencies or mistakes 😭🙏 Also, the middle pictures are a suggestion as what said wallpaper could be.

Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // Salesman

— Choosing you as your wallpaper. —

Mostly surprise and confusion spread swirled in his mind the first time he stared back at himself in the form of your phone wallpaper. He never thought you’d screenshot this picture let alone use it as your wallpaper because c’mon— let’s be honest, you could’ve chosen any other picture of him and yet you decided on this.

It’s weird. Gong Yoo feels a little watched as he tries to find the food delivery app on your phone while having his own eyes stare back at him.

Although he had grown more and more fond of it every time he opened your phone anew. He sees how you grin a little when turning on your screen, how you sometimes giggle when you stare at it for too long. Sometimes you show it off to him and complain about he barely ever wears any skincare masks anymore.

“So you can have a new wallpaper? I don’t think so. My skin is fine for now, thank you darling.”

To be really honest, he finds it incredibly endearing that you chose him as your wallpaper, especially a picture like this. He thinks of himself as a sophisticated, charming, handsome salesman that lures desperate people into a death game and messes with homeless people in his free time, but you seemingly just see him as your soulmate, the love of your life, your husband.

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

Two months into the relationship and after a couple of dates, Gong Yoo already set you as his phone wallpaper. It was nice to have a reminder looking back at him to text you, check in on you, give you a call or even come by for dinner. A reminder that he has a special someone to care and love for.

He switches his wallpaper up every few weeks or months, wanting to keep it updated to your appearance. His chosen pictures are mostly intimate ones, snaps he takes while you are being unaware of how cute, attractive or adorable you look.

Pictures like when you are asleep on the couch in his arms after watching a movie, you after waking up and sleepily brushing your teeth in the mirror, you showing your back to him while waiting for the microwave to finish heating up the cheap convenience food, maybe even you stuffing your face with ice cream after a long day.

Whatever picture he may choose (much to your dismay), it always makes him smile to himself no matter the situation. Even if another homeless person asks him for spare change or those two random mobsters tried to jump him in an alleyway and now he was forced to “get rid of them”, a quick glance on his phone and seeing a cute picture of you immediately forces a smile to break out on his face.

The sight of their kidnapper smiling at his phone so lovingly while they were tied up and playing rock-paper-scissors for their lives probably made the two men shit their pants more than feeling the barrel of a revolver being pressed against the side of their head.

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

— Choosing him as your wallpaper. —

At first, Thanos reeeaaaallly disliked the picture you chose as your wallpaper. It was just a random reaction picture he send you one day about something he doesn’t even remember, and you went ahead and chose this as your phone wallpaper? Seriously?! Can’t you choose something more handsome, flattering?

He even offered to pose properly for you so you have a better pic to use, but after Thanos obviously started mewing and tried his absolute best to look as attractive as possible (which he already is but shhh), your boyfriend got extremely offended when you started laughing at his posing.

Your boyfriend gave up after a few attempts of secretly changing your wallpaper and seeing you pout every time he did, changing it right back to the one before.

If you really like it that much, fine. Just don’t let anyone see that you have that as your phone wallpaper, or else his rapper persona will never be able to recover from being exposed like that.

You don’t even understand why he is being so dramatic about your wallpaper anyway.

“I look hella ugly there, c’mon baby! Work with me here!! Here, lemme pose for you real quick so you can change that thing.”

Although it does flashbang you in the middle of the night when you turn on your phone, the brightness of the picture vaporising your eyes in an instant. It’s not the most pleasant thing to look at first thing in the morning but you still think he looks kinda cute in the pic.

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

He was careful to choose the prettiest picture of you he can find and the proceed to show it off to everyone he meets. Thanos even showed you off to Nam-gyu multiple times, forgetting that he already showed his friend the same picture four times now. Nam-gyu is already totally looking forward to next week when Thanos shows you off again.

Your boyfriend grins like a child whenever he glances at his phone for too long, falling in love with your picture all over again.

He changes his wallpaper every week so he always has something cute to look at after performing at another underground club or while doing whatever, sometimes getting distracted from searching for a certain app and instead ending up scrolling through either your social media account or his photo library to search for more pics of you.

Whenever you catch Thanos grin at his phone again, your first instinct is to glance over his shoulder to check what exactly he is looking at, but he immediately closes his phone when you do. At first you thought he might be looking at some random girl’s profile or whatever, but when you open it up and find yourself staring back, you’re kind of surprised to be honest.

Although, he always denies that he really cares about his wallpaper. Your boyfriend is totally choosing it at random and totally does not match his lock screen with his homescreen and mostly chooses pictures of you two together, you kissing his cheek or him holding you. Not at all!

Nam-gyu // Player 124

— Choosing you as your wallpaper. —

You choose a rather cute picture as your wallpaper. You took it during one of your first dates where you dragged him to a festival that was being held near your home, dragging Nam-gyu there against his will. Back then he had shorter hair, wore his glasses more frequently. Back then he was a little shy believe it or not, at least when it came to romance.

He used more before he met you, being around alcohol and drugs at all times due to his occupation. It kind of came with his job and the circle of friends he was around, so before meeting you, there was barely any day he wasn’t high or having a hangover from some random drug.

Nam-gyu never noticed you had this picture as your phone wallpaper until he accidentally grabbed your phone, thinking it was his. Seeing this picture in particular gave him a brief jumpscare.

You took this picture after he managed to scrap out the star shape out of the sugar cookie he bought from a random stand during the festival. His hair was shorter back then and he wore his glasses more frequently, the mask a reminder of how times were 5 years ago. He struggled staying clean during that time and always felt like shit wich is why he didn’t want to go to the festival in the first place.

He didn’t even know you took this picture of him despite him fully looking at the camera. A small smile spread on his face at the thought of you really choosing a picture like this as your phone wallpaper.

Quickly putting your phone down, Nam-gyu quickly played off his reaction as he hard you come into the room.

“I’m smiling about nothing, shaddup. Go back to wherever you came from.”

With a dismissive hand wave, he tried to shoo you away. His attempts were futile as you instead pull him into a clingy hug, instead demanding cuddles instead. Who was he to deny your wish?

— Choosing you as his wallpaper. —

Nam-gyu likes taking 0.5x zoom pictures of you from above and choosing them as his phone wallpaper, pushing you away as you try to protest and stop him from putting them as his wallpaper because seriously, he can literally choose any other pic!

You can hear quiet, evil “hehe”s from the corner of the room whenever you two are together and he turns on his phone, briefly turning it around so you can see what he was giggling so stupidly at, only for him to giggle harder at the sight of your unamused face.

Even if he mainly chooses those pictures as his phone wallpaper to annoy you, he likes having a stupid picture of you always available to him.

Some shitty guy searching for a fight at the club? Quick glance at your face at a 0.5x zoom makes him crack a smile right after. Thanos called him Nam-su, Gyu-nam or literally anything else but his name again? Turning his phone on lightens his mood immediately.

Sure, a flattering or cute picture of you would have the same effect on him, but this is much funnier in his opinion.

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

HAPPY LATE VALETINES DAYYYYYYY!!!! Since tumblr limits your tags to 30 tags per post I always have trouble tagging all of the Squid Game men, so I decided to split this one prompt into two posts. If this gets enough attention / love, I’ll post a part 2 with Dae-ho, Gi-hun and In-ho! Also, thank you for requesting, I needed a break from writing my smut draft 😭

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

So I was just rewatching Bones, and towards the end Brennan (heavily pregnant at the time) called her baby's father and was like "hey this is embarrassing but uhhhhhh I'm trapped on the floor and I can't get up. You're here, in the same building, right? Please help..." (...well, we never got to hear what she said, but that's what happened, so 😂)

I bring this up because I just had a funny thought:

That scenario, but Frank Langdon x Heavily Pregnant!Reader

(Like...he's mid-shift, his back may or may not be twinging and he desperately needs a lunch break, when ring ring "hey honey this is so embarrassing but uh. I'm stuck on the floor--nonono I'm fine, our baby's fine, I just can't find the leverage to get up. I'm so sorry but uh, please...help???")

(Poor man's probably out the door before Reader can even finish, forgetting to notify anyone bc his wife and baby are in danger he needs to help-- (not really, Reader literally just needs a hand lmao). Robby's only a little annoyed (but amused. mostly amused tbh) when Frank shows back up with wifey in tow, demanding a full workup to make sure she and baby are okay.)

I’ve Fallen (For You)

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summary: you call your husband, stuck in quite a predicament 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female heavily pregnant!wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader is heavily pregnant (obv), nothing else i think

timeline: set before the show

author’s note: thank you for the request anon, i had so much fun writing this!

Langdon’s shift was nearly halfway through and he was counting the seconds till he could rush home. Rush home to you, the love of his life—his very pregnant wife.

His back had been screaming at him all day but he’d been ignoring it. He knew he should’ve paid for some damn movers, but he had opted to help his parents all on his own. He would’ve asked for your help, but you had just found out you were pregnant and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. Now several months later, his back was killing him.

Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.

“Robby, I’m taking a quick lunch break,” Langdon informed his boss before grabbing a sandwich from the cart. He just needed to sit down for two minutes and he’d be back to his chipper self. 

“Alright, three minutes max, Dr. Langdon,” Robby said.

“Understood,” Frank replied.

Just as he sat down his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey honey,” he answered the call. “Work’s been a bitch today, excited to curl up in bed and watch crap TV.”

“First off, how dare you call my favorite show ‘crap TV’ second… I need your help.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Langdon asked quickly, kind of beginning to panic.

“I’ve sorta… fallen… and can’t get up…?”

“You’ve… huh?”

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to your husband. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t seem to find the leverage to get up.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry Frank but please could you… help?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said. “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more, bye.”

**

When Langdon got home, he found you lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. He reached out his hand and helped you up quickly.

“How’d this happen?” he asked as he pulled you into an awkward hug, your overstretched belly pressed against his abdomen.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” you replied, wanting to break the tension so he didn’t worry about you.

“You’re hilarious,” he said flatly. He soon broke away from the hug so he could get a good look at you. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No? Well nausea yes, duh, but that’s what the Zofran is for.”

“Follow my finger,” he said and held his pointer finger up for you to follow as he moved it from left to right and back again. “You probably don’t have a concussion,” he stated.

“I know I don’t have a concussion,” you laughed it off. “I didn’t hit my head, Frank, I just slipped and couldn’t get back up.”

“Still, we should head to The Pitt and have Dr. Collins look at you, just to be safe.”

“I don’t need an ultrasound, hun, I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re coming to the hospital with me, c’mon.”

“Let’s take separate cars though, I don’t wanna be stuck in ‘The Pitt’ while you save lives for hours,” you said, using air quotes to be more dramatic.

“One of us can Uber home,” he protested. “C’mon, let’s go.”

**

When you got to the hospital, Langdon guided you through the traffic of people to get you to Heather.

He called out her name when he saw her.

“Mrs. Langdon! How lovely to see you. How are you?” Dr. Collins exclaimed. 

“I’m doing pretty good, though this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” You smiled and gave her a quick, small hug.

Langdon hurriedly explained what happened to you as Dr. Robby walked up.

“Mrs. Langdon! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag Frank home early?”

“No, Robby, nothing like that,” you chuckled. “Frank insisted I come over–”

“She slipped on the hardwood floor and couldn’t stand back up, she had to call me to go and help her up,” Frank exclaimed.

“He is making it sound much worse than it was,” you said. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well an ultrasound wouldn’t hurt,” Robby said, assuming it was what Frank wanted. 

“See? Told you so!” Frank nudged your arm playfully.

“Really? You’re going with ‘I told you so’?” you laughed.

“Collins, please?” Robby gestured for her to get going with the ultrasound as quickly as possible.

“Of course, right this way,” Heather replied.

Frank walked behind you as you followed Dr. Collins to a space where you could do a quick ultrasound. 

You sat down on the chair and Heather started the ultrasound.

“Your baby looks good,” she said. 

“You’re sure?” Frank asked.

“Yep, healthy baby boy,” Collins replied.

“See? Told you so,” you said smugly, making your husband laugh and shake his head.

“Can I see your flashlight?” he asked Dr. Collins and she handed him the small device. “Look at my nose,” he said.

“Can I look at those gorgeous blue eyes instead?” you asked, wiggling your brows up and down. 

He couldn’t help the sheepish laugh as a slight blush began to warm his cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you two had been together, you still made his heart skip a beat when you said things like that.

He continued with the quick exam to be sure you didn’t have a concussion.

“Babe, you’re treating me like one of your patients,” you chuckled, brushing away his hands.

“Fine, I’ll let Dr. Collins give you the full once over just to be safe. Heather, you alright with that?”

“I really must restate there’s zero need for all of this, honey,” you said.

“I’d be happy to,” Heather said. 

“Thanks,” Langdon said. “I’m gonna get back to work, call me when you’re all done. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you grumbled before he kissed you goodbye.

**

“She’s perfectly fine. Slight bruising around her tailbone, but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” Dr Collins told Langdon about ten minutes later when she was finished with the brief exam.

“Thank you–” Frank was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He answered it quickly, seeing it was from you.

“Frank,” you started, “my water just broke.”

[saintsanddevils]

Star-Crossed

Dain Aetos x Riorson!Reader

Request: “If you’re open to requests still, would you be willing to write a Dain Aetos story? Maybe the reader can be the sister of Xaden? I would like to read a Dain story where he gets his happy ending :)”

Summary: Dain is the bane of your existence. At least, you keep telling yourself that.

Warnings: first person pov, swearing, blood, injury (series will contain eventual smut)

Word Count: 2.8K

Posted on AO3

Masterlist • Part Two

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The moment I met him, I knew. We were never meant to be. Loving him, wanting him, would become a curse.

And eventually, it did.

————

“Four more laps, Riorson. Make it count this time.”

I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to run down the field and punch my squad leader in the jaw. The image of him staggering back and possibly falling on his ass has a smirk spreading across my face.

“Are you enjoying this? Fine. Six laps.”

The smile disappears.

Dain Aetos is the bane of my existence. Ever since I crossed the parapet months ago, he’s ensured my life is hell. Early morning drills. Late night chore assignments. Anything to keep me occupied and cursing his name.

With my entire squad watching me with hesitation and interest, possibly wondering if I’ll finally disobey him, I run. My life may be hell with Dain ordering me around, but it’s better to lay low than have any unwanted attention. It’s what I have to do as Fen Riorson’s daughter. As Xaden Riorson’s little sister. There are enough eyes on me already. Waiting for me to make a mistake, to fail.

For my father, for Xaden, I can’t fail.

Just the thought makes the relic on my left arm burn. I pump harder, ignoring Dain’s heavy gaze on my back as I make another lap. And another. And another.

By the time I reach the fifth lap, my lungs fill with jagged, sharp air, pain racketing up my chest. I can easily run six laps on a normal day, but after training all morning for the impending gauntlet, my body is near its breaking point.

When I stagger near Dain to end my fifth lap and begin my sixth, I finally make eye contact with him. His jaw is clenched and brows dipped low. Dark eyes tracking the wobble in my legs, the strain in my breath. He could almost pass as…concerned. I almost stumble at the thought.

“What the fuck is going on here?!”

Every head swivels towards that deep, familiar voice. When my eyes follow, I lose my footing, tripping over my feet. My body hurtles through the air, slamming face first into the dirt. Something cracks at the impact and pain bursts from my nose.

Fuck.

Feet pound behind me, hands grasping at my body before they begin to turn me over. I find Dain crouched in front of me, dark eyes narrowed on the blood gushing down my face. He lifts my head off the ground with a firm hand, eyes quickly assessing every part of me.

“Get a healer!” He shouts over his shoulder.

I try to shove him off of me, but the attempt is half-hearted when the movement makes the pain worse. A groan rises from my throat. “I don’t need a healer.”

Dain narrows his eyes. “Bleeding profusely in the dirt definitely calls for a healer, Riorson.”

“And whose fault is that, Aetos?”

His jaw clenches. Just as he opens his mouth to respond, my brother stands above him. Like the shadows he wields, he towers over us, a dark fire lit within the depth of his irises.

Xaden Riorson is furious and his attention focuses on Dain’s hand on my abdomen, the other propping my neck up. “Get your fucking hands off of my sister.”

Dain stiffens. For a moment, his eyes meet mine. There’s something in his face that has my brows furrowing, the pain ebbing for just a moment as I focus on him. Either I have a concussion or Dain looks almost apologetic. Maybe even regretful. But the moment is gone. The second Dain let’s go of me, Xaden is there. My brother’s arms curl beneath me as he hoists me into his arms.

“I can walk just fine,” I grit through my teeth. “Put me down.”

Xaden ignores me, standing straight with me still cradled like a baby in his arms. Annoyance prickles under my skin when I catch sight of my squad members watching me with rapt attention. This is just embarrassing being carried from the field by my brother. I struggle in his hold, but Xaden doesn’t let go. The overprotective bastard.

When I glare up at him, ignoring the pain shooting through my head, I find him mirroring my glare, but it’s directed at Dain. “This training session is over. Everyone is dismissed,” he narrows his eyes. “Aetos, you’re going to report to me about what the fuck you were doing after I take her to the healer’s quadrant.”

“I’m fine,” I grit through my teeth. “Put me down.”

Xaden continues to ignore me. I wince, hissing through my teeth when he jostles me in his arms, a new wave of pain shooting up from my ankle. Great. A broken nose and possibly a sprained ankle.

I catch Dain raising a brow at me as if to say, You’re obviously not fine.

When the squad heads inside Basgiath, Xaden is hot on their heels with me in his arms, shoving past Dain.

I struggle once again, embarrassment heating my cheeks when we enter the school. “I can get there myself-“

“No, you can’t.” Xaden’s hold tightens on me. “Now shut up and let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I was doing just fine before you showed up.”

Xaden finally meets my eye. “You looked like you were about to pass out when I showed up.” He shakes his head. “Fucking Aetos.”

I catch sight of him at the end of the hall behind us. His body tense as he tracks Xaden and me. When our eyes meet, something sparks in me. Something I wish I didn’t feel while in my brother’s arms.

Dain’s concern and his obvious regret rise to the forefront of my mind. My gut twists at the way he looked at me, the way he ran to me, helped me.

“It’s not his fault.” The words fall from my mouth unbidden.

Xaden stiffens. “Of course it’s his fault. He’s punishing you because you’re my sister. Because of who our father is.”

The statement rings true. It always brings me focus and clarity in how people view me here. I’m to be feared and watched. Everyone calculates my next move, hoping I fail or prove everyone right. That I’m the daughter of a dead revolutionary who will follow in his footsteps and bring anarchy and chaos to our world.

Dain must hate me. I’ve spent months under his rigorous training and been the one to take his brunt orders head on. I get singled out constantly. I’m punished more often than not. So it should be reasonable to think he hates me or even holds a grudge against me because of my blood and my family.

But the look in his eyes as he held me, assessed my injuries, has me pausing. Has me seeking him out yet again over Xaden’s shoulder. He’s still watching and when our eyes meet once again, he turns and disappears down the hall.

Does he hate me?

I shake my head, shoving the thought far, far away. Dain Aetos has been the bane of my existence for months, and I’ve made sure I’ve been the bane of his. It’s only fair.

I cling to Xaden, allowing the exhaustion of my afternoon catch up to me. Once we reach the healer’s, Xaden stays close. He holds my hand when they set my nose back into place. He rubs my back when they wrap my ankle, confirming it’s only a sprain. And when they give me pain meds, Xaden is reluctant in leaving me. The healer’s reassure him I’ll be fine after some rest and my injuries should be gone by morning after they do a few sessions on me. Their magic touch already has the swelling and aching going down.

I’m blissfully content with my pain meds and wrapped ankle when he finally gets up to leave. He bends to kiss my forehead, the memory of our father doing the same every night before bed has my gut twisting. A sense of longing forcing my hands to wrap around Xaden’s torso, squeezing him till he can’t breathe.

After the execution of our father, the king of Navarre, along with his generals and counselors, wanted to put an end to the rebellion from ever rising again. So, they separated my brother and I. It was cruel and lonely growing up apart. For years, we were never able to see one another. Never able to write any letters.

The moment I stepped off the parapet, there he was. Grinning with tears in his eyes, Xaden ran to me. I bolted into his arms, sobbing into his chest as we collided. I hadn’t seen my brother in years and we finally, finally, were able to be together.

Ever since I came to Basgiath, he’s been by my side, ensuring I’m well-taken care of. He’s been overprotective and hovering like a mother hen. As much as it can be annoying, I know what life is like without him and I don’t want to ever experience it again.

So, I grip him tightly. Thankful I have him here and now.

“Thanks,” I whisper. “Even if you’re being an overprotective asshole.”

He crushes me against him. “I’ll always be your asshole.”

I laugh, shoving him away as he messes with my hair. When I stick my tongue out at him, he flips me off before disappearing down the hall.

I lay back in the healer’s bed, letting the pounding in my head lull me to sleep. Just before I succumb to it, Dain’s concerned dark eyes come crawling back to my mind. The way his features softened when our eyes met. The way he bent over me, protecting me with his body caging me to the ground. I try to ignore the spark of heat that spread through my limbs at the feel of his skin on my neck. The callouses on his fingers cradling me close as he watched me.

Even now, the image of his clenched jaw, his regret, the burning apology in his eyes, has me curling my fingers into my palms.

Now that I’m alone, I can admit… I liked seeing Dain Aetos this way. I liked the way his skin felt on mine, like a balm to the pain. Even before I tumbled, I enjoyed the attention he gave me while I ran. How his eyes burned into my back, as hot and heavy as the sun on my skin. The way his eyes tracked every movement of my stretching limbs during warm-ups earlier this morning.

I lie to myself, but it’s been like this for months. How his eyes find mine every time I enter a room. How his fingers linger on my skin when maneuvering my arms the way they should be for training in the gym. How his commanding voice, full of demand and promise, sends a shiver down my spine.

When I’m alone, I can recall every dip and curve of his face. The strength in his arms, the broadness of his shoulders. The way his lips form my name, sending a spark through my veins.

It’s only when I’m alone, in the sanctity of the dark, I can admit…

I like Dain Aetos. More than I should.

————

After being discharged and sent back to the first year dormitories the following morning, I quickly change into training gear. It’s loose enough to give me no resistance when on the mat.

The dorm is empty as I rewrap my ankle. There’s not bruising or swelling since my last healing session this morning, but it’s best to keep it wrapped since it’s still sensitive. Once it’s secure, I head towards the door, checking myself in the mirror as I go to asses my nose. The bruising has gone down, as well as any inflammation, thanks to those heavenly healers hands. It almost looks normal.

As I braid back my hair, a knock sounds at the door. I furrow my brows. Xaden said he’d meet me in the gym soon, to practice before my next challenge.

When I swing open the door, the air catches in my throat.

Dain stands there, his dark curls a mess, almost like he kept running his hands through it all morning. I notice a tray of food in his hands, his fingers clutching it with. White knuckled grip as if someone will rip it from his hands at any second. I catch him scanning me from head to toe, checking my nose and ankle. It sparks something in my gut but I try to keep the warmth at bay as he stands a few steps away.

“Uh, hi,” he blinks at me, eyes wide as if he didn’t expect to see me.

“Are you looking for someone else?” I ask. “I think everybody went down for breakfast already.”

He quickly shakes his head. “No, I was looking for you. I, uh, heard you were discharged this morning. And…”

I raise a brow, watching as his eyes narrow on my nose. “And?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. After yesterday.” Dain shakes his head, staring down at the tray in his hands. “I also thought you wouldn’t have enough time to head down to the dining hall.”

I still. He climbed all those stairs just to check in on me? Bring me some breakfast?

My heart beats erratically in my ears as he holds out the tray to me.

“You brought me…breakfast?” My voice is tinted with hints of confusion and awe.

Dain must sense it cause he stiffens, his cheeks reddening in the dim light of the hall. I don’t think I’ve ever seen strait-laced, dedicated, commanding Dain look so flustered. “Yeah, I did,” he pauses. “I mean, unless the healers already fed you. In that case I can just-“

I rip the tray from his hands, staring down at it. Upon closer inspection, everything on the tray looks delicious. And it all…looks exactly like something I’d pick out for myself for breakfast. He even added the right amount of granola and honey to my oatmeal. Even the tea wafting up from the mug smells suspiciously similar to the blend I use every day.

Warmth spreads through my limbs, rising to my cheeks as I stare up at Dain. He knows how I take my tea. He noticed what I eat for breakfast.

“Why are you doing this?”

Dain’s face tightens at my tone. “Yesterday was my fault. I shouldn’t have made you do extra laps.”

“You were just doing your duty, as my squad leader.” I insist, hoping my mentioning his authority and ranking over me stills the erratic way my heart is beating in my chest. It doesn’t.

Dain shakes his head. “I abused my power and I was wrong for doing that. I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

I was wrong.

I’m sorry.

The words echo between us. If I wasn’t holding on to the tray, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from stepping closer. From touching him. From trying to rid the worry lines between his brows and across his mouth. My fingers twitch, wanting to do just that.

“Dain,” I choke out, cheeks flaming. “This is… I’m…” I swallow, trying to catch myself and feeling incredibly stupid for treating him like shit all these months. “Thank you.”

He dips his head, trying to hide the smile tipping the corners of his mouth, but I still catch it. I relish in the way his face changes by the subtle movement. He no longer looks so serious and demanding. With that small smile, he’s boyish and attractive.

I can’t help but smile back, feeling a swell of triumph in seeing this side of him.

In this moment, I realize something. Crimson is the color of rubies and sapphires, precious and bold. The color of blood, rising from a fresh wound or upon heated cheeks. The color of a beating heart, racing with every pulse to a rhythm that flows between time.

Crimson is the color of Dain’s relic, inked upon the skin that peaks out beneath his collar. The color of his dragon, Cath. The color staining his cheeks and neck as he stares down at me. It’s the color beating in the air around us, flowing and pulling us together like a tether. It could be seen as fate or destiny, maybe even luck.

But this is the moment that I realize that Dain Aetos is the color of my veins, the red on my cheeks, the breath in my lungs, and the beat of my heart.

And it terrifies the shit out of me.

Part Two

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

❤ Yandere Firefighter ❤

Credit for the amazing pictures goes to: @d-lioncourt (thank you so much for doing them)

��� This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Manipulation; Memory Loss.

Special credit to @deceitfuldevout cause she's the one that came up with the idea, thank you!

--

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who jumps right into rescue when your building has a major fire on a Saturday night.

He doesn’t even hesitate before jumping into action, running inside the apartment complex, ready to save everyone. Control the damage. Be a hero. Save lives.

It’s his job, after all, right?

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who ends up saving what might be the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen in his life - yes, you.

Your hair is ruffled and your face is tinged with tears and black smoke, but his heart stops positively for a moment when his eyes land on you.

You’re passed out on the floor and for a moment, all of his world stopped and everything made sense. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who doesn’t understand what’s happening. Never had he been one to believe in love at first sight, not him.

He was the one that steered far away from cheesy foolish things such as commitment and marriage - casual hookups were more his style. 

But meeting you changed things. He experienced what he never thought would happen to him. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter that fights tooth and nail to be by your side when the paramedics step in to take care of you. You’re passed out, having inhaled too much smoke but they assure him that you’ll be fine. 

But still he doesn’t relax, unable to take his eyes off you. You look peaceful while sleeping, a comforting aura around you as you travel in the realm of dreams. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who comes to visit you at the hospital, claiming the plastic chair next to your bed as he waits for you to regain consciousness.

When the nurses ask him who he is, he shrugs off his shoulder, muttering something unsure and shaky that sounds a lot like ‘boy friend’.

Doctors say that might take a day or two, that you probably gained a concussion from when you passed out and hit your head on the floor. In the meanwhile he does some research, he’s got some connections in the local PD and uses it to do some much-needed research on you.

You’re originally from another country, recently having emigrated for work. You’ve got no family alive. Not much of a record in the police files. You’re low-profile, having a small job as a waitress in a restaurant near your apartment. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter whose mind drifts to the worst scenarios as he impatiently waits for you to finally wake up. How will you react to seeing him?

Will you feel the same ardent and powerful emotion that has him completely enamored to you? Will you accept him or his feelings?

His insides are dancing with anxiety and apprehension at what will happen next and he crosses his fingers in a silent prayer for you to love him back. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who is borderline starstruck when you groggily start opening your eyes, feeling himself falling in love with you all over again. 

He calls the doctors and then panic is installed in the room.

You can’t seem to remember who you are, what your name is. Nothing at all. Doctors try to comfort you, explaining it’s normal.

You just suffered a concussion. It happens. Your memory will come back one day - tomorrow or in two decades, the doctors aren’t sure of that. 

And then, you look at him for the first time, acknowledging his presence. Butterflies erupt wildly in his belly as you give him your attention, confusedly looking at him. 

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t.

But he still does. The answer is unconsciously on the tip of his tongue, just ready to be spilled as you question who he is. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who shamelessly lies about being your boyfriend, the answer coming firm and steady.

He feels guilty for doing this, but isn’t this a great chance? It’s destiny, telling him that maybe he doesn’t need to spend months - or even years - courting you. 

So he takes the chance, creating a beautiful love story where you’re dating him. That you’re practically engaged.  

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who tells himself that this isn’t lying. It’s just…forcing the circumstances a bit. All the indecision and fear is resolved when you accept his answer, not throwing a thousand questions his way - questions he doesn’t have answers to.

No, you’re calm, almost passive about it. You don’t cry in frustration of losing all your memories, accepting the short answers he gives to appease you, making up some of them.

He sighs in relief at how docile and sweet you are. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who kisses your knuckles, promising that you and him - together - will make new memories. The ones that will last for the rest of your life.

Promises to keep you safe and sound. To marry you. To love you. To cherish you. To treat you like the precious diamond you are. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who finally takes you to his apartment - your new home.

He doesn’t lie about what happened, saying that you were almost at the point of moving in together when your apartment burned.

Hence why your clothes aren’t in the wardrobe, but promises you can use his until he takes you shopping. 

Immediately falls in love with how cute you look with his oversized hoodie on, despite the slight uncomfortable expression on your face. Almost makes him want to keep you forever in his clothes. 

◾ Yandere!Firefighter who induces you into taking upon the domestic chores. Keeping your mind and body busy - hopefully that’ll help keeping old memories away. Memories where he doesn’t exist.

He never thought he’d be one to enjoy coming home to a freshly cleaned apartment, a meal ready to be served and a pretty girl waiting for his arrival but he loves it. 

He kisses you softly every time he arrives from work, making sure he doesn’t smell like smoke - doesn’t want the smell to trigger something in you - hugging you tightly before you pull away. 

You’re always reluctant when it comes to PDA, as if your subconscious knows there’s something wrong even if you don’t voice those thoughts.

But with time, he hopes to convince you to do more than just a few rushed shallow kisses and awkward cuddles where you pull away after five seconds. He says it’s okay, being understanding of your reactions but the fact is that he’s aching for you.

He wants you so bad that he has to rub one off every night, hidden in the bathroom cause sleeping in the same bed as you is so fucking tempting. 

Maybe once you’re finally married, he can convince you to accept him - all of him. Soon enough, he’s on one knee, presenting you a ring that he immediately slides on even if you didn’t answer. 

You’re his and that’s all that matters.

[kotton-kandy953]

❏ 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐘 !

➛ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ! (𝟏/𝟐)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! master ! venti x fem ! maid ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . cult-ish behavior, idolatry, obsessive themes, possible inaccuracies in how cults work, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . In which you wake up in a strange mansion with amnesia, the kind owner takes you in for you to stay there. But not everything here is as it seems.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I wrote this to manifest Venti (hopefully he’s not ooc) when I pull for him, let’s pray this works. I may make a part two but I won’t make any promises || inspired by this

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 2.6k

It was dark.

Not only dark, but quiet, too quiet. Your body felt weak and heavy.

Where am I? You panicked, Am I… home? You thought hopefully, your eyes slowly blinking awake. Your blurred vision slowly focused in on someone standing above you. It was a man, a man with dark hair that faded into a light teal.

Dark haired man, soft facial features, beautiful, teal eyes… I’ve never seen him before… You wondered as he opened his mouth to say something but you quickly sitting yourself up cut him off.

You probably shouldn’t have sat up so fast because that made your head throb in pain. You clenched your eyes shut and groaned with your hands on your forehead. Wait, your forehead was bandaged up?

The resting smile on the man’s face slowly faltered as he saw you in pain, “Hey, you had quite a fall last night…”

You blinked, your mind subconsciously ignoring the rest of his words, “Fall?” I fell? When did that happen?

You couldn’t remember anything, you can’t even remember where you were last night or anytime yesterday!

“Th- thank you for your help but…” you quickly jump out of bed, but the second you stood on your feet your legs trembled and your head throbbed. It felt as if you had been hitting it with a brick for the past hour.

And your legs, your legs were weaker than they’ve ever been… d- did I have a concussion!? Maybe you did have a rough fall…

“…but I need to get home! I… I have to…” you trailed off, feeling dizzy.

“…have to…?” He raised an eyebrow at you, expecting you to go on.

“I- I don’t remember… what… I have to do.” Panic overwhelmed your injured body, you fell back against the bed for your legs giving out under you. “Wha… What’s wrong with me…!? why can’t I remember anything!?”

You knew you couldn’t remember, but by how you were reacting, what you needed to do was very important to you.

The man placed his hands on your shoulders, caressing them gently. “Hey, hey it’s gonna be alright…” He said gently in your ear, “Amnesia is a common symptom of a concussion, but it’s fine, I’ve gotten you now, Y/n”

You rested in the Man’s home for a day or two until you felt good enough to walk on your own, although, your headaches never really seemed to go away.

Your injuries were tended to not only by the dark hair man, but by the maids that work for him in this place, his mansion. His name is Venti.

There are about 10 or so maids who work here, (all women) in the age range of 19-21, you falling in that category. You haven’t seen all of them, but only a few from them changing your bandages or taking your temperature.

You later came to know that each one of these maids were Mondstadters, highly religious ones at that, who worship and follow the Anemo Archon Barbatos.

Once you got well, Venti (or Master Venti as the maids called), came in your room. You were visibly bored, having nothing to do for hours.

“Oh, Y/n!~” he sang, his voice light and cheerful.

You perked up, finally having at least a little entertainment from the Master of the Mansion, “Yes Venti?”

He seems a bit too cheery and playful to be a billionaire who has a bunch of maids literally working for him… You thought, but you quickly brushed it off.

“I have a proposal for you…” he sat beside your on the bed, his eyes never leaving your face, “You could either stay here with me and work for me as one of my maids, or you could leave this mansion and go back to your normal life.”

He leaned in close to you, his real eyes narrowing as he whispered, “the choice is yours, Y/n.” You instinctively shifted away from him, your face getting a bit hot.

Oh, how you would’ve loved to go back, but the only problem with that option was that you don’t remember your address. Hell, you don’t even remember where you’re from, if you worked, nothing!

So you, of course, chose the most reasonable option, and that is to stay with him. “Well, I don’t really know what I need to go back home to so… yes, I’ll stay.” You gave him a smile and he returned it with a laugh and an even bigger grin.

“Hee-hee! Oh, that’s perfect! I’ll have you start right away!!… Only if that’s alright with you my Cecilia!” He was so happy you had decided to stay with him, a bit too happy…

“My Cecilia?” Does he call all of his maids that?

Without giving you a second to really comprehend what you just signed your life away to, he dragged you out of bed and stood you in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. You couldn’t help but notice how disheveled you look. You no longer had the bandage on your head, and you’re wearing a pretty casual outfit. Sadly, due to your memory loss, you’ve forgotten what you wore this outfit to.

“I’ll get your uniform prepared for you, Y/n,” Venti grinned, “I just need you to tell me your size, Cecilia.”

Oh, he just knew you’d be beautiful as one of his maids… Just by the way he can’t pry his eyes off of you. But he has to control himself, it’d be bad him to show favoritism for one of his maids. Just like an Archon loving all of their followers equally.

It wasn’t long before Venti returned with your uniform, it was a long black dress down to my ankles, a white apron and a lacy headpiece with ribbons. It was a pretty generic maid dress, but it wasn’t nothing.

You spun around a few times in the mirror admiring the cute dress, although it was a bit tight in the chest area.

Venti’s eyes lingered a second too long, then forced himself to snap out of it. I can’t get too attached to my maids he thought.

Clearing his throat, you turn to look at him. “Is it alright or do I need to get you another size?” He asked, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You failed to notice his gaze when you shook your head, “Oh, no, it’s perfectly fine.”

“Perfect! I’ll let one of my maids show you around. Her names Maria and I believe she’s about your age.” He left for a minute or two and returned with a pretty woman with light brown hair and black-brown eyes. She, of course was wearing the maid uniform.

“Y/n, this is Maria. Maria, Y/n. I’m optimistic that you two can get along,” He winked before leaving the room in a bit of a hurry.

You wondered whatever he could be doing, but your thoughts were interrupted by Maria. “So you’re the young lady Lord Barbatos was talking about.” She plastered a smile on her face and reached out her hand for you to shake.

Reluctantly, you took her hand, “Lord Barbatos?” What’s that about? You thought.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve been here for a while and this is the first time I’ve had a conversation with someone that isn’t Venti or about my injuries…”

She pursed her lips together at the tone of familiarity at how you said his name. “…Venti…”

“Ah, yes, well I’m glad to be someone you can talk to.” She smiled at you but it didn’t seem entirely genuine. You would’ve taken note of that but you honestly could care less about what she thought of you.

“Me too,” You responded.

You and Maria walked for what felt like hours through every single room on all three floors of this huge mansion. Not only that, but she explained every detail of every nook and cranny of this place. But you did learn some valuable information.

This mansion is deep in the woods of Mondstadt and no one is allowed to stray too far away from the mansion. She says it is because “Lord Barbatos told us that vicious monsters lie in these woods, so it’s not safe to wander too far.”

And that “Whoever deliberately tries to leave him or say anything against the Anemo Archon is “taken care of.” None of the women here exactly know what that’s supposed to mean, so we all try our hardest to be on her best behavior!”

The way the words came off of Maria’s mouth was so easily and casually was a bit… disturbing. It’s almost as if she doesn’t even understand that this wasn’t normal. Is it normal?

“Does- Does that mean he kills them-!!?“ you shriek, her hand swiftly coming up to cup it over your mouth as you struggle against her.

She pressed a finger against her lips then removed her hand for your mouth, “Don’t. Say. That.” Maria stated firmly, her eyes widening.

“But why…?” You muttered quietly. Her black irises shook with fear as they look to her upper left.

You followed her gaze and there it was, a security camera. She composed herself and plastered that fake-ass smile on her face again, on the contrary, your eyes remain wide and as shocked as she was as she drags you along by your wrist. “How about we visit the library again, hm?”

In the library, Maria drags you behind a bookshelf, one of the only camera blind spots in the Mansion.

“What did you think you’re doing shouting such… such nonsense like that! Ven- Lord Barbatos would never, ever do such a thing!!” She cried, “Do you want to get us punished!?”

Punished? “I feel like that’s the least of our worries right now,” you whisper-shouted, “we need to get out of here right now!”

You tried walking away but she only yanked you back over to her. Seriously, she needs to stop manhandling me…

“You can’t leave, haven’t I told you? Lord Barbatos would be furious! Not only that, but monsters roam in the wood beyond this mansion.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “he told us that the last young lady who left to retrieve something from the woods never came back.”

She sighed, “But why would you ever want to leave anyway? He has treated your wounds, he’s feeding and sheltering us in this nice home, and all he asks for in return is your labor.”

You froze. You can’t deny that Maria put up a good argument. And yet, something about this place just creeps you out anyway.

“Maria, why do you call Venti “Lord Barbatos” rather than “Master Venti” like the other maids? Isn’t Barbatos an Archon, a god?” You cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only scoffed, “Just what’s so wrong with me referring to my god as a proper title? Who do you think you are saying his name like that, he’s not your friend from high school, you know.”

You only rolled your eyes, “But Venti- oh- sorry, “Lord Barbatos” isn’t a god, or is he?”

“Yes he is!” She exclaimed, a bit too defensive.

“All of the women here are from here, the land of freedom, so naturally we worship the Archon Barbatos. But since “Venti,” as you may call him, is such a faithful man, many of us believe that he is Barbatos. So we worship Venti as our Anemo Archon.”

This is insane.

Venti? A god? And if this is true, then why didn’t he tell you this in the first place…

“Let me get this straight,” you laughed with a hand rubbing your temple, feeling a light headache coming back, “Venti is the Anemo Archon?” You thought that everything coming out of her mouth was complete nonsense and you made that blatantly evident.

“It’s really not that hard to believe, Y/n.” She crossed her arms.

For the rest of the morning you and Maria just organized books while keeping the subject on other things.

“How long have you been here, Maria?”

“About 6 months, but it only feels like a few weeks… oh, how the time flies by…” she let out a dreamy sigh before continuing, “All of the girls who work here are hired at the same time by our Master but…” she trailed off.

“…But I guess Lord Barbatos made an exception for you…” she had a tone to her voice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Finally it was lunchtime, you had worked up an appetite after all the walking work you did.

All the the maids met in the kitchen after one or two of them had prepared a meal for everyone. Just as you were about to sit down, one had stopped you.

She seemed about your age with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, her name was Amalia. “Could you please bring this up to Master Venti for me?” She handed, more like shoved you a tray of food. On it was a nicely prepared male and a drink.

“Thanks!”

“H- Hey- but…” you tried off, she was already gone. …But I’m hungry too…

With a dramatic groan, you left the kitchen with the tray. You weren’t really left with much of a choice….

It took a while for you to carefully balance the tray in your hands while walking up three flights of stairs, but you made it. Walking up to his room, you knocked a few times and waited.

“Come in!” Venti shouted through the door. Slowly, you walked in his room. It was a pretty normal bedroom giving that he was treated like a god according to Maria.

He was sitting at the desk in his room, his cheek resting in his palm as he stared at you. His eyes lingering on the chest area of the dress he picked out…

“Ah, Hi Y/n! I wasn’t exactly expecting you to bring this up to me, haha,” He smiled with a small laugh.

You set the tray down at his desk. At first, you were going to ask why he doesn’t eat with the rest of the maids, but the thought slipped your mind when he started up a conversation with you.

“How are your injuries?” He enquired, not paying any mind to the food in front of him. “You having anymore headaches?”

What’s with the sudden interrogation? “Uh, kinda. Actually, I feel a lot better than before. Only a couple of headaches here and there…”

“That’s good! Other than the headaches though, I’m so glad you’re feeling better, my flower.”

“Oh, thank you… Venti.” You turned to leave then stopped yourself, remembering one last thing.

“Oh, and I have a question…”

He looked at you again, a curious glint in his teal eyes, “Yeah?

“Are you actually Barbatos? Like, the Archon Barbatos?” His eyes widened. It was a bold question, yes, but he wasn’t surprised by the question but by how straight-to-the-point you were.

He laughed a bit then said, “Well, do you think I am?”

You pursed your lips together, not exactly knowing how to respond. “I hope you enjoy your meal,” you smiled and left the room.

He watched you intently as you exited, his eyes lingering on the door after it shut behind you.

Quickly, he snapped himself out of it, “Archons, what am I doing!? I can’t get too attached to her- any of my maids! I just can’t!”

He put his face in his hands as he tried to clear his racing mind. “Haha, how can I stop thinking of her? She’s just so… special”

“Yes, “special” like every single one of my followers.”

“Because I treat all of my maids equally.”

proceed to part two !!

[c-is-for-circinate]

It feels like there's this narrative that fandom keeps wanting to explore, with Steve Harrington, about this very specific type of martyrdom where self-sacrifice is an expression of a lack of self-worth. And, like, yes, write the narrative that's meaningful to you, and yes ok Steve does admittedly get beaten up a lot, but -- legitimately I do not think this narrative is actually Steve's story.

Like, without gendering things too much, there is something in the Steve fanon that I keep seeing that's so reflective of the specific kind of sacrifice and societal pressures exerted on girls, specifically -- this story of 'you make yourself worthy and worthwhile by carving pieces out of yourself', of believing that you must always give and never receive to justify the space you take up in the world. Yes, boys can experience this same pressure (and obviously trans and nb people of all genders run into it as well! sometimes a lot!), but especially in the mid-1980s cultural context where Stranger Things takes place, it's just...really not likely to be a dominant narrative for Steve to be operating under? It doesn't even really match the Steve we see on screen -- who is happy to make sacrifices for the sake of others, yeah, when needed, but who's not particularly kind or giving unless somebody asks first.

And Steve does get hurt a lot on other people's behalf! And this is a problem! It's just a completely different problem than the one fandom keeps writing.

Steve, and I'm going to say this forever, is a story about toxic masculinity, which the show may or may not even know it's writing. The archetypes influencing Steve's character as it shows up on the screen (and the stories and messages that Steve would actually be surrounded by in his actual life) are not deconstructions of suffering heroes who never should have had to fight in the first place and were destroyed by it. That's the Buffy the Vampire Slayer story. Steve's not Buffy. Steve's cultural context is Indiana Jones.

Steve is The Guy! And part of being The Guy is that you're expected to take the hits -- not because Steve is less important than the women-and-children he's supposed to protect, but because, the story says, he will get less hurt. Why should Steve get in between Billy and Lucas? Because Steve is an eighteen-year-old athlete and Lucas is in middle school, and of the two of them, Steve actually stands a chance. (And yes, Steve got badly hurt there, and Max had to save him -- but if Lucas, if Max had taken that beating they would not have been running through those tunnels later.) Was somebody else better-qualified to dive down to the uncertain bottom of a cold lake in the middle of the night? Steve doesn't list his credentials there as a way of justifying some ideal of martyrdom; he is literally the most likely person on the boat not to drown.

And make no mistake: when Steve's pulled into the Upside-Down, he survives the bats long enough for backup to get there. Realistic or not, he's apparently tough enough that he's physically capable of hiking barefoot through hell without much slowing down. Steve is the tank for the same reason as any tank: because he literally has been shown to have the most hit points in the group. You cannot honestly engage with Steve in this context without dealing with the fact that he's right.

AND THIS IS A PROBLEM! This is still a problem! But it's not the same problem that fandom seems to expect. It's not an expression of caretaking or the need for self-sacrifice; it's not an issue with Steve valuing himself less. It's an issue of toxic masculinity so ingrained that Steve doesn't even recognize he's suffering from it, because one of the tenets of toxic masculinity is that Big Strong Guys don't suffer. It's just a concussion, it's fine, he'll walk it off. It's not that Steve thinks he deserves to get hurt, or even that he's less deserving of safety than the others. It's that absolutely nothing in his cultural context allows him to admit that he can be hurt in a significant way.

There's still so much tension that can be gotten out of this situation, I swear. There's so much that can be explored in writing! Hell, the show itself is deconstructing some of this trope, believe it or not, by giving us a Steve who absolutely can take all the hits thrown his direction but still doesn't know what the fuck he's doing with his life. It turns out that doing his job as The Guy is only mildly helpful in horror movie situations (mostly by buying time for smarter, squishier people to do the damage from behind him), and somewhere a little worse than useless in everyday life.

But Steve does not go out of his way to self-sacrifice, he really doesn't. He just does his job. He's The Guy. Of course he's not going to let a kid or a girl or some scared skinny nerd who just learned about monsters yesterday take the hits. Of course Steve's got this.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Secret Admirer" - *Mystery Wrestler* X Female Reader (Part 1)

Title: Secret Admirer Summary: When your office's lights go out after weeks of being gifted with flowers and love notes–from a secret admirer, you're freaked out, to say the least. But then a warm mouth claims yours and all fear leaves… Pairing: Mystery Wrestler X Female Reader (Mystery Wrestler will be revealed in part two so stick around. Though this may be obvious enough for you to figure out by reading part one only, lol.) Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some sexual themes but nothing graphic.

Note: It's on the short side but I hope it is enjoyed! Stick around for Part 2 to find out who the admirer is!

Secret Admirer

You walked up to your office door, prepared to treat one of the wrestlers for WWE, Chelsea Green after her match with Zelina Vega at Saturday Night Main Event that night. She needed her nose checked out after a 619 from Zelina. You opened the door to your office and were surprised to find a large bouquet of pink roses–your favorite flower–sitting on your desk.

"Oh, wow, someone has a boyfriend that loves them!" Chelsea chuckled, and then winced slightly, and held her nose.

"Oh, stop it," You smiled, flushing slightly. You left out the bit of info that you'd been getting cards, letters, poems and flowers for weeks now. And you had no idea who was sending them. Nor did you tell her that you'd been answering them. You had to admit, you had a crush on whoever was doing this. As long as it wasn't a creeper. Which, you had a strange undeniable feeling that it wasn't a creeper. It was actually quite romantic. "And be careful. If you have a broken nose you could make it worse. Sit down on the table." You instructed Chelsea. "Are you light headed at all? Did you lose consciousness?"

"No, and no," Chelsea answered as you flashed your pen light across her pupils. They dilated normally.

"I'm not seeing any signs of concussion," you told her. "But are you sure you're feeling all right, other than the nose?"

"Yes, other than the bleeding nose and pain along with it, I'm fine. My husband was sitting in the front row and saw me take the 619. He wanted me to get checked out."

"Ah, yes, the worried husband." You replied with a smile. "I understand his worry. Let me check your nose out." You gently prodded the bridge of her nose and felt for any shifting of bone underneath the skin. "That hurt?"

"Not badly. And the bleeding has stopped. That's got to be good, right?"

"Probably. Can you breathe through your nose without any obstruction?"

Chelsea took a breath through her nose and let it out normally. "Yeah. It's fine. I think it's just a bloodied nose."

You nodded "I think so too. Just be as careful as you can for the next few days, and let me know if you have any issues. Get to the ER for any emergencies."

The brunette nodded and lowered herself to her feet. "Thanks Doc."

"You're welcome."

Chelsea left and you turned your attention to the bouquet of roses. You picked up the card wondering what your admirer had to say now. Tearing open the envelope to the letter. You read:

How was your day today? I hope you had a wonderful, calm one. You deserve it with all the chaos that ensues around here. I've never met someone as caring and devoted to others, as you are. I sadly don't have a lot of time to write a letter today, what with Saturday Night Main Event, but I will leave you with a famous poem that describes how I feel about you.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

Love,

Guess Who 😉  XXX

Your heart was racing by the time you finished reading the poem. He'd all but admitted to being in love with you.

"Who in the world is this," you wondered aloud.

You quickly bent over your desk and scrawled out a message to your admirer and planned to leave it in the crack of your door so they'd find it.

It read:

Thank you so much for the beautiful roses and the lovely poem. I have to say I have no idea who you are though! Could you give me some hints? I'm totally in the dark. Are you a wrestler? A referee? A security guard? Maybe a fellow trainer? Maybe we should meet. I mean, what's the point in all the romance if I never learn who you are?

Curiously yours,

~Y/N

Quickly, so you could finish up work, you tucked it through the crack in your door and clicked the door shut so it would stay in place.

The main event of the PLE was over and you had a few files to document on. So you began by pulling Chelsea's file up on your computer, and began working. Quickly documenting that you'd checked her for a concussion as well as a broken nose, you then typed in that you were confident no broken nose was evident.

Suddenly, you heard a whoosh!

Your note!

The admirer had taken it!

You rushed to the door and opened it, stepping out into the hallway. You looked both ways of the hall and saw nobody.

Not. A. Soul.

"Okay this is not fair," you muttered to yourself, going back inside the office. You closed the door behind you and continued to gripe. "He has the advantage of knowing who I am, but I have no clue who he is!"

You heard a commotion coming from down the hallway to your left and turned your head to face it.

Drew McIntyre was being escorted to… your office? It appeared that way. He was holding his head and griping the whole way about Damien Priest.

"I'm gonna kill him!" He was saying. "If he gave me a concussion with those chairs, he's DEAD."

"Drew, calm down," you said, stepping aside so the refs and security could help him into your office. "If you do have a concussion, your rage can make things worse."

"Don't tell me to calm down, lass," he sneered. "I-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," You said, waving him off. "Sit."

Surprisingly, he obeyed. He glared, but he obeyed and sat down at the end of the exam table. The security team and referees all left to give some privacy for him to be examined.

Once again, you took out your penlight and then began checking his pupils. You had him follow your finger with his eyes, and his vision wasn't blurring–to hear him tell it at least.

"I think you're okay, Drew," you replied, putting your penlight away. "No signs of a concussion."

"Good," he said, letting out a breath. "I'd hate to have to-" He looked at the doorway and smirked. "Thanks, Y/N," he said abruptly. "I'll see you soon." He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Later, lass."

You followed the trail his gaze had made to the doorway, and spotted Damien standing there. Not looking too happy.

But your attention was on how Drew had kissed your hand. Was he the admirer? Part of you felt disappointed. Drew was a handsome guy all right, but he lacked something. Personality? No, he had plenty of that. Compassion for others? Maybe. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

You turned your attention to Damien then and smiled. "Everything okay?"

He smiled back, and moved a little ways out the door. "Yeah, just coming back here to make sure he didn't terrorize the trainers and take it all out on ya." Then he turned and left.

You nodded as he left, and said "bye" softly. Sitting back down at your desk, you sighed. Yet another file to document on.

You'd just pulled it up when the electricity seemed to go out in your office. All the lights went out and you were left in the almost pitch black darkness since you had no windows in your office.

You groaned. And stood to your feet.

"What now?"

Your laptop let out a slight light, but it blinded you rather than helped you to see, since the light was facing you and not away from you.

You did see the silhouette of a large hand reach down and slam the laptop shut, however.

Now you were in pitch blackness.

"What's going on-"

A hand clapped gently over your mouth, and you were pushed backward against the wall behind you.

You cried out, though the strong hand blocked any sound you made. You began to struggle, growing frightened. This was like something out of a horror movie.

"Shh, shhh… don't be afraid…" came a whisper. Hands held you in place, gently but firmly.

You fought to recognize the voice but you couldn't hear well enough to decipher it.

A hand held you in place by your throat, a thumb stroked over your pulse, lazily.

"Please… don't hurt me," you cried softly, shivering.

"Never." came another whisper. Warm, minty breath brushed across your cheek.

Then…

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight…"

Your shivers lessened and you stood listening as the man recited the poem that your admirer had written to you earlier.

"You're… Him," you spoke softly. "Why did you kill the lights? I want to see you."

"I'm not ready to reveal myself to you, but I just had to…" He paused in his speech. You could hear the frustration in his voice. His finger traced lightly over your lips. Your breath came out shaky.

And then his warm mouth was on yours–he tasted of chocolate and mint. Like he'd eaten a box of Junior Mints.

You whimpered as his tongue urged your mouth to open. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Open for me, sweetheart." Then his mouth was on yours again, his tongue slipped past your parted lips and tasted you fully. He groaned–as if he was a man in the desert, dying of thirst, and he'd been given a drop of water.

The moan that tore from your throat sounded straight up indecent. But you didn't care. He was making you feel things you hadn't felt in a very long time. Maybe ever.

You don't know what possessed you, but you ran your hands up underneath the shirt he wore and over his flat, chiseled stomach. He groaned again, and froze for an instant. But only an instant.

Then his hands were freeing you of the lab coat you wore, and then wandering, all over your body. You felt your skirt being hiked up around your waist. And then you were being carried over to where you assumed the large sofa was. You were laid down and the next thing you knew you were unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them in the dark.

"What if someone comes in," you asked, more to yourself than him.

"I locked the door," he whispered quickly.

"I'm crazy," you uttered, helping him undress you. "I've got to be losing my mind."

But not crazy enough to stop.

And then you felt him move over you, bracing his hands on either side of your shoulders…

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

"Sweetheart, I need to leave now."

You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice in your ear. Had you dozed off?

The sex had been amazing enough to make you pass out for sure, but had you really?

"What time is it?" You asked quickly.

A chuckle.

"It's not been very long since we…finished." He whispered. "I'll make sure your lights come back on and I'll lock the door behind me. So you can dress."

"Wait! You can't do this! We just… we just…"

"Made love?" he supplied.

"Well, yes," you cried. Tears formed in your eyes. "I need to know who you are!"

"You will when the time is right." A soft kiss to your mouth. "I promise." His voice was more distant. He was leaving you.

You heard the door open, the lock click, and then the door shut again.

A sob exploded from you. "How could I have been so stupid? He's probably married and just wanted some fun on the side." You sniffled, and wiped your eyes. "Fine. Lesson learned, jackass."

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

A couple months had passed since that fateful evening. You'd heard from your secret admirer plenty, but you'd chosen to ignore all the messages, due to your hurt and distrust of the man now.

He'd plagued you with flowers, cards, more love letters and poems, but you were just done.

Who makes love to someone without even showing their face, you wondered. Better, yet, how was I so stupid to make love with someone whose identity I didn't know? "It serves me right," you'd muttered to yourself.

Now, you were checking over Lyra Valkyria's shoulder. "I think you need to get to the hospital," you told Lyra. "The pain is bad enough that you nearly passed out, Lyra," you continued as she fought to argue. "There's only so much I can do here."

"Man," Lyra groaned. "If I have injured myself, I'm gonna scream."

"Try not to worry," you assured her. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Just… go get checked out to be safe. Do you want me to arrange for an ambulance, or can someone drive you?"

"I'll have Becky an' Seth drive me. No need for an ambulance."

You nodded, and helped Lyra down from the exam table. "Okay. Take care, Lyra."

"You too, Y/N."

You watched her leave, and trembled as your vision blurred. A sudden bout of dizziness attacked your senses and you held your hand to your forehead.

"Wh-who's n-next?"

You'd had a line of a few wrestlers waiting to see you for some injuries and ailments and the next one in line walked in your door.

Just as you dropped in a dead faint.

When you came to, which seemed like mere seconds later, you were lying on your exam table and one of the other veteran female trainers–Patricia–was checking you over. You tried to sit up, but a hand held you down.

Glancing up, you saw it was Damien Priest. Next to him stood a concerned-looking Jey Uso.

"Stay laid down, cariña," Damien said, his bass voice reverberating in your ears. "You were out cold for about five minutes."

You groaned. "Did I hit my head? Check me for a concussion please," you requested of Patricia.

"You didn't hit your head," she replied comfortingly. "The guys here," she said, indicating Damien and Jey, "moved like lightning and caught you."

"Thank you," you said, glancing up at the large Puerto Rican and Samoan.

"You're welcome," they replied in unison.

"I can't find any reason for you to faint," the older woman said. "Your vitals are fine. Have you eaten today?"

"I threw up, actually." You replied. "I was sick to my stomach and thought eating something would help. But it didn't."

The trainer looked at you for a moment. "Guys," she addressed both Damian and Jey, "I need to talk to her privately."

The two nodded reluctantly, and then quietly left the room.

"What is it," you asked. "What do you know that I don't?"

"Could you be pregnant?"

"No! Absolutely not-"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, yes, I-"

"Can you think of any other reason why you'd be vomiting and fainting?"

You started to answer immediately, but then something stopped and made you really think about it.

We didn't use protection, you realized. It all seemed so surreal, we didn't take the time.

"Could you have an unknown diagnosis you don't know about yet?"

"I don't know!" You burst into tears suddenly, covering your face with your hands.

"Okay…" The trainer said. "Please don't get upset at me, but are you feeling hormonal?"

"I don't know!" You cried again. "You went from suggesting I'm pregnant to something more dire!"

"Calm down, hon," Patricia said, patting your shoulder. "We'll figure this out. FIrst thing's first." She went over to a drawer and pulled out a digital pregnancy test. "Go take this, and we'll go from there."

Nodding and wiping at your tears with the tissue that Patricia handed you, you tucked the test into your purse discreetly and headed for the bathroom. Within minutes you were sitting on a toilet and waiting on the result. It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Beep-Beep-Beep!

You looked down at the test.

PREGNANT

"Oh, my God…"

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Wildflower-Part 6

Jay Halstead x Reader (Nicknamed Wildflower)

When you wake up you find out Jay hasn’t left the hospital since you were brought in.

Everything hurt. Your head was throbbing, your entire abdomen felt like it was being squeezed tight and your left wrist was in a vice grip it felt like. You groaned as you opened your eyes. April was next to your bed on one side and smiled “Welcome back, you scared the hell out of us” you laughed lightly, the sound choked off when it caused a spurt of pain.

“Sorry, how long have I been out? What time is it? Leah is at daycare” she gently placed her hand on your shoulder “Calm down sweetie. Stella got Leah and took her home with her and Shay. Kelly is still in the waiting room along with Capp, Cruz, Violet and Carver..” she hesitated for a moment then said “Jay came in with them too and hasn’t left either”

“Jay? How did he even know?” you asked and she shrugged “From what I gather he rolled up to the scene not long before they called a mayday on you”  Oh god. That meant he was there when they brought you out, he saw them working on you.

“Is there any way I can talk to Jay and Kelly?” she nodded “For a few minutes but don’t overdo it. I’ll go get Will in the meantime so he can give you a once over” you smiled “Thank you” “Of course sweetie” 

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Jay hadn’t realized he’d dozed off until April shook his and Kelly’s arms. “Yeah, is she ok?” he asked and she smiled “She’s awake and she wants to talk to you both but remember she’s weak and needs to take it slow so don’t overwhelm her” 

Kelly cut his eyes at Jay “He won’t” and April raised an eyebrow “You either” and Kelly nodded with a small smile “Yes ma’am”

She waved with her hand “Come on. Will should be almost done giving her an examination to see how she’s doing after surgery”

Jay fell in step behind April and felt his heart pounding in his ears. You were awake. You were awake and wanted to see him. You were going to be ok, that’s all that mattered. No matter what you told him, no matter if you asked him to stay away. He would have to handle it just by knowing you were alive.

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“I won’t need help” you told Will and he crossed his arms staring you down. “Yes you will. For at least the first two weeks. Do you want to risk re-injuring and being home with only Leah?” you glared at him “That’s the lowest of blows Halstead” he shrugged “If it works, it works”

“I don’t have anyone besides fifty one. They all pretty much have families themselves to take care of. I guess I could ask Vi but she doesn’t exactly have two weeks of furlough to spare” he nodded “Or, hear me out you could ask the person who works for the Governor that bases a lot of her policies on families?” you raised an eyebrow and pointed to the door “Get out” 

He shrugged “I’m just saying sweetheart. He’d be more than happy to help you” you shook your head “I’m not using my baby to trap him nor am I using my injury” he shook his head “Ok but someone has to sign before I release you, just think it over”

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He opened the door to walk out and held it open for Jay and Kelly to walk into. Your eyes locked on Jay’s and he smiled slightly before you shifted your gaze to Kelly “How’d the fire go Lieutenant?” he shook his head “That woman got out just fine before you ask. Boden called another house in to help wrap it up so we could get to you”

Kelly walked over to pull you into a gentle hug “Don’t scare me like that again” he whispered and you nodded “Yes sir” he grinned “Leah is fine. Shay was happy to have her at the loft” you laughed lightly “I bet she was” you held your side and his eyes tracked the movement “You ok?” you nodded “I was just arguing with the elder Halstead so I refused pain meds. May have to call him back”

Jay pointed to the door “I’ll go grab him” you shook your head then winced at that, fuck you forgot the concussion. “I want to talk to you first before they give me something to knock me out” he nodded, cutting his eyes at Kelly. “Do you want me to stay or?” Kelly asked, nodding towards the door. “You can stay or go, up to you” he smiled “Then I’m going to go start calling people to let them know you’re ok”  Kelly patted Jay’s shoulder before walking out.

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Jay was looking everywhere but at you. Your face was bruised, the bandages, the wires monitoring you. If he looked at you, he may tear up again. “Jay” your voice was so light. When he finally allowed his eyes to land on your form you held your right hand out and he was across the room to your side before another breath could be taken.

He laced his fingers with yours, sinking into the chair next to your bed. “Firefights, IED, Bombs, hell I was in a blackhawk that nearly got shot down. Nothing has ever scared me like seeing Kelly carry you out of that building” your fingers tightened around his but even then he could feel how little strength you had. “I’m ok Jay” you whispered and he nodded “I know but I’ve sat there the last few hours..I couldn’t check on you..Leah couldn’t be with me..I was facing losing you both before I ever had a chance to actually have you both”

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You hadn’t thought about the fact that Jay didn’t know about your living will. “Jay I didn’t do that to hurt you or anything. That was before you knew about her, she has backup guardians too since we’re all at fifty one” he nodded, his eyes shining with tears “I know baby..sorry Flower”

You stared at your hand where he was gently tracing the lines of your knuckles “April said you happened to roll up to the scene?” he nodded, bringing his eyes up to your “I was just headed to lunch. I saw the trucks..figured if nothing else I could at least get a glimpse of you, convince myself you were ok”

You shrugged then winced “Yeah, sorry about that” he shook his head “No, don’t don’t do that” “Do what?” you asked and he waved a hand around “That thing you do where you make it into a joke when I actually try to talk about things” You turned to look away from him, taking as deep of a breath as you could and when that caused you to hiss in pain he stood up “I’m going to get Will”

“No” you replied a little too quickly. You’d page for pain meds after Jay left. You didn’t need him talking to Will and getting in his head that he needed to ask Governor Hernandez for time off. You would manage. Sylvie had to go by your place to go to the daycare, she could swing by and get Leah on the way to take Julia. You would just have to be extra careful around the house, lifting her may take some extra effort but you would be fine. At least she was still fairly little, then again if she was bigger and already walking that might make it easier.

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he stared at you. You started to shake your head then remembered the pain that caused.”I want to stay awake until Kelly checks on Leah” “Hmm” you knew that noise from Jay so you raised an eyebrow and fuck even that hurt. “What?” He shook his head “You’re acting like I don’t know every tell you have”

You sighed “I’m fine Jay, ok? Will is just being Will. Overly cautious” “How so?” he asked and you dropped your gaze down to the brace on your left wrist. “Flower, sweetheart either you tell me or I’ll go make him tell me” your eyes flew up at the threat “He can’t,Hipaa. You’re not on my emergency paperwork” He nodded slowly “Yeah and that may matter if I didn’t plan to catch him in the parking lot and just kick his ass like his brother if he wont tell me”

You sighed “I need help doing basic shit the first couple weeks to make sure I don’t reinjure myself. Will’s concerned if I overdo it I could hurt myself and end up with a lung filling up and be home alone with Leah” He pulled his phone out “Ok, I’ll call Hernandez. I’ve got time off I can take” you reached for his arm then groaned in pain. “Baby” he scolded, slipping his phone back into his pocket to help you lay back against the pillows.

You stared up at him once you were as comfortable as you could get “Don’t Jay” “Why not? You’re hurt, you need me. I’m here. Let me take care of you, please?” you shook your head slightly, careful not to hurt yourself “I don’t want you feeling like you’re responsible for me in any way”

“I don’t feel like I have to do it. I want to” he sat back down and reached for your hand with one of his, the other reached up to gently push your hair back from your face “Just let me help you, please”  “I can take care of myself Jay” you argued and he shook his head “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?”

“Well you never would’ve been my friend this long if I wasn’t” you joked and a small smile slipped onto his face “You’re hurt,you were in surgery for a couple hours. No one wants you to hurt yourself worse. No one wants to come by and Leah is screaming her head off because mommy is unconscious on the floor bleeding out”

“That’s low Jay, using our daughter” you whispered and his smile grew “You said our daughter”  you shifted around in the bed “You’ve made it clear you’re too damn stubborn to take every out I’ve given you. You’re not on the birth certificate, you’re not married to me. Hell, how would you even get time off?” 

“I’ll tell her the truth. I got you pregnant before I deployed, you were terrified I wouldn’t make it back so you were strong enough to shoulder it on your own because you didn’t want to feel like a burden but I’m here now and I refuse to let you face this alone. Add in the fact that you’re one of Chicago’s firefighters that got injured in the line of duty, protecting a civilian? She’ll be more than happy to give me a couple weeks off”

“Jay..” you started and he shook his head, tears in his eyes “Please. Flower, I thought you were dead. I had to know that if you died I’d never see your smile again, hear your laugh, never know our babygirl. Please just let me help you because I’m requesting the time either way so you’ll have the choice to let me in or I’ll just be sitting outside of your door until one of the neighbors call the cops and we both know that’s gonna get routed to Voight and then it’s just gonna get weird”

You groaned when a laugh escaped you “Ugh Jay, don’t make me laugh you asshole” he grinned “Is that a yes?” you stared at him “You can stay with me to help with Leah, just for her sake. As soon as I’m cleared to do stuff on my own you can go” he nodded “Of course. I’d never overstep” “Ok” you agreed and he smiled “Can I go chase Will down to bring you some pain meds now?”

You pointed to the little red button that was near his hand “Just tap that and it’ll call the nurses’ station. I’m sure somebody will come” He reluctantly pulled his hand out of yours then tapped it. A few moments later April came in carrying a medicine cup with pills in it and a cup of water “Ok Jay, you’ve got to go so she can rest”

He stood up then leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the side of your head that didn’t have stitches “I’ll tell Kelly to pop his head back in here before he leaves. I’ll come by before work to check on you, ok? In the meantime if you need anything, I’ll leave my number at the desk” “Ok” you replied and he nodded “Thanks April” then walked out. 

She looked from the door back to you “So?” you held up your right hand “I’d like to knock out now ma’am” she laughed and dumped the pills into your hand “Ok dear”

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When Jay made it into the hallway outside of your room Kelly was headed back to it and stopped him “Jay” “Yeah man, what’s up?” he asked and Kelly nodded towards your room “Stel is gonna bring Leah by to see her before taking her to daycare in the morning so if you want to swing by and see them both?” 

“Really?” Jay asked and Kelly shrugged “I’m man enough to admit when I was wrong. If you want to see your little girl just be here, I know I’d want to see Shay regardless of the situation” Jay nodded “Thank you Kelly” “Of course” Kelly replied then tilted his head towards your room “I’m gonna go let her know but see you in the morning?” Jay nodded “I’m gonna leave my number at the desk just in case she needs anything then I’m headed to home”

You were sitting up and already annoyed at still being in the hospital. You needed to talk to Will. You hoped if you told him that you had agreed to let Jay stay with you the first two weeks he may go ahead and cut you loose.

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When someone knocked you raised your voice “Come on in” April had helped you work a bruise through your hair and put a braid in it. By the time Will let you out the stitches would be set enough you would be able to wash it if you were careful. 

The door swung open and Stella stuck her head around it with a smile, Leah was on her hip “Hey mama. Kelly took Shay to school so I could bring this one to see you” You smiled just seeing Leah “My baby” Stella walked over to your right side. You leaned up to pull the pillow from behind you to put at your side so you could hold her. Stella passed her to your arms.

You smiled when she cooed and babbled at you. “Hey little miss” you cut your eyes up at Stella “How was she last night?” she nodded “She was ok, after she got to Shay” you grinned “She loves her cousin Shay” Leah giggled at just the mention of Shay. Stella gently cupped your chin, titling your head “You look rough babe” you scoffed “I feel rough but it makes me feel better seeing her”

She smiled and about that time there was another knock at the door. You raised an eyebrow but shrugged so Stella said “Come in” the door cracked open and Jay stepped in. Stella looked from him to you “Kelly filled me in on some things” “Like what?” you asked and Jay shook his head at Stella “What did I miss?” you asked and Stella smiled “Just Jay working his way slowly into our good graces again”

You shrugged, wincing when it pulled “Ok. Jay I’m guessing you want to see Leah?” he grinned “Please” “Of course” you told him and he quickly crossed the floor. He gently took her from your arms, leaning close enough to press a kiss to your temple. Once he had her in his arms the smile on his face grew “Hey babygirl”

Stella smiled “So, when are they gonna let you out of here?” you sighed “Hopefully soon, if I can get Jay’s brother in here to let him know I folded into letting someone stay with me the first two weeks” she raised an eyebrow and Jay grinned “She had a choice to let me in or I planned to just camp out on her doorstep” she nodded “That works”

Jay smiled at you “Whenever Will agrees to let you out I just have to let Governor Hernandez know. I already spoke to her. She’s more than happy to give me the two weeks furlough and if something was to happen after that where I needed to take off she’s more than understanding” you sighed “You’ll only need the two weeks, after I’m cleared where I’ll no longer be at risk of reinjury I can take care of myself after that” 

He cut his eyes at Stella but nodded “Ok”   

After Stella left to take Leah to daycare and Jay left to go to work Will finally came in to check on you. “How are you feeling?” he asked and you gave him a small smile “Ready to go home” he laughed “I know but you..” you cut him off “Need someone there? I know. I agreed to let Jay take two weeks furlough from Governor Hernandez to stay with me”

The shock was plain on his face “You did?” “I had no other choice. You wouldn’t have let me out of here and his ass would’ve been camping on my doorstep” you groaned. He grinned then assured you “Well you need the help. You don’t need to be lifting Leah, reaching above your head and to be honest you may need help showering” “Oh fuck you Will” you dropped your head back against the pillow, covering your face with your hands, the brace on your left wrist scratching your skin. 

“Flower” you slowly pulled your hands down to look at him and he was standing there with his arms crossed “What?” “What would you tell a patient?” “To listen to their doctor and to follow aftercare instructions” you replied and he raised an eyebrow. You held his eyes “I won’t lift Leah or reach over my head beyond that fuck off” he shook his head “Leah is going to be the most stubborn little girl that ever walked being a mixture between you and Jay”

“Well when can I leave?” you asked and he rolled his eyes “Let me do some scans but I should be able to cut you loose tomorrow” “Ok”

Part 7

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for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'angst with a happy ending' rated m wc: 1000 cw: mention of car accident, medical emergency, temporary amnesia tags: post-break up, assumed unrequited feelings, getting back together

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"Eddie, it's Steve."

Robin's words echoed in his head as he boarded the plane.

He left Steve three years ago because Steve told him to go, told him that if his dreams were so big that he couldn't stay then he had to leave and not come back.

Steve refused to talk to him since, refused to visit when all the kids came to his shows, refused to show up to Christmas at Wayne's.

So he shouldn't be on this flight to see Steve.

But Robin had insisted that Steve asked for him, and Eddie couldn't ignore the immediate need to be there for him.

Despite time, distance, and the constant feelings of regret mixed with heartbreak and anger, he still only wanted Steve.

He didn't know what happened, just that Steve had been in a medically induced coma for over 24 hours and the moment he woke up, he was begging for someone to get Eddie.

Robin had mentioned that he didn't seem to have all of his memories, but didn't tell him any details on which memories he may be missing.

He sat in his seat and hoped that whatever he was walking into would be closure for his heart.

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The kids were all sitting in the waiting room when he arrived at the hospital.

The moment Will saw him, hell broke loose.

"Who called you?" he asked.

"Robin. Are they letting people back?" Eddie asked.

"You shouldn't be here," Will said.

Eddie looked at his stance and couldn't help but smile. Will had grown incredibly protective of Steve after Eddie left, much to everyone's surprise.

"He asked for me. I promised I'd come if he ever needed me."

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Room 186. He was awake a little while ago, but they're only letting two people in at a time and Robin and Joyce have been with him for the last hour."

"Thanks."

Room 186 wasn't far down the hall. He could hear Joyce's motherly tone fussing while Robin sounded like she was rambling to herself.

When he walked into the room, his breath caught in his throat.

Steve was bruised, and half of his head was wrapped in bandages that looked like they needed to be changed.

But he gave Eddie a soft smile.

A smile he didn't deserve.

"Baby, tell Joyce to stop worrying herself to death over me. I'm fine."

Baby.

Robin and Joyce glanced over at Eddie, waiting for his reaction.

"I got it from here, Joyce," Eddie smiled at her and Robin, understanding coming over him swiftly.

"Alright, Eddie's got ya for a bit, but I'll be in the waiting room if you need me," Robin said, patting Steve's hand.

She gave Eddie a death glare on her way out of the room, silently suggesting that he would need a room at the hospital if he dared to hurt Steve in any way.

He sat down next to Steve, taking in his injuries.

"What took you so long?" Steve asked him, pouting slightly.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Got caught up with the band."

"But it's Wednesday. You don't have practice on Wednesdays."

Eddie sighed.

"Stevie, what year is it?" Had no one checked him for a concussion at any point in the last 12 hours?

"1988."

"It's 1991. You remember my band made it?" Eddie was going to get murdered by Robin for ruining whatever fantasy Steve's mind had settled on.

"What? But-" Steve's brows drew together as he tried to work through his own thoughts and memories. "You guys made it?"

"Yeah, we did."

They sat in silence while Steve processed.

Eddie felt the moment his memory started to come back, the room suddenly going cold.

"You left."

"Steve-"

"You left me," his voice broke, much like it had the night he screamed at Eddie as he walked out the door.

"I did."

"Why'd you come?"

"You asked me to. I'll always come when you ask."

Steve looked at him, his eyes heavy from whatever cocktail of drugs were flowing through his system, glassy with unshed tears.

"Then why did you leave?"

"You asked me to."

"I wanted you to stay. I always wanted you to stay."

"I wanted you to come with me."

They were both tense, Eddie's hands curled into fists against his thighs and Steve's body curling in on itself, preparing for a fight Eddie wasn't going to give him.

"I couldn't."

"I know."

"So, you'll leave again and I'll stay?" Steve asked, choking back a wet sound that Eddie recognized as a sob.

"I'll be here as long as you need me."

Steve searched his face.

"Why now?"

"Because you asked. Because I know what it's like to leave you and I know it's not worth missing you." Eddie gulped. "Because I love you too much to walk away from you again. Not unless it's what you want."

"I never want that."

"Then I'll be right here," Eddie reached for his hand, holding it gently in his own.

"You can't, though. You made it, Eds."

"I'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Okay?"

Steve stayed silent for a while, but didn't pull his hand away.

"You'll stay while we figure it out?" he finally asked.

"Yeah. As long as it takes."

"Seal it with a kiss?" Steve asked, the way he did when he asked for Eddie to promise that he'd take out the trash, or stop at the store, or love him always.

Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips to Steve's.

Steve smiled as he pulled away.

"First thing to figure out: a new car."

"You totaled it?"

"She was good to me for so long. Unfortunately, she took things worse than I did."

Hard to believe looking at how swollen and bruised most of Steve was.

But they sat and talked through his plans for another car, something he could take on longer road trips to visit all the kids at school, see a few of Eddie's shows.

They'd figure it out.

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°The crash°

Part two of the LN series:New Start

Word count:1458 words

Summary: You meet a nasty weather at one of your races ,your car had a front wheel lock-up and that led to a horrible crash which had Lando absolutely terrified and worried for you.

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It was now your second season. The team was proud of you, you were. Performing well and even had a few podiums. In the middle of the 2024 season came your first win and you realized how much you wanted that to happen again. To feel like a winner more often, and later your goal was to become a world champion. The goal has always been that but now..you were more determined and more excited to reach it knowing that you are capable of winning. Everything was perfect...Until it was not. People may think that it's normal to have big dreams and want them even more in your rookie era when you're still hungry for improvement and never pleased with something that was less than a podium. At least that's how you were like. Big mistake. Always pushed yourself to the limit and because you were new you didn't know when to stop. It was raining during the Belgian Grand Prix and it was your first race in such horrible weather. You were currently during the 26th lap of the race. You were wheel-to-wheel with your teammate Lando. He did have a faster pace so he was going to overtake you eventually. You defended the position with everything you had and paying more attention to him breathing down your neck, rather than your driving and where you were going was a big mistake. You rode the kerb making you lose control of the car and what was the cherry on top? Your front left wheel had a lock-up. You could barely turn and Lando couldn't avoid you either since he had another car on the outside. Worst crash of your life. You went flying and rolling into the barrier, your car looking like scrap metal and Lando with just the front wing being completely destroyed landed out of the track, near you. He got out of the car but you didn't.

What was taking you so long? He came to check up on you, talking to you, bumping your visor slightly but it was worthless. You didn't move. He got you out of the car with a panicked expression on his face and hands trembling, pulled you away from it and took your helmet off checking for signs that you were alive. The medical team quickly arrived, made sure Lando wasn't injured and quickly got you into the ambulance. Lando didn't know what happened for sure but he knew it was bad

During the post-race interview, Lando asked about you

"Y/N's crash was pretty bad. We were told she had a concussion and that she's still asleep"

Lando thanked the interviewer and bit his lip nervously. He felt guilty. Felt that if he avoided you the crash wouldn't have been that bad and that you would've been okay. His mind just replaying that scene over and over again...

After the interviews celebrations and the rest, he got showered, dressed and made his way to the hospital you were taken to. Mind blank and heart racing he waited to be given permission to visit you. He saw you still weren't awake and he hopes you'll be tomorrow.

"She's fine.. she's just resting. Tomorrow she'll wake up.."

Wrong. Every word he said. It was wrong. And later the doctors told him you were in a coma. Didn't know for how long but all Lando did when he heard the word coma was just freeze. A million thoughts were going through his brain and they were all blaming him.

A few weeks passed, then about two months which honestly felt like years for Lando. Coming to visit you whenever he could. Bringing you flowers and small gifts you'd see when you'd wake up. There were gifts from your friends as well and plenty of missed calls from your family.

You finally woke up. Your head buzzed a bit and you felt confused. What happened? Why were you there?

That didn't last for long because then it clicked. The crash, the sound of the ambulance and then..silence.

You saw all the flowers, some were already dead but the gesture was nice and it made you smile. Soon enough a nurse announced you woke up. You felt weak, your muscles were sore but it was normal after rotting in a bed for god knows how long. You pick up your phone, see all the missed calls and call everyone back to let them know that you're well and that you're finally awake. As soon as Lando got the news, he booked a flight to come see you.

You were drinking water when someone rushed in and over to you, hugging you tightly

"Hey, easy mate... it's good to see you as well Lan.."

"God I started to believe you weren't going to wake up. I'm so glad you're okay. It was all my fault I am so sorry Y/N"

The fact that Lando blamed himself made your heart sink. You were well aware none of what happened was on Lando and you tried to reassure him.

"Hey,Lan it wasn't your fault. It was raining, I got reckless and I should've been paying attention. Plus I had a front wheel lock-up so it's stupid of you to say that."

His eyes told you a lot. They seemed tired and slightly red. And god..you could tell he was on the verge of tears

"Lando it's okay don't cry mate. None of that is on you. Don't blame yourself"

You hugged him for a while and played with his hair gently. In that moment it just felt natural and you wanted to comfort him because he was your friend after all

It wasn't long before you started driving again and it felt good to be back home. You worked hard and got stronger physically and mentally which paid off. More podiums were coming your way and a few wins as well. Things were working out for you but you couldn't say the same about your teammate. His racing wasn't that bold anymore and he gave up fights so easily. Where was the guy who took risks, trying to win no matter what? He no longer had that fire..that ambition. He almost seemed frozen and afraid.

You decided to confront him about it because no driver in their right mind with the ambition of becoming a world champion would just give up their driving skills like that.

You knock on his driver's room and he replies with a shot "Come in."

You slowly open the door and peek your head inside "Lan, can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure."

You fully step into the room and close the door, crossing your arms in front of your chest and confront him

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean? I'm fine."

You roll your eyes and walk towards him

"You don't seem to be. Something pressuring you. a You're not the same Lando I knew three months ago, the old Lando clearly didn't give up positions that easily even if he wasn't top three"

"What's a position worth fighting for if it's not a podium, hm? And taking risks isn't all that."

"Taking risks is what makes you a world champion. Lando, what's with this tragic change so suddenly? Talk to me. You're my friend as much as you're my teammate"

He sighs and rubs his face, sitting down and then looking up at you

"Since your accident. I blame myself because if I had been more careful you wouldn't have been in a coma because the accident would've been worse Y/N."

You grab a chair and sit in front of him

"Lando you don't know for sure if it would've been better and it's not your fault. You had no fucking space mate. You didn't have where to go and even if you braked the same thing would've happened because you didn't have time to brake. Stop blaming yourself. This incident only holds you back. I am over it, everyone is over it and you should get over it as well. If you want to win you have to move on."

Lando just looks down, contemplating your words but not saying anything

"You know what you're capable of and right now you're the only one holding yourself back from progressing."

You stand up to leave and when you get at the door you said a few last words before exiting.

"I hope you take my advice."

And to your surprise he did. You're happy you were able to make him realize that it wasn't his fault but knowing him you knew he was still guilty but he just locked that thought away, not so deep, into his brain. And of course, something had to go wrong.

[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 14/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

(FYI Part 13 was only posted a couple of days ago, so you may have missed it.)

PART FOURTEEN

                He feels shaky and he’s sure it must be the shock. Shock that he’s alive and back on the carrier and not dying in a ball of heat and flame. He’s going to have nightmares. He knows already he’s going to have so many fucking nightmares because the last few hours have provided enough fodder for the rest of his life. Fucking hell.

                He’s alive.

                Oh.

                Oh he’s going to be sick.

                “Uh…”

                The corpsman is putting a container in front of him and Jake supposes he must look as good as he feels, if people can tell he’s about to empty out the contents of his stomach. He looks at his hands and they’re trembling. The corpsman takes the container and Jake mumbles his apologies under his breath and gets a pat to the arm for his troubles. He’s hooked up to a couple of monitors, can tell his oxygen saturation, pulse and blood pressure are all outside normal ranges but they are slowly creeping back there.

                “Fuck…”

                “You okay Lieutenant?”

                He looks to the side and Maverick is sitting there on another bed, legs swinging freely and he looks the picture of health and Jake hates him a little bit right in that moment. He doesn’t look like he’s experienced several near-death events one after the other.

                “Fine. Sir.”

                “Hmm. Yes. You definitely look fine.”

                Jake’s eyes narrow, wonders if he’s reading too much into the words, or tone. He wonders how much he could get away with right now and then blame it on his concussion. He’s already thrown Maverick out of the Hard Deck once and he lets himself imagine throwing him overboard here.

                “Now, I know you’re not feeling the greatest, but I really feel I need to ask –”

                “It’s none of your business sir.”

                “Let me ask my damn question Lieutenant.”

                Jake’s mouth clicks shut, but he can feel a muscle in his jaw twitching in irritation.

                “What kind of relationship do you think I have with my godson?”

                Jake blinks. Frowns. What the hell type of question is that? It’s not the one he was expecting.

                “Uh. I’m sorry sir?”

                “I’ll repeat myself. Change a couple of words. What kind of relationship do you think I have with Bradley?” Jake stiffens, wonders where the hell this is meant to be going. “Bradley, who is my godson…”

                “Oh.”

                “Lieutenant… Hangman. What kind of relationship do you think Bradley and I have?”

                “None at the moment.”

                Maverick pulls a face at that, and Jake feels a little vindictive, a little mean.

                “You didn’t know he was my godson. So. What kind of relationship do you think we had?”

                “I wouldn’t want to hazard a guess sir.”

                “Try. Because I’m sensing you’re thinking it was something it definitely wasn’t.”

                Jake huffs out an annoyed breath, because of course the man is right. He still feels like he’s going to throw up and he reaches out a hand for an empty container which the corpsman hands him, no doubt watching him and Maverick equally.

                “The way Bradley talks about you… well… to you. And you saying you had apologies to make… kind of thought he was using me to get back at you. That you were exes.”

                There. It’s out there. He can now have all his bad choices picked over and told how he’s gone wrong at every turn. Fucking great.

                “Not an unreasonable assumption I suppose, given the evidence you had. An incorrect one though.”

                “Yeah, no shit,” Jake mutters. “Sir,” he adds with a small eyeroll; Maverick simply seems amused.

                “Well. You said there was nothing with Bradley. Does your answer change now, knowing that I’m not his,” Maverick pulls a face. “Ex.”

                “Sir. With all due respect I really don’t know. I have met Bradley all of… three times now,” Jake says, and the fact that it’s only three startles him a little, because he feels like he’s made a big impact on Jake’s life with very little time. “I just… I want to know whether you’ll try and stand in my way either with regards to my career or with seeking something… more with Bradley.”

                “Only three times? Really?”

                “Yes. Really.”

                “Huh. Interesting.” Jake desperately wants to ask what is interesting, but he needs to throw up again, although there’s not much let in his stomach and he accepts the small cup of water from the Corpsman and nods very carefully to indicate he’s heard the instructions to sip slowly. “I… I have no influence at all on Bradley’s life. Haven’t for years. He’s made sure of that. And I won’t do anything to negatively impact your career.” Maverick pulls a face then and Jake wonders at it. “I mean I’ll try not to negatively impact your career, but whispers are that you disobeyed direct orders and came back to cover me…”

                “Uh. Yes sir.”

                There’s no point in not admitting it, it will all come out in the debrief anyway. And he has another three air-to-air kills to his name, even if he was a back seater for two of them. More nightmare fodder.

                “Well, I can’t say I don’t appreciate it Lieutenant. You might regret it, but you have my gratitude. As for Bradley, I wish you well. He’s… he’s a good man. Despite what he may think, I do want him to be happy.”

                “Yes sir.”

FIFTEEN

[mcrits]

kanthony ballet au!

Anthony has long since fallen out of love with ballet.

Ever since his father, a renowned dancer and head of the Bridgerton Dance Academy, passed away, Anthony has taken over his responsibilities. He rarely dances anymore, too focused on taking care of his family, keeping the academy running, and training the next generation of dancers, some of which are his own siblings.

One day, he's approached by his mother's dear friend Agatha Danbury, who asks if he wants to star in her upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. He tries to decline, saying that he's far too busy with the academy, but in typical Danbury fashion, he ends up agreeing before he's even realized it.

His mother thinks it'll be good for him to dance again. "Maybe it'll get you out of whatever rut you've been in," she says. Anthony rolls his eyes.

"I'm not in a rut, mother. I've simply been busy."

"Busy brooding, maybe."

Upon showing up for the first day of rehearsals, he meets his Juliet: Edwina Sharma, an up-and-coming dancer from India who is just making her debut in London's professional ballet scene.

She's talented and lovely with work with. She's graceful and the very image of excellence. She never seems to misstep or slip. Anthony could never dream of achieving such perfection, and he's been dancing in some form since the day he learned to walk.

She's kind, as well. When they arrive, during their breaks, and when they're preparing to leave, they get a chance to talk. When she asks him if he wants to get dinner with her after rehearsal one day, he finds no reason why he shouldn't.

She tells him about the stories she's been reading, and he tells her about his work at the academy. Usually, he'd be preening at the attention of a pretty, smart, and kind woman who is possibly into him, but for whatever reason, he isn't.

He has to, though, at least on stage. He has to lift her and press his body to hers and kiss her.

It's fine, but Anthony certainly doesn't feel any of the passion he once felt for dancing. He can't wait to tell his mother 'I told you so.'

Until two weeks before they're set to open, that is. Anthony is lifting her like he's done a hundred times before, but this time, she pushes off a bit too hard, sending them both off balance.

He has neither the reaction time nor the grip to keep her from falling. She falls to the ground with a loud thud and a gasp of pain. As Anthony stares down at her in shock, he winces. Her ankle does not look right.

He drives her to the hospital, where he waits with her until she can be seen and sits with her in the exam room as a doctor examines her ankle.

That is where he meets the older sister he has heard so much about. Kate Sharma.

She's like a storm, bursting into the room with who is presumably their mother in tow, demanding to know what happened and if Edwina's okay.

"I'm okay, didi," Edwina assures her. "It was just a lift gone badly, it's alright." Her face turns a little sad. "They think my ankle is broken, but they're doing an X-ray to be sure. I also have a concussion from my head hitting the floor. but I'm okay, I promise."

Anthony knows that there is no chance of her being well enough to perform in just a few weeks. But in this moment, he doesn't have much of a chance to think about it, because Kate turns to him. Her eyes are burning.

"May i speak with you in the hall, Mr. Bridgerton?"

Anthony snorts at the overly formal name. "Certainly, Miss Sharma."

As soon as the door closes behind them, Kate starts talking. "So, a lift gone badly. What happened?"

"Well, I had her, she pushed off a bit too hard, we both lost our balance, and I wasn't able to catch her."

Kate stares at him. "So you're going to blame her for you dropping her?"

Anthony frowns, his mind spinning. "Excuse me?"

"Don't think I don't know what's happening here, Bridgerton. I know you didn't want to dance again. I know you probably want a way out of this."

When Anthony processes what she's insinuating, he laughs. "You think so lowly of me that you think I'd drop Edwina on purpose?"

"Considering the way you've led her on, yes, I do."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Anthony asks. "I've just been nice! I've never given her any impression that there was anything between us other than friendship. Would you rather I be rude to her?"

"No, but I'd rather you not take her to countless lunches and dinners."

"Do you end up kissing every single person you go to lunch with? Uou don't have to do that, you know."

Late, breathing heavily with her rage, groans. "You are insufferable."

"Then you must be looking into a mirror."

Finally, Kate storms off, and Anthony shakes his head. Unbelievable.

He says a quick goodbye to Edwina, telling her to let him know about how her recovery is going, and heads home.

The next morning, rehearsal is surprisingly still on. He arrives, his heart dropping into his stomach as he sees who's sitting on the floor, pulling on her pointe shoes.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Kate looks up at him, her expression hardening. "I don't like it any more than you do, Bridgerton. But I know this show, and we only have two weeks until opening night."

This is going to be a long two weeks.

As much as Kate makes it her life's mission to piss him off, he does have to admit that she impresses him. She hasn't done the choreography in years, and yet she picks it up quickly.

But even with her fast pace, she still stays long after everyone leaves, rehearsing steps.

One night, against his better judgement, he agrees to stay late and practice with her. Despite his lack of passion, he does want to show to be as perfect as it can be.

That night, with just the two of them practicing passionate scenes over and over, Anthony truly sees her.

Kate is everything Edwina is not. She's stubborn where Edwina is easy-going. She's rude where Edwina is nice. She's reserved where Edwina is open.

Anthony loves it.

Finally, he gets a glimpse of his old passion. Their steps become routine, allowing them to focus on the emotion of the scene. Their bodies press together, and Anthony feels warm for the first time in a long time.

Their touches last longer than they should. They're closer than what's necessary.

As he walks forward to kiss her, they're both panting heavily, and his approach is much slower than it usually is. He can't help but savor the sight of her. Her cheeks are red and her hair is messy from the exertion. The blood leaves Anthony's brain.

Their lips connect, his hands going to grab her waist as usual, but this time?

Instead of leaning back and extending her arms out, she wraps both arms around his neck, going off pointe and burying a hand in the back of his hair.

He moans, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and she groans against his lips. His brain has completely shut off, and doesn't kick back into gear until Kate pulls away.

They're sitting on the floor, their feet and legs aching, and Kate straddles his lap. She seems to have lost herself, too, since she laughs breathlessly. "I think that's enough for today," she says, her gorgeous eyes constantly flicking between his eyes and his lips.

"Agreed," he whispers, leaning in to give her a brief kiss before hovering his lips by her ear, his voice lowering. "I know you've been sore since we started rehearsing. I could introduce you to my bathtub. A warm bath does wonders."

Kate shakes her head. "I shouldn't."

"But do you want to?"

After a moment of hesitation, she sighs. "Your bathtub better be big enough for two."

Anthony grins, his heart fluttering.

From that moment on, their late-night rendezvous become routine. It's the first time in a long time that Anthony has looked forward to dancing, and the sex that follows certainly helps with the passion. But between rehearsing and sex, they do get to know each other. And while half the time, they're arguing, the other half consists of deep conversations and jokes.

It's nice. Her humor is dry and witty, and Anthony's delighted by their constant banter. Unlike Edwina, Kate challenges him. While he doesn't enjoy being bested by her as often as he is, he can't help but be thrilled by the competition.

"I'll be sad when this is over," he admits softly during one of their breaks, sitting on the floor side-by-side and sipping water.

"So will I. It's been fun." She presses her shoulder against his, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off of her. "I'm- I'm sorry I came off so strong during our first meeting."

"It's alright, Kate. I'm a protective older sibling, I get it. If it was my sister who was dropped by an asshole, I would've been pissed, too. But for the record, it really was an accident. and I hope she's back to dancing soon."

"Her doctor says she should be alright," Kate replies, nodding. "But thank you, Anthony. As much as it pains me to say this, you're not as bad as I thought."

Anthony rolls his eyes, but grins, bumping his shoulder against hers. "You're not so bad, either, Sharma."

When the show comes to a close, Kate stays over at Anthony's apartment before the closing night of the show. With their bodies pressed together, their limbs completely entangled underneath the blankets, Kate lifts her head from his bare chest and looks him in the eye.

"I don't want this to end, Anthony," she whispers, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Neither do I."

"Then we'll still see each other after the show ends?"

Anthony grins. "You won't be able to get rid of me."

Kate matches his grin and leans in to kiss him.

Anthony loves dancing again, and he also loves Kate Sharma.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

if the world was ending you'd come over right?

summary: you're not at home when the earthquake happens, but your ex doesn't know that and sees that your apartment building has collapsed on the news...loosely based off this song

cw: ex! osamu, mentions of blood, earthquake, angst, a little bit of comfort, not as fluffy as i promised sorry

wc: 923

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You were returning to your apartment from getting your morning coffee when the earthquake hit. One second you were walking along, the next the ground was bouncing and you were thrown to the ground. You slammed your head hard against the pavement, and instinctually curled up into a ball, wrapping your arms around your head to protect it from further harm. 

After what felt like an eternity, it stopped as quickly as it had started, leaving you laying dazedly on the cracked pavement. You knew something was wrong with your head, that you were likely concussed and couldn’t fall asleep, but your body was battered and aching and you couldn’t bring yourself to stand.

Time was moving weirdly, so you didn’t know how long you laid there, but by the time you managed to stagger to your feet the blood dripping from your head had crusted in your hair and on your face. It took you a bit to find your footing, but once you were upright you began walking unsteadily towards your apartment, distantly realizing that you should go check on it.

“Maam! Hey! Are you okay? Do you need help?” A middle aged man you vaguely recognized as owning the grocery store you frequented approached you, concern evident on his face. “You don’t look too good. Where are you trying to go? I can help.”

It takes you a few tries to speak, your mouth sticky and dry from inhaling dust and a lack of use. “My apartment. It’s right around the corner. The one across the street from the park.” As you speak, the pounding in your head only increases and a wave of nausea washes over you, causing you to stagger.

Pity crosses over the man’s face as he reaches out to steady you. “Ah, well, I saw on the news that the buildings in that complex collapsed, so I don’t know if there will be much to see. It might be best if we try to get you some medical attention for your head…”

“I’m fine.” You attempt to keep walking, but he has to catch you as your legs give out. “Whoa. Take it easy. It looks like you hit your head pretty hard.”

“I need to go home.” You know it’s not logical, but you want to see the extent of the damage and try to salvage what you can despite knowing it was very unlikely anything remained.

The shop owner sighed, slinging your arm over his shoulder to support you better as he helped you limp along. “Fine. You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you. We’ll go to your building, but we’re going to find someone to look at your head after that.”

You don’t have the energy to reply, focusing on putting one foot ahead of the other, not the throbbing in your skull. After what felt like hours, but was probably only around five minutes in reality, you got back to your building, and were immediately greeted by chaos.

EMT’s raced stretchers with people covered in dust and blood on them to waiting ambulances, new helicopters whirred overhead, neighbors and other onlookers gathered to the side in shock, a man fighting tooth and nail to get into the building screaming at the men holding him back-wait.

“Hey, that’s your boyfriend, right?” The shop owner pointed at the man thrashing against his captors. “I’ve seen you two together in the store before. We should probably get you over to him, he looks worried sick.”

And sure enough, upon closer inspection it’s Osamu who’s raging against Kita and Atsumu as they each hold one of his arms to stop him from charging into the unstable building. 

“Uh, well he’s my ex. I don’t really know why he’s here. We broke up months ago.” You’re too tired to try and puzzle out what was going on, overwhelmed by everything that had happened so far. Then you heard your name.

“LET ME GO! SHE’S STILL IN THERE! GET OFF ME YOU MOTHERFU-”

“She’s over here! YN is over here!”

Somehow Osamu manages to hear the shopkeeper over all the noise, and instantly stops raging against Atsumu and Kita, whipping his head so fast in your direction you’re surprised he didn't break his neck. Seeing you, his brother and friend release him, knowing that there’s no danger of him charging in now that he knows where you are. 

He makes his way across the courtyard and is in front of you, frantically checking you for injuries in three seconds flat as the shopkeeper pats you on the arm and walks off.

“Yer here. Oh my god. The news- I thought, I thought ya were still in there. Ya can’t do that to me.” His eyes zero in on the blood caking your head. “Yer head! Yer bleeding. C’mon we need to get you to the hospital-”

He begins dragging you off towards an ambulance but you’re still unstable and your legs give out. Crumpling to the pavement you look up at him, your mind still foggy.

“Samu…? Why are you here? We broke up…” You can hear your words beginning to slur, and the last thing you see before your eyes close is his stricken face, his eyes fearful as he frantically pats your face and yells at you to stay awake.

Slipping into the soothing darkness, you think about how much you’ve missed him the past few months, and can’t help but be grateful he’s here.

Even if took an earthquake, he came. That was all that mattered.

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