#his hands....... oh my god i................. i'm not fine

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Many thoughts

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay. 

Of course Bob told Yelena and them all waiting there is just so cute 🥹

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. At least he wasn't until he saw your face. 

How quickly the tables turn 🤭

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes. 

Ahhh he is instantly smitten 🤭🥰

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help. 

He needs a friendly face in a moment like that

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?” The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

They are both so thoughtful 🥰

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.” The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered. 

I juat know he loves a snack, especially from a pretty and nice nurse

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised. 

I'm sure he won't 🤭

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

Hahaha there is no denying in him having a crush is he is willing to get injured 😅

“I’m single,” you said quickly. He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

I love that they are both so out of it and random in saying these things😂

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back.  “Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?” Why was he talking so much?

Maybe because he wants to keep talking with her, just a thought 🤔🤭

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. “Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?” Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

She doesn't just mind, she would love to 🤭

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot. 

🥹🥰🥹🥰

Of course Yelena and Ava instantly clock his crush 🤭 and Alexei obviously had to chime in 😅

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?” He blinked a few times. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered.  Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it.  “It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.” Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.” Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

😂😂😂

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic. 

Oh Bob, he is just the cutest 🥹

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.” Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

Hahahaha John just like Bob want to be useful, but he really has to work on reading the room 😂

I would love to read if they reunite 👀

Hit to the Head

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't think he needs medical attention after a hit to the head, but he's glad he met you.

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Meet cute (of sorts?), possible concussion, mention of HYRDA, team dynamic, humor, Bucky's POV, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he's smitten.

A/N: A new AU (as if I need more) inspired by this wonderful nonnie. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 (and thanks for the assurance on the medical discussion), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay. 

It was a sweet gesture, if not a wasted one. 

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. 

At least he wasn't until he saw your face. 

“Hi,” you smiled, pulling back the curtain to give him some privacy. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes. 

Wait, why did it matter what he looked like? He wasn't there to flirt with or impress you. There was no reason for him to sit up straighter or flex his right arm. There sure as hell wasn't any reason to run his fingers through his hair to get the tangles out. It was a hospital visit, not a date. 

You wore a name tag, but introduced yourself before taking a look at his chart. “I understand you took a pretty hard hit to the head, Mr. Barnes.”

His voice came out huskier than he anticipated when he said, “Call me Bucky.” Clearing his throat he added, “If you consider a slab of concrete to the head hard, then yeah, but at least my head didn't split open.”

He felt the need to assure you he was fine when concern crossed your beautiful features. “I’m very thankful your head didn't split open, Bucky.” He liked the way you said his name. “But a concrete slab to the head is no joke.”

“You should see the other guy,” he joked, making you giggle. Was he funny or were you only laughing for his benefit? “But seeing the other guy wouldn't matter anyway since you won't let me leave without an exam,” he guessed. Even if he didn't believe he needed one. 

It wasn't just his belief that he was fine. Most didn't know it, but every now and then hospitals made him feel like he was back at HYDRA, ready to be strapped to a chair to await his next form of torture or to be experimented on. He wouldn't say he was afraid, but there was discomfort. Enough to make it feel like the walls were slowly closing in. 

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help. 

“Well, I wouldn't be a very good nurse if I just let you walk out, would I?” you gently smiled. 

He managed a smile for you because you weren't just doing your job. You also seemed kind. “I guess not.”

He could get through a simple exam. 

Bucky inhaled, detecting a hint of something sweet under the sterile surroundings as you checked his heart beat. It was so subtle that he wouldn't have been able to pick up on it if it weren't for his heightened senses. He almost leaned into you before you pulled away, and thank God for that. Would he have been able to blame it on his head if he did?

“I don't have a concussion,” he blurted out. 

“Is that right?” He swore there was amusement in your tone when you shone a light in each of his eyes. “I imagine you're somewhat familiar with them in your line of work.”

“You can say that,” he said. He had his fair share of hits to the head, and helped his teammates get through injuries. “No nausea, no stiffness or imbalance.”

He didn't mention the dizziness since he didn't want to stay longer than he needed to. 

“Any issues with your memory?” you asked. 

He smirked a little. “That's a bit of a loaded question.”

“Can you tell me what day it is and what hospital you're at?” you asked. 

He answered the questions with ease. He also spelled “world” backwards when you asked him to. “See? I’m fine,” he said. 

“Your vitals are normal. Pupils reactive. But-”

“Look, I appreciate you checking me out,” he cut you off, keeping the bite out of his voice because he refused to snap at you. “But I don't want to waste your time.”

Bucky hated that he was trying to rush out when you were only trying to help, but he could hear people in the other rooms even as he tried to block it out. They were in pain, struggling. They needed you more than he did. 

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?”

The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

In his eyes, people like you were the real heroes. You didn't just face battles, you faced pandemics and life changing events. You risked your lives, saw the best and worst of people, and how many thanked you in return? And from the little time he knew you he could sense the love and dedication to your job and patients. He respected that. 

“Thank you. And thank you for all that you do, too,” you said sincerely. The compliment had the corner of his lip tugging in a smile. “I know you want to get out of here, but I am here to help. If you're fine, great. If not, please, let me help you.”

He tried to look anywhere but at you. It unnerved him that you got under his skin with so few words and he wondered for a second if that hit to the head did more damage than he thought. “I feel a little dizzy, but that’s all,” he admitted, and he felt better by doing so. 

You put a hand over his, little currents of electricity shooting up his arm. “Thank you for telling me,” you whispered, like it was your little secret. “Since you are feeling dizzy, I would like you to stay for observation.”

Bucky sighed. “How long do I have to stay?”

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.”

The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered. 

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. 

Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised. 

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

“I’m single,” you said quickly.

He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

He grimaced. Nice? What was wrong with him? Maybe he had a concussion after all. 

You looked at him, your smile soft and easy. He either wasn't the first patient to make a fool out of himself like that or you were being nice. “I’ll be back shortly, but buzz if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, his finger itching to push the remote the second you left him alone.

He leaned back in the bed and tried to make himself comfortable while he slowly looked around. How was it that the room seemed darker, as if you took a bit of the light and warmth with you? He shook his head slowly and carefully. It was a ridiculous thought. 

“Observation for an hour or two. You okay sticking around so you can drive me back?” he messaged Yelena. 

Yelena messaged back almost immediately. “Everyone is staying. Even Walker.”

He scoffed, but there was a smile behind it. “Not that you need my permission, but you can punch him if he steps out of line.” Yeah, John was still an asshole, but they did work together and he was trying. Some days. 

He perked up when you came back with a cup of water and a snack. “You doing okay?” you asked. 

“Since you left a minute or two ago, yeah,” he teased. 

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back. 

“Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?”

Why was he talking so much?

“So much better,” you smiled, going to the small computer to type something in. He tried not to stare as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He could always blame it on his head if you caught him. “I’ll be back in just a bit, but-”

“Buzz if I need you. I know,” he smiled. 

“At least there isn't too much sass in your tone,” you joked before you left him alone once again. 

If he didn't know any better he would think you were flirting with him, but you were just being a friendly nurse. 

He also tried not to eavesdrop when he heard you assisting others, but your voice drew his attention and he hung on your every word. You were professional, yet personal, showing each patient expert care. You lightly scolded an older gentleman who hadn't listened to you, which brought a smile to Bucky’s face when the man apologized and didn't give you any trouble after that. It was a delicate balance to be kind and assertive and you did it well. 

“You are something,” he said to himself. 

For the next hour or so Bucky didn't say much when you checked on him, but you had his undivided attention, his eyes following you wherever you went. He wanted to find excuses to keep you there and possibly make small talk, but it felt wrong when there were other patients who needed your attention. He caught that sweet scent again whenever you were close to him. Alluring, captivating. He tried to figure out if it was a body wash or just you. 

Something he noticed and tried not to was that your heart raced faster when you were near him. Maybe there was a slight chance that you were attracted to him? Beyond being a friendly nurse, maybe the possible attraction was why you kept smiling at him. He wanted to believe so. He wanted to feel your hand on his hand again. The brief touch had him wanting more, which was crazy. 

And before Bucky knew it, it was time to leave. 

“Vitals still look good. No change in symptoms,” you confirmed after he said the dizziness had subsided and he didn't feel at all nauseous after the snack. “Do you have someone to drive you home?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I have some friends here,” he answered. Even if he wasn't dizzy there was no way they'd let him drive after that. 

“Try to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours. If there are new symptoms or if the dizziness gets worse, you should return to the hospital,” you told him. “Other than that, I think you're good to go,” you smiled, but it didn't look as bright as before. 

Were you disappointed that he had to leave? Bucky was disappointed, but what could he do? He had no excuse to stay. Ironic how he was itching to leave when he got there when he now wanted a reason to stick around. 

“Thanks.” He grabbed his jacket after slowly getting to his feet, your gaze lingering on him when he slipped it on. 

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. 

“Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?”

Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

Keeping a respectful distance, but not too much of a gap as you walked together, he stole a couple of glances at you. The quiet confidence in which you carried yourself was beautiful and you turned a few heads from nearby patients. He wondered if you noticed. 

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot. 

“That group right there is my ride,” he said, not wanting you to go any closer. If they got the slightest hint that he enjoyed your company for a short time, they’d pounce. “Thanks again.”

“I’m glad I could help," you said, gazing at him. “Havd a good night. And don't forget to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours, hero.”

Hero. The nickname almost made him smile. “You have a good night, too.”

You lingered for just a moment, almost as if you expected him to say something else. When he didn't, you offered him one last smile and scanned your card to get back through the double doors. His shoulders dropped once you were out of sight. He should've said something. 

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?”

He blinked a few times. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered. 

Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it. 

Yelena exchanged a look with Ava before they both smirked. “Yes, you were. Do you like the nurse?”

Bucky’s fists curled. He was not having this conversation after a hit to the head. “Can we leave?”

“It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

A growl escaped before Bucky could stop it. Yes, you were beautiful. Did he need Alexei to point that out? And he didn't have a crush. How could he? 

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Ava asked. 

Bucky took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about this. “Does it matter?” he asked. 

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.”

Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.”

Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic. 

“I’m fine,” Bucky assured him. There was nothing for him to worry about. “I just need to take it easy for the next day or so.”

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.”

Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

John held his hands up, but still had a smirk on his face before Yelena shot him a look. “A small injury could bring you back here.”

“No one is injuring me to bring me back here,” he announced. Everyone looked disappointed except for Bob. “What, you all want me to get hurt?”

Why did he decide to join this team again?

“No, we just want you to see the nurse again,” Ava said.

“Let’s go,” he ordered. 

As the group left, Bucky snuck one last look over his shoulder. You were a good nurse, and you made his night better. A small part of him hoped he made your night a little better, too. And while he certainly didn't want more injuries, a part of him did if only to bring him back to you.

So, what injury is Bucky getting so he can see you again? sebastian stan x reader, james bucky buchanan barnesLove and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Please Stay

Law x f!reader// hurt?/comfort

Summary: If Law doesn't tell you how he feels, he'll lose you forever...

A/N: this has been plaguing me for days. I wrote half of this in a trance at work for christ's sake! This might have a part two. Takes place at the end of Wano even if I haven't gotten there yet, I'm kind of extrapolating. Reader has a DF kind of like Mantis from Guardians of the Galaxy

"You're not a Heart Pirate!?"

You blink once. Twice. "Uhh...no. I'm just kind of here actually...." You pick at your skin a little to avoid Nami and Robin's shocked gaze. "I met Law on Punk Hazard same as you guys."

"I'm going to miss you soooo much!!" Ikakku draped herself over you dramatically. "I want another girl on the crew!" She whined. "It's miserable with just guys!"

"I thought you guys had a thing going on?" Nami asked.

Hiyori nodded. "I mistakenly thought your closeness to him was romantic in nature as well."

Law was outside listening. He only stopped because he heard his name...coming from your mouth, specifically. He wasn't even going to try to fool himself into believing it was because you were obviously talking about him to the Straw Hats. This wasn't a strategic trade of information--not really. This was "girl talk," and like a pathetic teenage boy skulking around outside the girl's locker room, he wanted to know what you were going to say.

You laughed loudly. Shocked. "Oh god, no!" Whatever is there (soon to be was there) didn't have a name, and you weren't going to be the one to give it one. When you make a wish you tell no one.

Outside Law's hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white between the ink. Oh god, no!? Why the hell not!? He should've left then, but he couldn't make himself leave. How much more time would have to hear your voice? Even if what you said hurt. Maybe it would make it easier to leave you.

Ikkaku shook her head and grinned. "Exactly! My captain's not like that, although..." She paused to think. "He does touch you a lot--"

"Every time you two have had to run somewhere, he grabs your hand!" Nami interjected. "At first I thought you were like Zoro and got lost easily but you're fine! He's just always on you!"

Law hated that Nami was right and that it was so obvious even a Straw Hat (albeit a smarter one) had noticed. When did he allow this? Had the two of you always been this way? He could trace your touch all the back to the day he met you on Punk Hazard. Small contacts of skin as he nursed you back to health. That felt like a lifetime ago.

"Not to mention, you work quite well together. You were able to work with us on his behalf while he went to save his crew members in Rasetsu," Robin said. "That's why we're confused."

"Wow! I didn't know that!" Ikkaku said.

They all were silent, staring at each other.

"So there's truly nothing going on between you and Law?" Hiyori asked.

"Absolutely not!" You said definitively. "Law and I are just...existing in the same space and time....together."

Robin chuckled. "How poetic."

Nami snorted. "So if Law kissed a woman in front of you right now, you wouldn't be jealous?"

"I don't see him doing that," you said in a neutral tone.

"Because you'd be blind with rage?" Ikkaku giggled.

Law frowned so deeply it hurt his face because he knew if someone asked the same question of you, he would be livid. Was he really like a territorial dog over a bone...a "bone" that wasn't even his.

"Because he wouldn't do that." Honestly, you had thought of it before, there were definitely women in Wano that had made eyes at him and..."That would be his right," you said contemplatively.

"I can't make him do anything." You hate how suddenly sad you sound. "I can't make him ask me to join the crew. I can't make him take my advice or listen to me. He does what he wants. What does he need me for?"

"Then you won't be going with him either," Robin said in that thoughtful way you've known her to speak sometimes. Not quite a question, but still a statement--ipso facto.

Your chest tightens. The food you just gorged yourself on sits unpleasantly in your stomach. "No," you said quietly.

Way to bring the fucking mood down, Y/N.

Law's chest ached sharply, an incision pain. That's what it felt like. You weren't going with him. It was as sure as history set into the stone of a poneglyph. Your paths diverged here.

"Did you ask him?"

Your mouth tasted sour and your words came out bitterly. "I'm not doing that." You tried to lighten the mood. You sighed deeply and stretched. "Some things end before they start or they just end, you know? But I've had a lot of fun!"

The truth of the matter was you didn't know if whatever you and Law had going on was strong enough to make out to sea. He found you on the brink of death on Punk Hazard thanks to Cesear's gas. Sitting by a fire in Wano, his hands where they shouldn't have been, your heart fluttering against his ear, he told you saving your life was supposed to be his last good deed.

At the time his confession buoyed you, he was supposed to leave you on Punk Hazard, but then there were the Straw Hats, and Cesear's experiments, and Dressrosa, and Corazon, and Zuo, and Wano, and against all odds, you were still with him. But maybe, he was just telling you you weren't supposed to make it this far in the first place. Your train has arrived at a station, it's time to get off.

The somber mood held on regardless, maybe because Robin wouldn't let it go. It's not like she's some kind of hopeless romantic. Did she want you to cry in front of everyone? Why was the woman you idolized so much still talking? "You have feelings for him," she said. This was decidedly not a question.

If someone had asked ten minutes early, there would have been squeals and pokes and giggles. You would've flushed, your stomach filled with butterflies. Acknowledging your feelings for Law now just felt cruel.

Law kept listening. His ears strained like his life depended on hearing what you said. It shouldn't matter what you say.

"I could fill an ocean with all the things I feel for him, that doesn't mean anything. He's his own person too," you said. Your voice was getting swallowed up by a lump.

It didn't mean he wanted you too. It didn't mean you were sure this would work and he was too. It didn't mean he wouldn't start to control you, that you wouldn't start to resent him. All it meant was that right now, you're staring down the barrel of leaving him and you didn't want to. All it meant was sometimes it felt like your heart beat solely for him.

Law listened to you speak with such sadness, like you were talking at someone's funeral. Eulogizing. Why weren't your feelings enough to propel you to talk to him? Because he's his own person? When has that ever mattered to anyone? Corazon forced him to live. Why couldn't you force him to love you?

He let out a tight shuddering breath. He already knew the answer: because that's not who you are. You try not to treat him like precious glass. He's told you not to, and you try, but it never lasts long. If he had met you at any other time he would've hated the way you are with him, so gentle and easily fooled by his walls and masks. But after Dressrosa...he needed you. When he pushed you away, you left without an argument, quieted yourself around him until he was ready. And when you did come, you came with things he needed and didn't ask anything else of him.

Whether by Haki or your Devil Fruit, you could feel Law's presence now. He was right outside the door listening. You could feel him yearning, it wrapped around you like a thick sent, lassoing you like prey.

You stood suddenly. "I need air," you said. "And when I come back we're talking about something else. Anything else! Please! I hate sappy goodbyes."

Law couldn't help scoffing. It was only a matter of time before you noticed him. Maybe you had the whole time and spoke because you knew he was listening.

You closed the door behind you to find Law standing there like you knew he would be. Being face-to-face with him was...hard. For having won against Kaido and Big Mom he looked so sad...which was your fault.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop if you don't want your feelings hurt," you said. Why even try to be mean with him, you know you can't.

Law just looks at you in the way he knows you hate. He knows without your Observation Haki or your Devil Fruit you'd be lost to reading him.

Sadness is clear. Longing. Anxiety. Desperation. Admiration.

"You're reading me," Law said finally. "Stop it."

"If you don't talk you know I won't understand," you said. "It's all best guesses and instincts anyway, especially without touching you."

Law wasn't listening anymore, he was looking at the door behind you. Where the other ladies were definitely listening. Even Robin probably was, even if she smiled and claimed innocence later. "I'm not talking here," Law said.

You couldn't help smiling to yourself, private as always. It was awkward to step into Law's arms again, he didn't wrap his arm around anyone else he Shambles away with. Only you. And you were both painfully aware of the press of each other's bodies no matter how loosely Law tried to hold you.

You had no idea what you were doing to him, leaving the ball in his court. So that was it, then? He either flayed himself to the bone or he would never see you again. But no worries, don't rush. He scoffed and looked away from you.

You were spirited away somewhere private, the lights of town at a bit of a distance. Bugs hummed loudly out here.

You don't need your Devil Fruit to feel how charged the air is with Law's emotions. Desperation and anguish were so loud it screamed. Law's eyes bore into your back.

You felt nauseous, both from teleporting and the conversation you were about to have. "You heard my side," your mouth is so dry your lips click as you speak. "Your turn. I won't rush you, though."

His heart pounded.

Just say something!

"You want me to do more than tell you to stay," Law said. His voice shook, it was degrading and embarrassing. "I can't do that...I can't promise anything."

You sighed. The lump in your throat grew larger, "I know. That's why I won't ask."

Damn you, Law wanted to say. He wanted you to be selfish enough to want him but never selfish enough to leave him. He was pathetic.

"Stay...stay anyway, Y/N," Law said. "Come with me."

You've woven yourself into his new existence beyond his past. You've become a part of his life. It feels like his DNA has changed and you're a part of it now. And he's too much of a coward to learn how to fill it with something else.

He took a deep breath and tried to force out the words you needed to hear. The words he wanted to give you. "Please come with me. I don't want..." I don't want to lose you. "I don't..." I don't want to leave without you. The words kept getting stuck. "Don't..." Don't go. Law clenched his fist and growled in frustration.

You stopped Law's struggling, pulled him into your arms. "That's close enough. Thank you," you said quietly, gently. You ease your arms over the tense muscles under his skin. He was cool to the touch from the sweat clinging to him.

The relief settling over his body bleeds into yours and you feel everything Law's keeping inside of him. You felt something new swirling in there with everything else since the last time you touched his skin. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, so you weren't either, but he was afraid it was beginning to be love. You can feel it through the contact of his skin. Something like love.

"Come with me, Y/N," Law said quietly into the top of your head.

You pulled back to look at him. "You want me to join your crew?"

"I...I want you to come with me," Law's cheeks flushed heavily and his eyes moved away from yours. Joining his crew and coming with him were two different things to Law, a delineation he was making right now.

"Oh... you mean as something you can't leave behind," you said. Your face felt warm. You could practically hear Penguin and Shachi in your head: "We don't care if the Captain brings his girl on board!" "Anything to keep him in a good mood and off our asses!"

"Yes..." Law spoke tentatively. "As something I can't leave behind."

You exhale deeply and swallow, you're careful not to push your anxiety into Law. He was battling his own already. "So we're seeing where this goes....Okay."

I think it'll kill me if I don't, Law thought.

You looked into Law's eyes. The mask was cracked, you could see the fear in his eyes and feel it too. But he was trying to look resolute for whatever reason (bless his heart!). His jaw was clenched, eyes almost defiant in an attempt to hide how absolutely terrified he was.

You could feel him gearing up for something but you had no idea what. Like he was bracing himself. You stare up into his handsome face, a hand cups the side of his face and you smile. "What's going on in there?" You spoke like you were talking to a spooked animal.

Law deflated slightly with an exhale, expression grim. He pressed his forehead to yours. "Nothing. I'm happy you said you would come with me," he said.

"I'm happy too, Law" you whispered back.

You were going with him. He could work up the nerve to kiss you later...even if it took another five months.

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Aretia: Girl's night

Xaden Riorson x Gamlyn! Reader

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Y/n was halfway to the door, wrapped in a soft green cloak, cheeks already glowing from laughter as Rhiannon, Imogen, and Violet called her to hurry up, when a familiar deep voice rumbled behind her.

“You’re leaving me?”

She paused. Turned slowly.

Xaden stood in the doorway of their room—shirtless, barefoot, hair still tousled from where she’d run her fingers through it earlier. His expression was nothing short of betrayal incarnate.

Y/n blinked at him, amused. “It’s just one night, Riorson.”

“One night,” he repeated, as if she’d said she was departing for the front lines alone. He crossed his arms. “Do you know how empty our bed will feel without you?”

“Oh my gods,” Imogen said from down the hall. “He’s already spiraling.”

Y/n laughed as Xaden took a step forward, eyes narrowing in mock severity.

“I was going to read with you. Maybe braid your hair again. Maybe let you steal my pillow.” He gave a wounded sigh. “But no. I’ll just… sit here. Alone. Cold. Miserable.”

“You are so dramatic,” she said, walking back to him with a teasing smile.

He dipped his head, voice lower now, murmuring just for her: “It’s not drama if it’s true. I like you here, in our bed, soft and warm and pressed against me. How am I supposed to sleep without that?”

Her stomach did a ridiculous flip.

She kissed him—just once, soft and slow. “You’ll survive.”

He groaned. “Barely.”

Violet popped her head in. “Y/n, we’re leaving in thirty seconds or we’re storming your bedroom.”

Xaden pulled her in tighter before letting her go, lips brushing her temple. “Fine. But if you’re not back by sunrise, I’m sending a search party.”

Y/n winked, pulling away with a grin. “Try not to die of loneliness, lieutenant.”

He called after her, “No promises.”

The girls dragged her out, cackling the entire way.

Later that night…

The girls were piled onto cushions in Violet’s room, candles flickering and soft music playing in the background. There were drinks, snacks, whispered gossip. They needed this after too many missions, reports, and research. A small moment of peace in the ongoing war. Y/n was halfway through braiding Quinn’s hair when Rhiannon peeked over at her, smirking.

“So,” Rhi said, swirling her cup, “think your man has curled up with your pillow yet?”

Y/n paused, barely holding back a snort. “No—he’s probably being dramatic somewhere. Brooding on the balcony like the tortured soul he is.”

Violet snorted. “Wrong. Bodhi just passed by your room and saw him asleep. Holding your pillow like it owed him rent.”

Imogen nearly choked on her drink.

Y/n laughed, hiding her smile with her hand. “Nooo. He did not.”

“Oh, he did,” Violet confirmed, grinning. “Face buried in it. Arms wrapped around it like a clingy dragon. Bodhi said he walked by and Xaden didn’t even look up. Just grumbled something like ‘you smell like her—good enough.’”

Rhiannon clutched her stomach, laughing. “He’s so gone for you.”

Y/n melted a little—giddy, helplessly fond. “He is such a sap. Don’t let the brooding fool anyone.”

“Please,” Imogen said. “We’re all aware. He turns into literal putty when you’re around.”

“Do we tell him he’s a lovestruck menace?” Violet asked.

“No,” Y/n said, smiling softly. “Let him rest. Poor thing probably hasn’t slept all night without me.”

They all giggled—but behind the laughter, Y/n’s chest fluttered with warmth.

He was so dramatic. And so utterly hers.

The Next Morning – Xaden’s Room, Early Light

Xaden blinked awake with a quiet groan, reaching across the bed on instinct.

Empty.

The sheets were cool. Her pillow still smelled like her—pineapple and something sun-warmed and sweet—but it wasn’t her.

He rolled onto his back, sighed dramatically, and dragged her pillow into his chest like it could fill the void.

Still empty.

He stared at the ceiling. "Gods, I'm pathetic," he muttered.

He could feel Sgaeyl's amused laughter in his mind.

The door creaked open.

Bodhi stepped in, blinking groggily. “You alive?”

“No.”

“You’re literally breathing.”

Xaden turned his head, scowling. “Not the same.”

Bodhi squinted, trying to hide the teasing smile. “You’re really like this just cause she’s not back yet?”

“She left me. Alone. In this bed. All night.” Xaden’s voice was dry, low, but laced with exaggerated despair.

Bodhi laughed. “You were fine sleeping alone for years.”

“That was before she started sleeping in my arms,” Xaden mumbled, face half-buried in her pillow. “Now I can’t even get comfortable without her. Bed feels wrong. Cold. Big.”

“Gods help us,” Bodhi said, shaking his head. “You’re like a feral dog that’s been tamed. Where’s your dignity, man?”

Xaden glared at him. “She has it. Took it with her to girls’ night.”

Bodhi leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “We should all take a vote. Bring her back immediately before this man starts writing poetry.”

Xaden closed his eyes and muttered dryly, “I already have a few lines drafted.”

That had Bodhi walking away, cackling. “That’s it. I’m calling Rhi. Operation: Return Y/n.”

A Moment Later – Xaden’s Room

Bodhi’s voice echoed down the hall. “Rhi! Tell your girl to come get her man before he starts reciting sonnets to her pillow!”

Xaden groaned and dragged the blanket over his head. “Fucking traitor, you raise them and they pec your eyes out...the little fuc—”

The door creaked open again—softer this time. Lighter footsteps.

“Poetry?” Y/n’s voice was warm, amused.

Xaden immediately peeked out from under the covers like a sulking bear waking up from hibernation. When he saw her standing there—hair tousled from the night before, face glowing with sleep and laughter—he blinked like he wasn’t sure she was real.

“Y/n?”

She crossed her arms, smirking. “Heard you were about to compose a tragic ballad.”

“I was not.” He immediately threw Bodhi under the bus. “That was slander. He lies.”

“Really?” She padded closer. “You sure? ‘The bed feels cold, the night feels long…’”

“Do not mock me, Gamlyn.” But he was already reaching for her.

She laughed, slipping into bed beside him, and he wasted no time dragging her into his chest like a lifeline. “You left me,” he murmured dramatically into her neck.

“I was gone for one night.”

“An eternity.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, grinning, and tucked her arms around him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only about you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss just below her ear.

From down the hall: “IS SHE BACK YET? HE’S BEEN UNBEARABLE!”

“SHUT UP, BODHI,” both Xaden and Y/n shouted in unison, laughing and muffled by each other’s arms.

They didn’t move for a long while.

Eventually, Xaden whispered, “Never do that again.”

She smiled into his collarbone. “No promises. But next time, I’ll leave a note.”

“Make it a poem.”

“I’ll make it a dirty limerick.”

He groaned trying to hide his laughter. “Good gods, I love you.”

A few days later..

Nightfall – Outside the Estate Gates

“Let’s go, Riorson,” Bodhi groaned, already halfway down the path with Ridoc and Garrick. “It’s called guys’ night, not cling-to-your-girlfriend-for-eternity night!”

Xaden stood with Y/n just outside the main doors, arms wrapped loosely around her waist, forehead resting against hers like they were the only two people in the world.

“I could just not go,” he murmured, voice low, lips brushing against hers.

Y/n laughed softly, eyes warm. “You could, but then Ridoc would come storming back in here and bodily drag you out, complaining that he will die if he doesn't get a drink.”

“Still sounds worth it.” He leaned in and kissed her again, deeper this time—long, slow, and filled with that very specific kind of yearning that only Xaden Riorson could make look poetic and devastating at the same time.

“Gods,” Ridoc called from down the path. “They’re doing the dramatic goodbye kiss again. We’ll be old before we get to the tavern.”

Y/n broke the kiss, giggling, nuzzling her nose against Xaden’s. “Go. Before they combust.”

He groaned like he was being asked to part with oxygen. “You’re lucky I like you so much.”

She smirked. “Lucky? You’re obsessed with me.”

“Completely,” he replied, kissing her one last time—quicker, but no less warm—before finally turning to follow the guys.

As he jogged after them, he tossed a wink over his shoulder.

“Don’t have too much fun without me, love.”

Y/n just laughed, leaning against the doorway, and called back, “No promises.”

The guys groaned in unison.

“Disgusting,” Sawyer muttered.

“Tragic,” Bodhi added.

“Absolutely whipped,” Ridoc concluded.

"Have you no shame?" Garrick joked, slapping Xaden's back.

Xaden just rolled his eyes with a smirk.

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HELLOOO first request kinda nervous✌️😋

Can I hav3 poly! Wolfstar where you wanna get a tattoo Mostly fluff some dirty jokes....?

Hiii thanks for the request!!! Just a warning I have never gotten a tattoo so idk how accurate this is, sorry if anythings off! enjoyyyyy

Edit: omg I’m so blind I just re-read the request and realized you wanted poly wolfstar and I wrote for poly marauders my bad I’m so sorry😭😭

Cw: talk of needles/getting a tattoo. Reader referred to as “girl”, reader talks about having previous tattoos

Poly!marauders x fem!reader 640 Words

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James’s hand was squeezing yours. You think It was more for his comfort than your own.

His arm was outstretched behind him to reach you, and he was facing a wall while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Saying he was squeamish with needles would be an extreme understatement.

Remus stands next to him, rubbing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’re doing great, James.”

He just whimpers in return.

Your heart twists a little at the thought of James being here to comfort you, even though the thought of needles or getting tattoos pains him, or as he once told you, makes him nauseous.

He was appalled at your previous suggestion that he stayed home.

“I’m not staying home while they stab my girl hundreds of times with a needle! I’m grown, I can handle it. I want to be there for you.”

His tangent had convinced you then, but you feel horrible now.

Though, the feeling might be slightly related to the needles pricking your skin.

You hear Sirius snicker quietly from his spot kneeling beside you.

He whispers into your ear,

“Remus has to tell James he's doing great like he’s getting the bloody tattoo, eh?”

One look at Sirius’s face, scrunched up in an odd way that you know indicates he's holding back a boisterous laugh, makes you have to work hard to hold back your own.

“Don’t make fun of him! He’s obviously suffering.”

Sirius has to cover his mouth to stifle the giggles that come over him.

Remus glares at him.

You were fine. Honestly. You have gotten tattoos before, it wasn't that big of a deal. Obviously it wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t a horrible one either. The end products have (so far) all been worth it.

Sirius is no stranger to tattoos; most of his body was covered in intricate patterns and designs, some of which he had even done himself.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was the most helpful when it came to this.

Remus has a few tattoos, but he got them done a while ago. And although he’d never admit it, he used numbing cream.

He wasn’t completely useless though. When the artist left the room he made a particular comment about kissing it better after the tattoo healed. Which resulted in you flushing and stumbling over your words when the Artist came back in to ask you questions about what you wanted done.

You definitely didn't get points for subtlety because the artist noted the blush on your face and the slight smirk on Remus’ and continued to throw curious glances between you and your boyfriends for the rest of the session.

James, bless his oh too big heart, is still squeezing your hand as the artist finishes up.

When he says he's done and hands you a mirror to check it out, James lets out a relieved sigh

“Oh thank god,” He lets out in a quick breath,

“Anymore of that and I would have been heaving on the floor, lovie.”

The artist makes a judgmental expression, and Sirius rolls his eyes but gets up to give James a slap on the back and congratulate him for not throwing up.

Remus makes his way over to you, handing off James to be Sirius’s problem.

You are looking in the mirror with awe. Your tattoo came out perfect, just what you wanted.

Remus grabs your waste and positions you so he can get a look.

“Wow Dove, looks amazing.”

You hear a wolf whistle come from over his shoulder,

“Smokin’ hot, love” Sirius says

James, still not wanting to look, goes

“I’m sure it looks amazing, honey. I'm happy that you’re happy with it.”

You giggle and thank them, slightly bashful from their compliments.

After a few weeks, Remus acts on his previous promise with James and Sirius hot on his tail.

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(Part 15. I put parts 1 through 10 on ao3. ShatteredAngel is my Username.

I fix it'd myself into a corner. I have no freaking clue what to do with Enlighter/God's Eye. I had Ling save Nice, Moon never faked her death, and Ling is already his own hero. Any suggestions for what I should do for episode 4?)

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Shang Chao and Yang Cheng were staring at all of the recent news and photos of their old friend. 

“What in the world happened!?” Cheng exclaimed in bafflement. 

“This is what happens when we go on a media blackout vacation!” Chao put his head in his hands.

“He saved your life and then vanished, taking with him a sense of security we didn't even knew we had, and now pops back up again years later!” Cheng was pacing. “How did he save Nice’s life, anyways? No one seems to know. Just that it is on record that he did. Somehow that led to them living together?”

“People are also speculating that there is something romantic going on, too.” Shang Chao informed his long time partner.

“Oh my god. Not our innocent and pure mom friend.” 

Chao had to agree. Lin Ling had been a definite mother hen and was way too innocent and pure for the perfect pretty boy “We’ll have to catch him sometime. See what's up.”

“Something smells fishy with all of this.”

Little did they know it would be a while before they could. And under interesting circumstances.

…

“Be careful! Don't stab yourselves with the screws!” Lin Ling called from the kitchen. 

Nice and Wreck were tousling on the floor and arguing over how to put together a desk and shelf combo for the corner of the apartment that was becoming Ling’s craft storage area. Wreck had been the one to get it for him. 

Now he would have a place to store his yarn, hooks, stitch markers, yarn needles, and other materials on top of having a desk to do household management tasks like grocery lists and such. 

Ling had sighed in exasperation. Nice spoiling him was to be expected of the not quite sane hero. Wreck doing it was unexpected.

“Don't worry about the screws, I’m more worried about Kitten’s claws. Trim your nails, dude.” Wreck complained as he pinned the smaller male under him.

“Kiss me and maybe I will.” Nice teased.

Ling held back giggles at the couple and flushed a bit. The two were ridiculously attractive. 

“How are we feeling about tomorrow? Are you going to be able to focus?” Ling asked Nice. The next day was the staged kidnapping and rescue. Wreck's first step in ‘redemption’ in the eyes of the public. A few days before Wreck and Nice had a merry chase through the city as Wreck ‘escaped’ Hero Tower. They had come home late and both had hickeys all over and soaked from falling into a pond.

People were eating it up. They were on the edge of their seats in anticipation for what comes next.

“I still hate this! So many things could go wrong! If something happens I swear I will, as the kids say, crash out.” Nice warned.

Wreck choked. “Never say that again. Oh my god.”

Ling dried his hands and walked over to a sitting Nice. He sat himself right in his lap and buried his face in his neck. Nice was absolutely delighted. He was instantly purring up a storm. “I’ll be fine. I may be weaker than you, but I'm not helpless, you know. Trust me? It’ll be fine. Please?” Ling asked softly. The white haired man melted. 

“I know you can handle yourself. It's other people I don't trust. I need you both so much.” Nice shakily said. Wreck scooched over to them and wrapped his arm around Nice’s back.

“I won't let anything happen. You know that.” Wreck soothed.

“Alright. I’ll be able to focus as long as you're sure.” Nice agreed as he relaxed fully. His eyes lost that manic gleam that had risen to the surface.

Ling and Wreck shared a look after Nice buried his face in Ling's hair. Crisis averted. For now.

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0. Prologue

synopsis:- A witch has kidnapped you. Do as she says or die.

warnings:- crack, light-hearted kidnapping

dividers by @/strangergraphics

It started with cereal. That's how you know everything is about to go wrong.

Now, it technically isn't a crime to eat cereal for lunch on a day you had considered a 'No Pants Day'. You were halfway through a thrilling showdown between your spoon and the stubborn chunk of Lucky Charms stuck on the bottom of the bowl. Very important stuff.

You were in your element. Slouchy hoodie, bad posture, inner monologue at full volume.

Then came a whoosh! and suddenly, air shimmered, and lights flickered, and your cereal floated for approximately half a second. And just like that, you weren't in your kitchen anymore.

Which bring you to now. You are sitting in a chair in what seems to be a small, cozy, and slightly crooked cottage. All around you are books, teacups, and something that smelled of cinnamon and existential dread.

Standing in front of you is a woman in a green cloak, who is nervously wiping the sweat off her brow.

"Oh my! I didn't think it would actually work! That's the first time I've tried that spell! Aren't I so amaz— Where are your pants?!"

Instinctively, you press your thighs together. "It's 'No Pants Day'," you make up an excuse.

The witch raises a brow. "'No Pants Day'? You mortals sure have some weird holidays... Anyways, you're not dressed for travel. I was hoping to catch you while you were more... well-prepared."

You blink. "Am I dreaming? Oh my God, I knew I drank too many Monster Energy Drinks... Are you a hallucination?"

She snorts. "God, I wish. I'm Mia, the best witch you'll ever meet in your life. Sorry for the inconvenience and all, but I need you to run some... errands for me."

"Like groceries? I can do that."

She grimaces. "No, it's a bit more complicated than that. You see, I might have accidentally destroyed some very important books. You know, fairytales, old legends, shit like that. All of those have been erased. Completely. Like how James Charles wishes his past crimes were. Now, I need someone to go into those stories and complete them again as a way to rewrite them. You happen to be that perfect someone!"

You furrow your brows. "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Because of narrative affinity and other stuff you won't get because I'm the one with the Bachelors in Witchcraft here," she rolls her eyes. "Also, the characters don't like me very much. Something about meddling with backstories and stuff."

"Well, why me?"

She pulls out a scroll. It has your name on it. As well as your browser history.

"I'll be ignoring some of the things in here and get straight to the point. You've read 300 fantasy novels, wrote an essay on the impact of fairytales on all forms of art, and named your cat after a dragon. Do not act surprised."

"Okay, I admit to doing all that, but I'm not sure... it sounds quite dangerous. Also, I have work on Monday, so."

Mia seems a bit fed up with you. She sighs heavily. "It will be alright. Only some things will change, because you can't always write the same damn thing time and time again, can you? Other than that, I'm pretty sure you'll be a-okay! Besides, it's not like you have a choice, anyways..."

You stare at her. She is right. She's the one with the upper hand here. You don't even know where you are.

Fine, then. You will fix everything. As long as your boss doesn't get mad on Monday...

"Alright," you sigh. "What do I have to do?"

"Really?! Thank you!" Mia beams. "All you have to do is solve the main issue in the story and romance the main character. Easy peasy!"

"How will I get back?"

"Oh, you just have to think of this place again."

"That's all?" you ask, skeptical.

"Yup! Off you go! But first, for the love of God, wear some pants, please."

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a little something from (all my friends) s5 which i hope to be able to start posting this weekend, should all go to plan!

“I am here to drink, not socialize,” she says, leaning a little heavily into the bar, almost melting into her own weight.  “You're talking to me,” Buck points out, taps his phone, nothing.  “You don't count,” Taylor brushes him off and takes down a mouthful of her drink.  Buck makes an affronted noise. Taps his phone. Nothing.  “What's all that about,” she waves a hand in between him and his phone that he pushes away to rest flat on the bar top instead. “I'm lamenting a bad day and you're distracted.” “I thought you weren't here to socialize?” “Pedantic,” she grouses.  “I'm just waiting for a message so I can be sure-- Oh, thank god.” He's fine, Adriana lights up his phone. Literally snoring on the couch just like I said.  Thank you, he types back hurriedly, and thank god for autocorrect honestly, otherwise that point would not be getting across so succinctly. 

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tidbit Tuesday again hell yeah!!! another technically teaser but I swear to god I'm gonna actually finish this one (in a. timely fashion.) n you can explode me if I don't

"Dally's got a heater. A real life actual heater." Soda's eyes are wide as saucers. Speakin all fast n low so all his words trip over each other n bubble up like a creek. He glances up n around n I peek over my shoulder instinctively. The lawn is still empty n abandoned save for me n him n I knew it would stay that way til Darry got home from practice or mama got off work.

"Where'd he get a gun?" I can't completely keep the awe outta my voice. Which was kinda stupid cause we'd all held a gun before. Daddy took us out on his huntin trips n taught is how to hold em just right. How to keep from hurtin ourselves.

But this ain't daddy n those big ol shooters kept locked safely away from pryin eyes n graspin hands. This was Dally. N he weren't that much older than Soda. Even though he acted like he was. Sometimes, he even seemed it. Mama said seein too much of things kids ought not to would do that. I dunno what she meant by that really.

"Dunno. Who cares! He's got a real life heater n he's gonna let me shoot some pop bottles with him this weekend." Soda puts his hands out in front of him, mimin his best impression of a handgun. He shuts one eye n levels it at my forehead. "Bang!"

I pout at him n he giggles. There's a move from those westerns he loves too much where they spin their pistols round their fingers before they slip them back into heavy holsters n he grins, mimes a sloppy impression. Tips his unseen hat to unseen women n laughs himself silly.

"I wanna go." He stops gigglin to himself immediately, raisin one thin eyebrow n frowin at me seriously.

"Y'can't go, Pone. You're too little." I scowl at him.

"Cmon Soda, I won't even shoot it. I just wanna see it." I can hear the edge of a whine creepin into my own voice, n I know it ain't helpin prove my point at all. Soda plonks his hands down on his hips n gives me an incredulous look I know he only learned from bein on the other side of mama's most his life.

"Nuh uh you're a kid, Pone. You could get hurt or somethin n then we'd both get hollered at." I fold my arms across my chest n kick a hole in the grass. I feel bad for that immediately. Mama worked real hard on the grass. I dunno why. She had a garden n all n she was always gettin us to help. Soda n I were useless n always got distracted playin in the mud but mama n Darry had a real 'green thumb'. Whatever that meant.

Soda, havin figured he'd settled the debate, raises his imaginary gun again n aims to my chest beneath crossed arms. "Cmon, I'll be cowboys n you can be cops."

"You sound like Darry. Never lettin me do anythin fun." Darry had big high-school friends now n he never wanted either of us taggin along.

Soda drops his hands immediately n I can tell this particular jab has landed. Both of us had been feelin Darry’s recent epiphany that apparently we weren't nearly as fun as his stupid football friends.

He pulls a face, squints, purses his lips in thought. After a long moment I spend the entirety of tryin not to look too hopeful, he sighs n nods n I know he's conceded. "Alright, alright. Fine."

I jump to my feet, grinnin wide, 'n throw my arms tight around him. He huffs out a small, insincere noise of frustration before wrappin me tight back in a hug n bonkin our foreheads together.

"Ouch, Soda!" He giggles again, raises his gun.

"Oh, you got such a hard head you'll be fine." He flashes a bright, toothy smile 'n I forget I'm meant to be put out. "Now c'mon! I wanna play cowboys 'n cops."

"I'll be a cowboy." I scramble away from my brother's arms n cast around for a branch to use as a horse. Soda's response is immediate n through, both bony knees in my back as he tackles me to the dirt.

"Nuh-uh. I'm the cowboy." He musses up my hair 'n I buck up, throwin him off 'n into the grass beside me. "You gotta be the cop if you wanna come on Saturday."

He nods resolutely n climbs back to his feet, leavin me flat on my back on the lawn squintin into the sun behind his head that make his hair look like a halo.

If it had been Darry I woulda threatened to tell mama on him n he woulda called me a brat n then we'd both get in trouble for fightin n the whole original plot would come out either way n both our fun would be spoiled. But I ain't a lil kid anymore n I know better. N also this is Soda.

So instead I roll my eyes into the bright midday sun n take the hand he offers me up. "Fine. I'll be cops."

[worriedvision]

He forgets your anniversary - Ifa

Gender neutral reader, basically Ifa being stupid. They are married. Happy ending kind of, just sth I thought up. The movie mentioned was one I made up inmy head, but it's p obvious why

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"Morning babe!" You cheer out to Ifa, who kisses you on the cheek. He seems very excited, which makes you worry that he's found out the plans you've set for your anniversary. "Guess what day it is today!"

"Movie night with Ororon! Ah, it feels like months since I last saw him..." Ifa sighs out, hands on his hips. "Oh, could you make those really nice fruit snacks for us? Those really juicy ones that have a nice bit of freshness to them?"

You blink awkwardly before nodding. He gives you a quick 'thanks bro' before heading out to do his work for the day.

Looking at the plans you had for the day - you got reservations, a really nice outfit and you even cooked a really nice breakfast you hoped to sit down and have with him in addition to some gifts for him.

But nope, he didn't even acknowledge the breakfast that you had plated up. You decide to call in a nearby neighbour for breakfast, claiming you simply made too much for yourself.

You make the fruit snacks your husband wanted - there were times that you thought he wasn't a fully grown adult and this was a golden example of one time you did. You figured knowing him, he would run over to Ororons place for movie night before even thinking of his request.

Ororon looked visibly confused when you had arrived with Ifas snacks, even more so when you say it's for movie night.

"Isn't Ifa going to be hangjng out with you tonight? Isn't it your anniversary today?"

My God, even Ororon knew what day it was. Ororon!

"Well, he was really excited about movie night with you." You shakily let out. "I'm fine."

"Bro, you look constipated. You don't look fine." Ororon points out.

"I...I just put too much expectation into today's date. I'll know for next time that it's just another day." You smile, your mouth shaking, but you somehow keep any tears in. "Well, enjoy the movie tonight." You run away in a desperate effort to get home to mope around.

--

"Bro, what movie have you chosen for tonight?" Ifa cheers, putting Ororon into a headlock.

"How about 'How to forget a date'?" Ororon hums out.

When Ifa goes 'sure', Ororon still doesn't get how stupid his friend was being at this moment.

The entire movie was about a couple who were having relationship issues - notably, one person who keeps forgetting dates to the point the other person is shown to have decreased self-esteem, and ultimately ends in the pair breaking up. The person who forgot important dates happens to find out the other person did eventually find someone else - basically exactly like him personality wise, the sole difference being the fact this guy remembered dates. The character wakes up (yes, it was ALL a dream), and they land up saving the relationship that they let dwindle on time.

Ifa watches, eating the fruit snacks, while Ororon is uncharacteristically quiet, staring at him.

"Bro, this is your movie choice." Ifa chuckles. "Why are you stating at-"

"It's your one year anniversary with your spouse, Ifa. I hoped the movie title would have knocked some sense into you." Ororon crosses his arms, the dawning realisation hitting Ifa.

At first, Ifa was about to say it wasn't today, and he even pulls out his calendar to prove it, only to have his face fall when he realises.

Yes, that was today.

"Dude..." Ororon huffs. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'll look for -"

"IFA! How could you forget the day you got married?" Citlali yells. "I had to sit with your spouse to reassure them that you were being an idiot. They gave their reservation up for a couple after you didnt show up."

"Granny,"

"You better run off and figure out a way to properly apologise to the person you allegedly love. Or else, maybe Ororon could be your placeholder, since even he knew about the anniversary."

Ifa doesn't dare overstay his welcome, running with no exact plan.

He does land up getting a beautiful bouquet, and some really nice chocolates, but he knew that was not going to be enough after he told you he was looking forward to watching a movie instead of being available for your anniversary. Maybe he could use his name to get a good reservation with a wonderful view, and he could see about being your maid for the day - doing whatever you wanted.

When he approaches the house you both lived in, he knocks lightly before entering. It was midnight, so he was technically too late anyway, but he still tries.

"Babe?" Ifa calls out lightly. He notices your figure sitting, eating to get over how much you had drank with Citlali, and he hears your soft sobs.

"I'm an idiot, I know." Ifa sighs, quietly closing the door behind him. "I completely forgot, I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's just not an important day. It's childish for me to not be able to get over it."

Ifa pulls you in, which you surprisingly don't fight but that's possibly because a hug from anyone would be good.

"Babe, I'll find a way to make it up to you I promise. I'll do whatever you want this week. I'll do some nice surprises for you." Ifa speaks, hoping to keep any dates he does find a secret so he can tell you to wear something nice.

"You're so fucking stupid." You cry into his chest.

"Yes I am. I heard as much from Ororon." Ifa sighs, kissing the top of your forehead.

"Just hold me tonight." You mumble into your husband. "I just need some reassurance you won't leave me for someone else."

That, Ifa would gladly do.

[annmaximoff18]

sanji: ok, you have to decide

t/n: what? what are you talking about?

zoro: who of the two do you love more?

sanji: me, the perfect gentleman who will love you for life

zoro: as if I could be faithful to her

sanji: shut up moss head, of course I would be faithful to her

zoro: of course not, you praise any woman who stands in front of you, how do you think you would give fidelity to Y/N

sanji: to my muse Y/N I would give my eternal fidelity

zoro: what a big lie shitty cook

sanji: i'm going to...

t/n: enough, both of us

sanji: i was saying, before this nandertal interrupted me, you prefer me, tall, attractive, skilled in the kitchen and a wonder when it comes to fighting

zoro: he doesn't use his hands

sanji: at least i don't use three swords to prove my manhood

t/n: god, you two stop

zoro: or you prefer me, the best swordsman, attractive, I would take you on thousands of adventures, I would protect you with my life

sanji: with a shitty orientation

zoro: shut up, my orientation is perfect

sanji: you always get lost, moss head

zoro: it's not true, i don't get lost

t/n: yeah, you get lost

zoro: really? you too?

t/n: what? it's the truth

sanji: who do you prefer? you have to choose now

t/n: i can't

zoro: it's not that hard to choose me

t/n: it's not that

sanji: so you prefer me

t/n: no,

zoro: see, prefers me shitty cook

t/n: no, zoro

sanji: doesn't like you either... wait, what?

zoro: yeah, what?

t/n: what i mean is that i love both of them

sanji/zoro: what?

y/n: i want to be with both of them, obviously if they both want

sanji: i don't think i'm in a relationship with this one

zoro: i wouldn't want to be with you either

y/n: well then i won't be with either of them, bye guys

sanji: wait... if we both agree, we have to have some rules

Zoro:I won't kiss him

y/n: sure, i understand, but a threesome yes?

sanji: fine, but i don't want to see your face when we're with her

zoro: and how the hell do you want to not see my face, idiot? if i'm going to be there too

sanji: i don't know, cover it up or something

zoro: cover it up? oh, i'm going to rip your head off with one of my swords

y/n: come on guys, we'll make it work

@rubystoom

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 14

2019

Everything That I Am [david/patrick, G, 11,213] by lucianowriter

David wants to marry Patrick. Then his anxiety and the universe gets in his way. Now they are both on the fight of their lives to get their happy ending. Will they cross that finish line?

i'll be waiting [david/patrick, G, 1,798] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

There’s more silence and he swears he can feel the anxiety coming off of David and through the phone. “Hey, David?” “Hmm?” “I’ll be here when you’re ready to be with me again. Take your time.”

isn't that the cutest thing... [david/patrick, T, 1,074] by @startswithhope

Alexis witnesses a sweet moment between David and Patrick and has a few revelations. Set at the end of “Asbestos Fest”. This is another of my missing kisses fics, but can also be read as a standalone.

Strange Brew [david/patrick, E, 8,509] by @codswalloping

“We’ve got to call that vendor,” Patrick said. “Did you keep her card? You didn’t throw it away, did you?” “Um,” David said, running his hands down his chest now, his arms, oh god Patrick’s arms. “I don’t…I think so? Hang on, though, could we just...explore this, for a few minutes, maybe, because it’s actually kind of—” “David.” Patrick came over and gripped him by the shoulders, looking very serious, and David was in awe; that was hot, that was very hot, that I-mean-business-NOW look on his own face. He’d have to try it, practice it in a mirror, once he got it back.

Taking [david/sebastien, E, 3,608] by @owltranslator

David goes to Sebastien's room that night to get back the memory card...and possibly some of his pride.

2020

[podfic] A Mice Day [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @sunlightsymphony

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, fully on top of one of the chairs they picked up at an antique sale, is David, his hands up by his face, eyes darting around frantically. There’s a box of kitchen utensils spilling its contents over the wood floor at the base of the chair. Sweat drips down his back as Patrick’s breaths come in ragged gasps. His fear that something awful happened has left him with an excess of adrenaline coursing through his body that brings on shakes. He forces himself to grip the door jamb and closes his eyes and counts to ten. When he opens his eyes again David hasn’t moved more than his eyes. “David, baby, what happened?” David turns wide eyes to Patrick and he releases another sequence of unintelligible squeaks. Patrick forced himself to release his grip on the wall. David is fine. David is fine physically, but still terrified. Patrick takes a step toward him, smile edging up the side of his face. He needs to needle David out of the fear. “You’re going to have to try actual words, now. Unfortunately, my ears can’t make out that frequency.”

[Podfic] the cutting edge of a cute button face [david/patrick, T, podfic, CW: violence] by Amanita_Fierce

"But. Killing people is..." David never thought he could find Patrick's amused smile so menacing. "What, David? Incorrect?"

a father's job is never done... [david/patrick, G, 341] by @startswithhope

Johnny takes a moment to himself during Patrick's surprise birthday party at the cafe.

Everything Looks Beautiful [alexis/twyla, T, 1,297] by @of-stardust-and-sunlight

When Alexis had first arrived at Schitt’s Creek, she never once would have expected that she would miss it. And when Twyla had first served them at the café, she’d definitely never expected that she would miss her. [post season 6. Twyla visits Alexis]

Hammock [david/patrick, NR, 617] by @maxbegone

Patrick loves seeing David like this each morning. - Sleepy, early morning cuddles between David and Patrick on the hammock the definitely got for their backyard.

Hold me now, it's hard for me to say I'm sorry - a series of season five vignettes [david/patrick, E, 3,155] by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

A series of ten vignettes highlighting the navigation and resolution of conflict, and a few other softer situations, in David and Patrick's relationship through physical touch. Sex. I mean sex. Mostly. Like pretty much entirely. Follows Like a virgin - a series of vignettes from season four that highlights the development of David and Patrick's physical relationship.

just me and my birthday suit [david/patrick, T, 381] by @maybewecandreamalittle

David sees something on TikTok that he wants to try with Patrick

You Come to Me, Come to Me Wild and Wired [david/patrick, E, 6,271] by @floosilver8

Patrick fell in love the moment he met David. For David, it took a little longer to get past just wanting to fuck Patrick’s brains out. The continuing sexploits of Schitt's Creek. You don't need to read the others in the series to follow this one.Canon compliant, expands David’s POV for S3E8 through S4E2 and fills in some gaps. No one *needed* this, but it’s in the world now.

2021

[Podfic] Hammock [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @schittposting

Patrick loves seeing David like this each morning. - Sleepy, early morning cuddles between David and Patrick on the hammock the definitely got for their backyard.

[podfic] i got a feeling (there's a miracle due) [twyla & jocelyn, G, podfic] by @hullomoon

"I'm okay. Really, I'm fine." Twyla tries a strained smile. "I'm used to being alone." "I know," Mrs. Schitt says after a moment. Her eyes are kinder than they have any right to be. "But that doesn't mean you have to be." When Twyla's mom doesn't pick her up from high school, Mrs. Schitt gives Twyla a ride home. [podfic of i got a feeling (there's a miracle due)]

A (Fifth) Year In the Life [david/patrick, T, 4,782] by @agoodpersonrose

David and Patrick's fifth year of marriage, as shown through a selection of their tweets.

Grow As We Go [david/patrick, G, 2,217] by @neelyo67 @landofsonlali

David finds that spending time in Moira’s Rose’s Garden can be very calming as he stresses over his new business. Until his birthday when he gets a surprise.

Happy Anniversary to Us [johnny/moira, M, 1,141] by orphan_account

Johnny and Moira enjoy some time together after the barn party on their first anniversary in Schitt’s Creek.

It's a Vibe [david/patrick, E, 5,909] by @dazedwriter1

The first thing the internet told Patrick was to go to hospital. He knew he should go. But he also knew he couldn't drive himself, not with something lodged in his ass. And there's no way he's going to involve Ray in this mess. He briefly thought of Stevie, but they'd only met the day before and texting someone you barely know to come help you dislodge something out of your ass isn't exactly a great first impression. Which left... David. "I can't." Patrick said to the empty room. "David can't know about this." OR Patrick got something stuck in his ass one night. He calls on the only person he knows in Schitt's Creek, who happens to also be his new business partner and the man he wants more than anything, David.

make us official [stevie/ruth, M, 4,035] by @sarahlevys

"I guess I never really thought about marriage that much, before." "Because you never saw yourself getting married?" Ruth asks. Her voice is a little softer this time, like she thinks Stevie's feeling vulnerable. Stevie hates that she's right. "You have to love someone hard enough to want that," Stevie says finally. Someone has to love her hard enough, too. OR: a wedding weekend makes Stevie think about herself, her relationship, and her future.

Slap Happy [david/patrick, E, 1,699] by @petrodobreva

The David spanks Patrick fic that at least two people asked for and everybody wants ;)

2022

All in the Hands [david/patrick, NR, 3,495] by @ficsfromabrokenchair

David is the founder and sole owner of Rose Apothecary. Almost a year into business he visits a potential vendor at his pottery studio. Turns out it's Patrick Brewer, the creative mind behind Apollo Ceramics.

It's a Beautiful Day [david/patrick, T, 7,250] by @a-noble-dragon

Elmdale ER is always loud at all times of the day, and tonight is no exception. As Patrick heads towards the nearest cubicle, he hears a raised voice railing against some injustice or other and he lets out a sigh, before plastering on his friendly Doctor’s smile and pulling the curtains open. The whizz of the curtain draws the attention of the patient sitting on the bed. Patrick is pinned to the spot by flashing dark eyes that belong to the most impossibly gorgeous man he’s ever seen in real life. A man who is scowling right at him as Patrick remains immobile, caught in his gaze.

Pretty Paper [david/patrick, T, 2,948 + art] by @five678patty

Patrick’s first wedding anniversary gift to David didn’t land quite the way he had expected.

The Blood In Your Veins Knows The Way To My Heart [david/patrick, M, 1,019] by YouWereAlwaysGonnaBeTheOne

David loves a lot of things about his husband. Especially his vascular tendencies.

Together, Alone [david/patrick, T, 26,194] by @tyfinn

David and Patrick drop Maddy off at college and have to adjust to it being just the two of them again. There are a few references from the Rings Around Your Heart story, so if you are so inclined, you may want to check that one out.

Twitch of the Morning [david/patrick, E, 1,037] by @legalgal421

David sees Patrick working out and is aroused. Then, he sees something else and can't control himself.

You Ruined Everything (In The Nicest Way) [david/patrick, T, 1,818] by @lesbiantism

Patrick and (reluctantly) David dogsit for Bob. David finds that he’s more okay with this than he originally thought he’d be.

2023

[Podfic] Beautiful People Everywhere [david & clint, G, podfic] by @trueillusion82

An audio recording of MoreHuman's ficlet featuring David and Clint bonding over something unexpected.

Brow Hair in His Eyes [gen, T, 439] by @wearpersistencewell

Moira spots a handsome stranger while drinking with her boss. Or, the very short Mad Men crossover no one asked for.

Coconut [david/patrick, G, 100] by @ramonaflow

100 words based on the Tumblr prompt: Coconut

May Showers [david/patrick, G, 200] by @a-noble-dragon

Sometimes a little rain must fall, but that's more than ok... Patrick admires his garden through the rain speckled window.

slushy [david/patrick, G, 709] by @aoubooming

Patrick has had a long week and he deserves a treat. He gets that and more when he stops by the convenience store for some tea and meets David Rose.

2024

Olive [david/patrick, M, 100] by @ramonaflow

Shorts for Princess of Schitt's Creek [gen, G, 500] by @gingerann

Just a collection of short things that go with my Princess of Schitt's Creek series.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 5 fics/26,202 words 2020: 8 fanworks (6 fics, 2 podfics)/12,229 words 2021: 8 fanworks (6 fics, 2 podfics)/19,834 words 2022: 7 fanworks (6 fics, 1 fic + art combo)/43,761 words 2023: 5 fanworks (4 fics, 1 podfic)/1,456 words 2024: 2 fics/600 words Total: 35 fanworks (29 fics, 5 podfics, 1 fic + art combo)/104,152 words

[meidui]

tony's hands 🤤

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Asagiri and Harukawa could not have delivered a scarier Halloween chapter if they tried because what the fuck was this—

[sashabarkovonly]

I AM GOING FUCKING CRAZY 😵‍💫😩

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[sigskk]

happy holidays :)

[ID: A reddish monochrome drawing of Sigma and Chuuya from Bungou Stray Dogs. They are standing side-by-side and looking into the camera.

Sigma is on the left and is noticeably taller than Chuuya. He's wearing a reindeer headband and is dressed in a light turtleneck sweater and a thick overcoat.

Chuuya is on the right and is wearing his hat with a holly leaf and berry decoration on it. He's dressed in his standard button-up and trench coat.

The background is a muted, dark red with lighter snowflakes drifting down. End ID.]