#last week: injured my left leg

[alexei-home-fromthewar-at-last]

IT HAPPENED AGAIN!

IF ONE MORE THING GOES WRONG WITH MY BODY, I’M GONNA—

*another thing goes wrong with my body*

[nottysnake]

like real lovers do

☆pairing: theodore nott x reader

★wc: 1.7k

☆genre: fluff, angst

★summary: theodore keeps getting into fights and you need to know why. 

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loud. that’s all your head could process with the boosted bass coming from the speakers in the middle of the slytherin common room. 

“fuck, it stinks in here.” pansy says, sitting on my right. “mattheo threw the party this time. what do you expect, no weed?”i say. pansy snorts, “yeah right, he couldn’t last an hour without it, he’d ended up assaulting someone.” “that’s not true pans and you know it. that “someone” would be dead, not injured,” mattheo says, coming up from behind the couch we are sitting on, arm wrapped around theodore’s broad shoulders. i look up and see theo, finally seeing his face up close and not from across the room. “woah what the fuck happened to your face?” the flashing green lights can’t mask the big purple, swelling bruise forming on the bottom left of his jaw. i quickly sit up on my knees, turning to face theo while leaning against the back of the velvet dark green couch, courtesy of mr. malfoy.

 i reach up and carefully place my hand on the unaffected side of theo’s jaw. it’s a nasty looking bruise, but all i can think about is how close i am to theo and the fact that the minty gum he is chewing is causing my mouth to water. “nothing.” he says while grabbing the palm of my hand. “liaaaaaar” pansy and matt say in unison. pansy gets up “alrighty, i’m not getting involved in this one, good luck nott.” she says while leaving, quickly making her exit. i narrow my eyes at theodore, who is currently smirking. mattheo unwraps his arm from theo’s shoulder. “as much as i like when you rip him a new one, i somehow always get yelled at too, so i am just gonna…” mattheo drifts off, leaving us, and the bruise, alone. 

“why won’t you stop.” “stop what, piccolo?” his voice is raspy. i can now distinguish  the faint smell of weed and firewhisky. he must’ve started chewing gum before they came up to us, he knows i hate firewhisky.  my heart stops for a second and my eyes soften at the name he uses for me. he rounds the couch to sit on my right, never letting go of my hand. i shift towards him still on my knees, leaning towards his jaw to get a better look. “you can’t call me that when you’re in trouble” i say frowning. taking my hand back and placing them on my lap, looking down trying to figure out what to say.  yeah, i get upset when matty gets hurt when he fights someone for talking shit during a quidditch match. or when draco and potter get into it for whatever merlinforsaken reason. but when it’s theo, it's completely different. my heart feels like it physically stops and my lungs stop working. my chest tightens and my eyes blur.

“what's wrong pico-”

 “you know what’s wrong, i hate when you do this.” i whine. “it's too frequent now, you got detention for fighting with pucey the other day, you’re making them every week practically. your eye JUST healed and now you have to wait on your jaw to get better. i just don’t ge-” im swiftly cut off my being pulled into his side. maneuvering my legs to be splayed out over his instead of towards him. his left hand is now rubbing my back, while his other is holding my head, i close my eyes and sigh while i feel his lips against the top of my head “im sorry, baby”  i lean in closer, finding shelter in the crook of his neck. “then tell me why, you never tell me what happens, just that you beat the shit out of these people and that you’re sorry. don’t i deserve more than that if you're gonna continue making this a habit and making me sad every time i see another mark on you?” 

it's his turn to sigh now, “stop looking too much into it.”

 with that, i get up from the very comfy and warm seat that is his lap, and walk away. weaving in and out of people who are very drunk and probably very high. i’m getting bumped into by people and the dress i am wearing, that is already very short, is getting slowly higher and higher due to the amount of dancing drunk idiots run into me, riding it up. i can hear theo telling people to fuck off or get the fuck out of the waymeaning he is catching up. however, i am able to weave in and out faster than him. reaching the stairs, i get ready to ascend the ones to the right which leads to the girls dormitories, but i am grabbed by the waist before i can even make the first step. i gasp and tense , but a quick look down confirmed it is theo by the watch he is wearing that i got him for christmas two years ago. dang it, he caught up.

i relax, letting him now lead me up the stairs on the left, probably to his dorm room. he is still behind me, and his arm is still around my waist. each step we take, the closer i feel his body on mine, and the more im hyperaware of it. “let me go” even though i really don’t want him to. “okay” he let me go, but once we made it to his room. he opened the door and guided me through. no one was in there, draco must’ve been with pansy. lorenzo and mattheo were probably drinking, and blaise was probably hooking up with some girl who he will fall in love with for the next week and then forgets exists the next. i’d bet accuracy on that one. 

as he shuts the door behind us, he lets go of my waist. suddenly,  it;s cold, and my mouth temporarily frowns before he turns me around to face him with his arms on my shoulder. he ducks down to look into my eyes, “i am sorry piccolo. i’m not sorry for doing it, but im sorry that i upset you when i do and i still do it knowin that. i just react.” his face is genuine and his words are slow, something that happens when he is telling the truth. “please tell me why, maybe i can help.” he closes his eyes for a second and then takes a deep breath. opening his eyes, he moves his hands to my face, cradling me like i'm the most precious thing in the world. “they deserved it. adrian was telling a couple of his blokes in the courtyard that he wanted to fuck you. he was saying all the vulagar things he would do to you and i heard it and i snapped,” he starts, breathing heavily “i didn’t even think, i just went at him. his lads got scared and left, but i knew who they were and whenever i saw them i just beat the fuck out of them for laughing at what he said. that’s what happened tonight. they all deserved it for fucking with you so im not gonna say sorry for giving them what they deserved.” 

“you got hurt though”

 “i’d get beat to the brink of death to defend you and make sure you're safe. i couldnt give a fuck less if i get hurt”

 “but i do theo, i give a fuck!” i yell, my voice cracking while my tears start to well. his eyes widen, bringing me into a hug. his arms squeeze around me and i am home.  

“smettila di piangere amore mio” (stop crying my love).”he whispers.

”i dont even know what that means” i muffle against his chest. his hands soothing me, leaving a trail of heat on their wake. 

he chuckles, “why are you crying?” 

i dig deeper into his chest, “i don’t want you to hurt. i don't want you bruised. i just want you to be okay. i get stressed whenever i think about you in any state of harm and it hurts my heart. i don't care what they were saying about me. they don't matter. you do” 

i feel his lips on my forehead. “i care what they say about you. they cant just speak ill of what's mine. especially you, piccolo”. theo moves his arms to wrap around my waist once again. finding solace against him, i wrap mine around his shoulders. with instinct, theo starts to lift me and my legs find shelter around his hips. the bottom of the short black dress i wore to the party is surprisingly not exposing me, but i feel one of his hands position right under my thighs to stabilize myself against him as he moves us to his bed. he sits down against the headboard, now making it so i am sitting/laying atop him, arms still wrapped around his shoulders. “look at me” he whispers. i shake my head. “tesoro, look at me.” i sigh, tilting my head to comply. my eyes reach his, except they don't meet mine. i am looking at his eyes, while he is looking down, at my lips. i breathe shakily, and he copies.

 “fuck it” and with that, he kisses me, and i am in heaven. he grabs my face, and i feel every emotion theo is feeling right now. All for me. 

the kiss is sweet, not rough, like everything theodore nott embodies. theodore nott loves me, and i love him. and not like how best friends love each other. like real lovers do.

theo pulls away panting, and i open my eyes to meet his. “i love you piccolo. i love you and i won't let anyone speak of you like that. ever.” my heart swells at his confession.

“ i love you too theo.” i pause, then smirk. “if you really loved me, you wouldn’t get into more fights.” 

ha, now he's backed in a corner. 

my celebration is quickly turned into surprise as theo flips us, and my back collides with the soft mattress of his bed. he is leaning over me now,smirking, and my brain stops working. “shut up and let me kiss you as my apologies, i can get yelled at later. i want you now.” and so he does, and so i forget why he was in trouble. i just focus on his sweet lips on my lips, and i am euphoric.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version) V

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: Alexia comes to ballet class

For some reason, Alexia feels nervous.

She's played some big matches. She's won some big trophies. She's scored some big goals.

But none of those moments ever made her as nervous as she feels now.

Your ballet school had sent home a leaflet just last week about having a parent-child day where parents could join in on practice with their kids.

Alexia had signed herself up without thinking before the realisation had sunk in about what she had done.

She hadn't danced in years, not properly anyway and left it all behind to pursue football. She wasn't quite sure she still remembered how to do that style of dance, let alone your style of ballet.

But, still, she had signed up and the awestruck look on your face when she told you was worth it all.

"Alright mummies and daddies," The too-happy voice of your teacher exclaims," We're so excited to have you here with us today. Why don't you go and grab your little one and find a spot at one of the barres?"

The whole class is sitting cross legged on the floor and Alexia can pick you out easily with your favourite leotard and the little braid Olga had given you this morning.

Alexia smiles at you, gently taking your hand as you pull her over to the spot at the very end of the mirror, just like your preferred space at your barre back home.

"Alright boys and girls! Now, first position!"

Alexia knows that one. She's pretty sure she's one of the only parents that actually does because she shifts into position while others look around in confusion.

"And now, plié."

It's fairly simple stuff but Alexia's not surprised. You're still little but you're doing exceptionally well. She catches sight of your determined little face as you bob up and down.

This is one of the better ballet schools for younger kids. Back when you first started ballet, Alexia didn't really care where you went so Eli had organised it.

Alexia feels glad that her Mama spent so much time researching because now that she's started visiting and chatting to the other parents, she knows that some ballet 'schools' are barely schools for young children, not really focused on teaching them actual ballet like this one is.

Throughout this whole exercise, you remain composed and calm the entire time. You easily shift in and out of the positions you need to be in and your teacher has nothing but compliments for you whenever she comes past.

You smile brightens each time and Alexia has to stop herself from leaning down to give you kisses all over your face.

"Alright boys and girls! Water break!"

Your focused face disappears from your features as soon as the water break is called and you whirl around to look at Alexia.

"I..." You seem a bit nervous, shuffling your feet. "Are you having fun, Mami?"

Alexia crouches down in front of you, gently pushing away some flyaways from your face. "I'm having so much fun, bambi."

"Really? I know it's not football but-"

"I don't need football to have a fun time with you," Alexia assures you, a soft kiss being pressed against your forehead," Do you know what we're doing after this?"

You nod. "Floorwork," You say seriously," Floorwork and then cool down and then home time." You chew on your bottom lip for a moment before you shyly ask," Would you like to be my floorwork partner, Mami?"

Alexia smiles. "I'd love to."

Floorwork sounds more intimidating than it is. All it really boils down to is the class going in pairs one corner to the other doing things like skipping to the beat of the music.

Alexia supposes it's a bit like conditioning in a way and holds your hand nice and tight as you both skip from one end of the room to the other.

Nearer the end, the teacher switches to turns and Alexia's a little glad that she's not the only parent that makes a bit of a fool of themselves.

To her credit, she, at least, manages to stay on her feet which can't be said for one dad who trips over his own laces and nearly smashes his face into the floor.

"Well done today, boys and girls!" The teacher says as everyone packs up," And well done to mummies and daddies too! I'll see you all next week!"

Alexia keeps a grip on your hand, swinging your arms as she heads out to the car, packing it up with both of your bags and buckling you into your car seat.

"I had a lot of fun today, bambi," She tells you as she heads down the familiar road towards the house," It was very interesting to see what your classes are like."

"You did very well, Mami," You say earnestly, nodding your head," I wish parents could always been in my classes. It's more fun when there's grown ups."

Alexia laughs. "If there were always grown ups then you'd never get anything done! The mummies and daddies will keep falling over and the whole class will just be everyone laughing at us."

You shake your head. "I wouldn't laugh at your, Mami. Promise."

Alexia smiles at you in the rear view mirror.

"I'm glad, bambi."

There's silence for a moment and then," Do you want to practice at my barre at home? For when parents can come back to class?"

"That sounds perfect."

[rottenherbs]

Frequent Flyer (pt.2)

Pairing: G.W x Healer! Reader Summary: With madam Pomphrey leaving George in your hands, the close quarters open the opportunity to get to know each other better ~ W/C: 1.3k A/N: SLOW BURN. actually v happy with this one! My week seems to be looking up so hopefully I’ll be in a better mood to write more. I appreciate everyone’s patience <3 [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

You hadn’t seen George since he unfortunatly dislocated his shoulder, and honestly you had hated seeing him in that much pain. His strong mask of indifference and comedy had worn off and the reality of his injuries shined through.

Oh, there were tears. Short, fat droplets fell from his cheeks as he shielded himself in your body, holding your hand firmly as Madam Pomphrey counted down.

It was humanizing truthfully. The young man had taken several falls that season, each only resulting in a few scrapes and a defining migraine but nothing he wasn’t able to walk off within the day.

But he had always been seen as untouchable, not just to you but to most of the students around. The long healing journey ahead of him only bolstered his reputation and his ego as well.

After the replacement of his shoulder, Mamam Pomphrey inclined she wanted him to stay overnight to monitor his status, though you knew it was more of a punishment in order for the boy to not jump back on the broom.

“Overnight, possibly the weekend depending-“ You repeated, rereading the chart Madam Pomphrey had left.

”Ohhh brother, I'm fine!” George wined, sitting up in the cot abruptly, unable to hide the stiffness and pain in his body. The soft cloth cast kept his arm in place, tightly bound with the help of magical knots. There was no way he could untie it himself-

“You know it's for the best.” You laughed, walking around his bedside adjusting his blankets. Goerge rolled his eyes, slumping lazily into the sheets. “You know she cares a lot for you and your brother.”

”Hmph.” George replied, looking off into the distance. The closer you stood to him, the faster his heart beat. The previous hours of hand holding, had lasting intimate thoughts trickle through his mind.

How you leaned into his body as he wept, holding his hand tightly. He had been consistently repeating the memory, hoping he could feel the sensation of your body on his again.

”Meaning-“ you added, patting his leg flirtatiously as he grunted. His head turned quickly towards you, as if awoken by a daze. “She knows you well enough to keep you in her sight so you don't get injured again.” You stood at the end of the cot with your hands on your hips, your head cocked slightly to the side.

George’s large brown eyes looked up to you, a soft joking pout settling on his lips as he watched you.

”That won't work on me.” You stumped, turning away and walking over to the windows. The sun was setting and it was time to turn over the hospital wing for the night. Goerge let out a large sigh, leaning his head back on his pillow and staring at the ceiling.

A moment of silence passed between you two, only the sounds of your heels hitting the stone floor echoed quietly though the empty hall.

You stole quick glances at him, seeing him almost lost in his own mind. You couldn't tell if he had a hundred thoughts going through his head or none at all.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked casually, hoping he wouldn't catch the shake in your throat as you asked. His eyes stayed firm on the ceiling, his lips tight into a thin smile. He caught himself quickly, ashamed that he was thinking of how your hand felt in his, and how embarrassed he was to be crying in your arms just hours prior.

Clearing his throat, he racked his brain for something to say.. something normal.

“Do you sleep here? At hogwarts.. I mean..” He spoke quickly, each word falling off of his lips as if he wasn't sure how the sentence would end.

You chuckled at the question, surprised at its nature.

“I sleep over there.” You pointed across the hall at an unsuspecting door, a small placard placed just adjacent with your name engraved in bronze. Georges eyes bulged almost at the thought that you'd be sleeping just a room away while he stayed in the large open space.

“Why.. Worried you might get scared of the dark all alone?’ You asked jokingly, watching his body stiffen as he sat up to get a better look. His cheeks reddened, almost shoving himself back down into the cot as if he wasn't interested.

“No? I mean.... pshhhh. Just curious.” He raptured, playing off his eager inflection poorly, rubbing his hands across the bed sheets anxiously. You laughed to yourself, walking over to his cot and taking a seat next to the bed, placing a single lit candle on the nightstand.

“What other questions do you have..” You asked, leaning back in the chair. “You’re my only patient and ive got time to kill.” You crossed your hands on your lap, interlocking your fingers. You hadn’t relatives how clammy they had gotten-

“I can ask anything?” Goerge asked, looking at you suspiciously.

”The world is your oyster.” You shrugged.

Goerge thought for only a moment, scheming several things he would love to know about you. His breathing was shallow, surprising you with hkw serious he took this offer.

Finally, after what felt like forever. He spoke,

“Where are you from?”

The question was simple, yet took you off guard anyway.

“Cambridge.” You responded simply.

“England?” Georges eyes bulged

“Last time I checked.” You chuckled, his face was screwed up in confusion, almost not believing your answer.

“Why didn’t you go to Hogwarts?” He asked plainly. His face was confused, almost jealous. He day dreamt for a moment how you’d look walking the halls.

“My mum got a job when I was young in France. We moved and I was already settled and accepted into beaubaxon.” You shrugged, pursing your lips. It was a plain answer, but not one to quench his thirst for knowledge.

A glimmer of dissatisfaction spread across George’s face.

“Well I believe you’d have a better time here.” He folded his arms across his chest, nodding his head approvingly.

“Riiiiigh.” You drawled on, rolling your eyes jokingly. “I got a fantastic education which made me end up here anyway.” You huffed, dramatically motioning around the hospital wing aimlessly.

“And what a gift that is.” George sung, smiling at you sweetly. You smiled back, stuck in the moment. Only the soft glow of the candle light lit up the space between you; the sun finally set over the horizon.

“Believe me. The pleasure is all mine.” You stood abruptly, feeling a rushing sense of butterflies in your stomach the longer your eyes locked. As you turned, George pouted behind your back, realizing that night was coming and you would have to part.

Brushing your uniform robes down, you glanced up at him briefly, clearing your throat.

“Alright. Is there anything I can get you before bed?” You smiled cheerfully, using any attempt to cover the sudden flush of color you felt rising to your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t mind a good sponge bath - I don’t think I’ve gotten rid of all the dirt under my nails.” He joked, lifting his hands and examining them closely.

“No nooo, not gonna work.” You took a step back, wagging your finger. George thought for another excuse, the wheels in his mind working in overtime as you took another step away from the cot.

“I’m quite afraid of the dark you see—“

“That’s what the candle is for!” You smiled, pointing enthusiastically at the growing flame on his nightstand. George huffed, leaning over pretending to blow out the candle.

“Don’t you dare.” You threatened, pointing your finger firmly at the boy. He leaned back over and stayed still in the center.

“Alright alright.” You chuckled, turning on your heel and walking with your back towards him. “

Madam Pomphrey will check in with you first thing tomorrow.”

“You can’t deny I’m good company!” George shouted after you, even though your back was turned you could hear the grin through each word.

Sleep tight!”

Lifting your right hand as you walked, you waved the boy away, shaking your head before disappearing into your bedchambers.

[xothatnerdykid]

guilty as sin

You're a dedicated nurse who loves their job even when it means taking care of stubborn, battle-worn pro-heroes (or maybe especially then). Aizawa Shouta x gn!reader. Set between S6 & S7. Fluff, slight angst with comfort. SFW, 2k words.

The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you walk down the pristine white hallways of Central Hospital. The raid against the Paranormal Liberation Front had left the medical facility overcrowded, understaffed, and bustling with activity. You yourself had been working tirelessly for the last 24 hours straight to care for the numerous injured heroes and civilians. 

Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, your feet dragging slightly with each step. Your shift was supposed to have ended hours ago, and you were more than ready to clock out and get some much-needed rest. However, there was just one patient left to see.

You knock at the door. 

"Good morning," you greet the man lying down on the bed. You don't have the strength to muster a smile, but that's okay. He doesn't seem to either. 

Instead, he gives you a familiar nod. "Good morning."

He was a brooding, reserved man of a few words. With dark hair and even darker eyes - well, eye, the other being wrapped in bandages - he looked more tired than you some days. You can't fault him for that though. You knew he had been at the front lines of the battle that day and had paid a heavy price for it. 

He sits up as you come closer, approaching his bedside. The room is quiet, save for the soft beeping of the machines monitoring his vitals.

"How are you feeling today?"

He shrugs. "I've been better. I've been worse."

"I can see that," you nod, noting the way his complexion is less pale and his hair less unruly today compared to the past week. You open the blinds for him, warm light streaming into the dim room. ��More sunlight ought to be good for you.”

“Mhm,” is all he says, blinking up at the bright, blue sky out the window. 

You take that as your cue to go about your usual tasks silently, adjusting his IV, checking his bandages, writing down his vitals. 

Then, out of the blue, he says, “You’ve been working long hours lately. You should get some rest.” 

"Believe me, I will. Just as soon as you're taken care of first."

"I'm fine,” he responds in a clipped, dismissive tone of voice.

“Fine or not, it's my job to make sure you’re comfortable and healing properly. You went through a lot, losing an eye and a leg. Frankly, I’m not sure we should go through with discharging you tomorrow.”

He heaves a tired sigh, “Like I said, I’ve been better, but I’ve been worse, too.” 

Frowning, you sit down on the bedside chair and take a moment to look at him. Despite his stoic facade, you can see the toll all those years of being a hero have taken on him, especially the past few weeks. The dark circles under his remaining eye, the weary lines and scars etched into his face. The worried, pained look that lingers even when he's trying to relax. 

"You know, it's okay to admit that you're not feeling great. From what I've been told, it seems like you've been through hell and back."

He shrugs again, leaning back against the pillows with a wince that he tries to hide. "It comes with the job. If anyone deserves your concern, it's my students."

“It must be hard, seeing them fight in a war. They’re just children, after all.”

He nods grimly, his mouth a tight line. "And because of this—" he touches the bandages covering his eye "—my quirk is pretty much useless now, especially on the villains we’re up against.”

He doesn't say it, but you can hear it in the tightness of his voice, his clenched jaw, his hands fisting the bedsheet. You know what he really means: “I'm useless now."

You want to reach out to touch him, maybe place your hand atop his, but you're not sure if he'd welcome such a gesture, especially from someone he's only known for a short time. You settle for a few sympathetic words instead, folding your hands in your lap. 

"Aizawa-san, do you honestly think your quirk is the only thing that makes you a hero? You've done so much for your students, for so many people. You're a mentor and a role model to these kids. I'm sure they trust and look up to you more because of this, not less.”

He looks at you for a long moment, that same unreadable expression on his face.

"I appreciate that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t protect them the way I used to."

"Maybe not, but even without your quirk, you have your experience, your wisdom, and a heart that cares deeply for them. That's more than enough."

Instead of responding, he stares silently up at the ceiling. You don't push him, resigning to let the moment simply stretch out. After all, this is the most you've ever talked to him the whole week.

As he gets lost in his thoughts, you find yourself mentally tracing the contours of his face, where the sunlight bathes his skin in a soft, warm glow. It accentuates the strong lines of his jaw, his nose. Softens the look in his dark eyes. 

You take a quiet breath, surprised by the fluttering sensation in your chest. It's an odd time and place to notice something like this, but you can’t deny there's a certain rugged handsomeness to him.

You shift your weight, feeling a little self-conscious about your own thoughts. It’s unprofessional, you chide yourself, to think of a patient this way. But the inexplicable attraction you feel for the man before you is unmistakeable.

Aizawa turns slightly, catching you off guard as his eyes meet yours. When he finally speaks again, his voice is softer, almost contemplative. 

“It's strange. There was a time in my life when I wouldn't have cared what happened to me in the line of duty, whether I lived or died. But now...I want to live for those kids. My kids.”

You manage a wobbly smile even as your heart aches at his words. "Your students are lucky to have someone who cares about them so much."

“You remind me of them a little bit.” He lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling softly in the quiet room. “Determined, stubborn, always insisting on helping.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

The corner of his lips quirk up, and the realization that he might actually be teasing you sends your heart aflutter. 

“Mostly good,” he murmurs. “A little bit troublesome for me though.”

“Yeah?” You bite back a smirk. “You’ve been a bit troublesome for me, too, you know.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the pillows. “Is that so? And how do you propose I make it up to you, then?”

Maybe it’s the huskiness of his voice, the quiet intensity of his gaze, or the faint smile tugging at his lips, but something about him in this moment makes your stomach freefall. And you’re suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him, passionately and spontaneously, as if afraid to see sense. 

You know you shouldn't indulge this, should put a stop to this train of thought before it gains too much momentum. You’re thankful you manage to keep your voice steady despite the rush of blood pounding in your ears. 

“Well, Aizawa-san, you could start by taking me out to dinner. Dealing with a patient as stubborn as you has its price, you know.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake. But then his gaze flickers down to your lips before meeting your eyes again, and you feel your breath hitch. He tilts his head, his expression thoughtful yet guarded, as if trying to read between the lines of your playfulness.

“I suppose,” he concedes softly. “But you might find that I’m not as interesting as you think, Y/N. I’m just a man who cares about the people in his life and does what he can to protect them.”

"That's exactly what I like about you.” Your voice drops to a whisper, your hand lightly brushing against his.

He groans softly, and you feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the sound. He rubs his hand down his face, seemingly weighing his options. 

It’s not too late, you assure yourself in a rush of anxious thoughts. You haven’t crossed any lines you can’t go back on, haven’t overstepped the delicate boundary between patient and nurse, between flirtation and something more. 

“Will you let me kiss you at the end of the date?”

Oh.

The line is a dot now.

You swallow hard and — heart pounding in your chest, everything else spinning dizzyingly out of focus — you rush forward to close the distance between you, pressing your lips urgently against his. 

The spark you felt before intensifies into an electrifying current now, racing down your spine as he tangles one hand in your hair and another holds you by the nape. He tilts your head back to kiss you deeper, his lips hungrily exploring yours, and you feel drunk on the pleasure of his touch, the intoxicating scent of his skin and his aftershave.

The softness of his lips contrasts with the roughness of his stubble, sending shivers of delight coursing through you. His mouth is warm and inviting, and you lose yourself in the sensation of his kiss, the way he breathes you in, the quiet sighs of pleasure that escape both of you. 

Your mind spins with the realization of how much you’ve wanted this and how many ill-advised daydreams you’ve had of him these past few weeks. When you finally break apart for air, you keep your forehead pressed against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. The sound of your blood rushing in your ears drowns out the rhythmic beeping of the machines around you, and for a moment, the world feels narrowed down to just the two of you.

“I-I’m sorry,” Your breath comes in ragged gasps. Your fingers gingerly touch your lips, which are pursed in surprise. “That was reckless of me. I shouldn’t have.”

Aizawa blinks at you, his dark eyes wide and dazed, like he’s trying to process what just happened. He licks his lips, a gesture that sends a fresh wave of warmth through your body.

“Do you…” His voice is husky, tinged with uncertainty. “Do you regret it?”

“No, of course not,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “I only regret not doing it at a better time.”

His eyes widen slightly in surprise before softening, the tension in his shoulders seemingly melting away. 

"Good," he murmurs, reaching for you, his thumb cradling your jaw and tracing small, soothing circles on your skin. “Because I’d like to do it again—”

He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek.

“And again—”

He brushes his lips teasingly against yours, feather-light and promising of more.

“And again.”

The admission sends a thrill through you, a rush of joy and excitement that makes your pulse quicken. "All the more reason to look forward to dinner, I suppose. After you get better, that is."

He chuckles softly. "Shouldn't be a problem, seeing as how I have an excellent nurse taking care of me."

"Mmmhm. Speaking of, is there anything else I can do to make you…more comfortable before I leave?” You can't help but ask, a playful lilt in your voice.

He captures your lips in a delicate kiss, so sweet and tender, like a dream barely skimming the surface of reality. You've finally calmed down enough to hear the sound of his heart rising, betrayed by the loudening beep of the machine. His hand trails down your arm and he laces his fingers with yours, smiling against your lips. 

“I can think of a few things.”

[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> what is his problem?

word count: 2.1k TW: a bucket of snark, cold wonwoo, mentions of bullying, swearing italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

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"Mingyu!" Cyana yelled from across the living room, her leg propped up as she sat icing her swollen ankle.

The boy in question slid into view, stumbling a little for balance as he grappled with the slippery wooden floors. "Yes, princess?"

Cyana made a little face at the nickname. "Can you charge my phone for me please? I left it in the kitchen and I can't stand up." She pouted at the mention of her rolled ankle. "And I thought I told you not to call me that."

Mingyu let out a deep sigh. "It's fitting though, don't you think? You are seventeen's princess." He poked her ankle gently. "Look at me, waiting on you hand and foot."

She sent him a glare. "You're the reason I'm like this." She let her upper half crumple dramatically onto the couch.

Mingyu had came rushing into practice this afternoon, colliding into an unaware Cyana, who had just been trying to leave the room for water. Everyone had chalked it up to the fact that Mingyu only ever looked parallel to his height, and could not see Cyana below him.

"I've already apologized." He whined, leaving to grab her phone. "You're even sleeping over so I can take care of you. Seungcheol said it was my punishment. You know only special people can ever enter the Minwon residence."

She scoffed. She noticed she was unnaturally riled up today, annoyed by the pain and inconvenience of not being able to walk. "Special, my ass."

"Hey." Mingyu stared at her from the doorway, having been on his way to grab a charger for her phone. He sent her a frown. "I understood that."

Cyana stuck out her tongue in retaliation, smiling to herself when it got a loud laugh from Mingyu. She watched him walk out of view, probably to his room to grab his charger.

They really had started to feel a little like family, Cyana realized as she sat there, with nothing to do but to ponder. She wouldn't have ever expected to be enjoying small moments like this, despite her ankle still throbbing. She also wouldn't have ever thought this job would be anymore than purely working. She never imagined she'd make friends, let alone call 13 boys her family. Well, 11 boys, she correctly ruefully. Woozi had been refusing to speak to her since the Hug BPM incident, although Cyana noticed he had changed it to be 138. Wonwoo was another one who seemed to be doing everything under the sun to avoid her, despite them literally being under the same roof right now. He had helped Mingyu move her from the car to their couch, gave her a look over and retreated to his room.

She let out a huff. She'd been here for nearly two months now, and comeback season would begin in less than two weeks. Wonwoo or Woozi (preferably both) would have to get their shit together sooner or later, before fans began to notice and shit started getting stirred.

Mingyu knocked twice on Wonwoo's door before entering. The last time he had walked in unannounced, a controller had been sent flying his way.

"Wonwoo hyung~" He called, reaching over to move Wonwoo's headset slightly off his ear. "Can I borrow your charger?"

Wonwoo frowned, blinking at Mingyu, his eyes adjusting from the bright screen back to reality. "Why?" Mingyu's phone wasn't adaptable to his charger head.

Mingyu waved the lilac phone in his hand. "Cyana's phone."

"She's got you charging her phone for her now?" Wonwoo muttered, getting up to grab it from the floor next to his bed. "Puppy."

"Hey!" Mingyu protested indignantly. "Her ankle's injured. I'm just helping. Like you should be doing."

Wonwoo frowned. "Why would I?"

"She's family."

Wonwoo scoffed. "She's not family. Family is the people who were there with us in that fucking lime green room."

Mingyu cut his eyes at the older boy, disappointed. "Cyana's a good person. You'd know if you'd just give her a chance."

"She's a ticking time bomb, Gyu. You need to realize that." Wonwoo's shoulders sagged as he sighed, handing over his charger. "She's going to blow up our comeback either way."

"You've been talking too much with Woozi hyung." Mingyu decided. "One skeptic's enough in this group."

"She's got 11 cheerleaders and knights-in-waiting already." Wonwoo quickly countered, sitting back down and putting his headphones back on, clicking open a new game. "I just don't think we'd get along."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "She's literally you, Wonwoo. Down the a T." He groaned when the older boy gave no reaction, the headphones blocking his words. "Aish-" He slapped the back of Wonwoo's head gently. "Idiot."

Returning back to the living room, he plugged the charger in the outlet next to Cyana and handed her her phone. "You better thank Wonwoo later, it's his charger."

Cyana groaned. "Why~ Couldn't you have just grabbed yours?"

"My charger doesn't fit your phone, nana." Mingyu frowned. "Did something happen between you and Wonwoo hyung or what?"

"What do you mean?"

Mingyu took a seat next to her, hands reaching over to bring her injured foot into his lap, massaging her ankle. "Just mean that there has to be a reason you hate each other, that's all."

"I don't hate him, Gyu." Cyana sighed. "I just don't like being where I'm clearly not wanted."

"I'll talk to him."

Cyana shook her head. "No, no. Don't make it worse. It's okay, Gyu." She patted his arm. "Wonwoo not liking me isn't going to destroy me. As long as he hides it well during recordings, we're fine."

"He's my best friend though~" Mingyu whined. "I want my two best friends to get along well."

Cyana let out a shaky laugh, hit by a sudden jolt of pain when Mingyu pressed on a particular spot. "Sadly we don't always get what we want." She squeezed his shoulder. "Really, though. It's okay. I still have more friends than I ever had before."

He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged. "I didn't really have friends growing up, is all. I was busy."

Mingyu looked at her sadly. "That's not good. Childhood friends are the best. You didn't make any at school?"

Cyana thought for a little bit, reaching over to move Mingyu's fingers to a certain spot where she felt like the pain was the most. "I had some friends in Vancouver, but once we moved to LA, everyone kind of already had friends. So it was awkward to join them."

"Oh." Mingyu couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Cyana didn't have friends in LA. She was so comforting and funny and pretty and good.

"They were all mean anyways." Cyana shrugged off the heaviness that the memories had brought her. "Not very friend-material."

Mingyu nodded. "I guess." He was still sad though, imagining lonely baby Cyana in the middle of a busy and large LA.

Sensing his sadness for her, Cyana offered him a bright smile. "I have you now. And Shua. And Kyeomie, and Boo, and Chan, and Vernon." She began counting them with her fingers, earning a smile from Mingyu. "And Hannie, and Hoshi, and Jun, and Haohao, and Seungcheol." She paused. "Well, kind of Seungcheol. I don't know if we're there yet." Looking up at Mingyu, she smiled. "But still! That's a lot of friends."

"I'm glad." Mingyu could only say, although his eyes said a whole lot more. I'm glad you have us. I'm glad you see us as your friends. I'm glad you're our friend. My friend. Cyana's grateful smile told him she understood.

The next morning, Cyana woke up in a stranger's bed. She sat up, frowning when she didn't recognize the bedroom she was in. Mingyu's bedroom did not have pretty LED lights coming from the ceiling, and last time she checked, he didn't own a gaming station.

"Get up."

Her eyes widened at the sound of Wonwoo's voice. She turned her head to look at him, leaning on the doorframe of the connected bathroom.

"What?" She mumbled, still deciding whether or not it was all a dream. It had to be, for on what planet would she wake up in Wonwoo's bed?

"I said get up." Wonwoo sighed, pushing himself off the doorframe to grab his coat from the foot of the bed. Sensing her confusion, he bit back a tiny smile. "You and Mingyu both fell asleep on the couch last night. I brought Mingyu back to his bed but found you couldn't fit comfortably next to him so I brought you here." He threw his coat on, grabbing his keys and phone as well. "I slept outside on the couch, don't worry."

Cyana's face flushed. It didn't go past her that this was the most words Wonwoo had ever spoken to her. "Sorry." She moved to get up. A large hand stopped her, grabbing her shoulder.

"Sorry." Wonwoo mumbled, releasing her. "Your ankle."

"Oh." Her face flushed again. "I think it should be fine. Mingyu's pretty good at physical therapy."

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Cyana stood up, gingerly placing weight on her bad ankle. Wonwoo stood a couple steps away from her, ready if something were to go wrong.

"It's fine." Cyana gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks. You could've just left me on the couch." She had definitely expected him to.

"Maybe I should've." Wonwoo muttered. "Hip Hop unit's got practice early today. Breakfast's on the table. Don't call. Don't burn the house down. And don't touch my things." He left the room without another word. Cyana heard Mingyu's voice from the distance and could hear the front door shutting behind them.

She blinked, frozen. She didn't know whether to cry or celebrate that Wonwoo had finally acknowledged her presence. His actions and words confused her greatly. It was i put you in my bed and slept outside so you can sleep well and then shout loudly to wake you up followed by a got you breakfast ending with a i don't trust you in my house.

She sighed, shaking her head. Boys.

Although her stomach grumbled, she opted to skip breakfast. Her stylists had complained that she wasn't fitting the skirt they'd made for their stage performances, despite it being not her size at all. She supposed it meant she still had a long way to go before she would look good onstage next to the members.

Looking around the room, she was able to properly see Wonwoo's place for the first time. It was clean, she expected nothing less from him. Everything about him screamed clean.

The computer hummed with life despite it being off and it was surrounded by photographs and equipment. She smiled when she spotted a photograph of what looked to be young seventeen, huddled together in the midst of their trainee years. There was also a few photos of a dog, who she assumed was Wonwoo's back home. There were books as well, overfilling the shelves that lined the far wall. That was something Cyana could relate to, although these titles were all in Korean instead of English. She found that she missed having books to read. It was hard to find anything good in Korea that she could understand.

She could've spent eternity in Wonwoo's room just looking at things, trying to decipher a person she desperately wanted to know. Her phone rang however, startling her.

"Hello?" It was their manager.

"Oh. Manager oppa. What's going on?" Cyana frowned. The manager rarely called them, schedules and changes were usually relayed through text.

"We have a couple company higher-ups who want to see your improvement before the comeback, Soyeon-ssi. I'm sorry to spring it on you now, but they'll be at Pledis soon. Could you come over quickly?"

Her blood rang cold. "Oh, uh- yes. I'm at Mingyu's right now. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Great. No need to panic, Soyeon. They just want to know if you're ready."

That was the thing though. Cyana didn't think she was ready. Sure, she'd been practicing with the others, learning techniques she hadn't learnt in LA, but she still wasn't as polished as the others. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of levels and angles, although she tried her hardest knowing it was essential to Seventeen's famed synchronization.

Rushing out of Wonwoo's room, she threw on the first hoodie she found in Mingyu's room before rushing to leave, locking the door behind her. Waving down a taxi, she sent prayers to all the gods she did not believe in that she'd pass whatever test they were giving her. She wanted to debut. She needed to. She wasn't about to let herself be sent back to LA. Not when she had family here.

author's note: ahhh! thank you so much for reading! things are about to get intense (,,>﹏<,,)

[meelusinee]

MEETING THE FAMILY | R.B X READER

word count \ 1.6k | fluffy fluff | slash / regulus black x reader

in which regulus meets up with andromeda and remus after years of separation, and you offer to meet his family

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

Regulus was sat in a cafe.

Not your cafe, that was his first mistake. 

His leg was bouncing up and down as he fidgeted with the silver rings resting on his finger. He had agreed to meet Sirius here. In a cafe on the border of the Wizarding World. 

That was his second mistake.

He felt a third rising in his chest when he saw Sirius walking in, his leather coat more scruffed than when he last saw it. He knew that Sirius probably got into another motorcycle accident or two since he left. There was a fourth when he saw Andromeda walking in with him, and a fifth and sixth when he saw Remus. 

But he stayed in his seat.

“Reggie!” Sirius called out enthusiastically, running up to his table and slamming his hands down on the table. “I brought Andy and Moony, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.” he minded.

“Excellent!” he said, turning around and dramatically waving the two of them to the table. Sirius and Remus sat down across from Regulus, with Andromeda sitting down beside him.

“Hello again Regulus.” Remus said, smiling softly and nodding. Andromeda ran up as soon as she was gestured too, pulling Regulus into a tight hug.

“Hi to you two as well,” he mumbled, his voice a bit choked as Andromeda squeezed tighter.

“Andy, let him breathe.” Remus reminded her, sighing and shaking his head as he buried his head in his hands. “And Sirius, stop banging the table.”

“Sorry.” the both of them mumbled, with Andromeda sitting down and Sirius putting his hands in his lap. Sirius’ eyes landed on Regulus then, a small but genuine smile on his face.

There was a quiet pause across the table, maybe for an eternity or just a couple of minutes.

“I’m glad that you stood up for yourself.” Sirius said out of nowhere, his voice more vulnerable then he had ever heard it before. “Do you know that?”

“I do now.” Regulus said, his voice quiet. 

“How’s your arm?” Andromeda asked quietly, leaning forward a bit as her hands reached out for his hand. They didn’t touch his arm, but they hovered close enough.

“I don’t know.” Regulus held his arm out, letting Andromeda roll his sleeve up. “I haven’t changed my dressing since yesterday.”

“Jesus, that’s bloody.” Sirius muttered quietly, leaning forward. “That’s worse then when you showed me last week.”

“I ripped the stitch in my sleep.” he muttered.

Andromeda unwrapped the dressing and hissed quietly. There wasn’t bone at the very least, though the muscle was still injured and red. Not to mention that the end of it looked infected.

“Jesus Christ, when do you clean this?” Andromeda whispered. “I taught you healing spells!”

Regulus shook his head slowly. “I can’t. They can track my magic.”

“I have potions that help to get rid of infections.” Remus said to him. “It might take a couple doses to heal, but it could turn it into a surface-level injury.”

“That would help, I think.” Regulus mumbled under his breath, dressing his arm back. He hadn’t thought about that originally, that Remus could help him heal his cut. “Thanks, Remus.”

“Mhm.” Remus smiled.

“On a less serious note,” Sirius said, a small smirk growing on his face. “How’ve you been other than that? Any new drama between Mother and Father before you left?”

Regulus sighed, rolling his eyes. “Mother is dead.”

“Mother is what?” Andromeda gasped, Sirius laughing out loud. Regulus rolled his eyes again as Sirius started gasping for breath, body falling against Remus’.

“Sirius.” Remus groaned, a tone that Regulus currently related too heavily.

“Oh, Remus!” he said, still laughing. “Oh, you don’t understand! This is perfect!”

“Love,” Regulus called out as soon as he got home, his voice echoing farther through the walls than he would like to admit.

Talking with Sirius and Andromeda involved talking about a lot of childhood stories. Talking about childhood stories ended up reminding him of his childhood, every footstep and crack in his voice reminding him of his mother and his father. 

It wasn’t a fun thing, to say the least.

“Master Regulus!” Kreacher called out, his little feet padding through the house. “Miss Y/N has not arrived home yet, Sir, but she ensured that Kreacher prepared you a meal for when you arrived home.”

“Oh,” Regulus mumbled quietly, eyebrows furrowing. “I thought she was off today.”

“Miss Y/N said that she had errands to run, though did not let Kreacher know what.” he said, his head dropping to the floor. “Kreacher was told that he would tell Master Regulus, and that it was meant to be a surprise.”

“I see.” he said, nodding curtly before walking with Kreacher to the kitchen. “What’d you make?”

“Pasta, Sir.” he said, smiling a bit. “A regular spaghetti, Miss Y/N requested some last week. Kreacher was told he did a marvelous job.”

“You did.” Regulus said, sniffing the mixed pasta over the stove. “It smells delicious.”

“Thank you, Master Regulus.” Kreacher smiled, grabbing him a plate. Regulus grabbed it from Kreacher’s hands before he could plate the food for him, plating it for himself instead.

“Thank you, Kreacher.” he said. “I’ll be in the office writing, okay?” he said, rushing off before Kreacher could say anything else.

“Oh,” Kreacher mumbled, looking at the pasta. “Okay.”

“Kreacher!” you called out, closing the door behind you with hands full of bags. 

“Miss Y/N!” Kreacher called out, feet padding over to the front door. He took some of the bags from your hands before you could stop him, the both of you making your way to the dining room.

“How’s Regulus?” you asked. “Did he come back?”

“I’m not sure how Master Regulus is.” Kreacher said softly. “He’s currently writing in his office, which he hasn’t done in a while.”

“Does he write often?” you asked curiously. You didn’t know he wrote things.

“Usually depressing things, Kreacher believes.” Kreacher said. “But Master Regulus wrote rather romantic things once he met you!”

“I didn’t know that.” you whispered.

Kreacher shrugged. “Miss Y/N does now.”

“Did you at least hide this secret?” you asked him, giggling softly as he smiled.

“Oh yes, Miss Y/N!” Kreacher said to you. “I told Master Regulus that Kreacher wasn’t told what Miss Y/N was doing. Kreacher is willing to help Miss Y/N with her project though.”

“Thank you, Kreacher,” you smiled. “Can you set it up while I go to check on him?”

Kreacher nodded happily, beginning to work on the gift you had prepared while you walked up the stairs to visit Regulus in his office. You could feel

your shoes echoing through the house, the knock on the door echoing just the same.

“Regulus?” you called out. 

There was some shuffling behind the door before it opened, though Regulus was standing in the doorway so you couldn’t see anything.

“Hi love,” you smiled. “You doing okay?”

“Mhm.” he nodded, pulling you into a hug. “Fine.”

You knew that he didn’t mean it, but you also knew he probably wouldn’t talk when he was forced too. Which left you with the choice of comfort.

“How was your family visit?” you asked softly.

He shrugged, walking out of the office and looking down at the floor. “It was okay. Sirius laughed at a lot of things, Andromeda was overly concerned. Remus had some sense to him at least.”

You nodded as he talked quietly about his visit, not knowing who any of the people he mentioned really were. Something about a stag in the beginning, a kid mentioned here and there. You didn’t mind too much though, you liked to hear him talk.

“You did such a good job today love.” you smiled.

Regulus looked at you confusedly, eyebrows furrowed. “What did I do?”

“You talked to your family, even after being estranged.” you said calmly. “And it went well! You did such a good job.”

Regulus felt a flush appearing on his cheeks before he turned around, not wanting to comment any further on that. “Thank you.”

“Now come on, I made you a present!” you smiled.

Regulus’ eyebrows furrowed even further as you stated that. “A present?”

“Mhm!” you smiled brightly, patting his head. “C’mon, it won’t eat itself.”

Regulus walked into the dining room with a small smile on his face, chuckling at the sight of the cupcake that Kreacher was holding. On the cupcake was a snake, with a little sign on top that stated ‘good job’ and a fondant scarf on top of it.

“Thank you.” he smiled, holding the cupcake up in the air. “Are you sure I can eat it?”

“I got it for you to eat.” she giggled softly.

Regulus nodded, smiling softly at the sound of your giggle. It was so comforting, the way that it radiated through the whole room and his mind. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome love,” you smiled, kissing his cheek lovingly. “Did you eat dinner?”

“I could eat with you.” he whispered, humming contently as Kreacher grabbed two different plates of pasta that she had made earlier. 

“Thank you.” Regulus said to Kreacher, sitting down across from you.

“How did it really go?” you asked him quietly. “How do you feel about it?”

Regulus picked at his pasta for a moment before looking over at you, sighing softly. “My sister wants to meet you. And my brother. And his brother. And his boyfriend.”

“That’s a lot of people.” you giggled softly. 

Regulus smiled softly. “It is.”

“Would you mind me meeting them?” you asked.

Regulus looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Do you want to?” 

You smiled gently at him, drumming your fingernails against the table and kicking your feet against the air under the table. “Mhm.”

“I,” he paused. “You can.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

hi again everyone!!!

sorry that i haven't been active lately. my life has been absolutely hectic, and i have been on an absolute rollercoaster trying to just exist and maybe better myself? but i hope that this lives up to expectations!!! i'm going to try and start working again hopefully <3

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog! love you!

[humanitys-strongest-brat]

Kintsugi - ch. 1

Summary: After an injury causes you to lose your spot in the World Figure Skating Championship your last hope falls into the hands of Levi Ackerman, a former Olympic competitor.

Pairing: Coach!Levi x Injured fem!Reader

CW: Injury, major themes of depression and hopelessness. 18+ mdni

wc: 3.2k

a/n: Starting off with a huge thank you to @tobbi-loves-levi for helping me throughout the process of making this fic and always listening to me yap about my ideas. This is my first chaptered fanfic and I'm very excited to share it~

dedicated song - dividers 1/2 - masterlist

You cry out as your hip collides with the ground. Rolling into a sitting position you pull your left leg up by the knee. Just resting your blade on the ice sends another shock of pain through your ankle and up your leg. You let out a hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. 

You refuse to believe it, deep down you know you just sustained a serious injury. You tell yourself it's not that bad.

get up.

walk it off. 

Come on. 

Your breathing staggers as you twist your body and pull yourself into a kneel, your good foot anchoring on the ice ready to stand back up. The pain is excruciating. 

“Stay Down!” your coach shouts as she races towards you. “Sit back down.” She demands, and you listen, carefully pulling your weight onto your left hip, carefully settling back down onto the ice. 

Coach Tarasov bends down, instructing you to extend your leg out. When you do she carefully applies light pressure to your boot, only nudging it a little to confirm her fears. Your hand immediately flies over your mouth, you curse and wince in pain. “Not good,” She breathes out “Let’s get you up and off the ice” she says, her voice stern and serious, you know now that it’s really bad, you don't want to believe it.

“Coach,” your lip quivers as you look up at her, you feel destroyed. Panic fills your body and your throat is burning. “...Worlds-” Part of you is humiliated. Sure, you’ve cried in front of Coach Tarasov before; during long sessions that never seemed to end, practicing jumps you couldn't land no matter how many times you tried, watching your peers excel on your bad days. This was different.

This was devastating.

Mid February, four weeks before the World Figure Skating Championship. It was just like any other practice. today you were doing triple toe loops and landed wrong.

You can’t contain your sobs as your coach helps you up. She urges you to hold your foot up while she pulls you to the rink’s exit. When you finally sit down on the bench you notice how tight your boot feels. Holding back your sobs causes you to shake as Coach Tarasov kneels in front of you to untie your skate. “I’m just going to look at it.” She tries to sound comforting, but you can hear the disappointment that laces her words, the acceptance in her tone. Like she knew you were done right then and there without even seeing it. 

Your panicked sob catches in your throat as she pulls the boot off, every surge of pain was just as bad as the last. You can't look, you keep your eyes on your coach. When she peels back your nylon sock she stops and stares for a second before letting out a sigh and dropping her head down in defeat. “You need an X-ray,” she says plainly, only confirming your worst fear. “You can't drive, I'll call an ambulance.” she leans back and requests an ice pack from the rink employee standing over the two of you, observing. You're only just now noticing he was there.

“Stay calm, we don't know anything yet.” You know she's lying. You pick your head up and see your fellow competitors have stopped to watch. Most look shocked, some seem to be showing pity. You lock eyes with your friend and fellow contestant Mikasa Ackerman, her eyes well with tears as she watches you. That’s when you finally accept that your dreams are ruined. 

***

You stare up at the blinding lights of the emergency room ceiling, waiting for the results the X-ray ordered to rule out a fracture. Arms folded over your chest, you simmer in the acceptance that everything you worked for your whole life is gone.

This was your first year qualifying and being invited to participate in the World Championship, you knew after your performances in the Grand Prix and Nationals that you had secured your place and a chance to take gold at Worlds. Competitive skaters everywhere spend their lives training and competing for the chance to get where you were, just as you had, only for one accident to take it all away from you and hand it off to the next person. 

You blink back more tears, easily warding them off since the initial shock of everything drained you. The uncertainty of your career plagued your mind. The excitement and determination to compete was gone, replaced with the dread of agonizing failure. All you wanted to do was go home and sulk. An apartment you rented in the city chosen to host this season’s training sessions with a handful of competitors. Everything reminded you of your loss, even the place designed for you to decompress at the end of the day, your apartment was a representation of the things you endured and achieved to make it to the World Championship to begin with, now it’s just a roof over your head to house you while you heal and watch your dreams slip through your fingers like sand. You're wiping away tears with the sleeve of your shirt as the doctor enters the room. 

He strides into the room, greeting you as he pinned your X-ray up and flicked the light on to illuminate the image. You pull yourself upright on the bed, even in this moment your chest fills with hope for good news. “It’s not fractured,” he says, pulling a pen from his breast pocket. You sigh out in relief. A fracture or break was the worst case scenario, and at least you’re safe from that. He lifts his arm, extending his pen out to the board and pointing at the areas of your ankle with speckled white spots “what you’re looking at is a grade two moderate ankle sprain, you have some torn ligaments” he explains, slowly circling his pen over the white spots highlighted by the bright glow behind the picture. “Based on your X-Ray, swelling, and pain level at intake, we’ll have you in a boot for two to four weeks.” Your heart sinks again, it’s not like you forgot that this injury took something from you, but you got excited too fast hearing it wasn’t as bad as you originally feared. You listen and nod as he goes through the details of the first phase of healing, just as you imagined, stay off of it, never put pressure on it, keep it iced and elevated. “After the boot comes off, you’ll start immediately with physical therapy. They will determine when you have the green light to return to your usual activities.” 

You stare at him, feeling it all come back. “Physical therapy? Isn’t that a little intense for just a sprain?” You plead, your voice shaking again. 

He points again to your X-ray, and those damned white streaks on your ankle. “This is not an injury to be taken lightly, I strongly recommend you stick to your treatment plan to prevent possible irreversible damage. Especially as an athlete.” He warns. 

You get your boot, and you’re promptly discharged and wheeled out to coach Tarasov’s car. They help you into the passenger seat and that’s it. You’re left to face this all on your own now. 

Before you leave, you hand coach your discharge documents and lean your head on the window. The sound of the pages turning as she skims through sends pangs straight to your chest. She rests a hand on your shoulder but you refuse to face her. “I’ll make the calls, I need copies of this and your X-rays” she said with caution. 

You cried the entire drive home. 

***

The three weeks of recovery before you’re cleared to take the boot off could be described as nothing less than hell. You barely left your bed for the first five days, you ignored calls, you didn’t take care of yourself. Your parents found out online, you only answered their persistent calls so they would stop worrying. Days started blending together quickly, when you weren’t crying you felt nothing, even your phone proved itself a shitty distraction. Your name was everywhere, the news of your injury and drop from the championship chased you on every app you used. 

After a week you deleted all your social media.

The start of the second week it dawned on you that the competition was just over two weeks away, and you wouldn’t be there. It made you sick to even think about watching it and keeping up with the scores. Several times a day you wonder how you would have done had your injury never happened. Would you have taken gold? Thinking on it now, if you knew this was the alternative you would have been happy to place at all, just to be there. You took it all for granted, high on success. 

At the end of the third week, you’re out of the boot and booked to start physical therapy, just this week you started eating and taking care of yourself again, you leave the blinds and windows open to let in some fresh air. Every step you take still reminds you of what you could’ve had, you walk with a limp. 

***

You decide to watch the Women’s singles program only, anything more would have only twisted the knife. You watch with a bottle of wine and a box of tissues. 

You feel genuinely happy to watch Mikasa perform, part of you was living through her as you watched. Mostly you’re happy she gets to experience this for herself, you know how much it means to her.

She placed 6th overall, you cried tears of joy for her.

***

You’re given an estimate of eight to twelve weeks of physical therapy. when you do the math, you can’t hold back your grin. Even the longest course of recovery would have you back on ice just in time for the start of the next skating season. You decide right then that you’ll be back on the ice competing in next year's World Championship no matter what it took.

Mid April you finish the first phase of physical therapy, three weeks of balance training taking a decent chunk of confidence from you. to put it bluntly, it was horrible. The pain was almost completely gone, it only hurt during specific exercises. Your balance was abysmal, any added weight beyond walking had your ankle shaking. You knew you could do it, you just had to make it past this part. 

Early May, during strength training with your physical therapist, your phone buzzes in your pocket. After your program you excuse yourself for a much needed break and check your phone to see a text from Mikasa, you catch yourself smiling. It’s been weeks since anyone reached out to you. 

Mikasa ⛸️💨

“Been too long, I miss you! Free for a quick lunch today?” 

You can barely contain your happiness, it shocks you how quickly you text back, letting her know what time you’d be available, and to your surprise it works out. You agree on a location and after your session you rush home to get ready, taking extra time to ensure you don’t look like a husk of your former self when you see her for the first time in over two months. 

When you approach her at the table, she stands up and immediately pulls you into a tight hug, gripping your shirt in her fists as she squeezes. You congratulate her on her placement in the championship and quickly you’re catching up on everything the two of you missed during your time apart. 

“So, how’s that going?” Mikasa asks about your physical therapy after you mention that you're about half way through, almost cleared to begin off-ice sport specific exercises. 

You look down, biting your lip before you respond “honestly? Not well.” You begin explaining how you’ve felt the past couple of weeks, even mentioning that you decided to return to competitive skating this upcoming July. “It doesn't feel like it’s enough. My ankle is still shit, it’s enough to gain back mobility but I can tell I’m not where I need to be.” Your voice shakes a little. Mikasa is a wonderful listener, she never breaks eye contact or interrupts, she lets you unload all your grief. “I know I can do better, they won’t let me push myself, my home based exercises are strict.” You explain. 

Mikasa doesn’t say much, and that’s okay, you were happy just to be here with her after weeks of seclusion, only leaving your apartment for physical therapy. It took weight off your shoulders to talk with someone about what you were going through, and no one could understand you better in this moment than Mikasa. 

When your lunch arrives the conversation dulls down to casual pleasant tidbits of information of Mikasa’s life post competition, eventually she tells you that she’s recompeting herself. You couldn’t be more happy for her. 

Somewhere in the endless chatting you can tell something is on her mind, she detaches from the conversation a couple times, staring down at the table before snapping out of it and apologizing. Eventually she excuses herself. “Sorry, I’ll be right back” she promises and makes her way outside. Your brows stay knit as you crane your body to watch her walk out until she’s just out of view. You sigh when you turn back, that was definitely odd, but you decide maybe it’s best not to press when she comes back. 

She’s gone for no longer than five minutes, when she sits back down it’s like nothing was ever bothering her to begin with. You’re tempted to ask but it couldn’t be too bad if she looked this relieved coming back. The two of you finish your meals and send your bills off to be paid, she grins at you from across the table. 

“What?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Mikasa quickly reaches in her bag, grabbing her planner and pen from the bottom and dropping it on the table, she quickly flips to one of the back pages and scribbles something down fast. “Here.” She says, ripping the sheet from its binding and sliding it across the table towards you. 

You raise a brow and stare at the page that’s text side down. After a moment you finally bite “what is this?” You ask, pulling it towards you and lifting it up, looking back towards Mikasa. 

“My cousin is a rehabilitation coach,” she begins, letting her excitement take over. “For competitive figure skaters. He agreed to work with you for me.” 

You have no words, you just blink at her. When you finally take a quick glance at the page you notice a phone number and email address written across the page “Mikasa, this is..” you don’t know how to feel, this came up so quick “I don’t know-.. I appreciate-“ 

She cuts you off “Please take the offer, I insist. He has an opening.” She says “Levi’s great, high success rate. I can get you more information if you need it.” 

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach “Levi..Ackerman..?” you breathe out, now staring down at the paper in your hands. You should have known he was related to Mikasa. Hell, you don’t even know why you never thought about it to begin with. They share the same last name. “He was injured at the Olympics all those years ago.” you think aloud, unable to take your eyes off the page. 

“That’s the one,” Mikasa beams “and he doesn’t like to talk about it. So maybe don’t start with that when you call him later.” 

You look up from the page at Mikasa “I don’t know what to say.” Truthfully you didn’t even know rehabilitation coaches even existed, your current coach and physical therapist never mentioned that as an option. 

“Don’t say anything. Just call him later, and tell me how that goes.” Her voice was firm, but her eyes were nothing but gentle. 

When the two of you eventually get up and walk out together you stop in the parking lot to give Mikasa one final hug before you split again. “Thank you so much.” you whisper.

“Don’t mention it,” she replies, pulling back and letting her hands rest just above your elbows, “and don’t be a stranger anymore.”

***

When you arrive home, you catch yourself staring down at the contact information that was given to you. Nervousness didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. This wasn’t just any coach, or another physical therapist. It was Levi Ackerman. He was a part of the best figure skating pairs, finally making it to The Olympics with his partner before the accident. 

You haven’t even come close to a skating rink since nearly breaking your ankle almost three months ago now. Working with a rehabilitation coach to get to your previous level of skating wasn’t even a fleeting thought. Hell, you didn’t even know those kinds of coaches existed until today. What if you were just wasting his time? Surely a coach like him is a privilege, right? Letting your nerves get the best of you, the contact info sits idly on your bedside table as you drift off into a world of ice and gold medals. 

***

The next morning, your dream fresh in your mind, you grab the contact from your nightstand. Ignoring the blaring anxiety, you dial the number without too much thought. The more you think about it, the more inviting backing out feels. The dial tone sounds, causing you to begin pacing your apartment. No more blaming the injury, no more blaming the physical therapy program. You couldn’t just keep sitting around, wondering about the what ifs when you were handed a golden ticket. You’d be crazy to pass this up, even if it was just a chance. 

“Took you long enough.” A rich warm voice answers the phone, stopping you dead in your tracks in the kitchen. How the hell did he even know it was you? How were you even meant to respond to a greeting like that anyway. “I was beginning to think you changed your mind.” He states

“Uh, no.” You reply quickly, tapping your fingers on the kitchen counter to give your free hand something to do. “No I didn’t change my mind, I’m interested.” you cursed yourself, trying to sound so formal. This was the type of thing coach Tarasov always took care of, you were completely out of your element. 

“Great,” he says, you have trouble reading his tone but you try not to think too much of it. Over the phone you hear a series of keyboard clicks and your phone buzzes against your ear “I sent a couple things to your email,” did Mikasa already give him your information? “Go ahead and authorize your physical therapy records over, send me copies of your X-rays and prescribed treatment plan, and sign the following documents.” He lists off “after that, I’ll work up a schedule compatible with your PT, I’ll be in contact.” 

If you were nervous before there wasn’t a word to describe how you feel now. “Thank you, I look forward to working with you.” 

“Have a nice day.” he says in the same tone, your phone beeps to indicate the call has ended.

Taglist: @amywritesthings @littlerequiem @humanitys-strongest-bamf @hideandgopeep (please let me know if i missed you and ill add you on to ch 2)

[wandaslovey]

Hey, just wanted to say love all ur mommy Wanda content and can’t help but reread them all the time.

I was just wondering if u would wright something along the lines of reader injuring her leg some how, like a sprained ankle, and is having trouble walking on it but is to stubborn to rest up and not walk on it. Hence mommy Wanda having to take manners into her own hands, however u wish to interpret that.

Possibly with praise sprinkled in plz

If not it’s all good :) 

Her Stubborn Girl

a/n: hi nonnie!! thanks for the request! hopefully this (sorta) lengthy drabble is the sort of thing you were looking for :))

a/n: i wrote this in 45 minutes so please forgive all spelling/grammar errors thaaanks🫶🏻🫶🏻

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you fumble with your keys, almost dropping them twice as you all but wrestle with them to stick it through the lock. you were tired physically and mentally. you had three in-person college courses every wednesday, and now being 4 weeks into the semester, you were seriously regretting your decision to be an “over-achiever.” your ankle hurt like a bitch. it was still healing from a sprain, but you hated walking around with those stupid crutches. you’d be damned if you drew more attention to yourself any more than your wrapped ankle already gave away. you finally enter your shared home with your girlfriend, wanda. you saw that her car was parked in the driveway, so she must have decided to work from home today. you huff, tossing your keys on the little table beside the door, carefully chucking your shoes off. you hear wanda’s feet padding against the hard wood floors to the kitchen. you mentally curse yourself as you know she’s going to immediately notice that you walked to your classes today with no crutches. you had hoped you’d have time to go and grab them from where you left them last but, no such luck.

“hi sweetheart, welcome h—“ wanda pauses as she rounds the corner, taking in your appearance and the lack of what should be the accompanying crutches. you offer her a weak smile and turn to get a water from the fridge, not in the mood for her to berate you for your carelessness.

“Y/N! did you seriously go to your classes today without your crutches??” she walks up to you from behind, her arm swiftly wrapping around your back to pull you carefully to the table. you sigh, running your fingers through your hair. you knew how sensitive she was when it came to your health and well-being. “yes. my ankle is almost healed,” you say to placate her, though you know putting so much weight on it today surely didn’t do you any favors. you could feel a throbbing sensation shooting up your leg, even though you were now sitting down. wanda takes the seat next to you, gently lifting your hurt ankle and settling it in her lap. “almost healed my ass…oh honey, look at it! it’s all swollen!” her fingers gently caress the area over her careful wrapping job. “you— stay right here.” she says, her tone chiding. she gently sets your leg to rest on the chair as she gets up to retrieve an ice pack.

she comes and sits back down, resettling your foot in her lap and gently placing the ice pack around your now extra swollen ankle. you suddenly feel a little bit guilty, knowing that you hurting yourself hurts her just as much—maybe even more sometimes. you didn’t mean to upset her. your shoulders slump forward, an apologetic look on your face as she looks at you with nothing but sternness. “i don’t take kindly to you not taking care of yourself Y/N. you know that.” your posture falls, the guilt weighing even heavier on yourself as her words affirm your suspicion. “i’m sorry, mommy.” you use her honorific, hoping it would help in smoothing her over.

your apology seems to fly in one ear and out the other as the firm expression remains plastered on her face. “you’re not going to put any more weight on this ankle of yours for the rest of the day. do you hear me?” you look down. avoiding her gaze as you nod your agreement. she grasps onto your chin with her thumb and first finger, lifting your head back up to look at her. “words. i need to hear you say it.” her grip on your chin is firm and you find that your previous defiant attitude when you first came home had all but vanished into thin air. “i won’t put any more weight on my ankle for the rest of the day,” you say quietly, your lip slightly pouty and your eyes wide, full of sincere apology. “good girl,” she nods, releasing her hold on your chin. she takes pity on you, knowing that she had scolded you enough already.

you sit in comfortable silence for several moments, her still holding the ice pack to your ankle. “how about we watch a movie together before i finish up my work for the day? then i can make us some dinner and you can tell me all you learned in your classes today.” you smile, quickly agreeing with her suggestion.

you move to stand, but she grips onto your foot to keep it there, giving you a warning look. “sorry..” you quickly readjust into your seat, remembering your recent promise to not walk on your bad ankle the rest of the day. she stands up, settling your leg back over the chair. “where did you leave your crutches?” she asks, looking around the room for them. you whine, not wanting to see or use those stupid things ever again. “don’t make me use those. i hate those things. they just make it more difficult to move around and they hurt my armpits..” you complain, your voice sounding petulant like a stubborn child.

she rolls her eyes at your tone, a small affectionate smile tugging at her lips before she suddenly reaches down and pulls you up into her arms. you make a small noise of surprise, but she makes no moves to put you down, instead carrying you to the couch that’s in front of the tv. she settles you onto the cushions, lifting both your legs so your feet were resting in her lap.

she lets you choose the movie and you put one on that you’ve both seen many times together. throughout the movie she’ll glance over at you, smiling kindly whenever your eyes meet hers. somewhere towards the end of the movie, her hands begin massaging your uninjured foot but you find the sensations felt more tickle-y than anything else. you squirm slightly in your seat, your foot twitching in her gently grasp. her lips curve into a knowing smile as she takes notice of your fidgeting.

“does that tickle, detka?” as she asks, she lightly scratches her fingernails over the arch of your foot. you press your lips together, unwilling to give her the reaction she was looking for.

“no,” you say stubbornly, barely glancing in her direction as you opt to keep staring at the screen ahead.

“oh, so you don’t mind if i do this then?” her fingers then move up your foot, tickling the sensitive little spaces in between your toes. you try to jerk and pull your foot back but she was quicker than you—using her other hand to firmly hold your ankle in place. a low whine and a stream of reluctant giggles bubble past your lips as her fingers scratch at your toes. “what’re you laughing at, huh? i thought you said this didn’t tickle…” she teases, keeping up her playful assault on your poor foot for a few more moments before stopping.

she leans closer to you, kissing you sweetly as she gives your foot a soft squeeze. she looks at you, love and adoration evident in her gaze. you melt under her affectionate look, feeling that warm fuzziness seep into your skin and brain.

“Y/N, i don’t ever want to see you without those crutches until the doctor gives you the all clear. if i do see that, you won’t like what i’ll have in store for you.” she turns more stern again for a moment, making sure she gets her point across. you decide to tease her a bit, her little tickle attack making you feel a little giddy still.

“like what? you’ll spank me?” you smirk slightly, knowing that that particular punishment isn’t normally so bad.

“oh no.. no, no. i know you enjoy your spankings far too much, my darling. i was thinking more along the lines of writing me 500 lines stating ‘i will take care of myself and obey my mommy.’”

she mimics your expression, also smirking as she knows you and how much you hate writing lines. you groan and her smirk stretches into a victorious smile.

“how about i throw in a sweetener? if you be the good little girl i know you can be, i’ll let you choose your reward once the doctor clears you.” her offer instantly makes you perk up, your eyes lighting up as several ideas instantly pop into your head.

“really??” you ask excitedly, almost bouncing in your place on the couch. she chuckles, nodding her head. “really, really.”

[taylormarieee]

-Birds of a feather ~A Dean Winchester oneshot~

Summary: you and dean used to be a thing, attached at the hip like birds of a feather, he thinks you guys should stick together and honestly, so do you...

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: dean winchester x fem!hunter!reader

Warnings: hurt to comfort, slight angst, fluff, illusions to sex but none takes place, sam being a supporter/wingman, kisses, touches, mutual pining, reader playing hard to get(just a lil bit), teasing, that's it! lmk if I missed stuff<33

A/N: Hey... how yall doing... I know i've been absent and i'm sorry, so here's a little fic to bring back the life in my blog!

You and dean were the "IT" couple. You guys did everything together, you guys were two peas in a pod. He loved and adored you and you respected and loved him.

You guys were made for each other and it showed. Sam used to get disgusted after a while when you two were so smitten about each other, but then came the arguments.

The arguments about the tiniest things. the arguments that led to angry sex. The moaning, and sweat on each others bodies. The feeling of him inside you was always a good way to release the stress, but then after that there would be a good day and then the cycle started again.

Until there was no more sex, just arguments that led to dean leaving at all hours of the night and you finding comfort in his younger brother.

Talking to sam felt like the best thing in the world every time you fought with dean. You hated fighting with him. He was your love, your future husband, the man of your dreams.

He meant the world to you, and you couldn't bear losing him to some shapeshifter or some demon or even just speeding to fast in his car.

That's why it hurt you when sam got the call that his brother was seriously injured in the hospital due to a car crash. He loved his car so it shocked you when you found out.

JANUARY 6TH 2004, LAWRENCE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, 11:01PM...

You both rushed to the hospital and never left his side. When he finally woke up, you hated to break it to him but you couldn't do it anymore. The arguments, the cold shoulders, him driving off and staying out drinking his life away in all hours of the night.

You kissed him goodbye and left. You lived with Bobby for a little while just until you got on your feet but then you found out a demon was after you for what your father did, something you'll never know.

He's been dead for a little while. Your father. You've been trying to follow in his tracks for a while now.

But anyway, you have been living with Bobby for a while now and every time Bobby said that Dean and Sam were coming over, you always made sure you were never home.

But one day, Bobby didn't tell you and you heard the rev of that impala and immediately froze. You were in your room finishing up your drawing on this Wendigo you killed last week for Bobby with the help of Rufus.

"Hey bobby, what's up." Sam spoke, the vibration of his voice echoing around the halls.

You grabbed your sketchbook and tried to sneak downstairs and run out the back to where your car was parked but unfortunately, they were in the kitchen where the backdoor was.

You peeked in and of course Dean had to be the first one to notice you.

"C'mon out and stop hiding ya ijit!" bobby calls out drawing now Sams attention. Both of the Winchester brother's had wide eyes as they watched you come out from the corner.

You were wearing a black long sleeved crop-top with baggy jeans that had stars on the pant legs.

"I'm not an ijit bobby, how many times are you gonna call me that!?" you ask bobby while rolling your eyes trying not to acknowledge the brothers, specifically Dean whose eyes cannot leave your body and face.

'When did you get so many piercings.' he thought to himself.

"Well when you stop leaving the house for hours everytime I tell you there coming over, you haven't seen em in months almost a year now, you can't keep hiding." Bobby tells you.

you sigh and look at the both of them and that's when you lock eyes with dean again.

"Hey dean. Hey sam."

"Hey." they say in unison. you give them a tightlipped awkward smile and then put your journal down.

"Wanna see some of the drawings of my most recent kills so far? It's a lot of vampires, demons, wendigo's you know, the whole shebang." you aks with a smile.

They both smile at you like there proud and say sure. you nod and open your journal.

You had some notes and details next to your drawings. They all looked at it in fascination and awe.

"These are amazing! Did you hunt them all on your own?" Sam asks as he flips through the pages.

"N-no, well kinda. I had help every now and then." you say looking at bobby with a smile.

He grew to be your father and you really appreciated him for who he was and what he's done for you.

"These are really great but uh, can I talk to you outside for a minute? Please?" Dean asks looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that you knew you couldn't say no to.

"Yeah Dean, sure... cmon." you say as you walk outside with him near all of bobby's abandoned junky cars.

"What's up dean?" you asks folding your arms across your chest.

"how have you been?" he asks keeping it casual and short.

"I've been doing fine, how about you?" he smiles and steps a bit closer to you. you fight the urge to step back.

"I've been thinking about you. For months. Wonderin' where you've been, how you've been holdin' up but I see you've been doin' just fine." he says with a slight tilt of his head.

"Yea I have de-"

"I ain't finished just yet doll. Why have you been avoiding us? Avoiding me?" he asks sternly.

you roll your eyes, 'here we go'.

The conversation you've been dreading to have. You thought he'd just leave it alone but what the hell were you thinking?

This is Dean, THE Dean Winchester we are talking about here. He's relentless until he gets his way.

"Look Dean, I really don't want to talk about this right now ok? I don't wanna argue with you." you tell him in the most nicest way possible.

"Ok..." he takes a long pause. "Why not?" he asks, making you sigh a very annoyed and long sigh.

"Because Dean, the way we could turn a civil conversation into an argument was honestly stupid and insane, so please for the sake of saving me a headache and meltdown and you getting into another severe car crash, drop it." you explain to him.

His eyes soften almost. Letting the relentless side of him slowly fade away bringing out your dean, the soft mushy bear dean.

"You- you still remember that night?" he asks softly.

"dean I remember it like it was yesterday. All I have are nightmares of you in the hospital, your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes! How could I not think about how the man I loved died right in front of me over a damn argument! I always blame myself!" you shout.

"You shouldn't ha-" he starts.

"I shouldn't what? Have that guilt?! Oh, but I do Dean. Every day I play scenarios in my head. M-Maybe i-if I was more understanding then you wouldn't have left, maybe if I wasn't so mad over the smallest thing, maybe if I just talked it out like a normal human being, then maybe, MAYBE! the love of my life would still be with me right now."

His eyes widen. He's stunned at your confession but you don't even give him time to talk as you walk towards your car, A Cadillac DTS.

You hop in and drive off.

~NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, BOBBY'S GARAGE, 9:30PM~

Your car finally pulls up in the driveway and you notice that dean's impala is still here. 'So there staying the night huh?' you thought.

you turn off your car and get out. you open the door with the key you have and walk inside the house.

Bobby's asleep on the couch in front of the new tv you bought him two weeks ago.

You smile and grab the nearest blanket you can find and wrap it around him to shield him from the cold outside.

You lay a soft kiss to his head and whisper him a goodnight. you turn around and notice a figure standing in the kitchen, you jump and pull out your pocket knife but you realize it's just Sam.

"Hey, sam." you greet quietly.

H eturns around clearly pretending to not know about your prescence and smiles.

"Oh hey! I promised Bobby I'd still be awake in case you ever came back." he says as you walk over to stand next to him.

"aw thank's Sammy." you say with a geniune smile to which he reciprocates.

"hey, can I uhm, tell you something that I think you should hear?" he asks shifting his weight.

"yea go ahead." you respond crossing your arms in front of you, a habit you had.

"Dean hasn't been focused or okay ever since you left. He's been kinda broken. Screwing any girl that looked at him the right way or taking his anger out on me and that's nothing I can't handle but, I just hate seeing him like that." Sam expresses.

"Hate seeing him like what?" you ask concerned.

"Like a part of him is missing. Whenever I look at dean, he's staring into nothing, as if he's dead. There are nights where he mutters your name and hugs the motel pillows like they are you. Only to wake up facing the reality that your not there, your not here with him anymore." he explains.

"I just can't keep seeing my brother drink and fuck his life away until he slowly fades into nothing. I watched him die for 5 minutes, I'm not going to watch him suffer anymore. Please, bring the life back into my brother, that is all I ask." Sam asks and then walks away.

"goodnight." he say lastly before dissappearing into the other room.

you stand there, contemplating on what you just heard, clearly not seeing the effect you left not only on dean but on sam as well. It tugs at your heart and suddenly you feel dizzy, almost like you can't breathe.

You step outside for a second and breathe in the cool air. You sit down and cry, you just cry and cry.

~MEANWHILE, INSIDE WITH SAM AND DEAN, 3 HOURS PRIOR~

"Sam come on please. You gotta tell her. I can't keep doing this anymore, you said it yourself Sammy." dean pleads with sam.

Dean had asked Sam to talk to you, to just tell her how he's been feeling and tell her that he needs you, that he can't keep living without you.

After you broke up with him so randomly in the hospital, he just couldn't keep going.

He was constantly overstimulated and constantly angry. The anger in him never died down until he saw you today for the first time in months.

His heart warmed up at the thought of seeing you in that outfit and being so bubbly, it made him miss you all the more.

Like a burning flame that was slowly dying and losing its light and being drained of its passion by the coldness of your heart.

It left him stunned that you could do something to him after such a tramatic experience.

All he wanted was for you to fuel him back to life, bring the happiness back into his life.

All those other chicks he fucked and left in different towns just weren't doing it for him anymore.

Not like you.

You had him hooked. Enfatued by your mere presence. He needed to be careful with you though.

Placing the sofest touch to the weakest petal. Caring for you like a rare feather.

He never wanted you to leave his side, because right now? He was going crazy in the maze in his empty mind.

He may be speaking in poems or riddle form but for you? He couldn't contain or shield his seeping heart that was torn.

And that his why his brother had to confess that to you, what dean didn't predict was for it to go that way.

~BACK TO THE PRESENT- NOVEMBER 18TH 2005, 10:45PM~

Your just sitting outside now, all forms of crying done. You didn't know how much you hurt dean that night.

You were just doing what was best for you, but I guess that was you being selfish. You only added salt to an already salty wound.

You made him bleed more than he did that night. You made his heart collapse.

He was your everything, and you guess seeing him die that night, you felt the need to distance yourself as much as possible to make sure you didn't lose him again.

And yet, all you did was hurt him even more and make your life and his ten times worse.

Bobby was right, you couldn't keep hiding from him. He was your savior and your becon.

He was always there at your beck and call. You both flew together like two parrots in love.

You stuck by each other like seahorses. You made him whole and he made you complete.

You were each other's puzzle pieces. He was the Clyde to your Bonnie.

You were going to do everything and anything it takes to get him back to you.

You get up, ready to open the door but someones hand is already turning the knob before you and it swings open.

Dean...

"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here," he announces tiredly.

Your frozen, you forgot how good Dean always looked when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Tousled hair, soft pink lips, and glazed-over eyes shining in the moonlight.

"n-no it's ok, I was actually going to come look for you. I wanted to talk to you. Is that ok?"

"Yea yea, that's fine with me." he says a slight smile on his face.

You both sit down staring at the stars in silence before Dean speaks up.

“so, what’s wrong?” He speaks out into the misty air of the night.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never left you that night. You died and then came back and you were fucking suffering and I just hurt you even more. I know you can probably never forgive me for that and I just wanted to let you know that I am incredibly sorry. I love you Dean, your the love of my life, your my safe place. I wouldn’t even be alive half the time if it wasn’t for you, I am grateful for you, your my future husband and I know I ruined my chance of ever getting to kiss you again but just know it’s ok and I’m sorry.” You speak out in one breath!

Dean blinks as it takes him a second to register what you said because you spoke so fast but he eventually chuckled and pulls you closer to him.

“Oh doll, I love you so much and I forgive you, why wouldn’t I? You’re the only thing that kept me going. My motivation to find my dad, my motivation to move on and protect Sam. I don't know where I would be without you and my brother. I love you for that and I’m grateful to have you here with me right now. No more focusing on the past, time for the future. Cmon, let’s go inside.” He says with a smile on his face

you nod and smile grabbing deans hand so he can pull you up. He walks towards the door to open it and you stop him by grabbing his hand.

“Dean wait!” you exclaim. He turns around with confusion and you grab his face and kiss him. You kiss him roughly and you kiss him with so much passion.

He grabs your waist and kisses you back with the same amount of passion.

you both break the kiss and rest your heads on each other.

“don’t know what that was for but I really liked it.” Dean speaks with a smirk on his face to which you giggle at.

“wanted to seal the deal of our love.” You say with a smile.

“your such a tease you know that? I was pining for you all day.” He says with a smile

“well what can I say? I’m a girl that likes to play hard to get. The moment I laid eyes on you today I wanted to pounce on you.”

“Well baby, you got all night.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

Birds of a feather, we always knew you two would stick together...

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[rayofsunshyne]

First Kiss: Chishiya x Reader

Synopsis: After coming back to the Beach injured from an 8 of Spades game, Chishiya and Kuina patch you up. Spending the rest of the night partying away, the unrequited feelings you feel toward Chishiya seem to be returned with a simple game of Spin The Bottle. However, will the two of you ever admit it the next day, fully sober?

“Game: The Floor Is Lava. Difficulty: 8 of Spades.” Greaaat. Just my luck.

“Rules: Complete three obstacle courses before each door closes. A button must be pressed after each level to initiate a closing door. Players will have ten seconds between each course. Level 1: Water, Level 2: Acid, Level 3: Lava.” Hmm… it seems like it’s in order of increasing difficulty. At least with water, you could technically save yourself as long as you know how to swim. And with acid… well, maybe you’d lose a limb, but there’s still a chance. With lava though…

“CLEAR CONDITION: Pass all three challenges. All three buttons must be pressed at the end of the game. It is GAME OVER if the player falls and perishes within each level’s corresponding liquid or fails to reach a checkpoint within the allocated time.”

“Time Limit: 35 minutes. The game will begin once the metal door opens.” So that gives us about 10 minutes per level… Well, Spade games are my specialty. There might be a chance after all.

The rusty metal door in front of you slowly creaks open, as you notice the other players around you tense up. There are about 11 total players, most of the others being members of The Beach.

“Level 1.”

The obstacle course opens up to a row of challenges, filled with various parkour and agility time-based activities. Everyone forms into a single line, and thus begins the first course.

Luckily, you face no wipeouts during this level, successfully making it to the button, though, you don’t press it yet. While you wait for other players, you notice some of the players, too impatient to wait, push the other players. That would be a nasty thing to do for the next two levels, but I wouldn’t put it past a human in their ultimate survival mode.

One way or another, everyone somehow manages to get to the first checkpoint, some skillfully navigating the course, others defeatedly swimming across. You press the button, initiating the ten-second door closing. You notice some water begin to leak out… This is not gonna cut it for the acid level. We need to close it earlier.

“Level 2.”

With the stakes raised, it was somehow exciting… almost like you were the main character of a video game named something like Mirror’s Ledge. I promised Chishiya and Kuina that I’d come back alive. And if I do, we will all have more than a week left on our visas, giving us some time to relax. I guess I just have to survive this game two more times…

You stretch out your legs and join the queue, carefully making each jump. A few players in front of you end up taking a swim in the acid, but you manage to make it to the button following two others. As you glance back, a number of other players make the final jump, but one woman lags behind, rather far from the checkpoint.

“The acid is rising fast… it’s even faster than the water. Let’s just push the button — it’s only one person,” proposes one of the Beach members. That’s true… It seems like this level is about 5 minutes shorter than the previous one.

The woman begins to plead, panicking as the acid approaches ever so closer.

“She still has time, let’s wait—” You try to reason, before a very panicked player suddenly slams his hand onto the button.

“W-what are you—” The woman cries and desperately tries to make her last jumps as she is inevitably sucked into the acid.

The door closes, only a few drops of acid leaking out this time.

“Any longer and we wouldn’t have even made it to the lava,” the panicked player tries to reassure himself.

You decide to put your opinions aside and just be happy that it wasn’t you. There’s no time for empathetic thoughts in the middle of a death game.

“Level 3.”

This time, you’re placed near the end of the line. And it seems like the lava is rising much faster than the water and acid. I’m gonna guess this one is 5 minutes long. There’s no time to hesitate.

Everything was smooth sailing when suddenly, right at the end, someone jumped and fell square onto your back leg, causing you to slide all the way to the edge of the platform.

As you desperately grip the ledge, you notice a significant weight pulling you down… the player is hanging onto your leg. This is… awkward.

“Let go,” you demand, shooting him a glare.

“Pull me up first!” the player begs. As much as you would like to, no amount of strength would allow this miracle to happen, as the lava is rapidly approaching your feet.

You let out a pained sigh and frown. “I’m sorry.” You shake your leg as hard as you can, making him let go and fall deep into the lava. Your platform sways and your leg briefly comes into contact with the lava, giving you a nasty burn.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” You scream in agony, desperately pulling yourself up, only to see the doors already closing.

Bastards. You scoff, carefully trying to make the next jumps with your injured leg. And it had to be my right one too…

You barely make it through the shrinking opening with just a second to spare, burning your other leg in the process.

“GAME CLEAR. Congratulations.”

And just as you make it out of that hellhole, you notice everyone else is gone. Dammit. They really just left me to die like that. And I have to get home? With two injured legs?? Ughhh…

You take your visa and drag yourself to some overgrown greenery nearby. Finding two long branches, you try to make makeshift crutches, and slowly but surely, drag yourself back to The Beach.

Finally seeing the familiar lights in your sights, you make your final push into the entrance, collapsing immediately. You briefly notice a worried Kuina calling out your name before you black out.

…

“Y/N! Y/N!” You slowly open your eyes as Kuina frantically calls out your name. “You’re awake…” She smiles.

“Kuina?” You blink. “Wait, what happened—” All the memories of that last game flood back. “Oh… I’m so sorry, Kuina. I should’ve at least tried to get to my room, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t apologize. And it’s not like I carried you here, haha…” Kuina laughs, glancing at something else.

“Then, who—” You turn your head, briefly locking eyes with Chishiya. He immediately turns away, seemingly upset.

“If only you saw how worried he was, he even princess-carried—”

“Kuina, we need some more ointment.” Chishiya interrupts, clearing his throat.

Kuina winks at you and leaves the room. Huh…? W-w-wait—

The door closes, and you’re left alone with Chishiya.

“So, you, uh… princess-carried me? Here? Really??”

“I told you to be careful.” Chishiya ignores your question.

“No, you told me to come back alive. I did.” You retort at Chishiya, frustrated with his know-it-all attitude.

“With third-degree burns on both legs. You might as well be dead—” Chishiya stops himself. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Don’t be, you’re right. I’m practically useless in this state.”

“I didn’t say—”

“Thank you for treating me,” you flatly reply, cutting him off, before turning away under the covers.

Chishiya sighs. “So, you’re just going to ignore me?” He pauses for a second. “I need to check your bandages, Y/N. Turn around.”

You huff and turn around, only to see him sitting right beside you. You meet his gaze, locking eyes for a few seconds before Kuina bursts back into the room. Chishiya immediately stands up as you avert your gaze.

“Hey guys, guess who’s back∼” Alongside the ointment, Kuina has a big, clinky bag — alcohol.

It’s true that I’m injured, and that we’re all stuck in this hell of a death game… but we all have over a week left on our visas — a day of partying won’t hurt!

Or so I thought…

“Kuina, you’re back! Are we finally partying at The Beach?” You ask, excited.

“That’s right! I’m sure we all need a day to just sit back and relax, and play some normal games, you know? Oh, here’s the ointment, by the way.” She hands it over to Chishiya.

“She’s injured, she’s not drinking. And I’m not either, it’s not healthy, especially under these circumstances. We always need to be on high alert. Kuina—”

Before he can begin lecturing Kuina, you pipe in: “I am drinking. And you can’t stop me.”

“Oh, really?” Chishiya challenges you, his classic smug smirk plastered on his face. “I think two out-of-commission legs tell you all you need to know that I’d win.”

“You wanna bet?” You retort, sitting up, letting out a wince.

“Woah, woah, the party hasn’t even started yet! Just let her drink, Chishiya, it could help with the leg pain, you know?” Kuina chimes in.

“That’s not—” Chishiya sighs. “...I’m leaving then, see you all later.” He gets up.

Kuina suddenly gets in his way. “Hey, who’s gonna take care of her after all the partying?” She points to you.

“You?” Chishiya plainly answers.

“Not if I’ll be as drunk as her!” Kuina laughs.

“You two are seriously not planning to drink that much, are you?” Chishiya asks, a little dumbfounded.

“And what if we are?” Kuina challenges him.

“...Fine.” Chishiya sits back down.

You and Kuina pour some drinks and begin playing a few drinking games, the loser having to take a shot of sake. Nothing too crazy.

When it seems like the sake isn’t having much of an effect, you two switch it up to shots of Vodka Cranberry. Chishiya watches cautiously, frequently pouring water for you both.

As the stakes rise, you are forced to take three shots of Vodka, on top of the previous three: the price of losing twice in a row, each loss stacking up another shot.

As you brace yourself, Chishiya takes your glass. “That would be six shots of Vodka, on top of the sake. That’s too much.”

You sway a little, trying to grab the glass. “Hey, give it back! I can handle it!”

Chishiya gives you a side-eye. “Yeah, right.”

“You drink it then, Chishiya!” Kuina chimes in.

“I don’t drink,” he firmly states.

“Then I’m taking it!” You reach over to grab the glass, but before you can take it back, Chishiya downs the whole thing.

“There, you happy?” Chishiya gives you both an annoyed look.

“Hell yeah! Cheers!” You two cheered, clinking your glasses together.

“I’m not drinking any more,” Chishiya adds, you and Kuina exchanging slightly disappointed looks.

Some games later, you two decide to play Spin The Bottle, a game only involving dares, allowing Chishiya to play.

At this point, you and Kuina feel quite drunk, but still in the partying mood. Chishiya comes back with more water, and you notice him stumble on the way back. Is he a lightweight…?

“Chishiyaaa, you’re back, right on time for Spin The Bottle!!” Kuina exclaims, briefly explaining the rules. In this version, the player who is not the spinner or the one the bottle lands on, gets to decide what the theme is, whether it is a silly skit or the classic romantic route.

A few simple, lighthearted rounds pass. Soon after, it's your turn. You spin it, and after six seconds or so, it lands on… Chishiya.

“The theme for this round is… kissing!” Kuina decides, giggling.

“Okay…” You, already incredibly drunk, don’t even think it through and immediately approach Chishiya.

“W-wait, what…?” You’ve never seen Chishiya this surprised or flustered before, stuttering and all. Cute…

“You two have to kiss, that’s all∼” Kuina explains.

“Why kiss? Why can’t we just hug or something instead?” Chishiya counters.

“Oh, it’s okay if you don’t want to…” You reply, slightly slurring your words.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want—” Chishiya stops himself, as you feel a hand on the back of your head.

In the next second, your lips gently press against Chishiya’s, as he reflects the same surprised look you’re giving him — both of your faces stained red from the embarrassment and alcohol.

The hand on your head releases, but Chishiya doesn’t pull away. Instead, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and deepens the kiss, interlocking your lips, finally giving you a kiss on the cheek and pulling away.

Whatever happens afterward is a blur. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was simply not important, but the next thing you know, you wake up alone on your bed. Kuina and Chishiya gone, the alcohol gone. What a strange dream…

But it wasn’t.

Because why would both Kuina and Chishiya be avoiding you all of a sudden? You catch Kuina, demanding an explanation.

“Kuina!” You rush toward her, as fast as these crutches could let you.

She turns around with a worried expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting right now?” She rushes to help you stand. “Those crutches are for emergencies!”

“Well— this is an emergency!” You blurt out.

“H-huh? Really? What happened?” Kuina goes on high alert.

“Uh…” You think about how to phrase this. “Do you remember what happened last night?” A probing question shouldn’t hurt…

“Last night… ahh I’m so sorry, Y/N! I was super drunk and I-I know that’s no excuse but I really didn’t mean to…” Kuina bows her head.

“Didn’t mean to what?” I don’t remember Kuina doing anything…

“Wait, you really don’t remember? Ahh this is gonna sound pretty bad…” Kuina takes a deep breath. “We were playing Spin The Bottle, and it was your turn. The bottle landed on Chishiya and I decided the theme to be kissing, since uh you two both like each other but clearly won’t admit it… Anyways! Since you two were taking way too long… I kind of just… p-pushed you two together…” Kuina pauses, looking at your reaction.

“...so the kiss was real?” You whisper to yourself.

“O-oh, you do remember that?” Kuina asks.

You nod, trying to process everything she just said. We really… kissed? Oh my goddd, what do I even do now?? It seemed like Kuina initiated it, but she said we ‘both’ like each other…? Wasn’t Chishiya just friend-zoning me though? With a brain like his, I’m sure he already knows but doesn’t see the point in telling me—

Kuina interrupts your thoughts. “I already asked Chishiya, but it seems like he doesn’t remember anything… I guess he really is a lightweight, huh? Either way, I’m really sorry about everything…”

“Kuina… it’s really okay, I forgive you. It’s no big deal to me… but how did Chishiya react to the news?” You asked, curious.

“Well, to be honest, after I apologized to him, he just forgave me and went on with whatever he was doing. With that kind of reaction, I’m sure he didn’t remember and was just pretending — as that would put him in a vulnerable position, I suppose,” Kuina replies.

“I see…” You pause to think for a moment. “Well, thanks for telling me Kuina! I’ll go back to my room now.”

“Let me help you at least—” You cut her off.

“Don’t worry about it, Kuina! I made it here in one piece, and I’ll make it back too, trust me. I’ll see you later∼”

You wave goodbye to her. “Alright… see you! Take care of yourself, okay?”

As you head back to your room, you notice a familiar blonde figure standing right at your door, seemingly debating whether or not to open it.

“Chishiya?” You look up at him.

You see a small flinch before he turns around to face you, his signature smile on. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“You’re the second person to ask me that today…”

“The first one was Kuina, I guess?”

You nod and open the door. “Well, uh… I’m going to head in now. Were you going to check up on me?”

Chishiya follows you inside. “Yeah.”

The door shuts as you sit down on the bed. “Before that, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Chishiya starts preparing everything for your check-up.

“Wait, Chishiya.” You tug on his hoodie. “Can you talk to me face-to-face for this?” You pat on the space beside you.

“Alright… what’s up?” Chishiya sits down next to you, slightly avoiding eye contact.

“Um… about last night… do you really not remember anything?” There’s just something not right about how he reacted in Kuina’s story. Even though I get where his thought process might be coming from based on Kuina’s assessment, I feel like he actually does remember…

“Do you?” Chishiya turns the question back to you.

“Hey— I asked first!”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Chishiya smiles.

“As if I’d believe that.” You scoff.

“Information isn’t free.” He shrugs.

You give him an annoyed look. “I remember some things.” If you’re gonna play this game, so will I.

“Like what kind of things?” Chishiya inquires.

“Hey, one question at a time— and isn’t it your turn?”

Chishiya just keeps smiling, not saying anything.

“Y-You! I knew you’d just— I’m not saying anything until you do.” You pout.

“Alright, I guess the conversation is over now—”

But before Chishiya can get up, you get up to grab his arm. However, because of your injured legs, you suddenly lose balance…

The next thing you know, the two of you are on the floor, Chishiya hugging you, taking most of the impact.

Chishiya quickly lets go of you, and you prop yourself up. “S-sorry! Are you okay?”

As you turn to face him, all you can see is him looking away with a flushed face.

“What if I said I remembered… everything?” Chishiya speaks up in a quiet whisper.

You blush upon hearing that. “I would say… me too,” you reply in a shaky voice.

Chishiya’s eyes widen.

“...and I have no regrets.” You look at Chishiya, locking eyes.

“Then… can I…” It seems like he can’t get the words out, but you get what he means.

“Yeah…”

You lean in as he gently cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss — sweet, lingering, and filled with all the words left unspoken.

[raavos]

OK CONSIDER FOR A REQUEST - Reader is a warrior who ended up being injured by a dragon they barely managed to defeat (RIP dragon). They black out just as Aaravos finds them and they wake up to him tending to their wounds. With a lecture. Or not. Your choice. Godspeed (Dragonspeed?)

Thank you very much Anon, I love this idea! Reminder that Request's are always, permanently open.

This request will have an already established relationship with Aaravos, husband to be specific

Warning's: Briefly fighting a dragon I suppose, being wounded.

First of all..how does one get into such a situation. You had a genius idea of going to defeat a dragon with no crew. As you approached the rampaging wyvern wreaking havoc with your weapon it growled out angrily, turning to you with a screech as it charged. You dodge out of the way narrowly, swinging at the large creature, managing to only slash it's leg. The wyvern roars in anger, fwipping around quickly-..It caused you to be wacked by it's long tail. A yelp left you as you fell back, weapon clattering away. As you laid on the ground your eyes started fluttering closed..The last thing you saw was the wyvern being subdued by a soft white and purple spell.

..Hours, days or even weeks later you awoke inside your husbands home. A tall ceiling and glistening appearance, with a soft groan a damp feeling on your cheek. "Starlight, your choice was rather foolish." A smooth, honey-like voice said in your ear.

A hiss left you as ointment was applied to your stinging head. "Wh.." A confused hum left you, only met with a husky chuckle from Aaravos. "You hurt yourself, my dear..seriously. Why attempt to fight a dragon my darling." The startouched elf sighed. with a soft groan you attempted to sit up. "It was..hurting people. I wanted to help..-" You were sharply cut off. "And you were hurt in kind. Stars, your foolish mortal mind is so..utterly, empathetic." He sighed out, caressing your face gently with one hand, dabbing your wound with a damp cloth on the other. "To me you're truly fragile." Aaravos mumbled, kissing your head..then softy tugged at a strand of your hair.

"Use your glorious brain, hm?" He said softly, an affectionate manner taking him over as he cared for your wounds. Flustered as you were doted on, you glance up at him. "Should I have let it happen?.." "Yes." You were answered almost instantly, he looked a bit serious. "You should let me handle such things, my brightest star. Call for me, keep yourself bundled away and safe If I am not there." He fretted ever so slightly, pressing his forehead to yours. "I could never imagine losing you, my dear."

[bun-z-bakery]

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Paring: Alien!Dogday x Astronaut!GN!Reader

CW: Injury recovery, mention of death, emotional distress

A/N: Due to so much love on what was supposed to be a one-shot I decided to make a second part! I never would've imagined the love this silly little alien would receive! Thank you everyone! I hope you enjoy! Also, lmk if you catch the steven universe reference also yes, I'm a ReVeluv hehe.

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A few weeks had passed since your failed mission and the encounter with the orange dog-like alien who saved your life. You sat on your couch, your injured leg elevated and wrapped in fresh bandages. Luckily, your leg had been healing nicely, though the time it took to fully recover was making you impatient—you wanted to get back out there. But your crew couldn't risk it. The only thing you managed to bring back was the strange bangle that the creature, Dogday, had given you, and it hadn't left your wrist since the day it was given to you.

You yawn as you turn off the TV, gently lowering your leg and preparing yourself to stand. A sudden flash of white forces you to sit back down. Frantically, you rub your eyes in a panic.

The symphony of car alarms ringing throughout the neighborhood was a sure sign that something was very wrong. The faint sound of tapping on your back screen door caught your attention. You limped over and slid the door open, looking around your fenced yard.

Maybe it was an animal… you thought to yourself as you slid the door closed. A small squeak made you look down, and you gasped as you crouched.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay, little guy?" you cradle the orange ball of fluff in your arms, petting his tummy where you had accidentally crushed him with the door.

He whines and whimpers in your arms as you take him into the living room, gently placing him on the floor.

"Alright, little guy, you hungry?" you tiredly ask the pup, who stares up at you enthusiastically and in awe, as if you were the best thing he's seen in his entire life. You give his head a scratch before you make your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something the canine can eat.

You search through the cupboards and fridge until you find something that will hold him off for the time being.

"Little buddy!" you call out to him, and he happily prances his way toward you.

You place the plated food and water on the floor before giving his head one last scratch. Before you can pull your hand away, he paws at your bangle, making you giggle. "You're a smart one, aren't you?" he was adorable and happily devoured the food you prepared for him.

You took your chance while he was distracted and made your way to your room, leaving the door cracked to keep an eye on your temporary furry friend. Oddly, a sudden wave of tranquility washed over you, making you drift off faster than usual.

It didn’t take long for you to be ripped out of your deep slumber. You quickly limp your way out of your room, only to trip over the furry culprit.

You fall over with a loud thud, wincing in pain. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, you didn't mean… It…" you trail off as you glance up at the now familiar-looking alien dog crouched down to your level.

"Hello, my human!" his face instantly lights up as a grin forms. Just like before, his weapon of a tail began to wag like crazy, and his antennae glowed.

"It's you! How are you here? Wait, where’s the dog?!" You look around until finally, you piece the two together, "You were the dog, weren't you?" you squint your eyes, making him laugh.

"You were so caring, I wish I could hold that form longer!" he was practically beaming just from being in your presence.

"Dogday." You could’ve sworn you saw his smile grow wider after calling his name.

"Yes, my human?" he replies eagerly, ready to give you whatever you need.

"I need help getting up." In a blink of an eye, he stands, and before you know it, your feet are off the ground. You yelp at the sudden but gentle motion. Dogday was always gentle with you, even now, still just as gentle as he carries you back to your room and wraps you from head to toe in your blankets.

"Dogday…"

"Yes, human?" you couldn’t see him under the blankets or breathe, yet you could feel his beaming smile from miles away.

"I'm not comfortable being this wrapped." you laugh as you unwrap yourself from the blanket burrito he had tightly wrapped you in.

You sat up, Before you could unwrap yourself completely, a sharp pain rushes through your leg, making you wince.

"The fall…" his ears and antennae droop sadly upon the realization.

"It's okay, it takes humans a long time to heal from these things." He shakes his head and kneels, gently taking hold of your injured leg.

"Uh, Dogday? What are you—" he places a gentle kiss on your leg, and suddenly, all the pain you felt was gone.

"You have healing spit?!" you shriek in disbelief, but he only stares.

"I… Wasn't aware I could do that," he responds hesitantly. You were over the moon, pain-free and able to move around more once again. You motion for him to lean down, gently place a kiss on his cheek, and scratch his ears, "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" you joked.

"Are you okay?" Dogday's face was unreadable, causing you to worry.

"It's been years since I've experienced emotions…" he pauses before taking a seat on the floor in front of you. Even while sitting, he towered over you.

"I have been alone for as long as I can remember. I have protected my star home since my birth like the others before they…" he sighs, slightly shaking his head as if to shake off a bad memory. The glow of his antennae dims.

"And I have seen your people explore other star homes, yet I've only been met with screams of terror when I approach."

He sniffles, and you place a hand on his head, petting him. "You don't deserve to be alone any longer," you spoke gently, reassuring him. He takes your bangled arm and fiddles with the accessory.

"Dogday?"

"I am so happy I courted the right human. My lovely human." His voice was almost dreamlike with the way he spoke of you, your eyes widen at the significance of what his gift meant.

"C-courted?! Like marriage?!" you lean forward, waiting for his response.

He smiles and chirps; you really couldn’t stay mad at him.

"Is that what humans call it? Then yes!" he exclaims, unbeknownst to him, he had just given you an idea.

"Dogday?"

"Yes, my human?"

"I have to go somewhere. I'll be back in a bit!" you rise to your feet, quickly grabbing your keys and sweater. He follows you around, watching your every move with intrigue.

"It's early; you should rest." He takes your hand before you can reach for the door, you laugh and shake your head.

"I need to do this now. I'll be back before you know it!" you reassure him. Fear ate away at him. he didn’t want you to leave him again.

"Take me with you!" he blurts.

"Dogday, I can't risk you being seen by others and… Oh!" there he sat in dog form. You remember he mentioned not being able to hold that form for long, so you needed to be quick. "Alright, let's go!" he barks happily, almost running into the door in his daze of excitement.

You enter the pet store, quickly scanning the aisles for what you need. Dogday treads not far behind, taking in his new environment. So many items and things to see. He paws at the ones he can reach in his smaller form.

"Wasn't expecting to see ya here!" A familiar voice catches your attention. You wave, it was one of your co-workers who saved you.

"How's the leg?" she asks sympathetically as she holds her small dog in her arms. Dogday gallops his way toward you, standing next to your feet and putting on his "best dog" facade.

"It's…" you pause, If I tell her it’s healed, she might ask questions, you think to yourself before coming up with a lie.

"It's still healing. Luckily, I can move around more now! The pain is still there, though." You put on your best show, and your co-worker places a hand on her heart and sighs. "If there's anything you need, let me know." She was sincere in her offer, but you'd never take her up on it now that you have a guest.

"Roger that, Startrail!" You call her by her codename as you jokingly salute her before waving her off. Before she's out of sight, she points to a bag. "That one's the best. I'm sure the little one will love it!" Dogday's face scrunches up at the thought of eating anything that looked so… Disgusting. Her dog, however, looked like it wanted to rip him to shreds as its eyes never left Dogday, even as they made their way out the aisle.

You sigh before patting your thigh, gaining Dogday's attention. "Crap, I forgot! We need to hurry!" His now visible antennae were a sign he wouldn’t last in that form for much longer. Quickly, you both rush until you finally find what you came for.

"I never had a pet before, but now I know where everything is!" you exclaim as you quickly grab the item and make your way to checkout. Dogday was pawing at your leg, and now you were racing against the clock.

"Thanks!" you say as you grab your bag from the cashier.

"Hey, your dog—"

"Nope!" You scoop Dogday into your arms and bolt out the door, ignoring the cashier's confusion. "Please hold it together until we’re home!" you plead, only earning a whimper in response.

Your legs felt like jelly and your lungs were on fire. Quickly, you throw open your door and gently toss Dogday inside just in time.

"Ouch!" he yelps as he shifts to his normal form.

"Sorry about that! But we made it!" you cheer, holding your arms up in celebration. Dogday stands and makes his way to you, curious about what was in the bag. He begins to poke it.

"Hey, not yet! After dinner!" you playfully scold him as you make your way to the living room and place the bag down on your couch.

"Whyyyy?" he whines as he gently grabs your shoulders and pouts.

"You gave me a special moment and gave me something special on Saturn of all places!" you exclaim, holding up your wrist to show off the dimly glowing bangle.

"So I thought it would be fair if I did the same. I want to give you something special too," you explain. He releases you and laughs, finding your actions adorable.

"I want to help my human make food." You couldn't argue with him, so you agreed. You could tell he was becoming impatient. He did his best to pace himself to your eating speed and had to resist the urge to scarf down everything, even the plate.

"It was so good!" he exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it!" you respond, giving him a smile before you stand and make your way to the bag you had left on the couch. "Okay, okay, I've kept you waiting for a while," you say as you return to him and pull out what you've been keeping from him. "Dogday, this is for you."

His mouth is slightly agape as he admires what you had gotten him.

"It's a collar! I figured, since you gave me this," you hold up your arm before pulling his attention back to the collar in your hands, "it’s only fair I give you something similar. Every dog deserves a good home."

Unable to sit still, he points to his neck. You put the collar on him. In a way, it was meant for him—the sun charm almost matched the sun pattern on his face. You smile at the emotional creature.

"I love it, thank you, thank you!" he chirps happily, with tears in the corners of his eyes. He traps you in a hug, gripping onto you as if he were afraid you'd disappear.

"Human?"

"Yes, Dogday?" His grip on you never faltering as he gazes at you.

"Can I live with you on your star home?" His voice came out broken, as if he was about to sob and plead with you. Your face softens as you gently hold onto his face.

"I would love that." He jumps up and floats you both around happily.

"Hey, no floating in the house!" you joke, making both of you laugh.

"Scoot over!" You shuffle in your tiny bed, fighting over the blanket that barely covers both of you.

"Is my human cold?" Concerned you'll freeze, he scoots closer and holds you in place, doing his best to warm you up.

"No, Dogday, you're like a giant heater. I—" His soft snores fill the room, making you sigh and relax into his furry arms.

"You're lucky I love you," you whisper through your pout as you close your eyes.

"I would grow flowers on the other star homes for you," he whispers, earning a small chuckle from you.

"That’s impossible, Dogday."

"Nothing is impossible when it comes to my human," he whispers softly as he holds you closer. His love for you was as infinite as the stars in the galaxy, and he wasn't afraid to attempt the impossible for you.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm unsure if I'll make a part 3 lol but i might make small scenario posts of alien Dogday and life with the reader! Who knows!

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You Get Injured! | Honkai Star Rail

I finally finished! AND! I added Caelus! Kinda forgot he existed for a second lmao. I personally think the delivery for this took way too long but it's ok now! ^w^ I hope you like it! ✧ Includes: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Sampo, Blade ✧ Extra: Angst ahead! The consistency is weird here cuz my writing always gets longer as I write. Meaning the first one I start with is short and the last one is ridiculously long. I did try to even it out a little, though. Also I was supposed to have banners for this but... I completely forgot about them

➺ Caelus

Caelus had told you to wait before going anywhere dangerous because he wanted to join you. You two could protect one another. But you didn’t listen because he took slightly too long. Not that you were that impatient but you just wanted to get your task done, yanno? Caelus was also a super busy guy and the last thing you wanted was to give him more work. Your plan was to go in, do what you needed, and be done by the time he got here. Simple, right?

You were too far. Too far. Caelus’ heart was pounding out of his chest as his legs moved as fast as they could to get to you. He’d just heard what happened- you’d gotten attacked by some fragmentum monsters. All he knew was you were hurt badly. His mind was a mess with all sorts of awful scenarios. The worst one was seeing you dead. He could literally imagine your headstone and he hated it. Every second of it.

The second he saw you, he engulfed you in the tightest of hugs almost forgetting you were injured. You groaned which made him realize he was too rough. He apologized and was quick to get you medical help. There was so much blood- like everywhere. It was leaving a trail as he got you to the medics. It was horrifying and he’d never felt so scared before in his life.

He was next to you the entire time. Like day in, day out, he was beside you helping you heal. Your injuries were so bad, you were unable to do anything for the first two weeks. Caelus helped you with everything. You kept apologizing, but he wouldn’t have any of it. He just insisted that you need to focus on getting better and he was right here beside you, where he belonged.

Honestly, after the whole thing, Caelus was a lot more aware and attentive. Not that he wasn’t before, but now he was super careful. That day was one of the hardest and seeing you like that? That was a day he never forgot and never wanted to re-encounter. So, whenever you wanna go somewhere, he always wants to join (especially if it’s dangerous).

➺ Dan Heng

Dan Heng has never, ever doubted you or your abilities to fight. Anywhere you’d go, he’d simply join out of the intent to be good company. He would miss you. But he never doubted you… and he never thought you could get hurt out there. You were always so strong and unbeatable.

When he heard the news, he felt his heart drop. His entire body froze and he didn’t exactly understand what he was being told. You were injured? Badly? What happened? Who did it? Weren’t you just going to a friend’s place? How could this happen?

When Dan Heng saw you- your figure which was covered in blood, your teary eyes, your limp- he raced to hold you tightly in his arms. How could he let this happen? How could he allow you to get hurt like this when he had the ability to protect you? He didn’t do his part as a good boyfriend. The entire time, he did his best not to break down, knowing it was more important to take care of you than cry.

Through the entire healing process, Dan Heng was glued to your side. He was at your beck and call- anything you needed, he got for you. There was a period where he was super nervous about having others around, but quickly came to the decision that it was unhealthy and he needed to step back. You were still happy to have him around.

The aftermath with everything was expected. Every time you left on your own, Dan Heng just had a wave of panic and uncertainty. He always had that thought in the back of his mind of you not making it back to him. He tried not to let it get to him, but he couldn’t help it. You got hurt before, so why not this time? You make sure to call to let Dan Heng know everything is ok when you arrive at your destination and sometimes, you just take him with! After all, he is your boyfriend and you adore his company.

➺ Welt

You and Welt made a good team, having fought a lot together. So, if you went off on your own or with another team, he didn’t really need to worry. He knew your capabilities and didn’t underestimate you at any point. Though, he hadn’t stopped to think… maybe you weren’t invincible.

Himeko was the first to tell him and the way she looked when she brought it up is what initially scared him. Himeko had run all the way to him, her eyes were wide with worry, and she was breathing heavily. She only said, “(y/n) got attacked.” Welt could feel his heart sinking into his stomach as the numerous bad scenarios came to his mind. Most of them included a dead you.

Welt couldn’t rest- he had to see you and right this second. Himeko wasted no time and quickly took him to see you. You were already at the hospital but when he saw you… he pretty much broke down. Himeko had never seen him like that and bargained with the doctors to let him see you just for a minute. They agreed and let him in. You weren’t awake which sent another wave of terror through him. What if you never woke up? His fears were settled when you did eventually wake up, but you were in bad shape.

Your recovery was taken extremely seriously by Welt. He made sure you ate meals at proper times, you were drinking enough fluids, and he even made sure you took the time to get up and walk around for a few minutes every now and then. He was pretty much your personal nurse and he happily took on the job. He wasn’t upset, he made time, and he took really good care of you.

Honestly, afterward, Welt had a few nightmares. When he saw you, you weren’t awake. There were nights where he walked to you in that hospital bed and you just flatlined. It became a deep-rooted fear for him. You didn’t realize how bad it was until there was a day where you forgot to call him when you left and he just panicked, acting nothing like his usual composed self. He apologized for losing his composure but you appreciated seeing what you did because now you knew how worried he got. He’s definitely an overprotective boyfriend now.

➺ Sampo

Sampo didn’t take things too seriously a lot of the time. He wasn’t neglectful or anything, but he was just a goofy guy. Due to his laid-back attitude, Sampo didn’t worry when you said you were going to visit Rivet Town to help Hook with something. He didn’t necessarily take into account how dangerous it was and just happily kissed you goodbye and told you to be safe. I mean… you tried.

Of course, he was busy doing what he did best when he saw Hook… running to him with tears in her eyes. The entire event that morning came rushing back and he just knew. Hook barely had to say anything and Sampo was demanding she take him to you. Hook took Sampo to Natasha’s clinic, which is where you’d made it to before collapsing. The entire time, he was blaming himself. He should’ve offered to go with you, he should’ve asked more- he should've been there.

He tried to hug you but you were unconscious on the bed, so all he could do was just wait until you woke up. He refused to let go of your hand- no matter what anyone said- he stood his ground. Eventually, they just relented and let him stay. You woke up only a few hours later, absolutely exhausted and clearly recovering.

Sampo was your personal nurse but he wasn’t the best at it. Sometimes he’d mess up, drop things, make it harder for you but… it always made you laugh. You could see that Sampo was very upset with himself and this was his desperate way to make up for it, even though he knew there was no way to do that. But you happily accepted it. You could see how much he loved you just from that.

The aftermath was… a bit to get used to. Sampo never let you go into danger zones alone. No matter what. However, you were never one to disagree. What was odd was his seriousness. A lot of Sampo’s laid-back-ness kinda went away after what happened. Of course, it wasn’t permanent but it was a bit upsetting. You could see the toll your accident had taken on him. He worried- a lot. He even admitted he’ll get flashes of that day and he wonders where he would have been had you not woken up. You just give him a big tight hug to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.

➺ Blade

Blade was always overprotective, he knew you were squishy. Meaning, you’re mortal. If someone poked you hard enough, you’d die. He didn’t want that to happen, so he was always making sure you were ok. He kept an eye on you, stuck around you, and just had your back all the time. There was one day- ONE- where he failed. And that was the day he paid the price.

When he heard, he felt nothing but pure rage for whatever hurt you. The second emotion he felt was pure disappointment in himself. He let that happen. HE did, no one else. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if he wasn’t busy and had made time for you. He did every other day so why not this one? When he saw you, he didn’t have much of a physical reaction other than wide eyes and engulfing you in a hug. But deep inside, he hated himself for a bit because this was his fault.

Blade refused to leave your side and if anyone even dared to suggest he did, he brought down every last bit of that rage on them. He stuck by you the entire time you were under medical observation. Once you were able to go home, he did everything for you. If you dared to lift a finger to do anything, he just sent his signature glare your way. You would giggle sheepishly and just lay back down.

There was a change in his personality at home. He was much softer. He was always asking if you were ok, he would do anything, and he was super affectionate. He would hold you all the time, give you quick kisses, and just let you know he loved you. All the time. It was an unusual change but not one you hated. You loved Blade and him giving you all sorts of affection was great! A bit weird, but great!

The aftermath was expected: Blade basically became your personal bodyguard. He wasn’t very affectionate in public, but at home, that new side remained. It was as if there was a switch that had been flipped. Eventually, you finally asked him when he literally tickled you one night. He said, “I thought you were gonna die. And I realized… I didn’t get to show you just how much I love you.” That was all he was willing to say on it. You were so happy to hear that. It was nice to see how soft Blade could be with you when no one was looking.

[mandarinmoons]

okie doke! i was thinking of spencer x fem reader enemies to lovers, a classic scenario of “your enemy gets injured and it’s me you realize how much you actually care for them”. they’re sort of work rivals with him and are also very smart - not nearly as smart, but y’know - and so sometimes they tend to talk over each other or undermine one another. on a case reader doesn’t heed spencer’s warning and it ends up costing her. you can take it from there, im sure what you do will be grrrreat </33

So sorry it took so long x

The BAU were invited to help out on a case in a small town in Maryland. A town usually quiet with rarely any crime, was suddenly plagued by women missing every few weeks.

Everyone split into teams and investigated the areas victims were last seen. The place you and Spencer made your way to was an abandoned house on the north side of the town.

Spencer was someone you rarely got along with and when Hotch told the both of you to team up, it took everything in you to not roll your eyes at your boss or try and argue with him. But you bit your tongue and dragged your feet to the SUV as you and Spencer made the way to the location.

As you arrived at the building, you jumped out of the car and made your way to the back, but you stopped in your tracks when a familiar voice scratched your ears.

“Y/N, stop!”

Rolling your eyes, you looked over your shoulder and were met with Spencer’s stern gaze.

“What now?”

“We’re not supposed to break apart.”

“I’m just going behind the house!”

“We’re supposed to follow orders!”

“And you’re not supposed to be such a smartass all the time, but you still are.”

Clenching his jaw, Spencer watched you walk away before sighing and muttering to himself, “Don’t come crying to me when you get hurt.”

Making your way behind the house, you took in the scenery. A swingset that looked like it hadn’t been used in years, flowerbeds by the sides of the fence that were full of dead and dry plants. It looked as though no one had taken care of this place in years, such a poor condition where no sane person would come. And so it would be the perfect place for an unsub to hide out.

Hearing a rustling coming from behind the trees, you latched onto your gun and walked over to the source of the noise, slowly and carefully. Only a few steps away, you felt someone walk up behind you, but when turning around you were met with nothing. Turning your head back only a second later, you were met with the unsub and before you had time to react he shot you in your leg. The gunshot echoed and you fell to the ground in agony.

“Y/N!”

Spencer came running to you and crouched down to you, brushing the hair out of your face.

“What happened?”

“He shot me-,” a cry left your lips as Spencer applied pressure to your wound.

“I told you not to go alone.”

“Just shut up and help me!”

Grabbing his phone, Spencer called for an ambulance. He stuttered out the situation as his hand was still pressed against your wound, blood seeping from the sides and covering his hand.

After finally being admitted to the hospital, Spencer was sat, waiting to hear how you were doing and every second was hell. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go all alone and yet he still did because his stubborn self was mad at you from a previous argument. What was the argument about? The two of you argued over directions to the unsub’s hideout.

“You’re supposed to turn to the left, Reid!”

“Y/N, I know my way around this town. I memorized the map before we left, we’re supposed to go straight ahead.”

“That’s not what the locals said.”

“Oh so you don’t trust me?”

“I’m just saying it doesn’t hurt to trust the people who know how to get around this place.”

“It also doesn’t hurt for you to trust me.”

“I’d rather get shot than rely on you.”

And now here you were, in surgery after getting shot and Spencer replaying the scene of finding you all bloody, over and over again in his head. This was one of the times he wishes he didn’t have an eidetic memory.

A few hours later you were resting in your hospital bed. Spencer was hesitant about whether he should come check on you or not, he knew that he was the last person you’d want to see, but he was the one who found you and he needed to know how you were.

Bracing himself, he took a deep breath and walked into the room. His eyes scanned over you with his eyes stopping at your leg.

“It’s not polite to stare.”

Spencer locked eyes with you and saw your mouth curl up into a smirk; even in severe pain, you managed to sass him.

“Watch it now or else I won’t come to check on you anymore,” Spencer chuckled and made his way towards your bed and sat on the edge of it.

“You don’t have to, you know.”

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“Spencer, stop. It’s all on me. I was the one being stubborn and-”

“That doesn’t matter. I was annoyed too and yet I ignored everything we’ve been taught and let you go by yourself.”

Spencer’s voice grew shaky and you noticed his eyes glistening. Were those tears? It couldn’t be.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Spencer sniffled and quickly dried off a few tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You had never seen him like this. You were used to cold stares and eyerolls from him sure, but seeing him be so upset over your wellbeing? It was a sight you thought you’d never witness.

“Spencer, don’t be so hard on yourself, please. It was my fault too.”

“It’s nice of you to admit that.”

“Hey!”

Lightly smacking Spencer’s shoulder caused a chuckle to fall from both of your mouths. You hadn’t been this comfortable with each other in a long while and neither of you ever thought that such a day would come again.

While you were recovering, Spencer came to see you in the hospital for the short while you still had to be monitored and when you finally were able to go home he’d stop by to see you even more. Spencer was adamant that he was making regular visits because he felt it was his responsibility after letting you walk off by yourself, but the rest of the team had other ideas as to why he was making so much time to come and see you, and little did they know that their suspicions would be proven true.

Penelope was making her way to your home with a basket of freshly baked muffins, a baked good of hers that you raved about every time she made them, and she thought that it was just the thing to lift your spirits. She reached your door and waited for an answer after she knocked. After a few minutes of complete silence, she took out the spare key to your apartment that you gave her for emergencies and made her way in, her mouth falling open at the sight.

There you were, perched on the lap of The BAU’s boy genius, who was also known as your sworn enemy, or at least was known to be.

“Oh, what do we have here?”

Penelope shut the door and made the way to you and Spencer, her smile beaming while your rosy cheeks hid in the crook of Spencer’s neck. Sitting on Spencer’s lap was the last place anyone thought they’d find you, especially yourself.

“Please don’t tell the team about this.”

“Oh sweetness, everybody already had their suspicions.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Penelope chuckled and left the basket of baked goods on the kitchen table and quickly walked off so you and Spencer could enjoy some “alone time,” clearly enjoying seeing her favorite coworkers finally getting along with each other.

As the door shut, a sigh escaped your lips and Spencer caressed your back in order to comfort you.

“How long do you think it’s going to be until everybody else knows?”

Before Spencer could answer, both of your phones went off notifying an incoming text message. Both of you took out your phones and unsurprisingly it was messages from Emily and Luke, congratulating you both on your new found love.

“I was going to say an hour, but yeah, fifty six seconds sounds like a better answer.”

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I just read your Toge not saying I love you out of fear of making reader a curse should they die and I wanna 1 up you, what if he said it while they were dying? Or like on their death bed when they're like old and grey because the guilt of not actually saying momentarily like, eats him up and he says it without thinking? Or he goes to and reader stops him and just has that look that says they know and instead reader says this sappy stuff about how they've always felt loved by him and that they always noticed His efforts to show how much he loved them.

Feel free to ignore this btw, it was just something thats been jumping around my head as of late. I hope you have a lovely week!!

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Any Last Words?

Toge X reader

Angst w/comfort

W.C: 1567

Synopsis: Toge is left gravely injured after the Shibuya incident and he finds himself reflecting

A/N: So sorry lovely Anon I have no idea how long this has just been chilling in my inbox but I saw this and fell in love w/ the concept immediately, this is a little rushed but I really wanted to get this done before life got too busy again

As a sorcerer, death is a constant companion—always lurking, always watching, waiting patiently to swoop in and remind you that no matter how powerful you are, she’s the one holding all the cards. Toge was no exception. He could vividly recall clinging to his father's pant leg, peeking around at the men in suits whose large frames cast menacing shadows over them. They were hunting down the alleged cursed speech user, warning his father that this child was dangerous, a threat to society—this child needed to be eliminated. If his father were a good man, they said, he would cooperate.

“A child who has inherited cursed speech can manipulate the world around them. If a child with this technique were to yell ‘no’ at you, you would have no choice but to comply; your body would freeze up, and you wouldn’t be able to move. They likely aren’t strong enough yet to cause real harm, but you see why we need to eliminate this threat early.” The man in front of them adjusts his glasses, peering straight through a trembling Toge.

“Of course, sir, I’d love to help you with this, but as you may have guessed, I don’t see many children other than my own, and unfortunately, this little guy is mute. He hasn’t spoken a word since the day he was born.” Toge’s father ruffles his hair lightly as Toge buries his face deeper into his sweater.

The man stares through Toge one last time before his gaze flickers up, and he breaks into a tight, uncomfortable smile. “Right then, we’ll be on our way. If you hear anything, don’t hesitate to give us a call. We wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen.” He hands over his business card and walks away.

That night, Toge meets Gojo sensei for the first time. His father told him this man would take him somewhere safe, that he wouldn’t have to be afraid, and that he could help others with his gift. That reassurance did little to quell the tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to stay, to keep pretending just a little longer, but it was time to grow up. The world lost some of its wonder that night as he clutched the hand of a stranger, fighting back tears as his father waved him off with a smile that never quite reached his eyes.

From that day on, his life became a constant reminder of the cruelty of his new world. Corpses littered the scenes of curse sightings, and teachers, supervisors, and even students sometimes wouldn’t make it home from missions. He watched from the sidelines as their loved ones mourned and then returned to school as if nothing had happened. It was hard not to become detached from your own life when it could be lost in an instant.

Then there was you. A second-grade at best, from a line of non-sorcerers. The horrors of this world never seemed to touch you. You always smiled and laughed, enjoying the life you were given. For a moment, Toge thought you were naive. He was sure you didn’t realize the horrors lurking around every corner, ready to pounce and tear everything from you.

When you received word that Yuji had died, you wept, embarrassingly so, for someone you had never met. You cried openly, tears streaming, snot running down your nose as you wailed like a child. He stood there, stunned by the raw display of grief, and you left him little time to process it before you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. You spoke of how young Yuji was, how much he had ahead of him; you wept for his friends, his family, all the lives he was meant to touch. Toge doesn’t remember when he started crying, but his face burns as tears roll down onto the top of your head. He doesn’t know why, but he clutches you tightly and cries freely for possibly the first time in his life.

A breathy laugh escapes him as he recalls the memory of you sniffling into his shoulder, much like you are now. He winces in pain as the gentle laugh wreaks havoc on his injured body. He tries to wrap an arm around your head, to run his fingers through your hair, to comfort you and reassure you he’s okay, but nothing happens. Right, he lost that arm just hours ago. At this realization, another laugh roils through his stomach, and he can’t hold it back this time, choking on the pain as his body shakes in your arms.

It was never supposed to be like this. He was supposed to come home in one piece, ready to cook dinner with you and the others in the dorm. You would scold him for being reckless and dote on him as you haphazardly administered medicine. He was supposed to lie with you on the couch, eyes heavy, his hand tracing through your hair while a movie flickered around them, lighting the otherwise empty room.

This time, he allows himself to cry freely, clutching you impossibly closer as he wails like a child, mourning everything that should have been, all the things that could have been. You lean back slightly at his sudden outburst, cradling his face in your hands, brushing his bloodied hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t expect the soft smile gracing your features as you stare back into his eyes. How could you smile at a time like this? He had let you down, he could have died, and he was moments from abandoning you here, whether he wanted to or not.

You place a chaste kiss on his forehead, the warmth of your lips lingering against his cold, clammy skin. The gesture is so gentle, so filled with affection, that it catches him off guard. For a moment, the world around him fades—no pain, no fear, just the softness of your touch grounding him in the present. You pull his head into yours, your foreheads pressed together, and he can feel your breath mixing with his, shallow and uneven. It’s too much. He can’t breathe, his chest tightening as the weight of his emotions threatens to suffocate him.

He closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as if that could block out the reality of the situation, as if it could shield him from the intensity of your gaze. He knows if he looks at you, really looks at you, he’ll see the depth of your love and concern etched into your features, and he doesn’t know if he can bear it. How can you look at him like that, with such unwavering trust and devotion, after everything that’s happened? After all he’s lost, after all he’s failed to protect? The guilt gnaws at him, sharp and unrelenting.

“I-I…,” he starts, but the words catch in his throat, choked by the guilt knotting there, making it harder to breathe with each passing moment. He closes his mouth, trying to steady his nerves, but instead, he feels your lips on his, warm and gentle.

You kiss him with no urgency, as if your life is guaranteed, as if you aren’t in a hospital room. No, you kiss him, and he’s transported back to his dorm, the breeze carrying the gentle glow of the afternoon sun through the room, and he can smell the remnants of your shampoo as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He’s home, he’s safe, and he’s loved unconditionally.

When you break away, you reach up to hold his face in your hands, running your thumb over his curse marks. Those marks, once symbols of his power and burden, now seem almost fragile under your tender caress.

You lean in, your voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying a weight that transcends the simplicity of their meaning: “I love you too.” The sincerity in your voice cuts through the layers of doubt and fear that have wrapped themselves around his heart. He feels a surge of emotions—relief, gratitude, love—all mingling together, overwhelming in their intensity.

He can’t help it—the boyish smile that breaks across his face is instinctive, almost involuntary. It’s the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, lighting them up with a glimmer of hope buried under the weight of his doubt. In that moment, everything else falls away. The wounds, the battles, the relentless weight of his responsibilities—they all seem distant, insignificant compared to the simple truth of your words.

His resolve solidifies, a quiet determination burning within him. He might not be able to express his feelings in words, but he vowed to spend the rest of his life showing you, in every way possible, just how deeply he loved you. He would make it his mission to always come home to you—to listen to you animatedly recount your day, your eyes sparkling with excitement over the smallest details. He would continue to bring your favorite snacks, the ones that always made you smile, and remember the little things, like moving the sheets into the dryer on Saturdays.

As long as he lived, he would fight to return to you, day after day, because each time he walked through that door and saw you waiting for him, it was a victory—a promise kept. And maybe, just maybe, one day, when the time was right, he would…