#liked me. it was just ‘hey we’ve hung out a few times now should we say we’re dating?’ and I’m not trying to rag on him he’s probably just

[sailforvalinor]

…well, turns out changing to a Jo pfp is fitting in more ways than one.

[hannahluvsbillie]

was it ever casual?

part 1

✮ pairing : billie eilish x reader

✮ cw: nothing too heavy, angst (kind of)

ᡣ𐭩 a/n: sorry for the wait!! my tumblr hasn’t been letting me post anything! but we’re here now and that’s all that matters. thank you sm for all the love on part one, it means everything to hear you like my writing 🥺🥺

the rain pitter patters on the window of billie’s car, it was pitch black with the exception of a few small streetlights in the empty parking lot.

it was damn near silent in the car, only the sounds of soft music playing were heard.

at least it was, until you got a notification.

you pick up your phone from the console, seeing a text from some random person you gave your number to at a party last week because he wouldn’t stop bugging you.

“hey, wanna meet up soon? still in la for the week.”

the text read.

billie’s eyes glance over at your phone, out of your peripheral vision you see her brows furrow at the message.

your eyes dart to billie, and you immediately put your phone down. not wanting her to see the message.

this just makes her brows furrow further, and her face contort a little.

“who’s that?” she asks, her voice stern. the hand that was once on your thigh moves back to her own, silently telling you she’s suspicious.

“don’t worry about it.” you say, glancing over at her and putting your phone under your thigh. you didn’t intent to mock her statement from the last meet up you had, but it just came out.

these past few times you’ve hung out with her, you’ve been noticing the abundance of notifications she gets while you’re together. you try to comfort yourself by saying it’s just her friends, or her family blowing up her phone. but you know, you know it’s other girls.

“im worried about it, who else is talking to my girl?” she states, the smallest hint of playfulness in her voice.

“my girl.” the nickname always seemed to find its way into her words while she was with you, but the once meaningful nickname that used to give you butterflies has lost meaning. how many other girls does she call “my girl” ?

you look away, you find yourself feeling annoyed at her words. she does the same shit to you, so why should she be mad about it?

“it’s not like we’re dating.” you say, glancing over at her only to see her brows raised at your comment. you were never this feisty with her, what did she do?

she moves her head just enough to look into your eyes, her brows still raised in surprise. “yeah, we aren’t. but i wanna know if my girl’s talking to someone else.” she says coldly.

your brows raise, matching her expression. you shake your head in disbelief, how could she be so dismissive?

“billie, you do the same fucking thing.” you say, your voice seems to have lost that soft, sweet, gentle tone it regularly has when you speak to billie.

“that’s- that’s different ma.” she says, feeling like she’d just been called out on her bullshit.

you shake your head once again, your hands fiddle with themselves in your lap.

“how is that any different? they blow up your phone constantly and when i ask you about it you brush me off.” you say softly, turning your head to meet her gaze.

she rolls her eyes at your response, starting to get agitated with you.

“because you’re my girl y/n. no one else’s.” she says, her eyes shooting darts into yours.

that doesn’t sound very causal, but to hell with causal at this point.

“i wish i could say that about you billie.” you say, shooting her a glare.

“oh my god- baby. we’ve been through this a million times. they don’t mean anything to me.” she says, her voice starting to get more cold by the second. how could she just lie to you like that?

you turn to face her, you can’t hold back anymore.

“bullshit.” you say coldly, her eyebrows raise in response.

“if i meant anything to you i wouldn’t be sitting in your car at 1 in the morning- let alone letting you eat me out in your car, or only meeting with you in secluded places, or the fact you won’t text me back for a week. it’s like im only here when your bored.” you ramble, finally letting your feelings spill out. it felt nice to call her out, even though you knew she wouldn’t tell the truth.

“baby- y/n- you know damn well it’s not like that.” she says, looking at you with furrowed brows.

in all honesty, billie didn’t know you felt like that. so what she’d talk to other girls, you were still the one she saw the most.

“so what is it then?” you ask sharply, furrowing your brows at her. you had to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

she looks away, trying to think of a way to possibly answer that question.

“we’re just- a casual thing y/n, don’t act like it’s more then that because it’s not.” she says coldly, her response shooting daggers into your heart.

a moment of silence falls between billie and you, neither of you knew what to say, or what was the right thing to do.

but you knew one thing, you couldn’t keep doing this with her. if that’s how she really feels, then you two aren’t on the same page.

it’s not causal when you look at her like she hung the damn stars every time she speaks.

“just- take me home billie.” you say, looking into her eyes. you were so tired of begging for her to choose you. it’s all that you’ve done is beg for her attention this whole- situationship. or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it.

she scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head. her hand went down to the shift and put the car into drive.

“god damn it- fine.”

[willowsnook]

omg i love the new bar menuuuuu 🩷🩷

could i please have a tall rum n coke 🙂‍↕️ tysm and i love ur work!!! 🫶🫶

i love u

oscar piastri x reserve driver!reader

Me and him? that's funny

----------------------------------------------------

"Y/n!" you heard someone call out as you strolled through the paddock. A Sky Sports reporter waved you over.

"Hey, what's up?" you greeted with a smile.

"Could you answer a few questions?"

"Sure! I should probably have the PR manager here, but, oh well," you joked lightly.

"This being your first year as McLaren's reserve driver, how’s it been so far?"

"It’s been great," you answered honestly. "The team’s been super welcoming, and I’m learning so much."

"I’m glad to hear that! And you’ve known Oscar Piastri for quite a while, right?"

Your face lit up. "Yeah, we’ve been racing together forever. It's been amazing to end up here, on this journey together."

"Are you two just friends, or...?"

You laughed at the question. "Me and him? That’s funny."

Still chuckling to yourself, you made your way to the garage after saying goodbye. Sure, Oscar was practically your other half, but you never thought of it that way. You’d always spent loads of time together, especially now that you were both at McLaren, but it never seemed romantic. You understood each other like no one else could.

When qualifying ended, you hung around the garage waiting for Oscar and Lando to return. Lando arrived first, and you chatted for a while until you saw Oscar walking towards his room.

"Hey, great work, Osc," you called out. But instead of his usual smile, Oscar shot you a cold look and kept walking.

"What the hell was that about?" you muttered.

Lando scratched the back of his head awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

"Spill," you demanded, narrowing your eyes.

"He's a little upset about something you said to Sky earlier," Lando mumbled. "About it being funny that people think you and him would be together."

"Because it is funny," you said, scrunching your nose. "He’s my best friend."

"I mean… you guys kinda act like more than that," Lando said slowly, realizing you were completely oblivious.

"Examples, please," you said weakly. Lando smirked.

"Well, let’s see," he began. "You’re always touching or sitting right next to each other. You two have your own world of inside jokes, and you drop everything to hang out with one another. Not to mention the intense sexual tension anytime we have a drink."

"Okay, okay, I get it," you cut him off, embarrassed.

"The list goes on, babe," Lando teased, and you groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

"How did I not see this?"

"You’ve known each other forever," Lando reasoned. "Maybe it changed over time without you realizing it. Oscar never mentioned it until today."

You looked up sharply. "What did he say?"

"Uh, he asked what I thought about your answer," Lando said, fumbling. "I told him it was amusing since you two act like a couple already, and… he stormed off."

"Shit," you muttered, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

Lando hesitated before asking, "Would it really be that crazy?"

You chewed on your lip, lost in thought. Lando wasn’t wrong. You had always been attached at the hip, acting like a couple without the label. Oscar was the one person you turned to for everything.

"I need to go," you said abruptly, heading towards Oscar’s room. When you arrived, the door was locked, and his things were gone. Panicking, you rushed through the paddock, grabbed a car, and sped back to the hotel. Thankfully, you knew exactly where he was staying—he always picked the room next to yours.

God you were so stupid, you thought. All these signs just hanging out in front of you.

Banging on his door you grew nervous about what you were going to say. Oscar swung the door open, dressed in only a pair of gray sweats and your eyes lingered. Fucking hell, it's like you had been sexually awakened after sorting through your feelings.

He didn’t say a word, just stared at you, and the silence hung heavy.

"Can I come in?" you asked quietly, your voice more unsure than usual. He stepped aside, letting you enter.

As you stepped inside, the air between you felt thick with tension—different from the playful banter you were used to. Oscar closed the door behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. He still hadn’t said a word, and that unnerved you.

You turned to face him, trying to find the right words. "Oscar, about what I said earlier—"

"It’s fine," he cut you off abruptly, walking towards the bed and sitting down. His tone was clipped, but you could hear the hurt underneath it.

"No, it’s not," you said, taking a step closer. "I didn’t realize…I didn’t mean it like that."

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "So what did you mean, then?"

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. You hadn’t exactly prepared a speech for this moment. You had no idea how you were going to explain years of friendship turning into something more without even realizing it.

"I guess I’ve always seen you as… my best friend," you started, hesitating as the words felt heavy on your tongue. "And I never stopped to think it could be more. But… after talking to Lando, I realized maybe it already is."

Oscar’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching your face for something—truth, hope, maybe even an explanation.

"I didn’t mean to laugh when they asked about us," you continued, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. "It just caught me off guard because I never let myself consider it. But, Osc… maybe I should have."

Oscar’s jaw clenched, and he looked away, his voice quiet. "It wasn’t funny to me."

The vulnerability in his words made your heart ache. You reached out, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. "I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you felt that way."

He finally looked back at you, his expression softening. "You’ve always been more to me, Y/n. I’ve known it for a while, but I didn’t want to ruin what we have, so I kept quiet. But when I heard you laugh… it hurt."

"I didn’t mean to hurt you," you said softly, your hand sliding down his arm, linking your fingers with his. "I was just being stupid. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Oscar squeezed your hand gently, pulling you closer. "You wouldn’t have to do anything without me, Y/n," he whispered. "I’ve been here this whole time. Waiting."

Your breath caught in your throat. The room felt smaller, and the weight of all the unsaid things hung between you like a string pulled taut. You were scared, but not of Oscar—scared of how much he meant to you, how much you’d been afraid to admit it, even to yourself.

With a shaky breath, you let go of the fear and leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. "I think I’ve been waiting too, but I didn’t even know it."

Oscar's eyes closed at the touch, and he let out a small, relieved sigh, like the weight of everything was finally lifting. His other hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek.

"Then don’t wait anymore," he murmured, his lips barely an inch from yours.

You didn’t.

Closing the distance between you, you kissed him, and it felt like the final piece of a puzzle falling into place. The kiss was soft but filled with all the unspoken words you two had held back for so long. It was a confession, an apology, and a promise all at once.

When you finally pulled away, Oscar smiled—really smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

"So," he said, his voice lighter now, "does this mean you don’t think it’s funny anymore?"

You laughed, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Not even a little bit."

[mydearesthrry]

sweet nothing - h.s.

a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!

🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.6k

summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.

“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 

“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 

“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 

“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 

A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 

“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 

“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 

“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 

“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 

“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 

“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 

“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 

“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 

“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 

“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 

A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 

Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 

“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 

Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 

“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 

She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 

Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 

They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 

“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 

They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 

Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 

“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 

She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 

“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 

“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 

“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 

“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 

[romanhughesy]

Aftertaste

quinn hughes x indie singer!fem reader

summary: quinn is dragged out to a show at a dive bar, and finds himself drawn to the lead singer...

wc: 5.3k

notes: ive seen a lot of nhl stars x pop girlie reader (a slay every time) but something about the idea of straight laced quinn x indie girl compels me..

As a professional hockey player, it was one of Quinn’s biggest gripes when people told him he only cared about hockey. Mainly because people always said it like it was a bad thing, something they were uncovering that Quinn didn’t know about himself. Something he should be ashamed of. But Quinn knew, and he wasn’t ashamed at all. Hockey was in his blood, inextricably linked with his real biggest priority. His family. Luckily, hockey and family had always gone hand in hand for Quinn. Even when hockey took him far away from everyone, even when people tried to pit him and his brothers against each other, it never strained their relationships. They all knew it was just the nature of the game. Reaching his dreams, being an impactful player, it took thick skin. All three Hughes boys had been raised with that knowledge. 

But, that didn’t mean things didn’t rattle him occasionally. Like now, sitting on a teammate’s couch, trying to savor what he thought would be a chill afternoon sprawling into a quiet evening. Until someone’s phone rang. Dakota Joshua’s girlfriend was on the line, trying to convince everyone to go out. Her friend was in a band playing that night, and ‘there was no cover, so everyone should come.’ Because a bunch of professional athletes worried about paying an entry fee. A couple guys said sure, a couple more said they had plans, and when it was more or less worked out who’d be going, a few of them turned to look at Quinn. He shook his head, not moving from his slumped lean against the back of the couch. He was tired. And comfortable. So he verbally answers, “I’m not a huge live music guy. But thanks for the invite.” 

He hadn’t expected his voice to carry through the phone, really just speaking to his teammate. But the girl on the other line must’ve heard, because she scoffed. “Is that Quinn?” her voice crackled through the speaker. “Figures. He couldn’t care less about anything that isn’t hockey!” 

Quinn could hear that she was joking, but it still stung. He didn’t even know this girl that well. Why was she looking down on him for prioritizing his job, that he was, frankly, great at? Joshua immediately came to his defense, shooting an apologetic look over his shoulder and saying, “Hey, Captain’s locked in. Can’t complain, especially with the way the season’s going.” 

The conversation shifted, and then ended altogether, but Quinn was lost in his thoughts until some of the guys who weren’t going to the bar stood up to leave. What would he do with his evening, if he did go home? Slump on his own couch, watch tape or other games on TV that evening, talk to his mom or Jack or Luke, if they were free? Those were all things he enjoyed, that brought him joy, but none of his excuses sounded good enough when the guys asked if he was sure he didn’t want to go. So, he lets himself be half-dragged into the bar, and if he’s nursing his beer on the edge of their crowded booth a bit grumpily, hopefully everyone will let it slide. The group of people was bigger than he’d anticipated for a free show at a pretty run down bar. Quinn’s not even sure this is technically a concert, as very few people are lingering anywhere near the stage, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the people tuning instruments up there. 

“So, wait, how do you even know this girl?” Quinn hears someone ask, and that brings his attention back to the situation at hand. Joshua’s girlfriend, clearly pleased to hold the attention of the table, smiles widely. 

“Oh, we went to university together! It’s been awhile since we’ve hung out, but she was always so talented. She never actually made her own music in school though, which I thought was strange. So when she mentioned joining a band, I just knew they’d be great!” 

Awesome. Quinn’s been dragged out to see an amateur musician who’s a former classmate of someone he barely knows. He might need a couple more beers to make it through this. 

“What kind of music do they play?” Someone else chimed in, apparently not as put off by the previous answer as Quinn was. 

“I’m not really sure. I think, like, indie rock? She mentioned they’d be doing a lot of covers, because they’ve just recently started playing together. She said they wanted to go ahead with gigging to work out what kind of sound they wanted for their own music, so cool!” 

Quinn was seriously impressed by this girl’s loyalty to her friend. He wouldn’t call himself a big indie rock fan, but there were way less palatable genres, so maybe he’d survive after all. He looked towards the stage, at the band tuning their instruments and checking mics, and turned back to the table with a question of his own. 

“Is she the brunette with the bass?” 

“Nope!” Joshua’s girlfriend answered, eyes bright. She obviously hadn’t expected Quinn to show any interest. “She’s not up on stage right now. But that white guitar they’re sound-checking right now is hers. I recognize it from her Instagram.” 

Quinn nodded, curiosity satisfied. Conor rose from the other side of the booth, clearly heading to the bar, so Quinn slid out too, maybe a bit overly eager to step away from the larger group. Lucky for him, they lingered by the bar even after getting their drinks, so Conor was either a mind reader, or just felt similarly. They made easy chatter, and Quinn felt some of the tension in his shoulders unwind. Before he’d even thought of rejoining their other teammates, the bar lights dimmed. Quinn hadn’t even realized it was possible to make the space any dimmer. Turning his gaze towards the stage, all the same people as before were settled with their respective instruments, leaving a gap in the middle of the stage. Quinn’s eyebrows raised. A few seconds later, the missing member quietly entered the stage, smiling bashfully. 

Quinn felt like he’d been hit over the head, and that was putting it mildly. Fiddling with an acoustic guitar, high points of her face getting kissed by a spotlight, the lead singer was maybe the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Hi, everyone. We don’t quite have a name, or much original music right now, but we’re gonna play some of our favorite songs for you guys tonight. Hope you enjoy.” Her voice was soft, tinged with nerves, but still warm. Quinn couldn’t look away as she adjusted her grip on her guitar one more time, and shared a glance with the bass player on her right. The band started playing, and Quinn’s breath was stolen. 

They were playing an older song Quinn vaguely recognized, quiet, soft rock. He hadn’t really ever considered someone’s singing honest before, but that’s how it felt. Clear, sincere. Just singing from the soul, like she would sound the exact same even if the room was completely empty. 

“You live your life, you go in shadows

You'll come apart and you'll go blind

Some kind of night into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there”

He stood, transfixed, until Conor elbowed his arm and tilted his head towards the booth. He looked like he had some taunts ready, but spared them as the men moved through the mostly quiet room. 

Back of his neck burning, Quinn slid back into the booth. Most of the group had gone to stand by the stage, bringing the amount of people at the table to a much more manageable amount. For Quinn’s social capabilities, at least. Not that he was paying much attention to anyone at the table, eyes glued to the middle of the stage. 

The band had launched into their second song, this one apparently not requiring the singer to also play guitar.  Quinn appreciated its absence, as it gave him an unobstructed view of her. She was in a sleeveless black mini dress and calf-high boots, which should’ve been little dressed up for the dingy bar. But, she pulled it off effortlessly, hair down and catching the light as she tossed in time with the music. Quinn certainly wouldn’t call himself an expert, but he wasn’t even sure if she was wearing makeup other than some lived-in eyeliner. She looked like a girl in a 90’s movie, effortless yet put together, all at once. It was intimidating, but something about her presence was also unmistakably warm and open. Quinn couldn’t look away from how she moved with a casual grace, the way her whole body seemed to respond to the song, guiding her voice. 

“I feel naked when you look my way

You can see it on my face

You're the only reason I came here

You're the only reason I stayed here

And I'm livin' on the aftertaste

Don’t you tell me it’s too late”

Dancing along to the music was obviously shaking off a lot of her nerves, but even far from the stage, he saw the singer’s cheeks flush as the crowd applauded at the end of the song. Cute. After saddling her acoustic guitar once again, the singer leaned into the microphone. 

“This next one is one of my favorite songs. Hope you guys like it.”

“During practice she’d say that about, like, six different songs. I just have to let everyone know.” The person sitting behind a keyboard chimed in, and the singer’s shocked laughter made Quinn feel lightly carbonated. Fizzy, reactive. What was wrong with him?

“I’ve got a big heart. Anyway!” 

She led the band into the next song, and they continued to play a few more, with minimal commentary. They weren’t playing anything Quinn was familiar with, but he didn’t really mind letting the music wash over him. The band were talented, and Quinn could see people around the room who clearly did know the songs enjoying themselves, further validating his assessment. At some point, Conor disappears, and brings back new drinks for the both of them, giving him that taunting look again. This time, he delivers. 

“You know, I thought you weren’t really a live music guy? Seem to be enjoying yourself plenty.”

“Oh, shut up.” 

“What? Just making small talk. Need me to be quiet so you can focus on the music? Maybe she’ll sign your forehead at the merch table later.” 

Quinn lets out a long-suffering sigh. There’s nothing he’d change about his life, really, but he sometimes dreams of a world where he’s a scary captain that people don’t make fun of for their own entertainment. That’d show them. He settles, instead, for making fun back, like any respectable adult with younger siblings. 

“Signed a lot of autographs lately? She could probably teach you how.” 

Conor lets out a shocked sound, but their back and forth is cut off by applause echoing through the bar. 

“Thank you!” The singer is once again guitar-less, nervously fiddling with her mic stand with dainty hands that Quinn’s eyes get stuck on. They must be tough, for how deftly she plays her guitar, but they look small. Quinn buries a half-formed thought of brushing against them, holding them in his own. He’s losing it. 

“We’re gonna do a few songs with some different vibes, if that’s okay with you guys. We’re still working on pinning down what style of music we really like making as a band, so we’d love to know what you think of these. This first one is called Starling, and it’s actually an original of mine.” 

Her cheeks flush at the scattered cheers through the room, and once the song starts, Quinn understands why. The song is raw, subdued instrumentation highlighting her voice. She sings most of it with her eyes shut, but not tightly. Not fearful. She’s swaying gently, and her voice soars through the dingy bar. 

“And she says we're the lucky ones

And you know why

To meet another is a miracle, let alone you and I

You and I, you and I”

The applause at the end of the song is noticeably louder than the songs before. Quinn claps, and Conor doesn’t even make fun of him, because he’s clapping too. The lead guitar player pats the singer on the back as she takes a swig of water and visibly tries to settle her nerves. 

“Okay, that was scary! Let’s have fun now.” 

The next song is folksy and upbeat, old-fashioned. It reminds Quinn of something his parents would listen to. The band really digs into it, the audience responding in turn, and Quinn feels weirdly connected to it all. It reminds him of being on the ice, a good shift where he feels like a live wire and can anticipate the moves of all of his linemates. Everything ramps up towards the end of the song, and it’s actually Conor who’s shoving Quinn out of the booth, towards their teammates closer to the stage.

“Seems like the last few songs are fun. Let's be social.” 

Quinn lets himself be dragged, like he has all night, folding into the group. A couple of the guys seem shocked to see them, Soucy throwing a “We thought you guys bailed!” over his shoulder. Quinn shrugs, but tries to fake-nonchalantly answer before Garland. Whatever Conor might say would do him no good. 

“Nah, just hanging back at the booth. Still tired from earlier.” 

“Nice. They’re doing a good job up there. Joshua’s girl is losing her mind.” 

Quinn is too, a little, but he refuses to say that out loud. Luckily, they’re interrupted. 

“Thanks for really getting into that last one. That’s one of my favorites.” One of the other band members snickers and starts to interrupt, Quinn sees their teasing smile from where he stands. The singer cuts them off, grinning widely and continuing her sentence,

“This is our second to last song. Laugh at me if you want, but it truly is my favorite song these days. Not one of my favorites, just my favorite. This is Juna by Clairo. Let’s dance!”

He’s never heard it before, much like the rest of the set, but this song is definitely his favorite, too. It’s still playful, but has a sensuality that’s completely out of left field. Taking the microphone from the stand, the singer slinks across the small open area of the stage. Her hips sway, free hand gesturing with the music, and she looks so good Quinn almost can’t bear it. She’s singing directly to the audience, confident and present in a way he hadn’t seen from her so far. And he’d definitely been paying more attention than he’d admit to anyone. 

“You know me, you know me

And I just might know you too, know you

Come to me ready”

Joshua’s girlfriend throws her hands up when the singer looks their way, and the singer looks down at her friend with a dazzling smile, sweeping her eyes over the rest of the group. Quinn has a weird instinct to avert his eyes, or run away, but he’s too late. The singer is looking at him. Quinn swears he sees her eyes widen, just a fraction, but the moment breaks, the rhythm moving her across the stage. He spends the rest of the song— and most of the following one— in a daze. He claps when everyone else claps, lets himself be moved like the crowd moves, but he’s mostly just drinking in the singer’s appearance. Her charm, her confidence, it’s magnetic. He’d be embarrassed, but he’s definitely not the only one looking. And that makes something smolder in him, stifling and warm. 

“Thank you all so much for being here. This was actually our first show all together as a band, so it’s been very special. Enjoy the rest of the evening!” 

The audience gives one last hardy round of applause, and the band don’t bother with theatrics, unceremoniously beginning to break down all their equipment. Quinn, as per usual, lets himself be led to the bar for another round, and then back to a table. Some of the girls in the group are chatting about how much they liked the set, how they’d love to see them again, but one comment in particular lands heavy on his brain. It’s Joshua’s girlfriend, pretending to be casual when she boasts,

“I told you guys Y/N was amazing! I texted her and told her she should come hang with us for a minute when they’re all packed up. I hope she has time.” 

Conor elbows him. The little shit. Quinn gives him a withering look, but he knows at least one of the other guys had to have noticed the interaction. 

“Oh?” Dakota raises an eyebrow at him. “Interested in meeting Y/N? Didn’t really think you cared for live music, Cap. Had to drag you into the bar and all.”

Quinn visualizes the alternate universe where he’s intimidating his teammates, and decides to play dumb in real life. 

“Who? The only reason I haven’t left is because Garland keeps buying me drinks.” 

Joshua doesn’t quite buy it. 

“That’s nice of him. Means you have room for a couple drinks for Y/N on your tab, then. She was the lead singer. Seemed like you were keeping an eye on her.”

“You know, not a huge live music guy, myself, but I’ve heard when people are onstage you’re supposed to pay attention to them.” Quinn chirps, perhaps belatedly realizing getting defensive about the girl would only make things worse. The guys laugh, and the conversation moves on, so he must’ve said just enough to be let off the hook. 

Quinn lets his thoughts wander, rather than taking part in the mindless chatter. He really is tired. Everyone will tease him for leaving, but he’s been more than a good sport. He’s absolutely far surpassed his “not hockey” quota for the day. Just as he decides on getting up and telling everyone goodbye, other people around the table are standing, and some of the girls are fussing. Did someone else decide to leave before him? Even better, he can just tack onto someone else’s goodbye, slip out with even less attention on him. He gets out of his chair and realizes he’s fallen into a trap of sorts. 

In the middle of all the commotion is Dakota Joshua’s girlfriend, bragging about her friend while wrapping her in a tight hug. The lead singer. She’s clearly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, but gives the group a genuine smile. 

“This is my boyfriend, Dakota, and these are a bunch of his teammates!” She rattles off their names, as if the singer will remember them, and Quinn feels something inside him ignite when he locks eyes with the girl again. 

“Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for coming out! So glad I didn’t realize who you all were until now. I would’ve freaked out.” The singer’s smile turns shy, and Quinn sees a couple of the guys almost visibly puff up their chests, enjoying the recognition. He is too, sure, but he hopes it’s not too obvious. 

“Big Canucks fan?” Joshua asks while slinging an arm around his girlfriend, pulling her closer. 

“Born and raised. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love a picture to send to my parents. They’re gonna lose their minds.” 

Dakota’s girlfriend is already whipping out her phone before the singer can finish her sentence, gathering everyone into the frame. Conor, ever the meddler, shoves Quinn towards the center, and he ends up right next to the girl he’s been admiring all evening. He breathes in her clean, citrusy perfume, and isn’t sure he remembers to smile for the picture, dazed. Joshua’s girlfriend looks through the photos and seems pleased, so Quinn must look normal enough.

“They came out so cute! Y/N, do you have a favorite player? If he’s here let’s get a picture of just you two!”

The singer, Y/N, he mentally corrects, stammers out an excuse, but she seems to quickly learn the lesson Quinn learned in his earliest days in the sport. Give hockey players an obvious weak point, and they’ll exploit it, on or off the ice. A few of the guys tease, lightheartedly, but still pressing for an answer. 

“Um… it’s 43. Hughes…” She’s avoiding his eye, and the guys are going wild, but Quinn hardly notices. He’s floating, mentally thanking every extra rep in the gym, every early practice, even his parents for loving the sport so much they passed it onto him. Quinn can’t help his small smirk as Joshua’s girlfriend gestures for Y/N to hand her phone over, opening the camera and telling them to get together and pose. 

Quinn takes a step closer, hovering his arm around her waist, until he finally catches Y/N’s eye. He tilts his head, wordlessly questioning. She nods and wraps her own arm behind his back, so he lets his hand settle. It’s not hard to smile for the picture when he’s pressed against her side. His guys are jeering, but he pays them no mind as Y/N is handed back her phone. Now or never, probably, Quinn thinks to himself. So he dives. 

“D’you mind sending those to me?” He asks, trying to keep his voice low amongst all the chaos of the group. He doesn’t exactly want commentary as he’s trying to shoot his shot. 

Y/N blinks up at him, and he finds her visible confusion endearing. 

“You want me to send you the pictures of us together?”

Quinn just nods. She blinks some more, brow furrowed. 

“Yeah, sure, I can. Why?” 

Quinn wishes he had some witty or charming response, but there’s something about her straightforwardness that disarms him. She doesn’t seem to realize how interested Quinn is, for better or for worse. 

“Well,” He rubs the back of his neck, “It was the most casual way I could think of to ask for your number.” 

At that, Y/N’s eyes widen, but she also smiles in a coy way that makes Quinn think he might be in over his head. 

“Oh! Well, in that case, I’d be more than happy to send you those pictures.” She hands Quinn her phone, already open to a new contact, and he takes it from her outstretched hand.

“You guys did great up there, by the way. Especially for a first show. I never would’ve guessed.”

Y/N gives him that warm, happy smile, and he melts. 

“Thank you! I haven’t performed in front of a crowd since middle school choir, so I’m honestly just proud I made it through the set at all.”

Quinn, once again, is floored. Sure, she seemed anxious at first, but he still gets visibly nervous before stepping on the ice all these years later. The idea of doing something for the very first time with so much grace makes him jealous, in a weird way. He doesn’t know how to express all that to a stranger, so he doesn’t. 

“Really? You looked at home up there.”

Y/N’s gaze softens a bit, something that wasn’t quite shyness— maybe vulnerability— creeping in. 

“That means a lot. It’s something I’ve always dreamed about, always craved. But I was too scared until really recently.”

“That’s really brave.” he responds, thrilled by her flushed cheeks and bashful smile.

“That’s funny,” Y/N says, taking a step closer, holding steady eye contact now, “I find it really brave to hold onto your childhood dreams. I never had that strength.”

Now Quinn is the one flushing. Of course, plenty of people praise his hard work, but many also say his success was handed to him. He’d never deny his good fortune; his amazing parents were certainly the foundation and entry point for his dream. But, he couldn’t have gotten to this point if it was just his parents’ dream for him. He held firm through a lot of exhaustion, pain, and uncertainty. Someone else acknowledging that makes all of the old feelings almost tangible. It’s an uncomfortable sensation for Quinn, one he doesn’t like to linger on.

“It takes a village.” He answers, trying to sound at ease. Y/N laughs.

“How diplomatic! I forget you guys get media trained.”

At that, Quinn laughs, too. He’s fascinated by the discerning sharpness that almost underscores the warmth and openness the girl projects. As if, somehow, she’s looking right through him, but she likes what she sees. He wants to see more of her, in turn. 

“You’ll need some of that too, soon enough. I bet the band’s gonna get big.”

“Let me get used to playing in dive bars first, even just thinking about anything bigger is going to give me a panic attack for the foreseeable future.”

“You don’t wanna come sing the anthem at a game?” Quinn can’t help but tease, rewarded by Y/N’s eyes going wide. 

“That honestly makes my knees weak. Do you ever get used to playing in front of all those people?”

Quinn tilts his head, considering his answer. He doesn’t want to sound full of himself, but he wants to be honest. 

“A lot of times, I’m not really thinking about the audience. I’m just focused on the ice. But, when the crowd gets really worked up, it can definitely impact the game.”

Y/N nods, brow furrowed as she thinks over his answer. 

“For better or for worse? Depends on where you are?”

“Yeah,” Quinn answers with a smile, but it’s tight around the edges. “Some places can be fun to play but not exactly welcoming.”

“That’s so interesting. I never thought about how much of the game is mental. No wonder you guys try to be so even-tempered in interviews and stuff.”

Quinn’s lips lift into a smirk. 

“You watch a lot of my interviews?”

Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes, but he sees her cheeks darken a bit.

“Oh, hush. I mean, like, whoever gets star of the game or whatever. Always giving generic answers.” 

She’s certainly not wrong. Quinn wants to keep talking, but the bass player of the band steps into the conversation, with an impish smile and hand on Y/N’s shoulder. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N, do you still want a ride? I’m about to head out.”

“Yes, please.” Y/N replies, and if Quinn wants to believe there’s a bit of reluctance in her tone, he will. She turns back to him with an apologetic smile that certainly helps his interpretation. “It was really nice meeting all of you guys. Thanks again for coming out. We’ll absolutely be bragging at every show about how the Canucks were at our very first gig.” 

“Of course,” Quinn replies. “We’ll have to get you guys out to a game soon.”

“A cultural exchange, of sorts.” The bassist chimes in with a laugh. Y/N shakes her head, but Quinn laughs along.

“Exactly! See you guys around.”

If he watches the two girls walk away, heart thudding when Y/N looks over her shoulder to wave goodbye, that’s between him… and Conor, who scurried over the second the musicians walked away to clap a hand on Quinn’s shoulder and shout something that sounded vaguely like “Attaboy!”. He must’ve had a few more rounds after the show ended. 

—

A few days later, Quinn’s just getting home from an early morning practice when his phone buzzes. He mindlessly opens the notification, not realizing it was a text from an unsaved number until he’s staring at pictures of him and Y/N, with a caption that makes the corner of his lips raise. He saves the contact, and pretends he’s not looking at the photos some more. 

From: Y/N 🎤

so… when’s the next game? :)

To: Y/N 🎤

Coincidentally, tomorrow. You guys free?

Quinn busies himself with preparing lunch, refusing to sit idle by his phone, as much as he wants to. When he sits down with his food a while later, he allows himself a glance at his messages, as a reward for his restraint. 

we don’t have to do the anthem, right?

Not this time. Just show up and have fun. As long as we get some tickets to the next gig, of course

well then… i’d love to! 

everyone else says they already have plans :(

Quinn takes a deep, calming breath, trying to summon up some courage. He thinks of Y/N, wide eyed and beautiful, calling him brave, but the image actually makes him more nervous. He shoots off a text anyway, before he can overthink it too much. 

Tough crowd. But you still wanna go? We could grab dinner or drinks after

He does a few laps around his apartment, wearing down his rug a bit more, before his phone buzzes. Quinn’s not proud of how quickly he dives back onto the couch, but at least no one is around to see. 

i was hoping you’d say that :) 

see you then!

Well, that settles that. Quinn does a few more nervous laps, suddenly feeling keyed up despite very recently finishing a grueling practice. He’s trying to mentally settle himself before he does something dumb, like tear through his closet and stare at every game day suit he has and decide he hates them all. But, he’s not quite sure where to put all the nervous energy he has. He forces himself to sit back down, thumbs moving across his phone screen. 

Need any gear? I can have someone bring you some

He doesn’t want to name the feeling that compelled him to ask. But it grows when, a few minutes later, Y/N answers. It’s another picture, but not from the other night. A mirror selfie. She’s in leggings and a Canucks jersey, facing forward but twisted just enough for Quinn to read the backwards 43 on her arm. His stomach soars, or free falls, he’s not quite sure which.

[image]

born and raised fan, remember? my parents would disown me if i showed up to a game without a jersey

He decides to play it cool, trying to slow his heart rate by joking around.  

Looks good, outdated though. Gotta get a C patch

Y/N’s response is quick, like she’d been waiting around for his reaction. Quinn tries not to think about it too hard, tries not to put too much stake into all of these little signs that a girl like Y/N is interested in him. 

🙄 not all of us have an equipment team

I’ll take care of it. See you tomorrow, Y/N

see yaaaaaa

good luck! 🍀

Quinn swears he moves through the rest of his day like normal. He goes through the motions, and he tries to pay as little attention as possible to his wandering thoughts. He’s used to fixating on hockey, trying to predict how games will go. Forecasting what will go right, and, maybe more importantly, what will go wrong. He’s built his career off of his attention to detail, his extra effort. It’s easy, and comfortable, to prepare for games with his team. As the hours go by, inching ever closer to puck drop, he can’t deny his excitement. For the opportunity to keep playing the game he loves, with his guys, for their fans. And maybe, just maybe, he also pictures Y/N, swathed in one of his jerseys with red cheeks from the cold of the rink, wearing that bright smile. He thinks about taking her on a date after the game, and how badly he wants to impress her, like she impressed him with her music. Thank goodness, he’s been working all his life to rise to the occasion when he’s out on the ice.

--

hiding a playlist/song recs in this fic bc i love u all.. songs directly referenced are fade into you by mazzy star, aftertaste by katie gavin (title inspo!), and juna by clairo! the "original song" is actually starling by sarah kinsley, and her music is GORGEOUS i highly recommend if you like indie singer/songwriter vibes.

some other artists i'd recommend you listen to ~for the vibes~:

phoebe bridgers, boygenius, mitski, fiona apple, and the newest beabadoobee album was super inspirational for this!!

if u made it this far you should send me a song rec of your own hehe

[countrymusiclover]

7 - Not So Peaceful Afternoon

Part 8

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. He’s my brother and you’re my best friend who hasn’t met you in the entire time we’ve been friends.” Will had been trying to convince me to go meet his brother for the past few weeks after the ED shooting.

I had been living in his apartment and been keeping my most important valuables from my apartment even though I would still go back and forth to take showers and get new clothes. But in all honesty the whole situation hadn’t been as bad as I figured it would be. I didn’t want to feel like I was invading his personal space.

Currently there was a thunderstorm going on outside of apartment building. Maxon was laying beside me on the couch and Will was sitting up on the other side of me. “Will, I know you want me to meet him and I do want to meet him. But I feel like he’s going to take our current relationship the wrong way.”

“I mean he’s my brother and he’s always joked with me about different things. But if you’re worried about what he will think of you then I can say you shouldn’t be. From where I stand you’re amazing in my eyes.” Will sat down one of his favorite Irish author books he was reading shifting his body to slightly face me.

I lightly blushed turning my head away from his gaze. “Will, stop it.”

“You’d rather I lie?” He asked me.

I shake my head no correcting him. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then tell me how you really feel.” He pressed on with those puppy dog eyes he could give me and I’d cave in a matter of seconds.

I run my fingers through my hair feeling myself getting embarrassed since we don’t really have conversations like this with each other. “I don’t know what to feel. I haven’t exactly ever talked about having a serious relationship with someone. I just don’t want to embarrass myself when I might not have an answer back or be able to correct him without getting embarrassed.”

“If you’re worried about making a good first impression, don’t be.” Will scooted closer to me on the couch raising his hand and brushing some fallen hair out of my face. “I’ll be there and just pretend that you’re talking to me.”

My eyes fixated onto his that hadn’t moved away from mine the second he said the world to me. “Will.” I mumbled lightly under my breath.

I knew that if Raegan could see our current position right now she would say for us to just kiss right. It was something I had got myself wishing for a time or two but I’d never be so reckless or brave to make the first move. “Mallory – ah crap sorry I should take this.” I swore he was about to lean in and maybe kiss me until his phone suddenly started ringing.

Will got up from the couch going into his bedroom to take the phone call and be the considerate roommate he has been. My phone vibrates next to me where I had to answer it seeing my other best friends name pop up on the screen. “Hey Raegan, what’s new with you?”

“What’s new with me. Absolutely nothing. Now let’s switch the subject to the person who’s moved in with her very attractive ED doctor who she has been living with for the past couple of months.” She instantly turned the call into a video one.

Covering my face with my hand I threw my head back on the couch. “Rae, are we really going to talk about this again?”

“It’s the only thing interesting of our lives. So yes. Now spill I’m begging you.” She gave me the puppy dog eyes on the video call.

I sat up with Maxon coming to snuggle up into my lap. “Look I’ll just come over to your apartment and explain everything that is really going on between us rather than tell you over the phone.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Raegan hung up the phone.

The bedroom door cracked open for me to see Will coming back into the room. “Hey Mal, I’ve got to go to the ED. We’ve got multiple so I’ve got to leave you for a few hours.”

“Don’t worry, Will. I’m going to hang with Raegan for a little while anyway. How does some deep dish pizza sound for dinner.”

He shrugged his jacket and grabbed his keys before we made our way into the hallway and walked down the stairs since the elevator was currently getting maintenance on for the afternoon. “You know how I love that pizza. I’ll never turn it down.” Will held the door open for me and Maxon walked ahead of us.

“Get in and I’ll drive you two.” Will reached his car where we all got into the car driving to her apartment building.

Getting out of his car I waved bye to him heading up the stairs outside the building. “I’ll come home with pizza, promise.” I held up my pinky and he looped his with mine before letting me leave.

Maxon made his way down the second floor hallway that she lived on sniffing the carpet until he lifted his head up and bolted past her door to the door at the end of the happy. He began scratching it with his paws so I went to see what he had found. “Find something, boy. We can ask Rae about it. Come on let’s go – woah Maxon!” I tugged on his dog collar and he snapped his head back going back to trying to get through the door.

“Hey there you guys are. I was being to get worried.” My friend popped her head outside of her door a few doors down the hall.

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder asking her. “Sorry. Maxon thinks he’s found something. Do you know who lives here?”

“Wish I could say yes. But no I only know whoever it is keeps to themselves like all the time. I’ll see if I can get them to answer.” She came to us and started knocking on the door getting no response. “Hey! Is anyone in there?”

Sniffing the air lightly I swore I was smelling smoke coming out of that apartment room. “I’m calling 911.” Drawing out my phone I dialed the number hearing an operating machine.

“911, what is your emergency?”

I explained to the operator hearing a scream come from the hall. “I can smell smoke in a locked up apartment room in the Royal Eastwood apartment complex – get help here immediately.”

Spinning around on my feet I saw the apartment door and Raegan went to step inside before a sudden explosion went off and launched her into the wall. Maxon began barking and leaped inside the room hearing a baby crying. “Help is on the way.” The phone operator informed me.

“Rae, hey look at me.” I bent down to my friend who was barely keeping her eyes opened. I scanned over her body seeing that she was bleeding from her lower stomach. “I need you to put pressure on the wound okay. Help is coming.”

She gulped doing her best of what I said before I got to my feet leaving her. “Go find Maxon – uh.”

Slowly walking into the room I wished I had grabbed my gun from Will’s safe before I left so I had it in this moment. “Maxon!” I called his name with my hands up to my mouth not seeing him in the living room.

Entering the small kitchen area I finally found my dog by the nearest window and he was laid down in front of a crying baby. Bending down on a knee I picked the infant uo in my arms seeing another body laying a few feet from us who was a guy who must have been the father. Yet now he looked to be dead from the gash coming down his chest with blood caused by the explosion. “What do you think caused this explosion , boy?’ He got up from the carpet floor heading over to a stove top showing me a pack of cigarettes and I could smell some gas still inside the stove.

“We’ve gotta get out of here.” I told him seeing some smoke building up in the burner and a tiny flame forming. Maxon barked and we ran out of the room with flames blowing up behind us causing our bodies to both collapse onto the floor.

Lifting my head up I saw the baby was still in my arms thankfully and began crying loudly. “I hear a baby crying in this room!” A male voice met my ears before I saw a guy covered in firefighter gear coming over to me and another behind him.

“I’ve got a baby and my dog should be beside me.” I coughed out a response seeing some black smoke slowly filling the air making it hard to breathe.

The other firefighter spoke helping me up to stand where I nearly stumbled. “Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll find your dog.” We went into the hallway and I saw where Raegan was now only had some blood but she must have already been taken outside.

The firefighter opened thr window in the hallway and one of his teammates handed him two harness sets. “Give me the baby then I’ll come back and take uou down.”

“No. It - we don’t have enough time before another explosion goes off again.” I cut in eyeing the harness he had in his hands until I yanked one of them from his hands.

He went to interrupt. “Ma’am, you can’t do down by yourself-“

“Make sure your partner gets my dog out. He is the most important thing to me.” I snapped back wrapping the first rope around my waist and then the two over my shoulders and connecting them together in the middle of my chest. “I am a retired Army veteran so show me some respect. Now help me get set up to go down last or I’ll figure it out myself.”

He nodded climbing through the window with the baby and clipping my clip on the rope then sliding down to the trucks and ground. The other guy came in shortly with Maxon in his arms. I couldn’t see his tail wagging and he had some ash sticking into his fur so he was clearly not in good shape. “We found him, ma’am.”

“Take him down immediately. I’ll follow afterwards.” The first guy that found us in the room didn’t fight against me. He hooked himself up and slides down the rope. I sit down on the window sill placing my hook on the rope line before I gripped the rope with the gloves they had given me to put on so I didn’t burn my hands. Climbing fully outside I didn’t dare look at the ground and just counted to three before jumping. “One – two – three ahhh!”

While I was sliding down the rope line the building window suddenly had another explosion going off behind me. A blonde woman ran towards me catching my body against her chest and unclipped the straps from around my body. “Are you hurt anywhere?” She asked me.

“No. I’m okay, I just need to know if my friend and dog are going to make it.” I responded to her.

She leads me by the arm towards the ambulance and she helped me inside where I saw Reagan passed out on the bed hooked up to some liquids. “Casey, bring over the dog!” She called before a firefighter with blonde hair and blue eyes came over to us carrying Maxon in his hands.

“He should be fine once he gets rest and some fluid in him. Nothing seems to be broken or bruised on him.” The firefighter laid Maxon down in my lap. “He’s a brave dog.”

“And you are probably one of the most reckless people I have ever met. What you did took guts that you clearly have. If I ever see something come up I might find you. What’s your name?” Her blue eyes focused on mine while she smiled. “I’m Sylvie Brett. Brett with two T’s. Nice to meet you.”

“Mallory, Mallory Easton. Me and my dog Maxon are retired Army veterans.” I asked seeing she was about to close the ambulance door and got inside the back with the three of us. “Could you do me a favor and take us to Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. I know one of the doctors there.”

She nodded checking on my friend. “Thank you for your service. Both of you.” The ambulance began driving off to the hospital.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tonowarii]

Hi! Can i ask a fic for tsireya? 😭 I read all of them and I need more. Where reader accidentally ignores tsireya and continues to hang out with their other friend, tsireya gets jealous and ignores reader and reader gets all sad and confused on why tsireya's ignoring them and more fluff

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likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are most welcome and appreciated! let me know your thoughts!

Clueless

tsireya x gn! metkayina! reader

wc: 1.6k

warning/s: angsty, swearing, reader ignoring tsireya, sad tsireya, hurt/comfort, fluff

gif is mine! (i want to give her a hug aaa look at her :<)

As the all-famous saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

But as for Tsireya, your own curiosity was beginning to be her own kryptonite.

The Sully’s arriving was both a blessing and a curse. At first Tsireya had welcomed them with open arms, so did you. Unlike his brother and his friends.

However, in the following weeks they had stayed, you and Tsireya were interacting less.

You were always with the Sully’s, always asking them about the life in the forest and such. Tsireya could admit that she had the same curiosity, however, they were beginning to get closer to you.

Tsireya was starting to not like it at all.

Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely is kind and respectful, but when her significant other’s attention was beginning to be a contest, well…

She’s bound to get jealous.

How could she not? The times where she’d make plans for the both of you, you either end up having your schedule suddenly full, or it was one of them asking you to go with them.

Nonetheless, a sad kind of jealousy settled within her, thinking back to your last interaction, exactly just a few minutes ago.

“(Y/N)... wait up!” Tsireya said, running over to you as you turned to the sound of her voice.

“Reya, hey!” You greeted her by grabbing her hand and kissing the back of her hand, something you had taken a liking to do.

Tsireya’s cheeks turned a shade darker but she smiles. “I thought we were supposed to hang out today?”

She then saw your face contort into realization, but before you could speak, Tsireya from the corner of her eye, could spot Tuktirey.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go they’re going to leave us!”

Tsireya then watched as you turned your head towards Tuk, then back at her, with a new look on your face.

Apologetic.

“Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak wanted me to teach them a few tricks on their ilus and I had already promised them,” You began, frowning when you saw Tsireya do the same. The smile on her face long gone.

“But you could come! Come on, it’ll be fun.” You tried cheering her up, holding her hands.

Tsireya puts on a fake smile, although on the inside she felt like her heart was being squeezed out. She missed hanging out with you and you only. No one else. But it seems like she was the only one with that feeling.

With a fake smile on her face, she shakes her head, slowly pulling away from your grasp.

“That reminds me, mother just asked for me earlier, I should go check on her… but you guys have fun!”

And the worst part is, you didn’t even question her.

You nodded in understanding, a genuine smile on your face that Tsireya just wanted to erase right now.

“Ahh, okay then, but tell your mother I said hi—"

 You got cut off by Tuk calling out for you again. You laugh and look at Tsireya.

“We’ve got to go, but I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.” You said goodbye with a quick kiss to her cheek, smiling at her before you were turning around and catching up with them.

Tsireya stood there, watching your retreating form, her lip almost quivering as she hid her true emotion.

Now a few days had passed and it seemed like you had completely forgotten about her at all.

If you didn’t miss her, then why should she?

Then Tsireya had come up with a plan, even if this plan hurt, it would slowly but surely have you coming back to her in no time.

Going back to you, you had hung out with the Sully’s more often, trying to teach them other stuff that wasn’t taught by Rotxo or Aonung before.

However, there was a point in time when you had begun to wonder where was Tsireya.

You had begun to also miss her presence, you did your tasks daily, but this time the only difference was- there was no Tsireya in sight to talk to you, or even just to keep you company.

You tried to look everywhere you can when you had your free time, but it looks like she doesn’t want to be found.

Then the amount of longing you have to see your mate only surfaced further as you asked around the people, but they would only give vague answers.

“I’m pretty sure she was just right there”

“I saw her walking not to long ago over there”

“She just passed by, haven’t you seen?”

Then a desolate feeling began to settle in your veins. Where could she be? Was she ignoring you?

With those questions planted in your head, you slowly lessened the time you’ve spent hanging out with the Sully’s and had spent more time on finding Tsireya, it was unusual.

Usually, she’d just be right by your side, clinging onto your arm and rambling on about your day.

Now you were just walking alone, hoping to be given a sign on where your significant other could be.

Of course, the Sully’s had also began to get curious as to why you were going around looking like a lost viperwolf pup, but they had understood once you had explained why.

“Ooh, that sucks.” Lo’ak said, earning him a smack on the arm from Kiri. Neteyam shakes his head at Lo’ak’s comment.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N), I hope you can make it up with Tsireya.” Kiri said, offering a sympathetic smile.

“If you need some backup, we’re glad to help.” Neteyam said.

“Don’t worry guys, I can handle this.” You smiled at them.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you had spotted a similar figure of a certain Metkayina round the corner, holding a basket.

Wasting no time, your walk had turn into a jog in order to catch up to the figure.

“Reya!” You called out, you watch as the Metkayina pause in their steps, spotting their ears flicking to the sound of your voice, before they walked again, this time turning into a speed walk.

You huff, relieved at the same time not so as she ignored you.

“Tsireya, hey, wait up!” You then caught up to her, placing your hand on her shoulder to halt her movements.

You waited for her to turn around, and she did.

What you expected was for her to greet you with an amicable expression, however, it was the complete opposite.

Her face had been scrunched, a frown much evident on her mouth as her eyebrows were almost stuck together as she looked at you with a hint of sadness and angry frustration.

You doubled back, having unseen this expression on her face for a while. You gave a light squeeze on her shoulder.

“Reya… what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Did someone hurt you?”

Tsireya could almost feel an exasperated laugh leave from her lips, but she had prevented it.

She shrugged off your touch even if she didn’t want to.

“You’ve… I’ve been trying to find you for days… even weeks now, Reya, what’s wrong?”

“Really? Now you come to me when you have been doing the exact same thing, (Y/N). I can’t believe you, why don’t you go back to the Sully’s.” Tsireya snapped. As much as she’d like to stay and finally talk things through, she found herself walking away, with tears building up in her eyes that she was quick to wipe with her free hand.

She hadn’t expected her plan to backfire on her emotions.

You felt a sting in your heart once you’ve realized what you’ve done.

You completely blasted her off without thinking, ignoring her just to spend time with your friends.

Fuck.

Frowning, your ears picked up a sob coming from her retreating form, making the feeling of guilt hook into your heart even deeper.

By the time you’ve realized what you were doing, you were grabbing her hand and making her face you.

“I’m sorry, Tsireya. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner- Please, let me make it up to you, okay?”

You spoke, the basket being discarded on the floor as you held both her hands now.

Tsireya was relieved you had acknowledged your mistake and promised to do better, that was enough, but she was still observant.

“You promise? I don’t want you leaving me hanging again… you have to know that hurts.”

You squeezed her hands, nodding, understanding that you have caused her pain and she was just letting you feel the same thing she did. You cannot blame her.

“I promise, Reya, all right? I won’t ditch you again, promise. I’m sorry for hurting you.” You spoke softly.

The edges of Tsireya’s mouth turned upwards into a small smile, making your heart warm at the sight as she slowly nods. “I trust you.”

“Come here.” You said, raising your hand to cup her cheek, pulling her close and nuzzling your nose against hers and leaving a peck on her lips. She then suddenly turns a shade darker, flustered. Her frustration obliterated by your simple affection.

Seeing Tsireya with an even wider smile on her face makes you mirror her expression, then your eyes had caught on the thrown basket on the ground.

“Oh shit, sorry.” You spoke, bending down to grab the basket sheepishly.

Tsireya eyed you while you held the basket, and she already knew how you were going to pay her back.

Her genuine smile turned into a teasing one as she tilts her head. “I guess I’ve found my helper for today…”

You looked up at her, a dumbfounded smile on your face as you let out a small ‘huh?’

Tsireya makes a quick glance to you and the basket in hand, leading you to connect the dots.

You laugh, holding the basket high and standing straight, causing Tsireya to laugh that sounded heavenly in your ears, perking up.

“In that case; where to, ma’am?”

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

The first 5 are on Tumblr 🎊🎊🎊

Guess who just reached chapter 15 in her fanfic and so gets to post some of it here.

This girl

Also, if you use Wattpad, it is there now

It's Death or Victory - Cresent 🌙⭐☀ Solace - Wattpad

Previous chapters posted here

Intro (Will make a playlist for just the fanfic in the future)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (Also an essay I wrote for school awhile ago)

Now for Chapters 4 and 5 of It's Death or Victory because they short

Chapter 4: Enchanted

Summary:

Quinn is loving it at CHB, but how long will the good times last? Warning: This had to be written in the present tense (sort of) for the sake of the chapter, a similar warning may appear in later chapters (6 months have passed, Cresent and Quinn are friends, and this is mostly just a filler before we get to the angst)

Notes:

I just got free time to write this, and then writer's block hits. I know what I want, but I need to switch these 2 because I need it won't make progress otherwise. WHY ME, UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Songs are Enchanted and Style

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Living at CHB is amazing, there is so much to do and hanging out with Cresent is amazing. She’s so cool and pretty, and creative and I could just go on for hours but we have plans, so I should get on with this.

I got her a really cool gift for her birthday in a few weeks, it’s a dagger that can grow into a sword if she every needs one. It had a black leather handle with purple stars a painted myself. I also got her a matching purple seethe with darker crescent moons on it. I hope she likes it, because I now owe cabin 9 a lot of candy and wins at capture-the-flag, worth it though.

There something else I’m planning on telling her on her birthday, but I’m not sure how she will react. It’s so hard for me to keep this a secret from her, but I was still getting over the fact for myself, and what it could mean for our relationship. Will she look at me differently, maybe. But she’s my best friend and my crush, so I have to tell her at some point, might as well make it a good day.

We have archery together now, so I better go before she scares the heck out of me with her shadow travel, then asks me for a Kit Kat, cause she always craves them afterwards.

(Cresent steps of the shadows)

“Boo, Kit Kat” What did I tell you,

“Hey Cres” I obviously had a Kit Kat for her ready

“Hi”

“Ready for training” She was holding a CHB-made bow

“Ready for me to beat you” She always beat me, but that’s only cause I let her.

“Never” If only she knew.

Have to go now, more later.

Chapter 5: 100 Bad Days (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

Cresent is not Ok, and it may have caused her to make a few bad decisions.

Notes:

I hope this chapter causes as much pain as I felt when I wrote this. It was so hard and PAINFUL, I still recommend it though. This chapter is based on the songs Not OK and 100 Bad Days

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

This week has been, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If one more person, especially an Aphrodite kid, asks me for a jewel in arts and crafts. I’m sending this camp to Asphodel and the Aphrodite cabin to the field of punishment.

I don’t mean to be rude and I love the attention, believe me, but I have been so busy lately, with everyone asking for something to do with my powers. Summer is so hard, there are new campers and the ones that went to school came to be safe. It’s so crowded and loud, and Quinn is getting all this new attention from the other campers.

We haven’t hung out in weeks cause he’s always with cabin 9 and we’ve wasted so much time that we could have used to hang out. I usually have archery with him, so we just meet up there or I go and get him from his cabin. I try to act like it doesn’t I’m not bothered that we don’t hang out, but it’s tearing me apart.

Ok, this is officially the worst week possible in the history of worst weeks possible, and it’s all because of Quinn. I would like, no love to say it was something completely different, like a bunch of the younger kids wanted me to perform a shadow puppet show, and I just couldn’t say no. Or something in that category, but of course the fates hate me.

I was walking to the dining pavilion all by myself, as usual, I sat at my table and waited for Quinn to arrive. We didn’t sit together but our tables were close, so we could still talk. Quinn came and sat in his usual spot, but there was a tiny problem. He looked very nervous, which is typical for him, but it wasn’t his “surrounded by people and I’m not comfortable” look. It was one I had never seen before, and I didn’t like it.

“Hello, campers. Hope you all had a great day, of bashing heads and doing whatever other things so children do” Mr. D said, The Ares cabin, whoops, knowing full well what was coming next. “After dinner, we will all get ready for capture the flag, This week’s teams are on the bulletin board outside for those who forgot already. In other news, a new quest has been given to none other than Quinn Victory” “What, you got a QUEST and didn’t bother to tell me” I could have possibly yelled this out loud to the entire pavilion and also got up in a not-so-silent rage. Quinn tried to pull me down, and I decided to give him a chance since he was my friend.

“I was going to tell you once I understood what it was asking for.” “Ya, likely story” “When are u leaving” It seemed like a good question at the time “Tomorrow morning” He sounded nervous, he was right to be nervous. “You mean you were going to go on a quest, most likely without me, then magically message me from whatever state you are in” Was I being unreasonable, not if I just found out that my best friend was going to be on a quest, and I wouldn’t have known until he somehow contacted me from wherever he was. “I mean, iris-messaging is a thing” “Wow, this guy” “You know very well what my point there was” I was NOT ok.

“I’m sure whatever my quest entails, I will be doing it with you.” “I hope so” He gave me a smug look, the audacity “So, I’m part of your quest group?” That also seemed like a good question. “Not exactly, I haven’t made it yet” He mumbled the last part. “What do you mean you haven’t made it yet? You’re going tomorrow!” “Well, I’m supposed to choose after capture the flag” That, made me snap.

“We aren’t even on the same teams for that, we never hang out anymore, and you’re always busy.” “Cres, wait…” I wasn’t waiting anymore. ”I tried to give you space, but I’m getting sick of this, I am NOT getting left behind. You know what, don’t put me on that list of people to go on a quest with. I, no we, need a break. Cause clearly only one of us can bother to tell the other before leaving” I was tired of this week, of camp, and most importantly, I was tired of Quinn.

I didn’t bother to listen to what he said as I left, I wasn’t even hungry anymore. I knew I was probably going to see him at Capture the Flag (which was sadly a must to go to) unless he was going to be scouting people for his stupid quest instead. Of course, his quest was more important than me, and I know that sounds unfair, but I just broke up with my best friend, so don’t start with me. I just wanted to go home, but I probably wasn’t wanted there either because I am always put last on everything. I just wanted to lock myself up in my cabin and cry, but I had to put on a brave face, cause I sensed that something else was about to happen.

Love you, and stay amazing

COOKIES 🍪🍪🍪

[lykaios2]

By Your Side Always

random yandere(?) raph x reader?? my brain materialized motivation out of nowhere and I simply acted upon it

note: I do not endorse yandere activity

my first instinct was to write this with a bad ending but I couldn't figure one out immediately but lmk if I should

cw: light yandere actions, very light lying/emotional manipulation (woah crazy)

word count: 921

Raph had been acting weird lately. Before, he always seemed like such a kind and caring individual. Now, he seemed a little…too caring? One thing that made you love him was his ability to let people be individuals. But ever since you gave in and confessed your feelings to him, he seemed to treat you as the most precious thing in the world. He felt the overwhelming need to protect you from anything that could harm you.

“Raph, I’m heading back to my apartment. Love you.”

“Oh, already? Let me walk you back.”

“It’s not that far, silly. And you probably have other things to do, anyway.”

“What responsibilities could I have that are more important than making sure you’re always safe?”

“Oh, probably a lot of things.”

“You dare speak about yourself like that?! Raph won’t stand for this. I’m coming with you and that’s final.”

At first, it was just little things that didn’t seem that out of the ordinary. You always knew that as the eldest of four, Raph would have a tendency to be a little overprotective at times. But it started to become worse over time. At first, it wasn’t so bad, just a little over the top.

“Who could be knocking at my door at this hour?…Raph?”

“Hi, love. I hope you don’t mind me staying over tonight. There’s been a lot of crime happening recently and I just want to be here to protect you if anything happens.”

“Oh, sure, I don’t mind. Are you sure this isn’t a bit much though?”

“Nothing’s more important than protecting my baby.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. Come on, I was just about to lay down.”

However, it started to become concerning with how much he cared about protecting you.

“Come on, pick up please…oh, hello love! What are you doing right now?”

“Just going down to the grocery store to pick up a few things.”

“Which one?”

“The one down the road, you know. We’ve been there before.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“That area is full of weird people, I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Raph, what in the world are you talking about? I’ve been there a million times. I literally know almost all of the store owners on that street.”

“Well, you never know. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

“Wait, Raph- oh, he hung up. Whatever, I guess it’ll be nice to have his company.”

It was starting to get really problematic. It was almost like he was constantly paranoid. An hour never went by where he hadn’t texted you, asking where you were or what you were doing. He was almost always at your side. It was starting to get a little tiring, but the last string was when he almost stopped you from hanging out with his own brothers.

“Hey y/n, wanna come to the skatepark with us?”

“You should totally come! It’ll be so much fun!”

“Oh yeah, for sure! Let me go-”

“Actually, I think y/n is going to stay here this time.”

“Uh…you sure?”

“Yeah Raph, I kinda wanted to go-”

“Don’t you remember? We have things we need to do.”

“Uhm…no? What did we have to do?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

“Okay? Wait here guys, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, now what do we have to do?”

“Well…nothing really. I just…didn’t want you to go out with them.”

“Woah, what?! Why not?!”

“They can tend to be a bit…reckless. And skating isn’t the safest activity. Trust me, I’ve seen how bad it can get with those two.”

“Well sure, you’re not wrong, but they’re your brothers. Don’t you trust them at all?”

“Yeah, I guess…but I’m the one responsible for you. If anything happens to you, I’ll blame myself.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t think like that. If I go, I’ll promise to be super duper careful. And I’ll tell the others to be careful as well.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm.”

“…Okay then. Just please please please be careful, okay?”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

It was becoming too much of a problem now. If he couldn’t even trust his own brothers because of you, then it was up to you to fix it. It was time to confront him about it.

“Hey, Raph? Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course, my love, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, it’s just…I think you’ve been too worried about me too much.”

“Too…much? What do you mean?”

“You’re just always making sure I’m okay, which is fine, but I think you’ve been focusing too much on me.”

“Oh…”

“I think you need to take a little break. I can do fine on my own, okay? Nothing bad has happened to me since we’ve been together.”

“Only because Raph has been protecting you! You need me! And…Raph needs you. You’re my love. Raph will take care of you, always. Just please stay with me.”

“Raph…”

“I’ll do anything to make you happy! Anything you want! Just tell me!”

“I want you to leave me alone. Just for a little bit, please. And after that, you need to stop being so obsessed with me.”

“…”

“It hurts me to see you like this. It will really make me happy if you can do that for me. Pretty please?”

“…”

“Raph?”

“…Okay. Just for you. But I hope you know that I won’t stop worrying about you.”

“Oh, I suppose I can work with that.”

[justmochi]

to love another person

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.3k

synopsis :: wonwoo decides to put his and mira’s relationship on hold indefinitely

time :: 2019

warnings :: angst. mira experiences her first heartbreak

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea​ @cixrosie​ @moonlight-additions​ @cosmicwintr​ @astraw-astro​ @succulentmom​ @kimhyejin3108​ @enhacolor​ @alixnsuperstxr​ @hybesunstone​ 

a/n :: theres a happy ending to all of this I PROMISE YOUUU

“Mira, I’ve been thinking.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck as she perked up. She was always interested in what he had to say. Her attention never festered.

She hummed with a smile as he was unable to look her in the face. When he was quiet for a little too long, like he was collecting his words, her smile faded. She placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles against his hoodie. “What is it?”

“Everything’s getting crazy around me. And I’m about to leave for months, I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you here on your own.”

She chuckled, not getting what he was hinting at. “So do you want me to come along with you?” She felt gullible even making a joke like that because it was bizarre. The mood turned sour. “I’m sorry.”

“I think we should put the brakes on our relationship for a while..” He turned to her, still looking towards the ground to save himself the pain of seeing her disappointed face.

“Put the brakes? Why-what do you mean?”” Her eyes widened, almost removing her touch.

“I feel terrible even now because it’s been weeks since we’ve hung out like this.” He frowned, grabbing her free hand. “You deserve better. Someone who can dedicate all their time to you.”

Wonwoo admired her tiny hands in his, feeling guilty as he noticed her palms getting sweaty. “It’s not you, I promise. I don’t even know if it’s me. I just know that you deserve more than what I can give.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice broke him. She was crying.

Wonwoo had never seen her cry before. And the stab was unbearable to know he was the reason behind it. He almost took a step back, afraid being that close to her would hurt her even more.

“If it’s the distance, then it’s okay. I’ll just deal with it.”

He grabs her shoulders, pulling her into a hug and holding her tight. She sobbed quietly into his hoodie, realizing she wouldn’t be able to find comfort in his scent anymore like the way she had been.

She’d rather have him to herself, at least then she would be able to call him hers regardless of the distance between them. She wanted him. Even if they were worlds apart and they fell out of touch, he would still be Mira’s.

“Please don’t cry.” He patted her hair down, kissing her temple as she was limp in his arms. She couldn’t hold him back due to her state of shock. “I'm always gonna be here for you. As your friend. I just can’t be the boyfriend that you deserve right now.”

She shook her head, letting the tears soak into his clothing. “Can’t I do anything? Can I convince you or talk you out of this? I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend because I’m not good at this stuff but-“

He distanced himself from her, caressing her cheek before kissing her on the lips. It hurt. As she kept talking, it made him feel terrible. The worse had yet to come but he was already doing so much damage.

He tasted the saltiness of her tears, furrowing his eyebrows to keep himself from breaking down too. When they finally pulled away, she couldn’t look him in the eye. She hoped there was anything she could say to hopefully change his mind. She wanted to keep fighting but he was set on his decision.

“Hey, maybe we can look back on this in a few months and smile. But you and I both know this is a bad time. You’re busy, I’m busy.”

“But I just want you.” She cried, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie into her hand. “I haven’t felt safe with anyone but you. I feel comfortable with you.”

“You have no idea how hard this is,” He whispered under his breath, voice breaking little by little. “I don’t wanna do this.”

“Then don’t. Please?” She begged, holding his face in her hands as the tears trickled down her cheeks.

He bit his tongue, frowning when pressing his forehead against hers. “I can hardly take care of myself right now. How am I supposed to take care of you? You deserve all of me, but not when my mind is somewhere else.”

“But I love you…” She hesitated, only realizing this was the first time she told him she loved him after the words came out. He finally let the tears fall down his face, shoulders trembling as he tried to pull himself together.

“I do, I love you too. But because I love and respect you so much, I have to do this.” He pulled her in tighter, afraid he might cave and take back everything he said. “Let me work on loving myself first before I can give you all of me.”

As time passed, he was putting it into perspective for her more and more. She was putting her selfish emotions aside and actually seeing the situation for what it was. She also wondered if she loved herself enough to devote herself to another person.

She pulled away from him, nodding her head as she wiped her face with her sleeve. She tried her hardest to breathe in through her nostrils, finding it difficult due to all her crying. “Can you take me home?”

He wanted to comfort her by giving her a rub on her arm but he held himself back. “Yeah, of course.” He stuffed his hands into his hoodie, the two walking side by side, almost like strangers.

The car ride back to Mira’s dorm was awfully quiet. Her body naturally turned away from him, looking out the window at the street lights. So many thoughts were running through her mind, way too many that she had no idea what to do with. She tried to keep in mind what he said, but why was drawing every conclusion to herself?

She couldn’t get herself to speak up as much as she wanted to. And by the time she worked up the courage to talk to him, they were already parked in front of her dorms. She unbuckled herself like she was a zombie, pushing the door open as he did the same. He walked over to her side, hesitantly reaching for her hand. He always did this when dropped her off.

She held onto his hand with trembling fingers as he took small steps towards the building. Anything to extend their time together.

As they got to the entrance, Mira sighed heavily as she stopped to turn to him. “Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?” He pursed his lips, gently stroking her cheek with one of his hands. He was always afraid to touch her, especially right now.

“You’ll still be my friend, right?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug. As she wrapped her arms around him, it was only now setting in that this would be the last time they’d be together like this.

“Then let’s both begin to love ourselves for the time being. So that maybe in the future, we can love each other better than we can right now with no uncertainties.”

She looked up at him, forcing a smile as tears pooled up once again. He brushed her hair behind her ears, leaning down to give her one last kiss on the lips.

It was hard to say goodbye to each other, wanting to stay under the streetlights for longer just to avoid the inevitable pain the breakup was going to bring both of them.

The woman entered the dorms, her head hanging low as she made her way through to her room.

“How was the date?” Yoohyeon watched Mira walk right past her where she was sitting on the couch. She was puzzled and unsure if she spoke loud enough.

She paused the series she was watching on the tv, making her way down the hall and knocking on Mira’s door before opening it. “How was your date?”

Yoohyeon’s bubbly and curious expression soon faded when seeing Mira sitting on the edge of her bed holding back a sob. She watched her shoulders shake with each breath she took. “Mira?”

[densi-mber]

A/N: Happy all-in day everyone! These two fools have now been together for nine years. Set December 2024.

***

We Just Get Better Every Year

“Oh, that sushi was amazing,” Kensi sighed, flipping back on the hotel bed with a happy sound. The mattress dipped, and a second later, Deeks pressed against her left side.

“Worth traveling three hours and a weekend away from home?” he asked, settling his hand on her opposite hip.

“Definitely.”

Her response was so swift, Deeks chuckled. Some things never changed. Thankfully.

Turning onto her side so they faced each other, Kensi shifted closer, her lips brushing his. “Thank you for planning all this,” she murmured. “It’s the best anniversary celebration I could ask for.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without Rosa agreeing to take care of the twins for us,” he pointed out.

“She’s amazing,” Kensi agreed. “Not just because of that.”

“Nope. We’re lucky to be her parents. Even if she has picked up your messiness and eats all the M&Ms out of the trail mix.” Kensi huffed at his comment, but didn’t protest. “Speaking of, we should probably give Rosa a call before it gets too late.”

“Mm, that’s a good idea.” While he grabbed his phone and dialed, Kensi pushed herself up on her forearms.

“Dad, is everything ok. I didn’t expect to hear from you,” Rosa answered after three rings.

“Hey, yeah, no, nothing’s wrong. We’re just checking in to see how you guys are,” Deeks said. Kensi leaned on his shoulder, close enough that she could hear Rosa over the speaker.

“We’re doing fine,” Rosa answered, a smile in her voice. “Caleb and Sophia just finished eating, they’re playing with that ball popper thing, and then I’m getting them ready for bed.”

“We have complete faith in you,” Kensi assured her. “Since this is the first time we’ve been away overnight, we just want to make sure nothing unexpected happened.”

“Like Arkady hiding out from the inevitable FBI raid.”

“Deeks.” Kensi shook her head at him, laughing in amused exasperation.

“I’m glad it’s going well. And thank you again for offering to hold down the fort, so to speak,” Deeks told her. As expected, Rosa brushed his thanks off.

“Guys, I told you I want to do this. I love spending time with Sophia and Caleb. Now, stop wasting your time talking to me.”

“I think we’ve been dismissed,” Kensi joked. Have a good night, kiddo. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.

“Yes, Mom. See you on Monday.”

Deeks hung up, setting his phone back to the side. When he laid back down, Kensi curled up against him once more, wriggling one of her legs between his.

“Crazy to think we’ve been doing this for ten years,” Deeks said into the quiet. Kensi nodded against his shoulder, her breath wafting over his neck.

“A lot has changed since then.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. We’re married, I’m a lawyer again, your training new agents, and we’ve got three kids.”

Kensi was silent for a few moments; her fingers idly traveling from his to his chest and back again.

“Do you think it’s a change for the better?” she asked eventually. Deeks leaned back enough to see her face.

“A thousand percent,” he said immediately. “I mean, we were pretty great then, but 2014 Kensi and Deeks have nothing on current Kensi and Deeks. Now we have a family, I think we’re happier than we were then…it’s everything I ever wanted.” He nudged Kensi gently. “What about you?”

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted too,” she said, propping herself up on his chest. “Even if I didn’t realize it when I suggested we be brave.” She dipped her head, kissing him.

It quickly increased past the peck Deeks expected, Kensi’s fingers moving down his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Mm, I thought you wanted to nap after dinner,” he reminded her, even as he slipped his fingertips under the waistband of her pants.

“I got my second wind.” Kensi nipped at his neck. “And I’m not wasting a minute of our time without interruption.”

“Happy anniversary,” Deeks muttered before Kensi pulled his mouth back to hers.

***

A/N: I debated whether or not to have Rosa call Kensi and Deeks’ something other than their names. I figure she might decide to call them mom and dad a couple years after being part of the family.

[1-sasha-stuff-1]

Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 7: First Impressions

A/n - Here's another chapter for you all!

| | | | Key:

h/s = hair style

h/c = hair color

f/s = favorite snack

t/n = teacher's name

e/c = eye color

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4 Days later - April 5th 

Time: 7:00 am

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Putting my hair in a h/s, I check myself over in the full-length mirror in my room. I’m wearing the middle school uniform that they’ve provided me with, the black skirt, blazer, white shirt underneath, and a nice tie. Honestly, I don’t look too bad. 

“Y/n! It’s almost time to go!”

“Coming mom!”

Grabbing my backpack on the way out of my room, I close my door and head downstairs where the fresh scent of pancakes fully awakens me. Upon reaching the main floor, I go into the kitchen and sit down, putting my backpack down beside my seat as I dig into the pancakes and drink my glass of milk.

After the dinner at the Midoriya’s and heading home, the next few days were spent organizing and putting things in its place here at home. My parents would mostly move in all the big stuff and head off to work while I would be in charge of just placing it where mom told me where it would look best. We pretty much finished placing everything yesterday, so it was nice to finally have a ‘complete’ house now.

The last few days were also pretty fun, Izuku and I would text or call over the phone for a few hours and we hung out for a while as well. Of course, I never forgot about Shinsou, we talked over the phone as well and I eventually told him about Izuku and he seemed chill about it because I was finally “spreading my wings' ', he isn't wrong about that though. Joking or not, I was actually practicing more in the aspect of trying to fly with my hornet wings, but I guess I’m not used to them yet, mostly, I end up in bushes when trying them out.

“It’s 7: 30, we should get going before you're late on your first day Y/n.” my mother said as she started to put her shoes on at the door, grabbing her car keys, she adds. 

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Getting up, I put my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wash my hands. I then go and grab my bag and start to put on my shoes. Hearing a honk from a car outside, I grab my phone and headphones and shove them in my bag as I rush out the door and enter my mom’s car.

“What took you so long? I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I can’t be late y/n, you know this.”

“I know, sorry mom. I’ll be faster next time.”

The car ride was silent the whole way to the school, neither of us saying anything. 

As we got to the front of the building, Emica unlocked the door, and I opened the door and hopped out of the passenger seat. 

“Love you mom!”

“Love you too, now, neither your father nor I will be here to pick you up at the end of the day, we’ll most likely be in Tokyo. I placed some money in your back account if you want to take the train or for food, okay?”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

Right after closing the door, the car went speeding off away from the young teen. She turned around and whispered to herself as she started to walk towards the front door of the building.

“Well, back to hell it is then….”

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Time - 7:40 am

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“-and this is where we usually eat lunch! O-or anywhere really.”

Izuku and I were standing at the entrance of the lunchroom which is also called the common room during the mornings before classes start (they start at 8). We’ve spent the last few minutes with him showing me around the school and where all my classes will be, and he also has the same classes as me so that’s a plus. 

“S-so yea! Those are all your classes, and we can walk together if y-you want! Idon’twantyoutofeelpressuredintothinkingyouhavetowalkwithmeeverydayand-”

“H-hey, Izuku! It’s totally fine, we can walk to class together. Hey, do you want to walk with me after school as well? My parents are going to be at a meeting, and they won’t be able to pick me up.”

“U-uh? Oh! Yea, we can walk together!”

“Okay cool, hey, how about after school you can ask your mom we can hang out and go to the mall or something? We can go and-”

Before finishing my sentence, something just shoves me out of the way and I stumble and trip on my own feet, resulting in falling onto the ground.

“At least I wore leggings, thank go..”

“Oi, move out the way you damn extra! Can’t you see I’m walking here?!”

“Well, who do you think you are huh?” Looking up, I see the one and only Bakugo. Why am I not surprised? Obviously, we’d be in the same school. He seemed to finally recognize who I was based on the pissed off expression on his face.

“You…...”

Midoriya, not wanting his new friend (and his only one at the moment) to get hurt, tried to speak up but as usual, he was shut down.

“Y-y/n, I don’t think-”

“Shut it you damn nerd! And you!”, pointing at the h/c girl,

“You're the damn extra that took my food! Don’t think that you beat me!”

The girl, as per usual, didn’t keep quiet as she talked back at the loud-mouth boy.

“Me? Beat you? No, I didn’t beat you, I practically demolished you in that store. Anything for that bag of f/s I guess.”, while looking proud of herself, the boy in front of her was practically fuming with rage and embarrassment as his ‘friends’ were ‘oohing’.

“Na man, you let a girl beat you?”

“Damn, Bakugo my man, what happened?”

“Shut up! She didn’t beat me damn it!” the blond boy yelled out as the girl stood up. Shortly after standing up, the bell rang indicating the first bell to head to your homeroom.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around! Let's head to homeroom Izuku, we won’t want to be late now, would we?” grabbing hold of Izuku’s forearm, the two of you book it before Bakugo could lose his cool. 

As the two of you speed-walk at first and then walk normally, knowing that Bakugo was long behind, you pay no attention to the two of you, you don’t realize the look on Izuku’s face as you're still holding onto his forearm. 

To say that the boy was embarrassed was an understatement, he was about to explode at this point, his mind was spiraling through a rabbit hole of emotions and thoughts. 

“She’s holding onto my arm, she’s holding onto my arm, she’sholdingontomyarm-”

“Hey Izuku, you cool?”

His mind stopped as he got pulled away from his thoughts and faced the girl who gave him a questioning look on her face. 

“Why, am I-?”

“Y-yea, I’m okay, haha. Just worried that Kachan might have gotten too aggressive with you though...”

“Well, Kachan can go to hell for all I care.”

“Y-y/n! Don’t say that! What if he heard you! A-and Kachan is just a nickname I gave him, you know, since we were friends when we were younger.” the boy exclaimed as he looked in all directions to see if the hot-head was anywhere nearby.

Like the actress you are, you put on a dumbfounded expression and look at Izuku. Even though you know who ‘Kachan’ is, he doesn't know that and would probably seem weirded out if you already knew his name.

“Well, if Kachan is his nickname, what’s his real name?”

“Oh, his name is Bakugo Katsuki.”

Both of you finally enter a classroom full of students already in their seats as the teacher looks over at the two of you in the doorway. 

“Midoriya! You're already late on the first day, do you want to get detention already? Get in your seat.”

The said boy nods and quickly sits himself at one of the desks on the far side of the classroom as some of the students look at him with disgust and others whisper as he passes by. The teacher, otherwise known as Mr. t/n looks over at you and smiles.

“Ah! You must be the new student! Come up to the front and introduce yourself!”

Shuffling and moving yourself to face the front of the class, you stare at them as they stare back and all of a sudden, your anxiety spikes up.

“Why are they looking at me like that? Is my hair weird? Wait, I’m wearing the wrong uniform?! Oh, no I’m not, the other girls are wearing the same one as me…”

Blinking out of your thoughts, you take a small deep breath to calm yourself down and speak with the non-existent confidence you had.

“Hi, my name is L/n Y/n, um, yea that’s my name.”

T/n smiled and looked at the rest of the class. 

“Alright thank you L/n! Now does anyone have any questions?”

One of the students from the front row raised her hand and was called upon.

“Why do you sound weird? When you like speaking and all.”

“Great, new achievement unlocked; being afraid to speak because of the accent.”

Smiling, I respond, “Well, I kind of was exposed to English speakers more when at a young age so I have that so called ‘weird’ American accent.”

Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, I did end up watching more SpongeBob in English than in Japanese when I was younger. 

A few more students asked some other questions and now about 5 minutes have passed, and I want to sit down already. The teacher must have seemed to notice because he stood up and put his hands together.

“Alright students, just one more question and we’ll have to get started with homeroom! Um, yes you!”

The student that was picked was one of Bakugo’s friends on the way back.

“Yea, so like, what’s your quirk?”

“My quirk? Well, my quirk is called Hornet. It’s pretty much what a regular hornet has, I have wings that I can store in my back and pull them out if I need to, I can also make stingers come out of my knuckles.”

To demonstrate, I hold up my right hand up to them and close my hand into a fist, causing jet black spikes to appear from where my knuckles were, after a few seconds, I unclench my fist and they disappear. I chose to hold onto the information on being able to create some poison within each stinger, I chose not to, the reason, I wasn't really sure why yet. 

“I can also shrink myself and grow in height, but I���m still trying to get the hang of it.” 

The class begins to talk amongst themselves while some of the students praise my quirk and tell me how ‘cool’ I am while others, not liking the idea that I was so called ‘better’ then them.

“Wow! That must be an awesome quirk to have!”

“Totally would love to have that power!”

“Huh, imagine being an insect...”

“I know right? Like, I could never!”

T/n then cleared his throat, and the class went silent after a few seconds.

“Alright! Let's get started with homeroom alright. Oh! Y/n, where should I place you? Uhhhhh, there! Right next to Bakugo. Bakugo, could you raise your hand?”

With an irritated expression, he raises his hand, and you see that there’s in fact, an empty seat to his left.

Forcing to move your legs, you walk towards the seat as you pass Izuku who gives you an apologetic smile. Arriving at the desk, you sit in it and cross your arms over your chest. You're about to say something until you hear the teacher say some words that killed you from the inside out.

“Now, these seats will be your assigned seats for the rest of the year!”

 Glancing over at Bakugo who was now to the right of you, looked back at you with a smirk.

“I’m goanna make your life a living hell.”

Putting on a fake smile, you say back sarcastically. 

“Well, isn't this going to be bloody lovely?”

| | | | | | | | Time - 3:00 

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The last bell had just rung, and everyone was leaving the building as you stood in the now empty classroom, waiting for Midoriya to gather his things so you both could leave. 

“So did you mom say yes?”

“Yea she did, I just have to be home before it gets too dark.”

“Oh okay, I’ll text my mom that I’ll be home later as well.”

Pulling out your phone, you text your mom that you’ll be hanging out with Midoriya for a while, after having sent the message she read it and well, just left you to read.

“Ain't no way she left me on read.”

Deciding to deal with it later, you put the phone back into your skirt pocket (thank God they have pockets) and grab your bag from the floor as Midoriya already has his on his back. 

The two friends make their way down the hall and out of the building, lucky enough, didn’t cross paths with a certain blond boy with anger issues.

“Okay Y/n, where are we going?”

“We can go to the mall if you want, or anywhere you want to go, I don’t mind.”

“O-Okay, we can head over to the mall.”

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Time skip - at the mall (because the author is lazy -_-)

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Looking around, the green haired boy and the h/c girl see multiple stores and people all around them. The girl looked at the boy with her e/c and begins to question him.

“So, do you want to go to a specific store or just walk around and let it roll from there?”

“We can just walk around if you want, or do you have a specific store you want to go to?” Midoriya asked as they just stood at the entrance of the mall, waiting for the girl to respond.

“Well, I think I might get some weights from that one workout store, do you mind?”

“N-no of course not! Anywhere is fine y/n!”

“As long as we’re together.”

The girl nods and they both begin to walk into the mall.

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Time skip - 30 minutes later

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After buying some weights from the workout store, they both just began to just talk and walk through different stores that caught their interest, one of the stores being an all-superhero themed store where there’s a bunch of merch of different types of heroes from not only Japan but other countries as well. 

We entered the store and Midoriya’s inner fanboy came out as he started to look at everything and anything about heroes as if he was a child in a candy store.

“I can’t believe they have this much stuff! Oh look! It’s an Edgeshot figure, oh and a documentary on Mirko!”

He held the book and action figure in his hands as he started to talk about the different heroes and all. Setting down the book and figure in their places on the shelf, Midoriya practically drags Y/n throughout the entire store until they enter an entire aisle dedicated to All Might themed stuff. 

We spent the next 30 minutes in that store as Midoriya kept looking at one specific product, an All Might themed hoodie next to other hero hoodies. Finally, we left the store after a while and headed towards the food court near it. 

As I sat down back at our table, waiting for our order of food, I looked towards Izuku in front of me and I got a bright idea. Standing right back up, he looks at me from his phone.

“Y/n, where are you going?”

“Don’t worry Izuku, I’ll be right back in a flash!", running off and leaving the confused green-haired boy at the table, I head towards the Hero-themed store and go towards that one aisle were the All Might hoodie was.

I snatched the hoodie right off the rack, checking to make sure it’s about his size, I made my way back to the front of the store to pay for it until another hoodie from a hero I liked was my all-time favorite hero next to All Might. Ginning, I also snatched the hoodie off its rack, finding it was just my size and finally began to make my way back to the cashier to pay the hoodies off. 

“Thank you young lady and have a good day!”

“Thank you! Have a good day too!”

Leaving the store and making your way back to where Midoriya was probably waiting, you look down at the shopping bags with a smile, hoping that he would like the gift you got him. 

Turning the corner and walking into the food court, you look around to find Izuku grabbing the food and sit back down at the table looking around until he catches your eyes, and you smile and walk over towards him.

“Hey Y/n, where were you?”

Sitting down and giving him one of the shopping bags and smiling as he takes it in his hands with a confused face.

“I got something for you!”

“Y-y/n, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything-”

“Nonsense Izuku, just open it, you’ll love it for sure! Well, hopefully you will…”

The boy gulps and smiles at you with his face turning slightly red as he grips onto the shopping bag. 

“I’ll like anything you g-get me y-y/n.”

“Aww, thanks Izuku! Know, open it!" smiling, you see him go through the bag and his small smile turns into a bigger one when he pulls out the All Might themed hoodie from the bag with stars in his eyes. 

“Oh my god it’s the All Might hoodie I saw at that one store!”

He starts to go on (again) about All Might until he abruptly stops and looks at me. Confusion swept onto my face as I looked back at him.

“Izuku, are you okay? If you don’t like it, I can return it for a different one or-”

“N-no it’s not that y/n, it’s just, you didn’t have to get it for me you know…wait, let me pay you back!”

“No, you're not going to pay me back Izuku, it was a gift.”

“But-”

“Hey, I said keep it, okay? It was my own choice to get it for you so keep it.”, smiling, your smile practically blinded him as he stared at the girl for a few seconds and smiled back, in his mind, he mentally noted how he could repay you back for your kindness one day. 

“I’ll repay you back y/n, one day I will.”

“Thanks Y/n,”

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Time - 6:45 pm

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Walking next to each other, Izuku and Y/n walk down the streets, and the leaves on the trees move with a gentle breeze. As the two walked, the sun had already begun to set despite it being around 7 in the evening, the sky was filled with hues of orange, purple, and pink. The sun was like an orb set on fire and as you both walked past the beach filled with trash, that would soon be one without, so as long Izuku stays on this path of becoming a hero and nothing interferes, including yourself.

“We should really do this again Izuku.”

“Y-yea! We should do this again.”

The boy doesn't know it yet but, the feelings he’s been feeling for the girl ever since he saw her e/c eyes, it wasn't admiration now at this point, but something more. But alas, he was still young and new to the feelings, so he pushed them away for the time being. But sooner or later, he’ll come to realize these feelings for the girl.

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Arriving at his apartment complex a few minutes ago, you both now stand in front of his apartment door as you were the one to walk him home. 

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you then, need your beauty sleep for school tomorrow, right?”

“Yea, you do to Y/n…”, Midoriya said as he opened his apartment door and stepped inside. About to close the door, he looks at the girl who is now walking away from him, without thinking, he speaks his mind.

“Thank you, Y/n.,”

The girl stopped in her tracks and turned around and looked back at him, confusion on her face this time. 

“Thank you? Oh! For the hoodie, right? I told you Izuku, it’s totally-”

“N-no, not for the hoodie…”

“Uh? For what then?”

Midoriya shuffled in place and looked down at his feet, then he looked back up, eyes bright, he stared back at those beautiful e/c eyes full of life.

“Thank you for being with me, for being my friend Y/n. That’s why I’m thanking you.”

Y/n stares right back at him, she then smiles back at him, possibly brighter than the sunset right now.

“It’s no problem Izuku, I’m glad you're my friend as well.”

They stayed like that for a while, staring at each other until Midoriya shook out of his thoughts and focused on you once more. 

“T-Text me when you get home, I want to make sure you got home safe.”

“Sure will Izuku, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!”

“Right, bye Y/n!”

“See ya Izuku!”

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Closing the door behind him, he takes a deep breath, face red as he takes his shoes off and places them on the shoe mat next to the door. He looks at the shopping bag and smiles as he takes the bag and goes into the living room, taking out the hoodie from his shopping bag, he looks at it and continues to smile. 

“Where did you get that Izuku?” 

Jumping slightly, he turns around to find his mom looking over his shoulder and at the hoodie. He clutches the hoodie close to him and stutters.

“Y-Y/n got it for me when we were out at the mall…. she also got one too….”

He started to hear sniffling and turned back at his mom, seeing that her eyes were filled with tears.

“M-mom? Are you okay?”

She ripped the ‘tears’ away from her face as she closed her eyes.

“My baby boy is already growing up!”

After that was said, he looks at the poor boy and smiles brightly like she wasn't just crying earlier.

“So, when were you going to tell me you have a girlfriend already?”

“M-mom!”

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Walking home, you threw away the shopping bag as you slipped on the Eraserhead themed hoodie over your head and onto your body. It wasn't that you didn’t like All Might, but you liked both All Might and Eraserhead, but you already have an All Might themed hoodie back in your closet but not an Eraserhead one. 

“All left to get is a Mirko Action figure, Hawks Hoodie and plushie, and an Edgeshot action figure…”

Thinking to yourself and not paying attention to your surroundings, you didn’t notice the fight going on a few alleyways in front of you until you were in front of the alleyway.

Finally, being pulled away from your thoughts, you hear a loud groan from the alleyway.

“Well, curiosity never killed the cat, right?” you whisper to yourself as you enter the alleyway, curiosity getting the best of you. 

As you walk into the dark alleyway, you don’t see anything. Deciding to turn back around you do, but soon you hear a loud groan of pain coming from inside a large trash bin. 

Stopping in your tracks, you think of your options. To investigate or to not investigate, you chose the latter and walked up to the large trash bin that was closed.

Taking a deep breath, you lift up the lid, but it is a bit too heavy, so you summon your hornet wings to let you float as you open the lid. 

Once the lid was open, you sigh, mentally noting to upgrade your workout routine. Before you can go deeper into your own head, a deep, husky voice pulls you out from your thoughts.

“Well, well.... who's this angel I see? A gift from the gods to me?”

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[inaworldlikethis52]

I know I need to respect his time. I felt like I’ve been doing that? I mean yes on all of his days off we’ve been together but that was him also agreeing to the plans.

I felt after a bit like are we spending too much time together. But he never expressed that so I wouldn’t know.

He could communicate his feelings.

Like hey, maybe we should slow it down again. Or just letting you know this isn’t a relationship.

I’m a bit hurt also bc I met him brother and wife and we all hung out. It felt like we were together.

Only for him to be so mean on the phone when I just wanted his opinion.

Maybe he was already stressed and annoyed and I didn’t make it better.

Maybe I should have asked if this was a good time to talk or should I call back later.

Idk what to do now, should I try to call him in a few hours or wait for him to reach out to me?

Will he end things with me? If he does, I hope he does it in person. Well I don’t want him ending things. But if he does the right way to do it is in person.

[refiwrites]

Who The Hell Are You?

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Dominic had kept all the things he did throughout the years a secret from you, until the one who’s seeking revenge kidnaps you.

Word Count: 2.0K

Warning/s: violence, kidnapping, swearing, knives

Note: oh wow I suck at summaries don't I... nonetheless I never expected it to be this long, enjoy!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What? No, I’m not, I’m not. Where’d you even get that?” Dom laughs as he held the phone to his ear. “I don’t know what things you’re into nowadays but I know you’re always getting in trouble somehow.” The voice speaks through the phone.

“Ah, tough luck since there’s no sign of trouble here.” Dom tilts his head to the side with a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want a relative of his to get involved in what he’s currently in as of now.

The last thing he wanted was someone to find out about you, his cousin that he treats like a second sister close to Mia.

“I do hope so, hey by the way, how’s Mia?” You ask as you took your time walking to your next class for the day. “And what about me?” Mia suddenly grabs the phone from Dom’s hand, a shocked expression worn on his face as Mia laughed it off.

“Mia! Hey I missed you, how’s it going with the kid?” You enthusiastically ask.

Mia sighs gleefully as Dom smiled, “Oh Jack’s amazing, he’s been getting chatty lately, you should hear him talk on and on.” She laughs.

You sigh. “I really wish I could be there just for a week or two, I can’t even remember when was the last time we saw each other in person!”

Dom and Mia looked at each other, Dom reached his hand out for Mia to give him the phone.

“Me too (Y/N), I promise either we’ll see you soon or you’ll see us soon.” Mia bids goodbye as Dom took the phone, talking to you again.

“Look, here’s the deal, when we have our free time then we’ll go over there and you, you can make us that meal that we really like.” Dom smiles.

“Promise me that and I’ll make millions of those.” You joke as you approached the door, frowning as you realized you have to say goodbye again.

“Alright Dom, I’m about to go ahead and teach, I’ll call you guys later alright?”

“Sure (Y/N), good luck.”

With that, you hung up and opened the door with a smile on your face.

As Dom looked at his phone, he sighed. Its better if you weren’t involved in what they’re doing, he might have made a million excuses up in his mind but he knows that you’ll eventually have to know before anyone started coming for you.

But that scenario seemed to be far enough as he made sure his family background stayed shut from prying eyes.

“What do you think she’ll say when she finds out about all the stuff we’ve done?” Mia asked.

“I just hope not.” Dom shrugged as he straightened himself up.

“Any lead on Shaw?” Dom turned to ask Brian.

“Zero, but we’ll keep looking.” He answered.

You bid goodbye as your students one by one piled out of the classroom. You packed your stuff and cleaned a few thrown papers across the room.

“Children.” You sigh.

You also bid goodbye to your co-teachers as you headed to your car. It was a simple Hyundai Sonata that you worked hard for.

You got in the driver’s seat as you placed your bag in the passenger’s seat. Starting the car, you turned to see what the time was.

4:12pm

Shrugging, you went and drove home.

Singing along to some popular song on the radio, you looked through your rear-view mirror, spotting a white vehicle that’s been on your tail for quite a while now. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel anxious, but you were never one for jumping to conclusions. So you thought maybe it was just a new person trying to navigate their way.

As you pulled up on your driveway, you saw the car finally speeding past your house, going farther away. You breathed in deeply, anxiety ridding itself in you. “That was weird.”

You grabbed your bags and walked inside your house.

After changing into a clean pair of clothes, you decide on cleaning the house for a while before heading on to fix your lesson plans. Cleaning the house and making dinner also took a few hours than expected which tired you out.

It was currently 10:00 in the evening as you sat on your desk, pen in hand as you ran your errands, checking and noting. “I need a break.” You announced to no one but yourself, standing up to head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As you sipped the cold beverage, an unsettling feeling crawled upon your back. There was that feeling again. The feeling that you were being watched. That you were unsafe even in your own home. You hadn’t felt this before so you shrugged, maybe it was just fatigue or you’ve been watching one to many thriller movies.

Then you remembered the white car earlier. You shook your head, placing the glass in the sink. Really, you were going to let a car that was going on the same road as you fill you with fear?

‘I must be going crazy’ You thought as you made your way back onto your desk, you looked up on the clock. It read 10:15pm.

You sigh, wanting to finish the rest of your work tomorrow but deciding against it since you knew it’ll just pile up more in the following days.

But it felt like fate had different plans for you tonight.

You paused as you heard a creak from your desk. It sounded like someone was typing. You sucked in a breath. Maybe its just your thoughts.

Maybe it isn’t.

You swallowed, palms already sweating. ‘What the hell, please don’t let me die today’

Deciding to creep upon the side of the wall which led inside to your office, you shuffled. Leaning your head to the side, you could almost hear yourself audibly gasp.

There, on your desk sat a rather average man, typing away on your computer as if it was his own, who looked to be eyeing some information. It seemed like you were staring far too long as he looked up and immediately came in contact with you.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed in your head as your feet already tried to run away. “Hey!” He spoke in a thick British accent, hearing him stand up as his loud steps tried to reach for you. You turned your back to him, grabbing a kitchen knife to try and protect yourself.

You look at him, he didn’t even dare to cover his face as he stood tall, looking at you. “Aw, that’s cute, d’you want some butterknife as well?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” You spat.

“Toretto hasn’t done a very good job in keeping his family secret, doesn’t he?” He said.

“Dom? What’s he got to do with this?” You knit your brows together.

He looked surprise. “Oh? You don’t know all the trouble he’s put me up with?”

“Trouble?”

He shakes his head, taking sudden steps towards you. “Doesn’t matter, the only way he’d only show up is if I have one of his, which is you, if you haven’t got that yet-“ He spoke. “Look, I’d like to do this without any mess.”

“Like I’d fucking let you do that.” You hissed.

“Christ, you’re really feisty, you’re like Toretto, refusing to go down without a fight, huh?” He continued talking as he was now near you.

You tried moving away but he was already moving. Veins filling with adrenaline, you lunged at him as he did as well, you tried to injure him, but he was too quick to disarm you and bend your wrist. You let out a loud scream.

“Come on, don’t put up a fight with me now.” He grunted. You decide to put your skills to the test as you swept your feet under him, his back landing with a loud thud on the ground, he wasn’t expecting that from someone like you. You freed your hands from his wrist as you kneeled, throwing a quick but successful punch to his face. Though he was quick to counter as he easily lifted you off the ground and flipping you, now your back was the one on the ground.

“You’re really not making this easier for me.”

“Fuck you!” You scream, deciding to bite his arm which he let out a hiss at.

You struggled free, kicking him square on the chest. Standing up, you tried to ran towards your door. It was only a few feet away but an arm wrapping around your waist prevented you from escaping. “Let me go!” You kicked around but a cloth was forced to your nose and mouth, making you feel dizzy.

The last thing you felt and saw was yourself being thrown over the man’s shoulder and the white car.

You could hear the faint rumbling of the car on the road as you slowly regained consciousness.

“Ah, was just wonderin’ when you’ll wake up.”

Your eyes widened, the first instinct you had was to smack him in the face, but your bound wrists prevented you from doing so. You wiggled your feet to find out they were also cuffed together.

At least he was nice enough to not tape your mouth shut.

“Where are you taking me?” You rasp.

“Won’t be long now, but for the mean time you can tell me how long Dominic plans to keep on hiding from me.”

“From you? What’s Dominic got to do with this?” You ask. He scoffs, giving you a sideways glance before turning his attention back onto the street.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what he’s done.”

What the fuck has Dominic done now?

“I don’t, believe me.” You admit.

“Never looked at the news?” He scoffed again.

You were about to open your mouth when he spoke already.

“You’ve never heard about what they’ve been doing all this time? Your cousin and his ‘crew’s fiasco at the airport almost caused the life of my dear brother.”

You were at loss for words. Had Dominic been lying to you all this time? Surely this guy’s lying, right?

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Then it came to a halt in front of somewhat an abandoned warehouse.

Then and there you felt the fear seep in you again, what does he want with you and importantly, why does everything seemed to relate to Dom?

“Alright we’re here, though do your best to scream, no one would probably hear ya.” He shrugged, stepping out of the car, slamming the door shut. You looked at him as he made his way over to the passenger side. He opened the door and pulled you out, ushering you into the warehouse.

You expected it to be dark, but when he opened it, you had to squint your eyes from the brightness. “Now, you’ll stay here.” He said, placing you inside of a cell-like room.

“Did you really make a cell here for the people you kidnap?” You annoyingly say. He turns to you, phone in hand and shrugs. “Only when necessary.” Before turning back again.

You look around for a means to escape, glancing at him, he held the phone to his ear. “Ah, Dominic Toretto.”

Your eyes widened. “Dom! Dominic help me!” You shout, making him face you, placing a finger up to his mouth, but then chuckling as he turned on the speaker.

“What the hell did you do?” You heard Dominic ask through the phone. “Dom!” You shout again. Deckard shakes his head and speaks up. “Might I say Dominic, she quite packs a punch, d’you teach her that?”

Dominic continued to speak, even through the phone you could feel his seething anger, but what could he do if he was miles away? And what the hell is everything all about?

“She doesn’t even know a single thing you did, Dominic, I’ll give you that,” He chuckles. “You’re a good liar.”

“Don’t touch her.”

“I’m just here to avenge my brother, Dom, maybe you’re the criminal that shouldn’t touch your own family.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you began to feel dizzy with all the things you were hearing.

“I swear to God—”

“Tough luck, Dominic,” Deckard says, walking closer and stopping in front of you. “come and get her.”

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[chaseadrian]

Adrian dating a chubby girl and being crazy for her for the v-day requests, please 🥰

almost guarantee we interpreted "crazy" in different ways, anon. but i hope you like anyway :))

requests open through today!

designated smoking zone

tags: general, established relationship, trip to the hospital, asshole doctor, protective!adrian word count: 900+

It started when you were making a late night dinner, your hand caught under the knife you were using to slice a potato. Although you were pretty sure the cut wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, a hospital visit was still necessary.

Adrian was out as Vigilante, making the world a safer, deader place when you rang him up.

“I’m coming home, right now, I’ll take you.” Adrian’s voice on the phone was muffled, but concerned.

“No, no. It’s not a big slice, I can handle it myself. I appreciate you, though.”

“Seriously? No, I’m coming home to take you.”

“Seriously, Adrian, I will already be gone by the time you get here. Just do your thing, I’ll see you in a couple hours tops.”

“Mm. Okay. You call me the minute you’re out of those doors. I love you so so so much.”

“I love you too. I’ll keep you updated.”

Grabbing your keys and wallet, you left with a dish towel wrapped tight around your bleeding finger.

The doctor, to put it lightly, was a jackass. You were right about not needing stitches, and the man had acted like you completely wasted his time.

The nurse was lovely as she attended to your wound, applying butterfly bandages, which indicated that you were quite literally millimeters away from needing sutures.

The doctor didn’t know well enough to keep his mouth shut while she worked, and instead sat there looking at your medical history chart.

“You know, these injuries are common with patients in your weight range. There’s a lack of control with objects such as knives, power tools, ladders, and other common household items that pose a sense of danger. Do you take walks regularly? I think regular exercise might benefit you in regaining some of that control.”

You stared holes into him, “I was cutting a fucking potato, doctor.”

He raised his hands in defense, “Hey, now, no need to get snippy. I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“I’m gonna need you to get out of the room, please.”

The doctor stood up and handed the nurse the clipboard before realizing she quite literally had her hands full applying the bandages. He set it on the foot of your bed.

“Right, well, the nurse here will get you your discharge papers. You have a lovely rest of your evening, and just, consider what I said.”

He turned and walked out when he realized you wouldn’t be giving him the courtesy of a response. A courtesy he didn’t deserve.

“Ma’am, I am so sorry about his behavior. But, the good news is we’ve got you all situated. Take care not to get these wet, and in about ten days they should be good to come off. You’re gonna want to soak them in an equal solution of water and hydrogen peroxide. I’ll go grab your discharge papers and you should be good to go!”

You were quick to leave as soon as you were able, ringing Adrian as you walked to the car.

“Hey, angelface, how’d it go?

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.”

Retelling the story, Adrian was dead silent on the phone until you were finished and his voice had quieted to a perceptible anger.

“Babe, I did not love that. I’m going to run and grab us dinner before you get home. You want that taco place? I’m gonna get that. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

He hung up before you could respond to tell him that you were only a couple streets away.

You came back to the same empty house you’d left.

Adrian had cleaned up the bloody potato mess in the kitchen, so you sat listening to the noises of the dark. An owl hooting outside the window, the occasional honk from the main street close by, the tv of the upstairs neighbor who had been so silent the past few days you thought they might’ve been dead.

You were zoning out to the orchestra of the city when the front door opening jolted you out of it.

“My girl! I’m home!” Adrian’s voice was sing-song as he held up a brown bag and came to give you a greeting kiss, his arm wrapping around you. “How’s your finger?”

You held it up to show him the bandages, and he pressed the tiniest kiss to it.

“Hey, definitely unrelated, but that doctor’s name was Dr. Hanna, right?”

“Yes…why?” You pulled away from him, trying to read his face. But, he was an open book so it wasn’t like, a challenging read.

He turned from you to drop the bag on the coffee table and plop down on the couch. He knew you knew, so he might as well just dive into the tacos.

“Adrian! Did you do something to that guy for being a dick to me?”

“No! No, of course not!” He yowled, bits of lettuce falling from his lips.

“I kicked his ass for smoking outside the designated zone.”

You threw your head back and laughed, before joining him on the couch.

Adrian turned to face you, one hand reaching to hold your face, the other sliding underneath your arm to wrap around your back. He leaned forward and kissed you, “Honest, it was just dumb luck that he happened to be the same doctor.”

“Right, and you were at the hospital just out of dumb luck too?”

He laughed against your mouth.

“Well, it was right next to the taco place.”