#ovw fics

[kiwi-on-ice]

Fluffy ashe head-cannons👁️👁️(fem reader por favor)

First date headcannons with Ashe, Kiriko, Sombra and Mercy with fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Just fluff really, Sombra's is a little suggestive but nothing overt. prefer boys? check here.

Notes: was originally just going to just do Ashe first date headcannons but it got me thinking about some of the other girls.

Ashe:

She's most likely the one who's asked you out. After realising that you care about her more than just physically, she'd want to prove to you how dedicated she can be. While she's very emotionally closed off, she really wants to push herself to treat you how she knows a pretty girl like you should be treated.

Don't be surprised if you find sent to your door a surprisingly large stack of cash with a note attached telling you to buy yourself something nice to wear for the date.

She's been around wealth all her life, with most of the romance she'd been told about being flashy spending. So she'll take you to a fancy high end restaurant for dinner.

She'd be a 'gentleman', pulling your chair out for you, holding doors for you, leading you with a hand on the small of your back gently.

Flirting with you comes quite easily to her, but it hides something deeper. How she's caught off guard by how much her chest feels fuzzy when you laugh at something she says, or how she almost feels lightheaded when you brush against her as you two walk. Despite how confident she appears, she's worrying about coming off as too forward physically with something as simple as holding your hand.

If you hold hers first, she'll feel the tension leave her shoulders.

Don't bother asking to split the bill, she won't let you. She's paying.

She'll take you home, giving you a kiss on the cheek at the door. She's happy to leave it there, but her self restraint disappears if you ask if she wants to come inside.

Pulling your chair out, she gives you a smile as you sit down before walking around and taking a seat herself. Her red eyes look you up and down appreciatively, the smooth rhythm of the piano player in the room setting quite the romantic atmosphere.

"Well well, don't you look like the belle of the ball, huh?" she says smoothly, reveling in your slightly flustered reaction as you glance down to look at the menu.

"Anythin' you want sugar, it's all on me." she affirms, and smirks a little when you try and protest. "I insist."

Kiriko:

Get ready for a FUN date

She's pretty confident, so don't be surprised if she's the one who asked you out with a charming smile.

Wants a date with activities, so she'll invite you to an arcade with a bowling alley. Pretty cheesy, sure, but she's excited so that's what matters.

She's absolutely gonna beat your ass at bowling, it isn't even fair. She's also quite competitive, so she'll definitely playfully tease you about losing. Sticking her tongue out at you, whooping and cheering etc.

The arcade though...that's a different story. She's surprisingly not the best at video games, which means you have the opportunity to one up her. Still, she's just as giggly even when she's losing.

She'll ask you loads of questions, wanting to find out as much about you as possible, especially in the downtime between games.

Her way of flirting while on the date is to make up silly games for you two to play. Winner of the next arcade machine has to give the other a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, her performance gets suspiciously worse.

Afterwards, she doesn't really want the night to end. She might offer the idea of going for drinks, or perhaps going back to her place. She makes it clear she doesn't expect anything, she'll even sleep on the sofa if you want to turn the night into a sleepover!

Strike!

Comes the loud speaker as Kiriko scores another perfect ten in bowling. She jumps up and down and laughs, before turning to you with a wink.

"Think you can still beat me?" she teases, causing you to scoff playfully.

"You bet."

"Try it babe." she challenges, getting closer to you. She leans in, and your breath catches, before she reaches behind you and grabs a bowling ball. Handing it to you with a smirk, she can't wait to keep winning against you (and make you blush more in the process).

Sombra:

Olivia is pretty laid back, so she'll ask you out quite casually; she might even do it over text, with a few winky face emojis.

Most likely to suggest getting drinks, going to some sort of themed bar. If you don't drink, she'll make sure to look into bars that have good mocktail options for you.

Will offer to pick you up and take you, and when you go outside she'll be waiting on her motorcycle with a grin.

Was it all an excuse so she can feel your hands around her waist clinging on to her as she speeds through the city? Maybe.

While there, she's on full analyze mode. She tests your reactions to things she says/does/calls you, collecting all the data on what you seem to like and not like. But she's so smooth and easy going, you won't even realise what she's doing.

She'll ask you lots of questions about yourself, smiling and seeming interested as you speak. The truth is, she knows pretty much everything about you from hacking your various devices, but she still loves hearing it all from your lips.

Like Ashe, she'll insist on paying for your drinks. It's not like she can't afford it after all.

She's pretty touchy, but not in a pervy way. When she compliments you, she'll play with a strand of your hair or trace small circles on the back of your hand.

She'll also hack your music apps and see the type of music you like, so she can hack the speaker in the bar and occasionally play a song she knows you like.

Afterwards, she'll smoothly suggest going back to hers. She won't be offended if you say no, but she can't deny the rush it gives her if you say yes.

"That's fascinating conejita." Sombra says, having listened to you speak about your friends and family. Barely repressing a smirk, she watches your facial expression as you react to her nickname. So you like her calling you things in Spanish...that information is useful.

"So what else, any pets?" she asks, and as you speak she gently brushes her foot against your ankle. You stumble over your words a little as she smiles innocently. Oh she's going to have fun with you...

Mercy:

She's quite a traditional woman, so most likely she'll take you for dinner.

It might be late though, having to stay after hours at work causing her to push back the date and time. She feels awful, no matter how much you reassure her that you understand.

When she arrives at your home, she'll have a bouquet of red roses in her hands as an apology.

She's sweet the whole time, preferring to ask you questions rather than the other way round. She'd rather not talk about work, wanting to switch off and relax.

Definitely the type to order a nice bottle of wine for you both.

Also definitely the type to suggest you both share a dessert, she thinks it's very cute and intimate. Might even playfully offer a spoonful for you to bite.

Will gently hold your hand across the table, but apart from that she isn't particularly touchy that early on.

Absolutely will offer to pay, but also won't mind if you insist on splitting the bill.

Afterwards, she'll take you home but most likely won't come inside. But she will give you a kiss on the cheek that you swear you can feel linger for hours.

As the plates are taken away, Angela smiles softly before glancing at the dessert menu.

"Do you have a sweet tooth darling?" she asks, as you both look at the selection of delicacies. Her eyes trace over the choices, before another smile tugs at her features.

"How about we share one?" she offers, and the image that pops in your head of her feeding you dessert makes your head nod before your brain could even hope to catch up.

[c1trvswurld]

Hanzo is such an interesting character to headcannon for.

...

I like to imagine that while he doesn't hate his father he doesn't have the most solid relationship with him, especially after he passed so much things were left in the air, arguments never resolved, sorries never given and in some weird way he both resents him yet begs for his presence one last time. This is even more amplified because of his mother.

Id feel like hanzo would adore his mother and even though she had very enabling behaviors towards her husband, because of how harshly his father treated him (for being the eldest) , he still sees her as this holier than thou martyr. A woman whose done no wrong in her short life time which is infactually untrue because not only was she human but a heavily flawed one.

And I'd imagine that'd cause a heavy rift with genji since while he is the baby of the family he was still unbiased enough to see that both their mother and father were messed up and neglectful in their own ways.

Hanzo would def have a very complex relationship with his masculinity. Often being discouraged from being emotional or soft because of his dad grooming him to become a leader. His father would have criticized his mistakes by comparing him to his mother. "Like mother like son" would have been hanzos dad favorite insult. This causing him to see the feminine and maternal as both something he yearns to experience without judgement yet spits on or looks down on anyone (especially other men) who are comfortable with it.

Which is also another reason why hanzo envied genji during his late teens and early 20s. How dare he not be regulated? How dare his father not criticize every mistake? How dare he be free and enjoy the feminine without judgment...

But in genjis eyes he's the forgotten child who didn't get invested in because from the start he was seen as lesser, weaker, younger.

And coming back to the fear of feminine for hanzo hed also would have a fear of the masculine. Every time there's a man who exudes more stone butch masculinity than him he feels so intimidated on the inside. There's an automatic reaction to prove himself to be the best in the room.

[ovwechoes]

could you do a Lifeweaver (Niran Pruksamanee) one shot where gn!reader is under a lot of stress and ends up snapping at him despite him being supportive. Add as much angst as you can but a fluff ending 🩷

Fluffvember Day 1: Forgiveness with Lifeweaver x Reader First post for flufftober - thank you for the request anon and it's under the cut, enjoy! Themes: established relationship, comfort and hurt, angst to fluff. Word count: 1298

It had only been an hour since you'd been back from a stressful, tiring day at work. Your mind was restlessly recounting the moments that made your heart twinge with anxiety, and it didn't help that Niran was already probing you for answers to your silence. He meant well, truly, and you knew he did. But something about how he could read through your responses and could see how you were hiding your feelings was making you more uneasy.

“Something's bothering you, I can tell.” Niran spoke, interrupting your thoughts and interjecting himself into your mind. His tone was gentle, yet stern and assertive. You were never like this with him, secretive and isolated into yourself. Niran was worried, concerned that he had done something to upset you, possibly, or that you were concealing something more harmful deep down. He didn't like to be forceful about it, but your previous responses weren't enough to settle his concerns for you.

“I'm alright. Stop asking me, Niran.” you blurted out, not expecting your words to come off as venomous as they had been. You regreted them already, expecting to have dealt a blow to Niran's heart with the harsh way your response fell from your lips.

Your eyes didn't leave the screen, and yet you could still see the forrowed brow on Niran's face hadn't left yet. He sat facing you, his back against your couch's arm rest, and his hands gently placed on his lap. His eyes were soft, yet his mouth was curled into a frown, as he studied your form and your own scrunched face. You couldn't bring yourself to talk about it, and still you didn't know how to tell your partner that this wasn't something you wanted to get into right now. Niran was a fixer, always wanting to get to the bottom of things and be there for you. And you could see that his next moves were being considered as he hummed low in return to your words.

Your mind was returning to the day, replaying the moments again whilst the TV chimmed in the background with studio applauses and bad jokes from the cast. You were too occupied to see that Niran had started to move forwards, reach towards you with a curled hand intending to brush against your cheek to bring you back to reality.

When you finally did, you couldn't stop yourself from swatting it away. You wanted to indulge, but you were too consumed by the stress to let yourself enjoy something, anything like that. Your body acted for you, pushing him away and refusing to give yourself the satisfaction of comfort from him like this, and you could see his distaste for this grow on his face.

“There is no need for that… I was just trying to help.” Niran muttered, as he shuffled in his seat with discomfort. Nothing could descibe the look of heartbreak that began to stain his face as you watched from the corner of his eye. With your anxiety peaking, you found yourself lacking the patience to reply to him calmly, letting your words slip from your lips without thinking twice of their impact.

“I didn't ask you to, so stop trying to fix everything.”

Your tone was harsh, bititng at Niran almost as you spoke them. Your frustrations were unbearable, and right now you needed peace. All you wanted was for him to let you isolate in silence, and yet he refused to take the hint. It was aggravating, and your expression revealed that completely to your stunned partner.

He didn't reply. He had no words for your anger. It was as though you had silenced him completely, refused to let him continue with that single, snapping sentance. You refused to meet his stare, but instead continued to watch in the corner of your eye as his discomfort grew, his eyes swelling with tears that Niran struggled to hold back. He wasn't used to your anger, the way your anxiety eats your heart of it's patience and ability to accept help. It shocked him and left him watching you silently, considering what he could do to silence his worries mentally.

After a while of silence filling the awkward space between the two of you, you felt yourself succumb to the guilt. Who wouldn't if they snapped at their partner and had to watch them sit with the sorrow beside you?

“I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it is all. I just want to sit in silence.”

“It's okay, I understand my love. But please, let me help you even a little.”

“There's nothing you can do to change this, though, so I don't know what you could do right now besides leave me be.”

“Are you sure you want that?”

His last sentance lingered in your ears, leaving you silent as you felt yourself grow incapable of holding yourself together. Relying on him wasn't in the cards for tonight, you thought you could tough it out and leave his mind alone with your rants and rambles. But the way he asked this so softly, so kindly and so… genuinely - it made your heart stop for a moment and your eyes swell as his did before. The stress had built up too heavily, making your mind blur with guilt and anxiety now. All you could do was sit there, silent and stuck in your mind.

Niran had noticed your reluctance to reply, and the way your body shaked slightly in your seat with your hand beginning to tremble as it rested on the cushion laying in your lap. He respected your wishes, refusing to probe you further for answers that wouldn't make you any better. Watching you like this, struggling and being too stubborn to accept his help. It crumbled his heart, and he couldn't find the words to describe the pain he felt as you remained in this state.

Suddenly, you felt an arm hold your shoulder, before pulling you closer to your partner. You found yourself laying between his legs, head resting on his stomach as his hand stayed on you. Niran held you there, not tightly but enough to make sure you could feel his presence. With the tears starting to spill from your eyes, you couldn't stop yourself from burying your face into his shirt. Your body shifted against his, moving to become more comfortable with your arms wrapped around his torso. Niran's hands moved to your back, rubbing small circles into them and petting you carefully. You melted into his warmth, and let yourself crumble against him as you gave up holding back your stress.

Sobs flowed from you now, as you released your stress into him. No words were needed to explain how you felt, as Niran held you there carefully, never questioning you more. He listened softly to your muffled cries, letting you rest there as long as you needed until you were done. He didn't expect you to speak, and instead wanted you to use his body to comfort yourself. He can't fix everything, but he wanted you to know he would always be there for you, even if you had made his heart stop with your misfired anger.

Niran cooed gently against your sobs, reminding you he was here, it's okay and you'll be okay. His breath was shaky through his words, as he held back the heartbreak from watching you fall to pieces against him. As his shirt dampened from tears, he watched you begin to calm down against him. All he wanted to do was hold you here forever, keep you warm and gently lull you into a state of peace. Niran loved you, and you could feel that with every brush of his skin against your back.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Author: ArmsShanks

[euhemeria]

Hi this is drunk anon from the last night I am not that much hungover

You do not need to write a long reply at all I loved the cat picture thank you so much, I read your pics whenever I am down so I should really be the one saying thanks :))

I am So happy to hear you are still writing! I was worried maybe you didn't like it anymore or something had happened.. it feels that people can sometimes online not be very thoughtful and so people get discouraged 😔

im glad you werent too hungover!!!

im so glad theyre good to read when ur feeling down 😭💖 this is really the highest compliment u could give me. im so happy my writing can be there for u!!!!

its sweet of u to worry!! thankfully the overwhelming majority of comments ive received have been kind--but honestly even if they werent, a few really kind "this meant something to me" messages outweigh almost anything

& i am DEFINITELY still writing. tbh im never not writing (or at least thinking abt writing). i just havent been posting as much bc i havent had much time for editing and ive been writing kinda personal stuff which i dont necessarily want to explore in fic (or post to ao3, if it is in fic). BUT... one of my best friends and i have a biweekly writing support meeting where we mostly talk abt original writing... and i was lamenting the fact that i havent finished anything lately... so they assigned me to post fic in the next two wks to get me over it. which means im hopefully gonna upload smtg soon!

anyway this was really long but tl;dr THANK YOU and ur welcome to come off anon to say hi if ud like!

& cat tax

[lokiiva]

Deleted fic

Hello I’m writing this as a last resort. I went back to reread a Yeehan fic and found out that it has been deleted. I don’t remember the author nor the fic’s name, but if anyone does please help. The fic is about how hanzo has to start a new form of therapy with Angela for him to start attending mission. They would view a memory from Hanzo’s childhood and talk about it. It dives deep into his back story and why he did what he did and it was super sad. He grows closer to Cassidy and mend his relationship with himself and Genji. I also remember their mom reappearing after years of being on the run.

[nerdstreak]

AUUUUGH INVASION IS SO NICE IM SOAKING UP THE LORE AND READY FOR MORE

[vyrantium]

life got wild and i haven't made much progress on my aloth/watcher fic BUT i'm still madly in love w him......

[utopiandankovsky]

can tell I'm regressing bc I'm wanting to write fan fic again

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t know shit about overwatch. I am not in the over watch fandom I’m in the Junkrat fandom. Which is to say that I have an idea and k really want to write it!!! But I don’t know how. I want to write about Junkrat and Roadhog getting out of junkertown and the outskirts, getting safe and like getting better. Healthy diets, less explodey, no more radiation.

Do you really think Junkrat treats his wounds properly? Do you really think they have the stuff to treat them?

I would love to write it, but I don’t know exactly how it would happen? Why would the two even leave? Why would they ever agree to anything like that? I mean I feel like it would have something to do with Overwatch but idk, I don’t know anything about this fandom.

[night-dark-woods]

ID. digital art of moira adjusting her tie with a focused expression. she is wearing a dress shirt and is lit by warm yellow light. End ID.

my wife

[ovomoy]

Chapter 10 is here! This one focuses on what some of the original characters (the story's villains) are up to. Idk, I don’t write about my fics here, but hope you give it a shot!✨ 

[ovwechoes]

Fluffvember 2024 Masterlist

Under the cut is every post im going to do in the month of November, all sfw & mixed between x reader and char x char!

1st November: Forgiveness / Lifeweaver x Reader 2nd November: Secret Identity / Zenyatta x Reader 3rd November: Rivalmance / Lucio x Junkrat 4th November: Fake Dating / Widowmaker x Sombra 5th November: Exes to Lovers / Ashe x Reader 6th November: Sickness / Baptiste x Cassidy 7th November: Hurt & Comfort / Lucio x Reader 8th November: Historical AU / Mercy x Genji 9th November: Marriage by Convenience / Pharah x Reader 10th November: Trapped Together / Symmetra x Reader 11th November: Blind Date / Mei x Reader 12th November: Homesickness / Juno x Illari 13th November: Nightmares / Genji x Reader 14th November: Past Lives / D.Va x Kiriko 15th November: Childhood AU / Tracer x Reader 16th November: Priest and Nun AU / Cassidy x Reader 17th November: Found Family / Ashe x Widowmaker x Sombra 19th November: Wedding / Moira x Reader 20th November: Long Distance / Mauga x Reader 21st November: Unrequited / Junker Queen x Reader 22nd November: Forbidden Love AU / Ramattra x Reader 23rd November: Drunk Confession / Hanzo x Reader 24th November: First Kiss / Sojourn x Reader 25th November: Training / Brigitte x Reader 26th November: Reunion / Junkrat x Reader 27th November: Jealousy / Moira x Lifeweaver 28th November: Sharing a Bed / Baptiste x Reader 29th November: Mental Health / Zarya x Reader 30th November: Red String of Fate / Juno x Reader

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: When a mission to take out a Talon stronghold goes wrong, Soldier 76 finds himself at the mercy of the Angel of Death.

Author: @w4nderingstarfanfics

[d1s1ntegrated]

shiggy with a s/o who’s equally as much of a loser as him :3 like they probably met in a discord vc (he’s the mod) or a league of legends match and he probably hates them at first and then gets a lil crush on them when they helped him mid-game or smth!!

thank u <3

hi love! i am working on a full-length fic where this is literally the entire plot omgomgomg, i'll post a little snippet here!

its still a wip so it wont be perfect but its first person perspective in this part, and i'm thinking of going back and forth between povs to show shig and readers sides equally.

also, reader is fem/afab, same age as shig, and alt. she has a quirk, too (not a healing one either).

this one does include quirks also! but it doesn't get into them for a bit, just a few convos.

some tags for the work entirely: slow burn, enemies to lovers, dabi x reader, shiggy x reader, reader is Not mentally stable, but no one else is either, the server is all the LOV and some others, incel behavior, boys being gross

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i slide my headset off as we log off for the night and head to my bed, yawning as i climb in. i turn my lamp off and from my bedside table, i hear the infamous chime of discord as my screen lights the room. i groan and roll over, checking the message.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪thx 4 playing tn, u weren't half bad

↪btw sorry for threatening to ban u for posting memes in general

i read the messages slowly and type out my response.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪gg dude, and np.

↪promise i wont spam ur precious server w memes again

↪gn bro

i turn my phone back off and close my eyes, only to hear my phone go off again. i sigh, contemplating on ignoring it, but i lazily grab it anyways.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪would u ever wanna vid call :)

↪u can say no. its ok

i frown at the message for a minute. this is the same guy who, about an hour ago, was screaming at me for not being fast enough in game, calling me a fucking pleb.

but other than that...he was funny. and nice to talk to.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪for sure, we can tmr.

i type out a half-assed response but feel a ping of excitement inside of me. i fall asleep with my phone on my chest, waiting for a reply.

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i wake up around 1pm, the daylight searing through my curtains. i feverishly reach for my phone, only to find it flung off the bed. i drape myself off the side to reach it, eager to read any messages.

i flit through the random notifications, only to find disappointment. i open up discord, wondering if maybe i just fell asleep with my phone on, but there's no response from him. i see him active and type out a message, ultimately deleting it. if he wants to respond, he will.

i haul myself out of bed and head to the shower, leaving my phone behind, slightly jaded knowing i was left on read. i let the warm water wash over me, soaking up the few minutes of peace before i exit and get dressed. i continue ignoring my phone until i hear a ping. i rush over to it, feeling slightly embarrassed that i'm this concerned already. i open discord again, expecting a message from him, but it's not there. instead, a string of messages from someone else sits unopened. my brows furrow and i open the dm confused.

𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚

↪yo

↪u played ovw w us last night right

↪u should play again tn w me, pretty.

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again this is just a snippet >_< but i hope it tickles some anticipation ahhhhhhhhh. ik there isnt a lot sorry ;-;

[jensensfanfic]

NOT JUST THE FLU

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader (romantic) + clay jensen x twin!reader (familial/platonic ofc)

warnings: cursing, vomiting, justin in recovery - mentions of specific drugs, hints of justin's trauma from being on the streets, coughing, lmk if i should add anything else! (i am not an expert on addiction/recovery + symptoms so please don't come @ me)

a/n: here's another fic from my wattpad days. in the original version of this fic, i wrote the reader to be extremely pissed off and annoyed, but in this version they're a lot more understanding and soft

13 REASONS WHY MASTERLIST

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"Anyone home!? Hello?"

As you close the front door, you kick off your boots, shoving them under the radiator to dry. With dripping hair and soaked clothes, you wander into the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet patches on the carpet in your path. You blow our a long, tired breath and head to the fridge for a bottle of water.

You call out again. "Hello!? Mum? Dad? Clay?" You pause for a few seconds, gulping down half of your drink." No? Just me, then. Sweet."

Figuring that you are home alone, you climb the stairs to the bathroom. You take the small pile of fresh pajamas you'd left before school and change into them. As you're drying your dry, you hear some clattering coming from Clay's room, immediately followed by a curse and then what sounds like a window being opened.

"Clay? You're here?" You knock on your brother's bedroom door. "Why didn't you answer me before?"

When you don't get a response, but continue to hear a string of curse words, you turn the handle and go in anyway. Your eyes widen when you see your friend, Tony. Well, just the back of him at least, as he sits on the window and then jumps down.

"The hell..." You charge forward, watching as he picks himself up from where he'd landed. "Tony, what the fuck?!"

Tony stands, brushes dirt from his jeans, and then looks back up. "Clay said you were studying with Jess."

You're at a loss for words as you frown.

"He said you'd be out late."

"What? I– we got done early. But that doesn't answer my question. What the fuck? Why were you in Clay's room alone?"

"Uh– not alone..." You turn around at his words and your eyes widen further upon seeing Justin Foley laying on your brother's couch, snoring.

How had you completely missed him lying there?

"Tony! Seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"Clay will explain. I have to go." With that, Tony gets into his car and drives away promptly, leaving you confused.

You shake your head in disbelief, then slide the window shut and turn to Justin. You walk over and give him a small shove.

"Justin? Hey..."

Justin wakes instantly, looking around the room, probably for Clay, but when he only sees you, he sits up and looks worried. "Um..."

"Can you please explain to me why the fuck you are in my house, drooling all ovwe my brother's couch?"

Justin opens him mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Clay arrives in the doorway to his room. "Shit! Crap. Uh– I can explain all of this."

"What on earth, Clay? Did you, like... smuggle him in here. Do mom and dad know?"

"They don't, and... kind of. I mean, yes. Yes, I did."

"And Tony was here because?"

"Tony was watching him while I was out."

Justin coughs. "Ugh, I told you, I don't need a babysitter."

You and Clay respond simultaneously. "Shut up."

You shake your head, confused. "Why would Tony need to babysit him?"

Clay looks down at Justin, who looks up at you before opening his mouth to speak. "I– uh– it's–"

"He's sick." Clay interrupts him. "He has the flu. Yeah. I brought him back to help Jessica with the trial and everything... but he's sick, so he's been staying here."

"Why does he need to be here just because he's sick?" You drop your shoulders, mouth hanging open slightly. You sit down on Clay's bed. "How long has he been here?"

Clay gulps before answering. "A few days."

"For real? I mean, what the hell, Clay? You've had Justin Foley in your room for a few days, and you didn't tell me? Are you completely crazy, or am I a total dumbass for not even noticing?"

Clay sighs. "Look, I'm sorry. But we can't risk him being seen."

You rest your head on your hand. "This is crazy."

"I know, okay? Just please... don't tell mom and dad."

Clay gives you his classic, wide-eyed, pleading face. The one he makes when he wants a favour from you, or if he's done something wrong and needs you to cover for him. He thinks it works, but, honestly, it never has.

However, thinking about it, you decide you would rather not face your parents after they find out this... secret. You can imagine their faces and the questions and the yelling they would do, directed at you and Clay. Since now, you have been involved.

"Yeah. Okay, fine." You chuckle. "Can you imagine what they'd say?"

Clay smiles and nods, and then sits down on the end of his bed next to you. "I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you right away."

"Forget it. Does he have medication?"

Justin shakes a small bottle of pills and points to the bottles of meds and water on the table.

"Great."

You feel before you see Clay tense a little, and you look st him with a quirked brow. "What now?"

"You are going to absolutely hate me for this, and I won't blame you if you do, but Tony, um... he can't skip school again tomorrow. Do you think you could– well, you know."

"You want me to watch him? You're serious?"

"Please. Just this once. I'll make sure you don't have to again. I'll figure something else out."

You huff. "Fine. I have first two periods free, so only until then."

"Thank you." Clay nudges your shoulder and smiles. "You're the best twin a brother could ask for."

"I know." You smile back at your brother, and then both of your eyes widen at each other when you hear Justin hiccup and then cough.

"Oh, God!" You try to grab the waste bin quickly, but Justin has vomited all the carpet before you can reach him.

—☆—

You sigh loudly when your phone rings again. "Jesus Christ!"

Justin tries to look over your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Clay... again."

You type a message back to your brother and then slide your phone onto the desk without looking. "He's demanding an update. Like, I'm sorry I forgot, I was sort of in the middle of cleaning up snotty tissues and your favourite vomit-covered shoes, bro."

Justin laughs. "Yeah, oops on that one, he's gonna be pissed."

"Most definitely."

"You have to admit, taking care of me isn't that bad?" Justin smirks.

"What makes you think that? It's gross."

"C'mon, Jensen." Justin smirks, his voice cocky as he explaisn. "Jeff told me."

"Told you what?" You ask, hoping Jeff Atkins really didn't let slip your secret."

"He told me what you said. That you thought I was 'hot', and I quote, 'as fuck'."

Ugh, Jeff.

You figure there isn't much point in denying it. You did find Justin attractive, and you weren't ashamed to think that. However, you do spin a tiny fib and pretend like your little crush on Justin is old news.

"Well... that was after that one night when you were fighting with Zach outside Hannah's party. You were having the time of your life, and so was I while checking you out."

"Oh, really?" Justin beams, and the smile looks strange against his sickly, exhausted looking face.

"How can you be this cocky and... flirty while simultaneously looking like you currently do."

Justin's mouth falls open. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... you really, really look the part of a sick person right now."

"Thanks?" He says, then makes you jump when he blurts out, "Shit, I'm fucking freezing!"

"I gave you three blankets!"

Justin shrugs. "I'm still cold."

"It's probably your fever." You sigh. "Be right back."

You quickly go to your own room and take the duvet from your bed.

"Here." Back in Clay's room, you throw the duvet over Justin, who takes it gratefully and pulls it around himself.

He frowns, surprised by the kind gesture, given that most of your shared time together, you'd been grumpy and impatient to leave.

"Thank you. But won't you need this yourself?"

"You want me to take it back?"

"No." He holds up his hand in defence. "I'm good, I'm good."

It's silent for a little while, so when Justin coughs again, it makes you look over at him. For the first time since you'd discovered him in your home last night, you actually take in his face properly.

You notice his eyes first. They're bloodshot, tired-looking, with little brusie-like circles underneath. His face isn't just pale; it's almost grey, and upon squinting at his hands for a few moments, you realise they are shaking.

Looking down at his medication, you see that not all of them are even meant to be taken for a 'flu'.

You stand up, frowning, and Justin follows your movements as you spot a fold tucked under Clay's desk, and lean down to pick it up. Before you can read it, Justin coughs, and you're certain it's fake; done in order to distract you.

"What am I going to find in here, Justin?" You plop back down onto the bed with the folder, and place it on your lap. "What isn't Clay telling me?"

Justin pulls the blankets tighter around himself. "Nothing, I–"

"You look awful. Like, worse than the flu awful. You're all lying to me, aren't you? You, Clay, and Tony." You roll your eyes when Justin doesn't respond. "Look, just tell me. Please. I promise you, whatever it is, I'll still keep my mouth shut. I just want to know what I'm really dealing with here."

You're about to push further when your phone rings again. You groan loudly. Answering it, you ignore Clay's questions and mutter, "Call me back in 20."

You hang up and throw your phone to the side. "So?"

Justin closes his eyes. "Just open that dumbass folder Clay made."

You do as he says, eyes widening when you read the first line on the first page inside. You read it aloud, "'Detoxing From Heroin.' What and what not– Justin, what–" You blow out a breath, taking a minute to let your anger fade, the feeling being replaced by concern and confusion. "What happened to you? After you left..."

Something in Justin's eyes shift. He suddenly seems scared, shy, maybe even a little ashamed. "I–" His voice cracks. "When I left–"

"Don't answer that." You quickly move to kneel beside him, leaning up on the couch and laying a hand over one of his. "Okay? You don't have to."

"Hm. Thanks." He relaxes and turns his hand, so that he can interlace his fingers with yours. When you don't pull away, and instead, squeeze his hand back, he smirks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, amazed by how quickly he seems to be able to change his entire mood.

"Because I knew it."

"Ugh. What?"

"You still like me, don't you?"

"Shut up, Foley." You pick up the folder again, opening it up to the page on medication. "Okay, what did you take before I got here?"

Justin doesn't answer right away, he just watches you flipping through the folder and mutters to himself. "Yeah, you still like me."

—☆—

Later that day, when Tony arrives to switch with you, Clay comes home too. You give them both an ear-bashing before leaving the house and heading back to school.

—☆—

A few days pass, and when you're walking to the shower one night, you hear Tony, ranting to Justin about how he needs to be somewhere else. You don't quite hear the what's and where's, or who's, but before you can even think about it, you push open the door.

"Go, Tony. If you need to. I've got it tonight."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm free, so go ahead."

"Okay." He pats you on the shoulder as he leaves the room. "Thank you."

You go and sit next to Justin on the floor, where's he got his knees tucked up against his chest, and his arms wrapped around them, shivering. "You're back. Thought you told Clay that you weren't gonna help after the other night."

"Yeah, well, I lied, I guess."

He smiles sweetly, and then you sigh to yourself for showing how much you really care for Justin, when you squeeze his knee. He looks up, confused, and then you turn your hand, palm up and nod.

Justin takes your hand once again, and then Justin lays his head on your shoulder. You lay your own against his.

"This is nice." He whispers.

"Yeah... until you throw up again."

Justin snort-laughs; and what you don't see is that at that moment, Clay arrives home. He looks in on you both, surprise making him leave you alone as he walks back downstairs, mumbling to himself.

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