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gamma-gal-24 · 2 years ago

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Hey shawty 😏

Hooooow abouuutttt 💗 from the kiss prompts for tank or Bradley 👀

You're welcome 💜✨️

AHHHHHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG- I COULDN'T DECIDE BETWEEN MY BABIES!!😭💞 Ended up going with Tank for this one since Bradley got the spotlight for the last one. And let's face it, poor sweet Tank doesn't get NEARLY enough attention!❤❤❤ So, without further ado, here is the long awaited fluff! ^^

TANK x STELLA Kiss drabble ask~

💗: Slow kiss/ Gentle kiss/ inevitable/ soft

It had been such a long, busy week.

The X-Games Qualifier, big exams, extra hours at work- Anything that could have prevented Tank and Stella from seeing each other ended up piled on them all at once. Needless to say, they felt just a teensy bit depraved. And Tank’s bad mood made it all the more obvious to everyone around him.

“Tank, buddy, if your face looked any pissier I’d have to call a janitor.” Bradley teased, half-grinning. The two boys marched on through the crowded hallways, finally free from their last class until tomorrow. Usually, such a break was something they looked forward to, but Tank wasn’t in the mood. The only thing he wanted was busy at work- pouring coffee for pretentious hipsters at the diner down the road. All he cared about was seeing his Stella.

“Sorry, Bradley… I was just thinkin’ bout-” He was cut off there, his friend raising a hand to silence him. Brad had that sly, all-knowing grin he wore so often. In this instance, it only made Tank’s frown deepen. “Yeah, I know, you’re thinking about your little girlfriend. Why don’t you just go pick her up? Take her out or something. Anything but sit around pouting another day.” Bradley chuckled, his stride quickening ever so slightly.

Tank huffed, a sound likened to a bulldog snorting. “If I could I would, but Stella’s been filling in for this chick at work… She’s been stuck there all week. She barely had time to watch the qualifier the other day.” He gave another pitiful look, his own words making him feel all the more lonely. “ I miss her, man.”

Bradley’s smirk softened to a smile. Never had he ever seen big, tough Tank this down. He couldn't help but feel just a little bit like a big brother, an experience he was never allowed in reality. “Aww, your poor thing!~” He jeered, lightly patting the bigger man on the back, earning him another grouchy look. “Look, just go up to the diner and see her for a little while! Order a coffee and ask her when she gets off! It’s not that hard. Just for the love of all things holy, quit moping.” At last, a laugh was drawn from the gruff skateboarder. Liking the ideas he was being given and feeling a bit more like himself, he gave Bradley what was supposed to be a light slap on the back. Said boy yelped as he was suddenly pushed forward, almost losing his balance in an attempt to keep from kissing the floor.

“Yeah, I can do that! Thanks man, I’ll see ya later.” Tank grinned, slipping past and away, leaving his friend to dust himself off and glare daggers at his back.

Half shoving his way through the throngs of students and professors, Tank made his way out the university building. If he kept a decent pace, he could walk to the diner in about half an hour. That wouldn’t be so bad. He’d waited all week, what was another thirty minutes? Now if only he had his skateboard with him, then he could probably cut it down to ten- if he ran into a couple pedestrians. Stella wouldn’t be happy about that though. He chuckled to himself at the thought of her scolding him. He could just picture her little arms crossing over her chest, her face trying and failing to look stern as she’d look up nearly a foot and a half to meet his eyes. ‘What a little Squirt-’ He thought fondly.

With his destination in mind and his heart set on seeing her more than ever, Tank set off to go see his girl. All the way there he imagined the smile she’d give him when he’d arrive- giddy and giggly as ever. Golly how she could giggle. Seemed like that was half of her language some days. But Tank didn’t mind. On the contrary- that chirpy, bubbly sound had become one of his favorite things. Nothing made him feel like more of a man than getting that girl to laugh for him. It just made him feel all warm and mushy inside. Oh and that voice- As much as she told him she loved his deep rumble, he absolutely adored her high, yippy drawl. Just hearing her talk made him smile.

Just thinking about her talking made him smile now.

The half hour walk went quickly with his mind wandering the way it had. Before he knew it, his sneakers had stopped just outside Stella’s workplace. The sidewalk outside was covered in chalk doodles, inviting people to stay or to try the new flavors of pie. Tank snorted back a chuckle, knowing exactly who had been tasked with creating such advertisements. Messing around with chalk was one of Stella’s favorite things to do when the weather was nice.

He took one last moment to run a large hand through his thick, ginger hair before stepping inside. It didn’t do a thing to make it less messy, but he didn’t know or care in the slightest. Tank was many things, but vain wasn’t one of them. He cared very little about the way he- or anybody else for that matter- looked. All he cared about in that very moment was picking his girlfriend out of the crowd.

And that he did.

Tucked away beside a little corner booth was his Stella, notepad in hand as she took one of her regular’s order. That big big heart in Tank’s big big chest gave a little lurch at the sight of her. Her orangey-pink hair was falling out of it’s loose bun- a product of a long day’s work- and her apron was stained beyond cleaning. Not that Tank minded. If anything, he liked seeing her all mussed and messy. It made her seem just a little more real.

Considering his size compared to everybody else in the diner, Tank stood out just a little too much for him to go unnoticed for very long. After just a moment, Stella had spotted him by the door. Just as he’d imagined, she lit up like a little Christmas tree as soon as she saw him. All of a sudden her job was put on hold. The only thing she cared about was giving her loverboy a hug.

“Tank! What are you doing here, silly boy! I thought you had classes until four today!” She giggled, throwing her arms as far around him as she could, her face resting just under his pecs. The size difference was comical to anyone watching. Tank was quick to scoop her up and crush her in an embrace, his perfect boom of a laugh almost echoing off the diner walls. “I DID, Sweetheart- It’s like five o’clock now!”

“What?!” Stella shrieked suddenly, peeling away to look him in the face. “That can’t be right! I was supposed to be off at four thirty! Why did nobody tell me?” Tank’s dark eyes went wide, surprised and mildly peeved for poor Stella’s sake. “That’s a good question-” He shot a dirty glance to the owner standing behind the counter. Suddenly Mr. Clancy had other places to be, quickly scurrying off like a rat to avoid Tank’s glare. Tank scoffed, shaking his head. Oh how he hated cowards like that.

“C’mon, Doll. I don’t think anybody will mind if you head out now that the boss man ain’t starin’ ya down. You don’ have to be here any longer.” He said, setting Stella back on her feet and ruffling her messy, frizzy hair. That earned him one of those laughs he liked so much. “I like that plan. I’ve been here since six this morning; I’m beat!”

Chuckling, Tank leaned down and brushed her bangs off to the side, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. There were very few things that Tank did with such care. Gentle typically wasn’t ever a word used to describe him. But for his Stella, he’d do his very best.

Lucky for him, that was all she could ever ask for.

So, without even a glance back, the smiling couple left the diner hand in hand. They didn’t know where they were headed and frankly neither one cared. They got to spend time together at long last, and that was all that mattered.

#*SOBS* OUGH I LOVE TANK SO MUCH!!!😭💞💓💞😭#Thank you SO SO much for the ask Rae!!#MWAH YOU'RE THE BESTEST ILY!!#I HOPE YOU'RE DOING AWESOMELY!!!#selfship drabbles #selfship asks #TANK x STELLA #oc x canon

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temporarilyunspokensneezes · 2 years ago

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11 16 17 for the asks?

Ahhhhhh thank you for the ask!! I'm so sorry this is so late, it's a nightmare to try and do asks on my phone with trying to go back and forth between the prompt and the response and I never think about using tumblr on my laptop. Excuses aside, here you go!

11: masked snz: yes or no?

Mostly yes! It's nice cuz then even irl the contagion is contained so you don't have to worry about any irl ick factors. In art/fics it's extra fun to have the added effects of the poor sneezer having the mess trapped and nothing to do about it >:)

16: quick! pick one: noseblowing vs letting it all flow

Ahhh this is hard! Irl probably nose blowing because for some reason I do NOT like mess when it's still attached to someone's face. (Color plays a big role too, for some reason clear mess is okay but anything green/etc is a big ick for me.) In fics and fanart though mess is delicious and the futility of trying to sniffle away or ignore the flooding mess >:)

17: what’s your opinion on nose hooks? So I wasn't exactly sure what was meant by nose hooks, I had assumed it was referring to like septum piercings but uh....google showed me something completely different and BDSM-esque and I can't say I'm a fan. Probably not for me. I'm more a fan of the snz rather than the nose itself.

Thank you again for the ask!!

#asks #my asks #snz #snz kink #snz asks #my post

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uncleskyrule · 9 months ago

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AHHHHHH I FINALLY GOT TO READ IT AND ASKDHAJSJHL

*composes self* Yknow what, how about I just paste all the semi-coherent thoughts i typed out while reading this?

Oof the POETRY of the opening… and the pain… your writing is just so *chef's kiss*

Four knowing what it's like to put on that mask of maturity/put-togetherness!!!

Honestly I just can't believe this is a gift for ME. I just laughed in disbelief at seeing "Sky, Legend, and himself". Like, I know that those three were one of my prompts but I just feel so loved 😭😭

“Since Twilight” Oh Sky, oh my dear poor Sky

And Legend had noticed Sky's suffering too!! Of COURSE he would

Oh man my heart is HURTing for Sky. The misplaced guilt! Ngl I don't blame him bc I would feel the same but no!!! It's not your fault!!

"But he embraces the Skyloftian as though it is no price to pay. As though he has done so before." My sorrow has turned to joy and I'm smiling SO hard now. For some reason I've felt like Four and Legend would be the ones who Sky could find a special kind of comfort in. To see you write them in that way makes my heart go !!!!!!!!!!

"In the arms of his brothers." STOP IM SOBBING (delighted)

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My goodness, this is just such a wonderful birthday gift. Thank you so much for putting so much love and effort and time into this. Not for the first time for your fics, this one came at the right moment for me. As you know, these past days have been extremely busy for me, and last night was Not one of my "good" sleeps. I had to fight to keep myself awake/focused enough to get things done, and I'm exhausted.

But then, I finally got to read this. Like Sky, I'm still carrying my burdens, but this fic is like a hug from God through your beautiful, comforting words.

I want to say more but it's late and I've run out of writing spoons, so just, thank you. So much.

@uncleskyrule happy belated birthday!!! Thank you so much for your patience while I wrote this! I hope it's worth the wait!

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Four knows what sleep deprivation looks like.

He’s seen it spelled out on his grandfather’s face when long days turn his usual joviality to melancholy exhaustion and draws the shadows of half moons beneath his eyes.

He’s seen it painted across Dot’s beautiful features after an arduous night when the memories resurface, memories of a leering crimson eye, of claims to possession hanging heavy over her, of cages and darkness and smothering magic.

He’s seen it shadowed across his own face too, when the battles within and without grow to be too much, darkening his features, drawing them thin, sucking the youthful fat from his cheeks, the light from his eyes.

And he’s seen it…on the faces of his brothers.

On Time’s when the moon is full. On Twilight’s when a quiet twilight falls and skeletal trees whisper in tongues known only to some. On Wild’s when the amnesia recedes, Warriors’ when phantom lips press across his cheek, Wind’s after he awakens screaming his sister’s name. On Hyrule’s when he gives too much, Legend’s when the adventures he never speaks of tell their tale in his petrified cries at night…

And now on, Sky’s.

Some may find it strange for a man who can drift off practically anywhere to suffer from fatigue. Add to that uncanny ability, Sky’s penchant for seeming one of the most mature of their little group, the most…put together.

But Four is well acquainted with the deceptions someone can tell through demeanor alone. He himself has been dubbed mature, put together, responsible. And while, yes, those labels are true (Four would certainly be cross if people decided to start dubbing him childish or, Hylia forbid, a disaster as they call some more unruly children in his Hyrule), the lie rests in the assumptions they bring about.

Beliefs of invincibility and impervious spirit. Beliefs that there is no need to be gentle or kind, no need to offer respite or lighten the load.

It is the same fate their leader suffers so often, the same Warriors and Twilight sometimes crumble beneath. Suffering silently, yet always strong. So strong.

And Sky…

Sky hides it better than anyone.

Four is uncertain whether or not he is the only one who notices his distress. Perhaps, he is.

It doesn’t matter though. In fact, if he is the only one who has taken note of it then it is all the more important that he do something before Sky’s inevitable collapse.

But life never makes things simple. And in the end, he’s too late.

It has happened too many times now — a portal that separates the heroes into mismatched groups. Four thinks that perhaps, after his near defeat at the combined hands of the champion and the rancher the Shadow is attempting to be more careful.

More conniving. More vicious.

Attack first and you won’t be defeated. Such is the attitude of wild animals and beasts. More than likely, the Shadow shares it too.

This would explain why in addition to splitting the heroes up, this portal also dumps them right onto a battlefield.

Or at least, it does for Sky, Legend, and himself. Four can’t be sure what the others are facing. But he can only pray it isn’t a sand-drenched dungeon packed with redeads and stalfos.

The unearthly screeches of the emaciated corpses fill his ears as he fights, teeth gritted, heart pounding. It’s all the three heroes can do to stay out of reach of their paralyzing cries.

Back up to escape one beast and you nearly collide with the mad swing of a stalfos’ claymore.

Four winces as the very tip of a blade slices across his left arm and leaves an angry gash in its wake.

That’s going to need a bit of potion to remedy.

Beside him, Legend growls what sounds like a curse as he plunges his hand into his pouch and retrieves a fire rod. He brings it in a sweeping horizontal arc. In a blaze of blistering heat, a group of the monsters fall.

“Well done,” Four says with a breathless smirk. He plunges his sword into the gaping chest cavity of one of the stalfos still struggling for survival on the darkened floorboards. With a raspy exhale, it dissolves into ash. “I think you just turned the battle in our favor.”

“I’d better have,” Legend huffs. “The sooner we get rid of these things, the sooner we can get out of here.” He screws up his face in a grimace. More monsters crumple beneath his skilled hands. “It smells like death.”

It does, indeed, Four thinks as, finally, the last of the monsters fall. The stench of it hangs heavy, permeating the thick darkness that surrounds them, wafting from the thin threads of light carrying from faltering torches.

But now that the battle is over they can focus on escape. Hopefully, to a place where it proves easier to breathe.

He sheathes his sword, glances around. The gash on his arm throbs and the various bruises and smaller cuts he earned join in its stomach-churning beat. Still, it could have gone far worse.

“We all okay?” Legend asks, bangs falling into his face as he replaces his fire rod.

“Yes,” Four says. “How about you…Sky?”

His voice pitches an octave higher as he catches sight of the Skyloftian, turning the question almost into an exclamation.

The knight lies crumpled where he had stood mere moments before. The Master Sword lies fallen beside him, his cape flows over him like a blanket of snow. His breath comes in shuddering gasps that grate upon Four’s ears as he races to his side.

“Sky!”

He shakes him, slightly, and hazy blue orbs flutter open. Sky groans.

“What happened?” Legend drops down beside him, panic in his voice and a half-empty potion bottle in his hand. “Did a monster get him?”

Four shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” A quick inspection provides no sign of blood or other injury. But Sky’s face is ashen and he shudders as though in the throes of fever. “Sky, are you hurt?”

“N-not hurt.” Sky curls his fingers into a fist, as though attempting to gather strength. “J-just…just…” He swallows, tries to drag himself up, and nearly collapses again. It’s only Four and Legend’s quick movement that keeps him upright. “‘M fine.”

“Like hell you are!” Legend’s eyes are blazing with emotion now. “Sky, what happened?”

Sky shudders again. He glances down at the trembling hands he has folded into one, white-knuckled fist. There is a certain helplessness in the look.

“I dunno,” he croaks. “Was fighting and the room start-started swirling.” He curls in on himself further, and Four wonders if the next shaky exhale brings tears with it. His voice is very small. “I just-just fell.”

“And you didn’t have the strength to get back up,” Four says, solemnly. An idea is already forming in his head, a confirmation of what he has witnessed these past few hellish weeks.

I should’ve acted sooner.

But there had been fights both in and out of the group, and injuries and secrets unveiled. There had been discussions long overdue, restorations to be made in the face of pain and sorrow. And he, he had been in the midst of it all.

Between explaining the Four Sword and its powers and making up with Wild, he just hadn’t found the time…

“You haven’t been sleeping, Sky…have you?”

Now, Sky raises his head, glazed eyes focusing unsteadily on Four. Slowly, he shakes his head.

Legend blows out a sigh. He sits down beside Four and brings a dusty hand over his sweaty brow.

“Sleep deprivation? Yeah, that’ll do it. How long haven’t you been sleeping?”

Sky swallows. A beat passes, then another. The oppressive feel of death begins to crowd in on Four again. He struggles to breathe beneath it.

Then, “Since Twilight,” Sky whispers, and Four’s heart plummets to the depths of his stomach.

Legend’s hand falls to his lap with more viciousness than defeat. His face screws up in an expression that toes the line between sorrowful and intensely irritated. “I knew something was up! I knew it! I should’ve — ”

“Couldn’t have done anything,” Sky croaks, leaning further into Four’s touch. A small smile quirks his lips. “Was me that should-should’ve d-done something in the…in the first place.”

Legend’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

Sky looks back down at his hands.

Another theory is beginning to form in Four’s mind now, joining with the previous one, enlarging it, and embellishing it until things start to make sense. A theory born out of something Sky has said before, a snippet he had overheard and tossed aside in favor of giving his full attention to fighting the Yiga that had taken Wild captive.

“I’m sorry, champion,” the Skyloftian had said as he had helped Warriors tend to the boy’s wounds. “I was late…again. I’m sorry.”

“You blame yourself.” Four measures the words carefully, speaking each one with intricate precision. Lest he step in the wrong place and cause them all to plummet. “You blame yourself for what happened to Twilight.”

Sky lifts his bloodshot eyes. A tear wells in one of them then spills over to slither gracefully down his cheek.

“Why would you blame yourself?” Legend asks, even as comprehension burns in his violet irises. “It’s not your fault the rancher got hit. You weren’t even near him when it happened!”

“I was near enough.” Sky’s voice is quieter than ever now, more like a whisper than anything else. “I know the skyward strike. I could’ve hit that…that thing if I’d been…b-been faster.” His breath hitches. But to Four it sounds defeated more than panicked. “I was late and he paid for it. I’m a-always…”

He curls in on himself, weighed down by exhaustion, shuddering with pain and sorrow. Legend looks at Four and Four looks at Legend. Then, slowly, together they reach out and draw Sky into their arms.

It’s strange. Four hadn’t taken Legend for someone willing to show physical affection freely. But he embraces the Skyloftian as though it is no price to pay. As though he has done so before.

Long nights. A shuddering sob. Soft feet dressed in boots with wings adorning their sides. Whispers in the dark that exhaustion muddles before Four can make them out. Amethyst eyes staring from over a hazy cloud of silken white. Sliding shut as a larger form huddles deeper into an embrace.

Sky shivers again and Legend holds him tighter.

“It’s not your fault,” Four murmurs, pouring every ounce of confidence he possesses into those words and praying that it is enough. “It’s not your fault, Sky. You did everything you could do for him. There’s nothing else you could have done.”

Sky doesn’t reply.

They hold him, whispering assurances, as his tears wet their tunics and his fatigued body quakes beneath the burden he forces it to carry. They hold him until, at last, in the murky darkness, surrounded by carcasses of monsters and piles of resting sand, he drifts off.

In the arms of his brothers.

#<3<3<3<3 #btw you know that you're one of my fave fanfic authors right??#this is SUCH a gift you have no idea #i wanna work really hard to make your bday gift awesome too!!#also idk if you came up with an ao3 title but what about #''brothers-in-arms''?#if you haven't used that title for anything already #*#lu fic #lu sky #lu legend #lu four #fic rec #reyna's ramblings #gifts for reyna #fics for reyna #adrift-in-thyme #i always forget to tag blogs on here #need to remember

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zeawesomebirdie · 1 year ago

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Could we know more about

-> please God, not like this (MASH)

that sounds sooo angstty 👀

[WIP Tag Game]

Thank you so much for the ask Astro!!!

Ahhhhhh okay okay, I was going to say it's not actually as angsty as it sounds, but it definitely has a lot of angst! It's for the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt "Over the Shoulder Carry," and I decided to step out of my usual blood and guts and write a sickfic!!

It takes place during season 1 of MASH, and it starts out with Hawkeye, Trapper, Oliver, and Radar playing poker and drinking way too much after far too long a day of meatball surgery. Hawkeye isn't drinking nearly as much as everyone else; he wanted to take advantage of the other Swamprats being drunk to really appreciate Radar being beautiful (plus, someone has to take care of the others when they all start hurling, it's not like the others are showing any signs of stopping any time soon and it may as well be him and not Frank)

The angst comes in when Radar just vomits all over their cards, and then there's the pining from Hawkeye and his trying to be discrete about his affections while he carries Radar to the showers and helps him get cleaned up. And then Hawkeye has to figure out how to keep him from choking to death on his own vomit before morning, so the obvious solution is to take Radar back to the Swamp and let him sleep in his bed, regardless of what Frank has to say about that!

This fic is actually almost almost finished, I'm a good quarter into the second draft at this point

And so, may I present a snippet below the cut!! The only content warning for this is that I have no idea how much money was worth during the Korean War and it's something I will be fixing before I post it, so for now just uhh ignore the fact that that's a lot of money for the stakes

“Five,” Trapper said, a chuckle in his voice and a dopey grin playing across his lips.

Oliver snorted and threw his cards face down on the table. “I’m out.”

Radar groaned, his brow lowering further as his fingers tightened on his cards. Now held captive by the beauty across from him, Hawkeye could only stare as Radar drew his bottom lip between his teeth, and oh, what he wouldn’t give to be the one biting that lip! The spell broke only a moment later when Radar huffed and tossed his hand down as well.

“Well, Hawk?” Trapper asked, inclining his head even as he raised his glass for a sip.

“You can’t rush greatness,” Hawkeye shot back.

He raised his cards to give the impression of deep thought, training his eyes on them as though that would somehow release his very soul from wanting nothing more than to be on the other side of the table himself. Just past his cards, Radar began to tilt to one side, and Hawkeye glanced up just long enough to see the kid collapse in his arms on the table. Well then. At least his temptress would be out of commission long enough to let him play this hand.

And with that, he fixed Trapper with his own shit-eating grin and threw his own scrip into the pot.

“Five more,” he said, relishing in the teasing glare Trapper shot back at him, “you got anything better?”

“Oh honey, you know I do,” Trapper taunted, that smile never leaving his face.

But naturally the man had to take his sweet time considering his hand oh so carefully before anteing up any further, and Hawkeye allowed himself the pleasure of turning back to Radar. The poor kid was drunk as a skunk—his head buried in the crook of his elbow, his shoulders slumped up to his ears, his hat halfway off his head. If Hawkeye was honest with himself—and he did, truly try to be—he would give up this entire poker game if it meant he could go take care of Radar just then. That was out of the question, of course. One does not make a single, solitary move away from the poker table in the middle of a hand, not when one has a reputation on the line, even if those he’s playing with have had so much to drink they won’t remember this in the morning.

“Five more,” Trapper announced to the table at large, tossing his scrip onto the table.

Hawkeye couldn’t resist fixing Trapper with a look of mock surprise as he asked, “five more?”

Trapper, to his credit, just rolled his eyes, not without a smile, and gestured at the pot with his fan of cards. “Unless you can do better.”

“Hurry it up ladies,” Oliver interrupted, not even giving Hawkeye the opportunity to respond himself, “this ain’t bridge. We ain’t got all night.”

#tag game #hawkeye/radar #thanks again for the ask!!#this fic low key haunts me #i mean they all do lmao #but this one man.#it manifested in my scrivener file sometime during my watching season 3 #and i have been plugging away on it consistently up until very recently #it will be done one day!!!#ahhhh the formatting went wonky after i posted 😭#im sorry to anyone who saw it before the cut was in the right spot

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stygicniron · 3 years ago

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@freedmfighter asked:

can u do a drabble about nicos thoughts when percy and him went to the river styx

A Dip in the River Styx

Putting most of the skeletons in the House of Hades to sleep did a number on him. Granted, commanding spirits to rest wasn’t as tiring as, say, shadow traveling across country, but it definitely wasn’t easy, and he could barely keep himself upright as he and Percy finally arrived at the edge of the River Styx. He wouldn’t have made the journey if not for Mrs. O’Leary shuttling them most of the way across the Underworld, and even then he still needed an ambrosia square to keep him from taking an urgent nap.

It almost made him forget that Percy hated him now. Almost. He wanted to keep protesting that he didn’t know what his father had in mind, that Nico tried to make his father promise that Percy wouldn’t come to any harm, but he knew deep down that those were lies. Nico wanted to find out what happened to his mother, who she was, and he had let Hades use that knowledge to convince him that Percy would be fine. Nico really was a dumb as Hades said, and the bitter taste of the knowledge danced on the back of his tongue along with the weird sensation in his chest whenever he thought about Percy.

Sorry, Achilles, Nico mentally apologized to the spirit as the ghost appeared to warn away Percy. He was pretty sure the Greek hero made the same speech before to Luke, although obviously he hadn’t seen it for himself, and the guy looked heartbroken when Percy refused to listen too. Nico liked Achilles, he’d mellowed since he fought during the Trojan War, and Nico licked his lips uncertainly. If Achilles was worried...

“Percy, maybe he’s right.” “This was your idea.” “I know, but now that we’re here--”

But Nico burned through any kind of advice-following that Percy might have believed long ago, probably right about the same time the Furies appeared to take them to the House of Hades.

Either way, Percy plunged into the River Styx, and the rushing of the water filled Nico ears, his breath choking in his throat. Gods above and below, he killed Percy, Nico thought frantically, rushing to the edge of the river only as the water seemed to buckle and hiss, a wave reaching up to almost hit his face if he hadn’t thrown himself away from the edge. Oh gods, oh gods, he couldn’t even see Percy anymore, the demigod’s outline going vague underneath the frothing river, and Nico’s thoughts swirled just as rapidly and horribly around his mind. What had he done?

A cold thudding in his chest, a dread seizing his soul that he had killed the son of Poseidon just like his father wanted gripped his core. He would have to save the world, he would have to face Kronos. He would have to face all the other demigods for what he’d done. He’d killed Percy. The last thought was the bitterest of all, the sensation in his chest throbbing with each beat of his heart. He’d killed a hero, a good person, someone meant for so much bigger things than drowning in the Styx. Someone who only hated him now.

But time unlocked and Percy burst from the water, his skin raw like it had been burned, and Nico scrambled to his feet, gaping at the demigod, stuttering something about his damaged skin. “Do you feel stronger?” he managed to ask, thankful that at least his mouth was working even as his mind spun. Percy was alive! He was alive after a dip in the Styx! Which meant--

Only for Nico’s father to reappear at the worst possible moment, fully armed with a ghostly Roman legion cohort and British musketeers. Hardly having time to even protest before Hades called the attack, Nico watched in first horror and then amazement as the ghosts dissolved under Percy’s blade. The musket balls had to have hit him, right? Nico knew the weapons weren’t accurate, but Percy was at point blank range, and yet Nico didn’t see a scratch on his skin.

Percy was a true hero now, a voice in the back of Nico’s mind rattled, one that still played Mythomagic and kept an encyclopedic memory of all the cards, and he was going to save us. Percy even pinned Hades in the fight only for the god to disappear from his grip.

“Go back to your father. Tell him he owes me for letting him go.”

Percy wanted Nico to stay in the Underworld and he might as well have punched him in the gut. Percy didn’t trust Nico anymore, that was the end of it. He might have said it was to try to convince Hades to join the fight against Kronos, but Nico knew that wasn’t the case. His throat twisted cruelly and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep his emotions contained. Fine, he would stay back. It wasn’t like any of the other demigods trusted him either. And maybe he could just keep living on the false hope of finding out more about his mother. He didn’t have anything else to look forward to anyway.

#freedmfighter #drabbles #☠ ▌ ａｎｄｔｈｅｏｌｙｍｐｉａｎｓ ( pjo. )#visit to the River Styx #=']#i reread the relevant portions of tlo for this #and oof #thank you for the prompt though ahhhhhh

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its-elvie-innit · 4 years ago

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Pspsps, talk about the angst of Ranboo also getting hurt by rain... oh fuck would I get hurt by rain?

I think that endermen have this sort of panic-driven hydrophobia that causes them to go into fight or flight, because originally [before they were in the end] their fur had natural oils that kept them from overhydrating, but after years in the end, since their forms are primarily made of the water-soluable proteins in chorus fruit, the materials needed to produce these oils have become scarce and the oils themselves aren’t truly needed for everyday life. Therefore, they’re very susceptible to water.

Any good friend would have an umbrella for their endermen buddy on hand!!

i uh...also wrote a thing :]

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Ranboo spawning into the server for the first time and immediately screaming in agony as both halves of his body light up red, blindly panic-warping places until he ends up distraught in a desert with ender-ash burnt onto his skin and eyelashes.

Ranboo who stumbles into a random house during a sudden rainshower and uncomfortably asks philza for an umbrella or some sort of wood plank to build himself a dry pathway [philza shakes his head and instead leads the kid to his spare room with a promise that he can stay as long as he needs- phil isn’t told why Ranboo hates rain so much but it’s not hard to infer]

Ranboo getting an invite to Tommys post-exile beach party and staying on the grass the entire time, not even wearing sunscreen because of the water content. Nikki, who doesn’t necessarily like the water but who doesn’t feel pain when it touches her keeping him company so he doesn’t have to find an excuse not to go swimming with everyone else.

Ranboo who gets caught in the middle of a water-gun fight, who keels to the ground like he’s been stabbed while trying to play it off as though his side isn’t rapidly eroding and rebuilding beneath his fur, as though his muscles aren’t torn and blistered and shriveling under the chill of a wet coat. His friends get freaked after a moment when he still hasn’t gotten back up, but he still pretends like it’s okay because he doesn’t want them to connect the dots to a weakness that could be so easily exploited [he’s scared. he’s never known who he was or who he could trust and he’s scared]

Ranboo with a constant store of bandages and a papyrus farm directly beneath his house, ranboo who wears gloves thicker than his pinkie finger when working with cauldrons, ranboo who can only drink chorus juice or milk, who’s so hydrophobic that when he gathers sugarcane he does it all by hand and has all the water sources covered by slabs that can’t be shifted with anything less than two people and a netherite crowbar. Ranboo who has to learn that his friends won’t hurt him just because it’s easy :]

#ranboo #mcyt #elvie-writes #VICTOY AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY #i saw this ask and was like ''oh this would be so cute with a 5+1 thing!!'' and then i realized #i had missed four of your asks so i had to either write REALLY FAST or redo it and AHHHHH IM SORRY #fury <3 #thank you for this prompt though it was very fun to write!!!!#dream smp

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elixirfromthestars · 3 months ago

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Here’s the thing, I just knew this was going to be the cutest thing ever the moment I read what prompts you used. And guess what? I WAS RIGHT!!! My heart is completely melted over here like??? 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

Okay, I don’t know if this will make sense lol, but reading this felt like autumn was giving me the coziest, fluffiest, and sweetest hug ever. 🍂🤎 Like the journey this fic took me on felt to me like how a cozy autumn day feels 🤎🤎🤎

More under the cut because I had so much to say 🫶🏼✨

First off, I need to absolutely praise the way you built this little universe. I love all the little cameos and roles you gave everyone 🥹💕 Bruce and Natasha being the close friends, Thor the landlord, Loki the interior designer, Bucky the vet (which as a Bucky girl had me losing my mind 💗), and Steve the artist. It brought it all together for me in the best way, like I want to read up on all of their adventures now lol 🫶🏼✨

And Momma Stark? I love her 🥹❤️

Childhood best friends to lovers is always such a cute trope, and the way you had them living together and interacting from the get go was so sweet 🥺💞 And the way he calls her Sprinkle + my sweet Sprinkle like ahhhhhh 🥰🥰

"I can't believe we're finally making the first steps to make our dreams come true," you tell Tony as you're still standing in front of the empty store, your hand in his as you squeeze it excitedly. He grabbed it during the phone call to ground himself, and neither of you has let go yet - it feels too good to let the other person go just yet.

^ the way he held her hand for comfort 🥺💖 as they were taking their first step to achieve their dream like that’s so sweet 😭❤️❤️

Tony being a momma’s boy is so cute and the way the reader wants to surprise him by learning Italian stooooop 🥺❣️

I would absolutely do anything and everything for Coffee Bean. I love that cat. I barley met him and I already love him. He must be protected at all costs and I just know he is so loved by Tony and the reader ❤️❤️

And then, it's as if the world stops for a moment. There's nothing but you and Tony, your breaths mingling, and your closeness. But then, against all odds, you feel his hand cupping your cheek, the wet paint leaving a large handprint, though neither of you cares. Tony leans in first, your eyes slipping shut as he does. And then, when your lips barely ghost over one another, you hear an excited squeal, and you jump back as the thought of an intruder shoots through your mind.

^ the paint fight was so cute, and the fact that Momma Stark is so rooting for them 🤭💗

The heart to heart he had with his mom 🥺 and the way he confessed he was scared to lose the reader 🥺 and that fact that the reader overheard 🤧❤️❤️

Coffee Bean Cafe are you kidding me that is the most adorable thing ever!! 🐈❤️❤️ I love that they finally confessed and kissed on the day their dream was finally coming true like it was the perfect moment 🥹💗💗

My heart is officially melted, I feel so soft, and I loved everything about this!!! ❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨❤️ Thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge!! 🥹🫶🏼✨

Sprinkles Of Romance

PAIRING || CBF!Young!Tony Stark x CBF!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 6.8K

SUMMARY || When your dream of opening your coffee shop becomes a reality, you get a lot more than you bargained for. Not only do you get to fall in love with the shop, you also get to fall deeper in love with your best friend.

RATING || Teen (T)

TAGS || Bakery AU. Coffee Shop AU. Childhood Best Friends to Lovers. Mutual pining. Idiots in love.

A/N || SURPRISE! - I wanted to gift you all a special story, and I'm excited to share this story with you all after three weeks of no stories! From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and picking this idea for me to write! It has given me the most warm, autumnal, and happy vibes during the writing, and I hope it will give you all a bit of the warmth I enjoy during this time of year! 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are Coffeeshop AU - Bakery AU - Saying I love you for the first time - “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” - “I’m only doing it because you’re cute.” - “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” - “I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.” - “And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed. You put me on and said I was your favorite.”

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark

Ever since you were a child, you and Tony were practically inseparable – or, as your mother would say, you two are glued at the hip. Wherever one of you went, the other came along, and this has always stayed the same throughout your life. Tony, Howard, and Maria moved into the house next to yours when you two were still babies, and from the moment you could walk and talk, you and Tony were constantly by each other's sides, getting into all sorts of trouble and going on different kinds of adventures, too.

Throughout it all, you two have also developed deeper, romantic feelings for each other, though neither of you has ever confessed to it to the other. Even though you're both well aware that your friends and family will always support your friendship, relationship, and shared dreams, it is still a hurdle you're unsure how to cross, as neither of you wants to lose the other.

Since you and Tony graduated from business school a few months ago – both getting a degree in how to run a business – you've been on a well-deserved vacation to Italy with all four parents. Still, now that it is over, it's time for you and Tony to return to the real world and hopefully see one of your dreams come true sooner rather than later.

Outside, the weather is turning chillier by the day, and autumn has fully settled over the small town you and Tony call home. The leaves outside are changing colors, and the decoration in your shared apartment has also had a make-over to an autumnal theme, adding to the atmosphere as the smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies fills the air. While your best friend takes his time to put another batch of said cookies in the oven, the other ones are cooling on the counter, and you are in the middle of getting dressed after a shower.

In front of you is a life-size mirror, and you're checking yourself out from all angles as something about your outfit feels off. You're dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, a black tank top, and one of your red flannels – a perfect outfit for the weather outside – but it's missing something. Then, as you walk back to your closet for the third time, it finally hits you. As the idea settles in your brain, you take off the flannel with a growing smirk before your feet pad over the hardwood floors of your apartment.

"Hi, Sprinkle," Tony says as he turns to greet you; the butterflies in your stomach are going wild as they always do when you're met with the sight of your tall, broad best friend. As you make your way up to him, he can't help but let out a shy smile, giving him an adorably sweet expression as you crane your neck to meet his gaze. Tony is a good few inches taller than you – you barely reach shoulder height when you're both standing barefoot next to one another – and it's something that has been a part of many of his fantasies about you, though he wouldn't dare to admit that to anyone.

"Can I ask you something?" you say softly. Even though Tony would never say no to you, you still put on your sweetest, most innocent voice to convince him either way. He hums as his gaze wanders over your soft features, the flushed skin from the shower you took earlier still there.

"Would it be alright if I borrow your sweater?"

It's a straightforward question, and Tony can't help but chuckle as he shakes his head slightly. Most of the sweaters he owns are already in your closet, and you could have picked any of those, but you still proceeded to ask for the one he's wearing. If he weren't already madly in love with you, he would be head over heels now, the butterflies in his stomach going wild as he steps closer to you.

"Hmm, I don't know. Why would you need to borrow the one I'm currently wearing when you have so many others already in your closet, ready to be worn?" he asks as he gently caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, his voice dropping lower while his breath ghosts past your cheek as he leans in a bit.

"Uhm… b-because it smells like y-you," you stammer, and Tony shows a satisfied smirk before humming again, letting you know he heard your answer.

"Alright, my sweet Sprinkle. You can have my sweater, but I'm only doing it because you're cute," he tells you with a smile; the heat you were feeling on your cheeks earlier is now soaring through your entire body as he steps back and removes his sweater. Tony's shirt rises a little as he does, giving you a glimpse of his toned abdomen and the little trail of black hair leading into his pants.

The sight before you leaves you nothing short of breathless, and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest as nothing but pure desire courses through your veins. You've seen him shirtless more times than you could count, but seeing him like this will always be some of the happiest parts of your fantasies about him.

"Sprinkle?" Tony says again, and you snap out of your daydream as you realize he's holding out his sweater for you to wear. As you take it, your fingers brush over his, sending a jolt of electricity through your bodies, letting you know you two are even more connected than you thought possible.

"Thank you," you respond before pulling the oversized sweater over your head. The soft and warm fabric feels like you're getting a hug from Tony. His scent envelops you entirely as you curl into the sweater, the sleeves falling over your hands as they fall into place. The entire time, Tony can't help but admire how his sweater looks on your frame and how perfect you look when wearing his clothes.

Then, the little bell from the oven pulls you both from your thoughts as the next batch of cookies is done, and a pang of disappointment surges through your body for a moment. The moment was perfect, but now it's over, and you must return to reality again.

"Can I bring you back anything from the store?" you ask Tony after you've gathered your purse, keys, and phone, ready to head out and get some more snacks for the movie night hosted at your apartment later tonight.

"A few more bags of chocolate chips, please. Oh, and some peanut butter M&M's!" he says excitedly, and you nod before saying your goodbyes and heading out the door. After putting on your headphones, you head to the store, which is only a 10-minute walk from the apartment. As you look around you, coziness and warmth envelop you, as autumn has always been your favorite time.

The scent of freshly fallen rain hangs in the air as you take your time; your pace slows as you enjoy your surroundings, but something catches your eye. Across the street, there's a large sign saying the store is for rent, and you can't help but go over, wanting to get a closer look. Right next door to the empty store is your favorite bookshop, and on the other side is a small restaurant, which fills the air with the rich smells coming out of its kitchen.

As you look inside, you have a perfect view of the store, which is illuminated by the golden rays of the sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It's a large space that allows for many possibilities, but the first that comes to mind is one that you and Tony have been dreaming of for years: a bakery with a coffee shop section built in.

Your fantasies come to life before your eyes as you imagine yourself behind the counter, making coffee while your best friend is working on the most delicious pastries that will fill the display with lots of colors. The smells fill the store as soft music plays, and laughter and conversations can be heard. Outside, people can enjoy the sun in the seating area and come in to see what you have to offer.

As you stand there, thinking about all the possibilities, you've completely forgotten about going to the grocery store, as all you can think about now is calling Tony and telling him your thoughts. Between the moment you grab your phone and the moment Tony answers your FaceTime call, barely 5 seconds pass before you're met with his beautiful smile, and a warmth spreads through your chest at the sight.

"Miss me already, Sprinkle?" Tony quips as he answers, making you laugh heartily.

"You know I always miss you when I'm not with you, Tony, but that's not why I'm calling! I was hoping to get your opinions and thoughts on something, as I may have found a way to make one of our dreams come true!" your voice rises about an octave from pure excitement. Before you know it, Tony is on his way to where you're standing, barely five minutes from your apartment.

Within minutes, you see the handsome features of your best friend as he walks closer, and a flurry of butterflies goes wild in your stomach at the sight. His casual style – jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket thrown over a henley he put on after you took his sweater – is something you've fallen in love with over the years, and it compliments his messy hair and facial hair, making his entire look a combination to die for.

"Hi, Sprinkle," Tony says as he pulls you in for a hug. You can't help but sigh as your cheek is pressed against the firmness of his chest. You can never get enough of his hugs, and you hold on for a little longer than you would with anyone else.

"What's the sigh for?" Tony asks when pulling away, and you feel a burning heat in your cheeks at his question, your gaze avoiding his as you look at the pavement.

"I- Well…" you start as you wring your hands together, "I like hearing your heart beating when I put your head on my chest; it's calming to me," you confess. In any other situation, you would never admit something so personal, but with Tony, it feels right to do it, and you two never have secrets for one another – apart from your romantic feelings.

"You're too sweet, Sprinkle," Tony says with a deep red blush on his cheeks, his hands buried deep in his pockets before he does something stupid. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand or kiss you, but for now, he'll settle for what he can get from you, even if his desire tells him something different. He doesn't want to lose you by doing something stupid, as you're keeping him sane in this lifetime.

"So… what did you want to show me?" Tony then asks, curiosity ultimately getting the best of him now. A broad smile lights up your face as you turn around with spread arms, gesturing towards the store you've been standing in front of the entire time. A large sign telling you that it's for rent is sitting a little to the left of where you're standing, and that's when the coin drops for your best friend.

"You—you want to open a store here?" Tony asks, disbelief shining through in his voice. Not because he's against it in any way—it's been his dream for years already—but because you're not usually the type of person to bring up ideas like this.

"Well, I'd like to have a good look inside first, but from what I can see, I think it's the perfect place to open our bakery and coffee shop! We're right next to the bookstore, which is perfect for when people buy books and read them with some coffee and a treat," you tell him, and he nods in agreement. The placement is excellent, and within 20 minutes of calling the number printed on the large sign, there's a showing scheduled.

"I can't believe we're finally making the first steps to make our dreams come true," you tell Tony as you're still standing in front of the empty store, your hand in his as you squeeze it excitedly. He grabbed it during the phone call to ground himself, and neither of you has let go yet – it feels too good to let the other person go just yet.

That night, when you have your friends Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner over for movie night, you can't stop telling them all about your plans, and when you've explained it all to them, you can't stop smiling. The idea of opening a store with Tony has been on your mind for years, and now that it's closer than ever, it's like your entire life is going into a whirlwind of emotions in the best way possible.

It's been a week since Tony made the appointment for a showing inside the store, and you're having breakfast at the dining room table together. While Tony is dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, you're wearing your favorite Iron Man pajamas because they're warm and fluffy, perfect for the cooler weather outside.

"How're you feeling about today?" Tony asks between bites of his cereal, and you take a few moments to think about it before answering him.

"Nervous, but excited, too. We've wanted this for so long, and now that it might finally be happening, I can tell that there are a lot of nerves settling in my body," you tell him honestly, and he nods in agreement.

"Me too," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours as you stretch out your hand. His fingers intertwine with yours as he looks at you, a warm smile gracing his stunning features. His facial hair has become a bit more of a beard now, which suits him and only intensifies your feelings for him.

"We're going to be okay, though. We've always done everything together, and this won't be any different," he says, and you nod. Wherever one of you goes, the other will always come along, and it will be that way until the day you die. Then, as you're about to say something, Tony's phone suddenly grabs your attention as he's receiving a call. As soon as he sees who's calling, he turns the screen to you, showing you it's Maria.

“Buongiorno mamma, come stai?”

Each time Tony speaks Italian, you can feel your insides going crazy, as it drives you wild in the best way possible. While you've been attempting to learn Italian over the years, wanting to surprise Tony, something always came along that got your attention instead, so you could never practice enough without letting him know about your plans. While he would be the best teacher, if you want to surprise him one day, you'll have to find a different way.

"We're good; I was just talking to Sprinkle about the showing," he says, and you smile as he mentions you to Maria.

"It's this afternoon, but I'll update you and Dad, okay? I'll tell her you said hi, and I love you, too. Ciao," he says before hanging up, returning his attention to you.

"Mom said hi, and she asked when the showing was even though I told her three times already," he tells you with a chuckle. While Maria is one of the sweetest women you've ever met, she's sometimes not the best at remembering things.

"It's lovely of her to call. I always love how well you and she get along," you tell Tony, and he can't help but blush profusely at your words. He's always been a mama's boy, and he's aware of this fact, but when it's pointed out, he still can't help but turn red – though at the same time, he also loves it because he's very proud of the bond he and Maria share.

Shortly after breakfast, you and Tony are ready to head to the showing, which goes on without a hitch. You meet your landlord – a cheerful man with an Australian accent who introduced himself as Thor Odinson, and before you know it, you're in love with the space. Inside, there's a lot of potential for seating; during the summer, the seating area can be extended onto the sidewalk, too. There's a large counter that can be used as the place where you make coffee and display the pastries. In the back, there's an extensive stockroom and a large kitchen that will be turned into a workspace for Tony, as he will do most of the baking once the shop opens.

"So, what do you think?" Tony asks as you're standing in the stockroom together - Thor has left the two of you alone for a moment after excusing himself to pick up a phone call.

"I think we should go for it. The place has a lot of potential, as you saw, and I think Thor is also very nice," you tell him, and Tony nods. You two are lucky to have a landlord like him if you rent the shop, as he seems to be a hardworking, honest guy who's also in for a joke now and again.

"I agree, Sprinkle. Let's make our dreams come true," Tony answers softly before pulling you in for a hug. The way his arms wrap around you so effortlessly has your heart beating like crazy, your insides feeling like they're on fire as you settle in your best friend's arms. You're about to take the most significant step of your life, and you're happy that you get to do it with Tony.

Within 30 minutes, you, Tony, and Thor go over all the essential details for the lease, and then it's time to sign. Your gaze is trained on Tony as he gets ready to sign, but not without one last look of reassurance. It will all be okay, as you will do it together. There's never one without the other, and it won't be any different during the project of your dreams. When both your signatures are on the lease, Thor thanks you both with a firm handshake, wishing you good luck before he must go to another appointment.

You're holding the keys to your shop and a black, gold, and dark green business card that reads 'Loki Laufeyson | Interior Designer' on it. He comes highly recommended by Thor – though he also said that even though Loki is his brother, he's not just recommending him because of their bond. He's genuinely good at his job, and you don't have a reason to doubt his words.

It's official: you will open your own bakery and coffee shop with your best friend –the man you love. Your dream will come true in a few months, and before you know it, another one of yours will also come true, bringing a lot of joy to your soon-to-be busy lives.

The past few weeks have been busy, exhausting, and rewarding all at once because even though you and Tony spend almost every single one of your waking hours in the shop to make it nothing short of perfect, it's also going to be an experience you only get to live through for the first time once. You're trying to soak up every second of it. Luckily, you also have help on most days from Loki, who spends his time overseeing the project from an interior designer's perspective, and your friends and family; they all help lighten the load a bit for you both.

Today, Bruce and Natasha have been helping for most of the day, and they have just gone home, leaving you and Tony to finish up for the night. You're sitting on the floor in the middle of the shop, dust, tools, and tarp everywhere, together with a few Chinese take-out boxes around the two of you, when you suddenly hear a noise you can't quite place.

"Do you hear that?" you ask, and without waiting for an answer, you get up, your feet taking you to the source of the noise. On closer investigation, you can hear a soft meow from the back of your shop, where the backdoor is open to let the paint smell evaporate.

"Tony?" you say softly, not wanting to scare the little creature away, as they've most likely been looking for a place to stay warm. The weather outside has taken a drastic turn the past few days, with more rain than you've seen in a long time, and temperature drops to below 50 degrees Fahrenheit regularly. Within seconds of your calling for him, you hear your best friend's footsteps and raise your hand to alert him, as you don't want to scare away the little being in your shop.

"Is that- "

"A cat? Yeah. I think he's looking for a place to stay warm," you say as you bend down to greet the small cat; he won't be much older than a year at most. He's very fluffy, even though he has just come from the rain, and his brown and white fur perfectly complements his piercing blue eyes. He's the most beautiful cat you've ever had the honor of meeting, and you've met a lot in your years on this earth. As you stretch your hand, Tony sits beside you on the floor, and the cat seems courageous and friendly enough to come and say hi.

"He's so cute, Tony; I can't believe the cat distribution system brought us this little guy," you say with a broad smile, making your best friend smile in return. Right now, Tony considers himself to be the luckiest man in the entire universe to share this moment with you – seeing you falling in love with the little furball in your store has him falling in love with you all over again, even though he's afraid to admit it to anyone but himself.

From that night on, that same cat has frequented your shop almost every night, and you've started to bring in some food for him so he has a place to stay warm and get something in his belly, too. Now, he happens to be sleeping on the large windowsill in the front of the store when Loki is paying another visit, and he has immediately pulled all the attention from your interior designer to himself.

"Look at this; who's this little guy?" Loki asks as he bends down to pet him. It's a bit of a funny sight, the man in a sharp black and dark green suit kneeling on the dusty floor to pet the cat that has been stopping by your shop almost daily.

"He wandered into our shop a week or two ago and visited us nearly every night. We have been calling him 'Coffee Bean,' and so far, he seems to enjoy it," you tell Loki while sweeping the shop floor. Tony is in the stockroom, installing some shelving while you've been busy in the front.

"Coffee Bean, huh? That's adorable," Loki says, and you can't help but smile at how he pronounces the name in his British accent. If Thor hadn't told you that his family adopted Loki as a baby, you would never have guessed the two were related, but their dynamic is fantastic. They've often been at the shop together and share a special bond that shines through in their work.

"Have you brought him to a vet to see if he's chipped?" Loki then asks, but you shake your head – usually, when Coffee Bean is visiting the store, it's either too late or you're too busy to have time to go, so you've been putting it off, though you also know deep down it's the right thing to do.

"I have a good friend who's a vet. His name is Bucky, and he's amazing with cats – even has one of his own," Loki tells you with a smile as he gets up before grabbing a business card from his shoulder bag. It says "James Barnes | Veterinarian," with a phone number and the opening hours of his clinic, which is very helpful.

"I thought you said his name is Bucky?" you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

"You're right, I did say that. His full name is James Buchanan Barnes, but he tends to go by Bucky," Loki explains with a gentle smile before reorganizing his bag and getting ready to head out the door and to his next appointment. Once he's out the door, it's just you, Tony, and Coffee Bean, though what you don't know yet is that there's going to be a surprise guest swinging by later, even though their timing could have been better.

You and Tony have changed into coveralls to protect your clothes, as the time to start painting has finally arrived. It's been a task you have been looking forward to the most, and as Tony is mixing the color—a beautiful maroon—you're getting all the supplies, like brushes and rollers, ready. Then, as you turn around, something unexpected happens, and you're met with a splash of paint all over your body and the deep laugh of your best friend. When it finally sunk in what happened after a few seconds, a broad grin spreads on your features, and you bend down to grab a brush of your own.

"You're going to get it now, Stark!" you say before dipping the brush in the paint and splattering him with it, but you would soon come to regret that, as he's now following you with paint smeared all over his hands. It doesn't take long for him to catch you, pulling you against his body until you're so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. Your heart goes a mile a minute as you try to catch your breath, but it seems nearly impossible with him being so close.

Both you and Tony jump apart with heated cheeks, looking where the sound came from. Much to your surprise, you're met with the sight of Maria standing in the doorway to the shop – she has entered through the backdoor because she brought some décor to go on the walls once the paint was dry. Still, when she saw little Coffee Bean sleeping peacefully in the sun, she squealed from excitement, disturbing your almost-kiss with the man you've been in love with for as long as you can remember.

As you both face Maria, Tony's hand gently wraps around your forearm, letting you know he's close and everything will be okay.

"What were you two piccioncini up to before I came here?" Maria then asked, and Tony's cheeks turned the brightest red they'd ever been as he heard her calling you two 'lovebirds' in Italian. As soon as she saw the splatter of paint, the handprint on your cheek where Tony cupped it ever so gently, and how you two jumped apart at her arrival, she knew exactly what was happening, though she couldn't help but tease her son about it. She's seen her son fall in love with you over the years, and she's beyond ecstatic that he finally made a move, even if she interrupted it. Progress is progress.

"Oh, well- You know, painting," Tony says softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze is trained on the floor.

"Hm, maybe you should start painting the walls instead of one another, don't you think?" Maria quips with a wink, and then you remember the handprint on your face. It's been here the entire time they were talking, and now it's your turn to have cheeks that are practically on fire. Without excusing yourself, you rush to the bathroom – thankfully, you already have running water. As you're cleaning yourself up, Tony and Maria take the time to converse one-on-one.

"When will you tell her how you feel about her, Angioletto? She deserves to know how you feel, and based on what I saw before I interrupted you two, she feels the same about you. That woman has been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember," Maria says as she rests her hand on her son's shoulder. Even though she's wearing heels, she still has to crane her neck to look at him directly – it's safe to say he got his height from Howard.

"I don't know how, Mamma; I haven't found the right time. Honestly, I've forbid myself from falling in love, but I can't help it. She's such a sweet, caring, and kind woman, and she also has a smile to die for. I've never felt like this before, but at the same time, I'm also scared about what might happen if I confess- I don't want to lose her, Mamma," Tony says, tears brimming at his waterline at the thought of possibly losing you.

"Anthony, there's not a single universe where she'd leave you. You two have been through so much and are destined to be together. The universe has been waiting this long for you two to get together, which tells me it is meant to be. I can tell that Y/N has so much love for you, and you have so much love for her. Please, tell her how you feel because, honestly, if you're waiting for the right time, you'll wait for the rest of your lives and regret never telling her."

While Maria tells Tony all this, you can't help but overhear, and your heart is on fire at the words your best friend's mom has shared. She's also right because you have so much love for him, but you were afraid he wouldn't feel the same about you. Even though the paint is now washed off your face, the feeling of his warm, soft skin against your cheek is something you'll never forget, and the thought of it makes you smile again.

"You're right, Mamma, thank you," Tony says before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek, giving her a radiant smile as he does. Then, you walk back into the shop, acting like you didn't just hear their conversation.

"Hi, Maria," you say before hugging her, and she greets you as well before finally moving over to great Coffee Bean, who has now woken up. Coffee Bean purrs loudly under Maria's touch, and she can't help but feel proud – of Tony, you, and the cat slowly becoming part of your shop, too.

When her back is turned to the two of you, you dare to look at Tony, the memory of your mouths being so close you were breathing the same air still fresh in your memory. You don't get to think about it for too long, however, because the opening date of your shop is slowly creeping closer, and you still need to get a lot done, painting being the first thing.

The past year practically flew by for you and Tony. From the moment you signed the lease to the point you're about to open your shop for everyone to enjoy officially, it still feels like a blur, but you're incredibly excited. The road to get here hasn't been entirely without challenges, but you've managed to overcome every hardship with the help of your friends and family, all of whom are here today to support you.

A few days ago, your friend and artist Steve Rogers was busy making seasonal paintings on the window that perfectly fit the autumn theme. Pumpkins, leaves, pastries, and coffee are all painted beautifully in orange and brown tones, but the cherry on top is that he incorporated Coffee Beans into the art, too. He's sitting in the middle of the window with leaves falling all around him, making him the focal point of it, and he's meant to draw in as many customers as possible.

Today, you and Tony have been making the last arrangements – checking to see if all the coffee machines work, baking many pastries and desserts, creating different sandwiches, and rearranging the furniture until everything is perfect. It's time for the official grand opening in a little over an hour, so you and Tony have returned to your apartment to get changed, and the nerves are starting to set in for you both.

While you've opted for a sweater dress paired with black boots, Tony has chosen a business casual outfit that goes perfectly with your dress. You two look like the perfect pair – and after tonight, you will be the people everyone longs to be. Once back at the shop, you can already see a small line of people outside the door – you are running a special that the first 25 people will get free coffee and a pastry or dessert of their choice, and it seems it will work so far.

In the store, Wanda and Natasha are happily chatting behind the counter as they prepare for the upcoming crowd. Over the past few weeks, they have spent a lot of time here, getting to know each other and helping you and Tony out wherever necessary, and today is the first time they will officially run the front of the shop.

Howard, Maria, and your parents also chat in one of the booths Loki suggested you get. Thor, Bruce, and Tony have placed them perfectly, allowing customers to enjoy the sun as they sit by the windows. Finally, Coffee Bean is sleeping on one of the windowsills again, enjoying the sun like he has since the first day he set foot in your shop.

"Sprinkle, can I talk to you for a moment?" Tony asks, his heart beating so fast it's a miracle you can't hear it. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he looks at you, worry settling in your stomach. You nod before following your best friend into the stock room, where you have some privacy between the coffee beans and other stock. He grabs your hands, encasing them with his large ones as he looks into your eyes with his dark brown ones.

"I- uhm… I've been thinking about something for a long time now, and I have never found a moment more perfect to say it – until now. One of our dreams is about to come true today, but I want to make it two. I've been madly in love with you for the past few years, Y/N. There's nothing more I want to do than kiss you and show you the way an amazing woman such as yourself deserves to be treated. But most of all, I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine for as long as you'll have me," he tells you, and it's like all the air is taken from your chest.

Tony lets go of one of your hands, instead tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he continues, "I want to feel your lips on mine, and I need to know what they taste like because the thought of them has been driving me damn near mad for years. Please, please let me kiss you, my sweet Sprinkle," he whispers the last few words until they're almost inaudible, but you hear them crystal clear.

"Okay," you whisper back, and with a large smile, Tony leans to capture your lips with his. Your lips are soft against his own, and the subtle vanilla flavor of your chapstick has suddenly become the favorite he'd ever had the honor to taste. Your hands pull Tony even closer, and with the softest of groans, he parts his lips to allow you to explore his mouth. For a moment, there's nothing but you and Tony as time has stopped, and your entire body is on fire as you take your time together.

Then, you pull away to the feeling like heaven is shining down on you. Even though you're left breathless, it's also the best feeling in the world, as you've finally had the chance to kiss the man you've fantasized about for years. Your mouth splits into a grin, your features lighting up the way Tony loves so much, and he can't help but smile right back at you.

"I'm in love with you too, Tony, and I've seen how you look at me when you think I don't notice. The way you steal glances when I'm reading on the couch or when we're walking through the town. Or when you can't take your eyes off me whenever I'm cooking or baking," you add, making him chuckle in response.

"But there's something else I need you to know, Tony. When I felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite. You always make me feel special and loved; it feels like home with you. You're my home, Tony, and for that, I will love you most of all," you tell him, tears brimming in your eyes as you do. Whenever you feel like you aren't worthy of love, Tony has proven you wrong and shown you what it's like to be so loved that you're practically overflowing with it.

"I love you, Sprinkle. I always have, and I always will," Tony then says before capturing your lips one last time, as it's officially time to start the next chapter of your lives by opening your shop, which you named 'Coffee Bean Café,' after the cat that had nestled his way into your hearts when you started renting the shop. After one last peck on the lips, you and Tony go out of the stockroom, but not without interlacing your fingers first, which doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha.

As you walk by together, she winks at you to let you know she's proud of you, and you can't stop smiling as your cheeks heat up under her gaze. You don't get to think about it too long because it's time to open your shop. After Tony gives a heartfelt speech, followed by you, you officially open the doors for the public, and Natasha and Wanda get to serve all the customers.

"How're you feeling, Sprinkle?" Tony asks when you two finally have a moment to yourselves, and you're almost melting under the sweetness of his gaze. Now that you two have admitted your love for one another, it's impossible not to want to be close to him.

"Excited, but tired at the same time. I'm happy we finally opened our shop, but right now, I mostly want some sleep," you say, and your body emphasizes the point by yawning, making Tony chuckle.

"Me too, but I promise I'll make it up to you tonight with some cuddles on the couch; how does that sound?"

"Like I want to sneak out and get my cuddles now," you tell him honestly, and Tony can't help but laugh at your comment, making some heads turn in your direction. Neither of you notices, though, as you two only have eyes for one another.

"I love you, Sprinkle, and I can't wait to see where this journey will take us." Your boyfriend leans in to capture your lips in the softest, most loving way, showing your love for the coffee shop. Behind you, there's some applause and loud cheering, making you both smile into the kiss. This has been long overdue, but now you plan on making up for every second you missed.

While you and Tony share a lovely kiss, Natasha and Maria look on with huge smiles. Then, Natasha holds out her hand, as the two of them had a bet going about when you two would finally confess.

"I told you they would confess today," she says with an even bigger smile, and Maria fishes a 10 dollar bill out of her pocket, handing it to her as she nods her head in agreement.

Out of all the beautiful things that have come out of the opening of your shop, the friendship between Maria and Natasha is one of the most unexpected, but what's most important is their shared love for you and Tony, as both of them wouldn't want anything other than happiness for the two of you.

#elixirscafe #tony stark x reader #tony stark x female reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff

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gentrychild · 4 years ago

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the au ask: uh, not sure how this works, but, let's say an au where the slime incident never happens?

Anon, no! I have about five AUs for that! You could at least tell me if you want it to be angst or crack!

More seriously, it's such a fun prompt because it avoids All Might telling Izuku he can't be a hero without a quirk, which is the start of so many vigilante/villain/quirkless Izukus.

But since I am a benevolent writer, I will not talk about the AU where Tsuyu and Mineta dies, then Iida, then Kota, then Mirio, Eri isn't saved, and so on.

Okay, it got really long so it's under a Read More.

All Might arrests the Slime villain before he gets in the sewers so neither Izuku nor Bakugou are attacked by him. The problem is that it also means that All Might never meets Izuku, never break his little heart, and Izuku never has the chance to prove his worth to All Might so no OFA.

Life goes on. Izuku still wants to become a hero. However, since his homeroom teacher told his entire class that he wanted to go to UA, his entire class, led by Bakugou, has decided to make his life a living hell over it. Constant taunting and people laughing at him.

It takes its toll on him.

He still doesn't doubt that a quirkless hero can exist but the more days, weeks, months pass, the more he keeps thinking of how easier it would be if he had a quirk.

A dangerous thought. One he usually doesn't allow himself to think because why whine about what is impossible to have? But one boy can only take "What a useless quirkless Deku like you do?" before he starts to get haunted by strange thoughts. Cough... urges... Cough.

It also makes him eager to prove himself. Maybe that's why he intervenes that evening when he sees a villain trying to hurt someone. Except that once the civilian he helped is running to call a hero, he is reminded that he is a smol child made of only skin and bones and that the guy in front of him is about to bash his head in.

He tries to protect himself, his hand grabbing the villain by the head and in this moment, as he is sure that he is about to be killed, he thinks the one selfish thought that he ever thought:

"It's unfair... that this quirk belongs to someone like you... instead of me."

And just like that, Izuku takes a quirk for the first time.

The villain runs in terror and Izuku runs (in the other direction) in confusion. Soon, it's pretty clear that he apparently had the ability to take and give quirks (thank you, Mom, who has volunteered to try the villain's quirk. Though it's strange how she keeps trying to call someone on her phone these days. But it's probably not important.) Which is a very cool quirk.

Izuku now has to pass from "No quirk at all" to "Can have whatever quirk he wants", which is quite dizzying.

He is so fired up for the UA exam, five months from then. Ridiculously happy bean.

Meanwhile, Mirio gets OFA because no successor showed the self sacrificial spirit that could have inspired All Might and both GT and Nighteye kinda pressures him into choosing a successor ASAP.

This has disastrous consequences as OFA is way too powerful for Mirio and starts to put an insane strain on his body. One month later, while fighting a villain (he has his hero license), he collapses on the side of the road, black lines all over his body as the quirk is killing him.

Izuku finds him and calls an ambulance ASAP but Mirio is is really bad shape. He asks him what happened and Mirio, half delirious, tells him that his quirk is killing him.

Izuku is very "????" but he can help! He can take the quirk away! But Lemillion would be quirkless! He can't take this decision! But Mirio can so he asks.

Mirio is half conscious. Completely in pain. He didn't even want that quirk. He likes Permeation. So, half delirious as he was, he might have mumbled something like "Take that thing out of me."

Izuku does, realizes that Mirio has two quirks so he leaves him the one that doesn't feel as heavy as a freaking dwarf star. Lemillion immediately starts to stop looking like he will drop dead any moment from now and the ambulance arrives, taking the hero student away.

Since Izuku doesn't have the All Might telling him that OFA is a good quirk, he acts like a sensible person: this quirk doesn't feel normal and it apparently kills its user. So he waits about 20 seconds before getting rid of it. He finds a nice and sturdy lizard, who, unbeknownst to everyone, becomes the 10th user of OFA.

The quirk comes back to Izuku.

Quirks aren't supposed to do that.

The freaking quirk is cursed. Izuku accepted a cursed quirk.

I cannot begin to describe how Izuku doesn't trust OFA in this AU. He doesn't use it. He intensively dislikes it. He tries everything and more to get rid of it but no matter what living organism he selects, the damn thing keeps coming back.

Meanwhile, Mirio wakes up from the hospital alive :) then remembers he gave a host-killing-quirk to a smol child. O.O

Panic ensues.

All Might realizes that whoever took OFA put his hand on Mirio's head, the same way AFO does. So it was probably AFO with a fun new shapeshifting quirk.

More panic ensues.

Meanwhile, AFO, alive indeed and who has been watching Mirio wastes away and enjoying the hell out of it (though he would have preferred it had happened one generation sooner) is furious that Yagi 2.0 isn't dying anymore because it means OFA passed to someone else! And since everyone in the OFAteam is quite panicked, they apparently lost the quirk he gave his little brother!

He gets so upset about it that he somehow misses the hundred of phonecalls from his wife.

So AFO and All Might alike are looking for someone with OFA but since Izuku just isn't using it, they aren't finding it.

Meanwhile, the Vestiges went from "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SOMEONE WITH AFO!!!! AHHHHHH!" to "What do you mean: You don't want to use us? We're not good enough for you???"

So OFA is doing the quirk equivalent of a cat purring and showing its belly so it can get some pet.

Izuku: "You know what? I know it's a trap but since I don't want to outright call a quirk evil, I will give you one chance to prove to me you're not a cursed power that wants my death."

Cue two broken legs.

Well, that's it. Izuku gave that nasty quirk the benefit of the doubt. He is never using it again. And since the damn thing is trying to contaminate his other quirks, he is vaulting it forever!

The irony is not lost on First.

The day of the entrance exam arrives and Izuku does quite well with his good, non cursed quirks, thank you very much.

And as he is leaving, he sees Lemillion! He is happy to see him in good health! He waves at him!

Meanwhile, Mirio spent the last five months trying to find that awful quirk he lost. He was half convinced he had given him to the Symbol of Evil and had trouble seeing the problem because if OFA would eat AFO, where was the problem? He is wondering if he condemned a kid to death. He Is Going Through A Lot.

He wants to say so many things, ask so many questions. And the one thing he manages to blurt out is "GET HIM!"

Tamaki and Nejire immediately shoulder slam a small child. They didn't even hesitate.

That's the story of how the Mighty team found OFA again.

Izuku loves hanging out with All Might but not even him can convince him that the quirk isn't cursed.

#This got slightly longer than expected #ask game #bnha au #closed ask game #bnha spoilers #cursed quirk au

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strongsassysexysloane · 2 years ago

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hey hey! could you possibly do a sloane x female reader w/ anxiety? i haven't seen one and i think it'd be cool! it's fine if not though!

Love - anon❤

Ok so this just came to me. Thanks for asking :) always love a prompt even if I don't get to it for a month or six 🤦🏼‍♀️

Warning! Mentions of abuse, kidnapping and assault. In references to cases the team/you had to deal with. Also panic attacks, anxiety by reader.

The World Shifts

..... ..... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... ......

Your best friend was finally in town. It had been months since you last saw them. Only two days since you last talked to them and then that was only because they were traveling.

"Ahhhhhh!!" You screamed running up to them in the airport arrivals area. People were looking but neither of you cared.

They jumped into your arms, dropping their bags as the flew. "Y/n!!!"

"You're home!" You beamed, squeezing them so tight and then letting go. "NEVER travel without me ever again!"

"Hey! I offered, you just got a new job!" They poked you and picked up their luggage.

You agreed. "Fine but..."

"How's Jack?" They beamed, walking beside you as you exited the airport.

It was two months before they went on holidays, a beautiful trip around Europe in the spring. Perfect, your dream but sadly you had an upheaval in your career and had to cancel your part and they still went. You actually forced them to. It was both your dreams but sadly yours was put on hold. That was until your first day on the job when you met Jack Sloane. You weren't sad about not going on holidays for three months if it meant seeing her everyday.

"She's good. She actually invited you around to her place for dinner tonight if you're not tired?" You couldn't wipe the time off your face.

It was almost three months into dating Jack. The best three months. Three months since your best friend left the country and three months since you first kissed Jack Sloane.

"Sure, but tell me again what exactly happened that day. I've been too caught up in my experiences, we hardly got to discuss it. It just happened and you've been quiet about it which isn't ok."

You packed her suitcase into your boot and hopped in. Truth be told you really didn't look back on that day all that well. The kiss was great but leading up to it was terrible.

- flash back -

The morning you dropped her off at the airport you felt off. Not just because you had to say goodbye to your best friend, practically your sister at this point. Work was tough, long hours, nothing you weren't use to but the cases were intense. A childs abduction last week left a kid in hospital after a traumatic experience and then a young woman the following case had been abused and killed. You needed a break but nothing was coming. Jack sensed you were off from the moment you got to work.

"Hey, probie. Don't look so down." Nick squeezed your shoulder with a smile but it didn't help.

"Maybe when you're trying to comfort someone Nicholas. Don't use a teasing nickname." Jack walked up to your desk, her morning coffee in hand and placed the other on your desk. "For you."

You smiled, taking a sniff before downing almost half.

"Hey, easy. It's still hot." She warned and her look of concern only got deeper.

You shrugged. "It's ok. Thank you Jack." Her hand was resting on your desk and you reached out and squeezed it in thanks.

"If you want to talk. I'm only doing catch up paperwork on the last case for the day." She rolled her hand over, holding yours for a moment before walking to her office.

You ignored the look she gave you and the look Nick was giving you. His smirk was getting under your skin too easily.

It happened in interrogation after lunch. You were interviewing a suspect on the recent murder when the world got blotchy, the ground felt like it was moving and McGee had to stop the questioning. Next thing you know Jacks got you and leading you out of interrogation and into the other observation room that wasn't being used. She sat you down and knelt in front of you.

"Hey. Look at me. Follow my breathing. In... Hold... And out. Again." Her hand was on your knee, your knee was bouncing, her other hand on your cheek, drawing your eyes to hers. You knew what this was, it was a panic attack, you'd had them in the past but it had been at least six months since you'd had one this severe.

You followed her words, counting, taking in objects around you. The world began to right itself again. "Sorry I-"

"No, don't apologise. It's ok. Well it's not, you're not ok, you have been off course these past few weeks. Want to talk about it?" Her eyes only showing comfort. Her concern ran deep for the team but she seemed most open with you.

"Jack, I- I don't know. It just all got a bit much. So much bad on bad and I just need it to stop for a bit. That guy was smirking and not caring at all about this poor woman and I just couldn't."

"Hey hey. Don't get worked up again. Keep up the deep breathing. It's ok. We can go to my office for a bit. McGee has got interrogation and Nick is watching." Jack stood and held out her hand to help you up.

The world wasn't moving anymore so you could walk properly. "I'm good. Think I'll just go back to my desk." It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to Jack. You just felt raw and didn't want to say anything you'll regret. Like feelings for the beautiful blonde you work with and who is currently still holding your hand.

"Oh. Ok." You could hear the hurt in her words.

"Jack, its- ok. Not ok ok but I'm just tired emotionally right now and I don't think I can talk to you - I mean I can talk to you, it's just." Well that didn't work out like you hoped.

"it's just?"

She had to cling on to it. It wouldn't be Jack to just let it drop. You squeezed her hand gently and she must've realised she was still holding yours because she went to drop it. "No." It came out without thinking. This was why you didn't want to talk in her office. "I mean. You can if you want to."

A smile of realisation began to spread across her face. "I see. Well... Now may not be the time for that conversation as you are vulnerable right now..." She saw the concern in your eyes which brought her other hand up to your cheek. "I'm saying not right now but not ever." Her words soothed your aching heart and pounding brain. "You just had a panic attack y/n and I don't want to add to your emotional state so go do your paperwork. Have a cookie from Nick's stash in the filing cabinet and come see me when you're ready or come see me if you just need a friend." She rubbed the tear forming in the corner of your eye away and let go of your hand.

You were still in shock as she left you. The panic attack the last thing on your fragile mind at the moment. You wished Ellie was here for this. She was the only other person you had spoken to about your feelings for Jack but she was away on assignment. Your bestie was on a plane so you slumped into your chair after getting a cookie and got to work on the report.

It wasn't until McGee returned from interrogation that you pulled yourself away from the computer screen.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Better now. Sorry about before."

"That's ok, as long as you're good. If you need time off.."

You shook your head. "Bastard got under my skin is all." He believed that because it was partly true. You both got on with the case before you saw Jack appear at the top of the stairs.

You looked at the time and it was late. Much later than you intended. She looked down and your eyes connected, a smile on both your lips. It was time.

"Finished the report. Just need to check in with Jack before I go." It sounded like business but you had a feeling it was far from it.

"Sure thing. See you in the morning." McGee nodded before you exited the bullpen. Jack must've heard and walked back to her office before you got up the stairs.

"Knock knock.." the door was wide open.

"About time." She teased, sitting down on the couch, tucking her feet under. "Close the door."

That got your heart pumping. "So this is personal." You smiled but tried to not look like a giddy kid.

She chuckled as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Distance was key right now. Her look told you she noticed the distance you put between you. "Did you have something work related to discuss?" Her eyebrow popped up.

"Nope. Reports done. Dirtbag is in cuffs."

"this morning... You-"

"Jack I don't want to talk about the panic attack. At least not for a while."

She nodded and a smile grew again. "I wasn't talking about the panic attack... I actually was about to-"

"You mean how you coaxed information out of me in a vulnerable state... Is that what you were about to say?" Your teasing was back and Jack laughed.

"I didn't force those words out." She grinned. "You just seem to talk yourself into it even when you're trying to think yourself out of it."

You laughed, she knew you too well in only a short period of time. "Funny, I only have the problem when I'm around.. you." You did it again.

Her arm reached out across the top of the couch and her hand found yours. She interlaced your fingers, her eyes roaming from your hands to your eyes. "I see, that must be annoying."

You shrugged. "I'm beginning to think it is not such a bad thing." You shuffled closer, hands still together.

"Whys that?" She knew why, but she needed you to say it. Her nerves getting the better of her as you looked away.

You let go of her hand which caught her attention, worry in her eyes as she looked at you but you only wanted to touch her cheek to bring those whiskey brown eyes back to yours. "I think you know."

She leaned into your touch. You leaned forward so your foreheads were touching. "Are you sure it's not because -"

"It's not." You stayed like that, your eyes closed, just breathing together. "Thank you for this morning, the coffee was needed and the other thing."

"You scared me- I-" She couldn't find the words so you replaced them with your lips. So gentle and soft it was barely a kiss until Jack confirmed it. Her hand curling around your neck, holding you there.

Neither of you deepened it. There was no need to, there was heat there but this wasn't the time for it. Your emotions too high and hers as well.

"Sorry for scaring you..."

"Comes with the job and when... When you care about someone."

You couldn't wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You learnt back against the couch. "Guess it does." Nothing in your tone was playing it cool which made Jack laugh.

- present day -

"That sounds like a perfect end to a shitty work day, I must say." Her words pulled you out of your story.

"What can I say. You left and the world went to shit lucky Jack picked up the pieces."

"Looks like you both did." She did have a point. You hated it when your bestie was always right but this time it wasn't so bad. "Guess I should come to dinner at Jack's tonight then."

"Guess? She may have given you an out but I definitely haven't."

You both laughed as you drove back to your place. Remembering that day now wasn't as hard as it use to be. It was the start of something truly special.

. . . .

I enjoyed writing this. Hope it's what you wanted :)

#jack sloane #jacqueline sloane #jack sloane x reader #ncis reader insert #fem!reader #wlw #jacqueline sloane x reader

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