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inhale 'til your lungs get sore

cw: major character death, ghosts, magical realism 8x15 coda (on ao3)

"That does look worse from up here."

Tommy tensed, his hand tightening on his arm. He glanced sideways, wary of reacting too strongly around the Army. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes drifting back to Evan.

"I mean. Dying," Bobby said dryly.

Tommy hiccuped a laugh, turned it into a cough. He swallowed around the tears in his throat.

"You should call Eddie before they come out," Bobby continued, pacing in front of Tommy.

Tommy spared a moment to be glad that Bobby had moved so it was easier to talk to him before he realized could see Evan on the screen through Bobby's face. Christ. What were the odds that he hadn't cleared that last building and they were in a crumpled heap of metal in the middle of downtown?

He shoved down the part of him that hoped it was true. Even if he would rather be dying than Bobby, that would mean that Evan — and selfishly, so selfishly, Tommy would trade Bobby for Evan in a heartbeat. Considering Bobby had just done the same thing, Tommy thought Bobby might forgive him if he knew what he was thinking.

"Not really my place."

"No one else has the bandwidth to deal with it right now. And if they tell him later, if they realize that they forgot, the guilt that they'll—"

Bastard. Tommy pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to remember what his corporal had taught him about notifications. There were two flights out of El Paso left tonight. Be succinct, be clear, don't use metaphors, and —

"Tommy? Why are you calling?"

Tommy would have appreciated another few seconds to get his thoughts together. "Eddie," he said, taking a deep breath. "A call went bad today. Bobby died."

Eddie stayed silent on the other end of the phone.

"There are two flights left. I can get you a ticket, Chris too, but you need to —"

Evan scrambled to his feet behind Bobby's head and Tommy saw him turn towards the door right before Athena came out.

"Yeah, two tickets, do that," Eddie said finally, his voice cracking.

"They're not — everyone else is still on the scene, they're not being allowed to leave yet or they would have called themselves," Tommy offered, floundering, "I didn't want you to not know."

"Text me the gate details."

Any other day Tommy might be offended that Eddie hung up on him. Tommy purchased the tickets and forwarded the confirmation to Eddie, keeping one eye on the screens and Bobby. "What happens when they come out?" Tommy asked, quiet. He was pretty sure a ghost could hear him no matter how quietly he spoke. "Are they going to be able to see you?"

"That wouldn't be a good idea right now," Bobby smiled at him, the edges of his face blurry. "They wouldn't handle it well. You take care of them, Tommy."

"Shit goodbye," Tommy muttered, tapping his thumb against the pads of his fingers. Okay. Take care of them. Hen and Howie still needed to get to a hospital; he didn't trust that the Army doctor hadn't overlooked something when his main concern was the virus. Ravi, too. Karen and Maddie would want to be there, which meant… babysitters. He could handle that.

Evan and Athena had cleared the area covered by the cameras. He turned away before he could watch the Army take Bobby out, ducking out of the main tent and heading for medical.

"Howie, who watches Jee overnight?"

"Huh?"

"Howie," Tommy softened his voice. "Who watches Jee when you and Maddie both work overnights?"

"Anne," Howie blinked at him, shaking his head, "Tommy?"

"One and only," Tommy said carefully, pressing a hand against the plastic tent. "Can I have her number?"

"I should — I should call," Howie said, staring past Tommy.

"I got it, Howie. What's her number?"

Tommy tapped the number into his phone as Howie dictated it to him. Tommy had to fight the urge to walk away as he made the call, so he'd be closer to Hen, but the look on Howie's face was haunting. He put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi Anne," Tommy kept his voice gentle, as soothing as possible. "This is Tommy, one of Howie's friends. He's okay, but he and Maddie aren't going to be home tonight. Can you watch Jee until tomorrow?"

"Of course. Is Hen all right? Do Denny and Mara need someone to watch them?"

"I'm going to ask her right now. Can I text you when I know?"

"That would be good. Toni and I were going to have a movie night, it would be easy to keep them all at one house if the kids are okay with that."

"I'll ask them and let you know. Thanks, Anne."

Tommy stared at the phone when he hung up. God, where had the time gone if the kids weren't asleep yet? "Okay, Howie. I need to talk to Hen, but Jee might have a sleepover with Denny and Mara if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, yeah, that would be…" Howie trailed off.

Tommy wanted to stay. "Text Maddie, let her know Jee's taken care of."

Tommy repeated the whole thing at Hen's tent, digging his nails into his palm when she started crying. Toni was also in favour of the sleepover, so Tommy left it up to them to decide which house they were going to spend the night at.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" Hen asked, scrubbing her hands over her eyes.

Tommy wanted to scream. "I have no idea. Trying to help, I guess. I have to go check on Ravi."

"Yeah, okay." Hen looked in the opposite direction of Howie's tent. "Sounds good."

He called the administrative line for dispatch as he walked over to Ravi. Tommy knew that all of dispatch already knew the call had gone bad, but he still spent a few minutes going over it with Sue and arranging for Maddie to get a ride to the hospital once they knew where everyone was going. Sue passed along that they'd already pulled the 118 off any calls until B shift got to the station. Tommy sighed. "I'll find a way to get the gear back."

"Don't bother. We have drivers on the way to get the trucks and the supplies."

"Thanks, Sue." He paused. "Can you do me one more favour?"

"I'm fine," Ravi said, before Tommy could say anything.

"Probably," Tommy agreed. "You still got knocked around pretty good. You should get checked out at a real hospital."

"They said I was fine."

"They were concerned about a virus. We're concerned about everything else." Tommy looked at Karen. "Athena's probably in the middle of giving everyone hell and Sue's working on getting ambulances here. Toni and Anne are watching the kids, so all you have to do is drive there once we know which one they're going to."

Karen eyed Tommy curiously. "You've been busy."

"Not much else for me to do around here."

"Tommy!" Evan scrambled towards him when he came back into the main tent. "I thought you—"

"No," Tommy said emphatically. "I was making some calls."

He turned towards Athena, lightheaded when he saw the expression on her face. "Sue's sending two ambulances to take everyone to the hospital."

"Good." Athena turned back to the Colonel, her voice hard. "We're leaving."

"Sergeant Grant—"

"—is leaving," Tommy said, stepping in front of her. "As is the rest of the 118." He squared his jaw, crossing his arms over his chest. "They've earned that much."

"I'm not done with you either, Firefighter."

"Then arrest me. I can't wait to call my lawyer," Tommy shot back. He watched the Colonel pause. "When you decide what you want to do with me, I'll be at the hospital with them."

Ambulance sirens cut through the air.

"Let's go," Athena said, taking Evan's arm in hers. "Tommy."

"Yep." Tommy saluted the Colonel with enough attitude to make it clear it was not out of respect. He spun on his heel, following Athena out of the tent.

"I gotta…" Evan stared at his phone, his eyes hollow. "I have to call Eddie."

Tommy checked his watch. "You'll only get his voicemail, Evan," he said quietly. "His plane's already in the air."

"Oh," Evan deflated and Tommy leaned forward, catching his phone before it could drop to the floor. Ravi flinched. "You called him?"

"You and Athena seemed like you were pretty busy."

"Even after…?" Evan took a shaky breath, his brow furrowed.

"He's going to meet you at the hospital," Tommy said, not willing to get into that whole conversation in front of Ravi. Or at all. It seemed trivial and stupid now. It had been stupid when he said it, but— "There's a car waiting to pick him and Chris up when they land."

"Oh, fuck," Evan flushed. "I should have done that."

"It's okay, Evan. You can take care of them at the hospital," Tommy promised.

"Ravi, man, how are you doing?" Evan asked, leaning past Tommy to look at Ravi.

Ravi shrugged, his shoulders drooping. "I'm fine," he muttered, crossing his arms. "You didn't have to put me on the stretcher."

"Ravi, you got blown up and stopped breathing for a minute. You're riding on the stretcher," Evan said firmly, clasping a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I'm—" Ravi stopped abruptly, the blood draining out of his face.

Tommy shoved the puke bucket onto his lap, just in case.

"This is a nightmare," Ravi stared out the back window. "I want to wake up."

Same, kid.

Evan's chin wobbled once. "You're going to be okay, Ravi."

Athena was waiting outside the hospital doors for them, Hen and Howie already swept away by the doctors for surgery and check-ups. "Sue Blevins said to call if we need anything. Maddie's going to be here soon," she added, looking over at Evan. "The two of you are in line for concussion protocols."

"Athena!" Evan protested.

"You are getting checked out, Evan Buckley, if I have to handcuff you to a bed. And I can find a second pair if you want to argue with me too," Athena looked over at Ravi.

"Concussion protocol sounds awesome," Ravi said after a beat. "Where's that?"

"Fine," Evan sighed.

Tommy's phone rang. "That's the station," he told them. "I've got to take this. Text me if there's anything I can bring back with me. Hopefully I won't be long," he added, jogging for the front doors.

"Hey, Melton."

"Is it true? Did Nash really—"

"Yeah," Tommy swallowed, sinking onto the nearest bench. He tipped his head back, staring up at the sky. "How long am I grounded for?"

"How long do you need?"

"I'm pretty sure that's not how suspensions work."

"Funny thing about that. The Army was out here trying to light someone's ass on fire to get you fired and now it's all 'please thank Firefighter Kinard for his assistance tonight' so…" Melton paused, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Hard to hand out punishment when the people pushing for it change their mind."

"Stellar." Tommy sighed.

"You're not actually about to get arrested, are you?"

"Probably not. Call back tomorrow."

"I'll juggle your schedule, get Donato in for the next few days. Just in case."

"You're an eternal optimist, Melton."

"Fuck off, you know they beat that out of you in basic."

Tommy dragged a hand over his face. "I'll you know when I know things."

"Appreciate it. Let someone at the 118 know to call if they need anything."

"B shift is on their way to the station — you might want to try and call them there and make the offer. I don't think A's going to be back on their feet for a while."

"Will do. Take care of yourself, Kinard."

"That could have gone worse."

"How long have you been… hovering there?" What was the correct term to use when a ghost was lurking? Tommy glanced down. Yep. Bobby's feet were firmly — if translucently — on the ground. No floating required.

"Long enough," Bobby said, which wasn't really an answer.

"Okay." Tommy nodded. "I should—" he gestured over his shoulder, back towards the hospital.

"Eddie and Chris are here," Bobby told him.

Tommy checked his watch. Shit. He hadn't noticed the time passing. "That's good. They all need to be together. What do you think, snacks?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're here?" Tommy shrugged. "Kind of expected you to not show up again after you disappeared from the tent."

"Yeah," Bobby frowned. "Don't tell me you're disappointed."

"Aren't you? Wasting your haunting on me?" Tommy scrubbed both hands through his hair. "Sorry, that was—"

"It's been a weird night," Bobby offered helpfully.

"Tell me about it."

Tommy spent ten minutes staring at the menu board in the hospital coffee shop before giving up. "Two of everything you have left," he said, glancing over at Bobby. "And drinks. Um. Ten of them." Tommy rattled off most of them without an issue, pausing when it came to the Grants. Bobby took over, and Tommy repeated their orders to the cashier.

He took the bag that the cashier offered him gratefully, glad that he could balance a tray of drinks in each hand without issue. Tommy started with Karen, handing over her drink and the first box of food. He did a slow counterclockwise loop of the waiting room, pausing in front of Athena and the kids. "I had to guess. Hopefully they're okay," he said quietly, handing May another box.

"Thanks, Tommy," Athena murmured.

"Yeah, no problem."

The only people he hadn't talked to yet were Evan, Eddie and Chris and Tommy made himself walk over there without pausing, handing out the last of it and sinking into the chair beside Evan.

"One of us would have helped you bring all this back," Evan said quietly, leaning in so Tommy could hear him.

"It's fine. I managed," Tommy whispered back. "You all needed to be here together." He was suddenly, viciously tired.

"Okay. We're still waiting for news."

Tommy nodded.

"—mmy? Tommy." Evan shook his shoulder.

"Yeah," Tommy blinked, his head fuzzy. "Sorry, repeat that?"

"They're sending us all home. Hen and Chim have to stay overnight but they're not allowed to have any guests. I'm — I'm gonna stay with Maddie tonight. Eddie and Chris are going to—"

"—the house," Tommy finished with him. "Makes sense." He resisted the urge to scrub his hands over his face, blinking one more time.

"What are you gonna…" Evan trailed off.

Tommy shrugged. "I'll make sure Karen and Ravi have a way to get home and then…" he glanced over at Athena, frowning when he saw Bobby behind her. "If you need anything, just give me a call."

"I don't think you should be driving," Evan said, his brow furrowed.

Tommy yawned. "Definitely not. Uber, though," the corner of his mouth twitched in an attempt at a smile, "I can order with the best of them."

Karen had convinced Ravi to spend the night at their place; Tommy wasn't sure how and he didn't ask. It certainly made getting them both home easier. He tried not to notice how often he found his attention drifting to Evan as they waited, Eddie and Chris leaving first and the Grants leaving after them.

"Aren't you going with them?" Evan asked, when Tommy didn't get in the car with Karen and Ravi.

"Other direction. I ordered one for myself. It'll be here in ten minutes," Tommy said easily, lying through his teeth. "That's you and Maddie, right?"

"Yeah. Let me know you got home all right, okay?"

"Of course."

Tommy waited until the car had pulled out onto the street and disappeared around the corner before he wandered back inside the hospital, making his way up to the ICU.

"Is Rick here tonight?" he asked the charge nurse.

"Who's aski… Tommy?" She pulled her glasses down, squinting over the rims at him. "Christ, kid, what's it been, three years?"

"Aw, Mona, you remember me."

"I remember those biceps," she hummed, looking him up and down. "What do you want Rick for?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Nope. I do want one of whatever you've got in that box of yours. Rick's down the hall in 8. You can wait for him out here."

"Deal. Jelly filled?"

Mona leaned in, dropping her voice. "See, I told him dumping you was something he was going to regret. Here you are remembering a girl's favourite order and you weren't even trying to get into my pants."

"Mona, you're young enough to be my aunt."

She cackled with delight. "If Rick doesn't want to help you with whatever rule you're breaking, come back to me. That was smooth."

"What on earth are you up to, Tommy?" Bobby asked, following him to the chairs against the wall and sitting down beside him. Tommy really hoped that they weren't there long enough for someone else to need it. He didn't want to see what would happen if Bobby didn't move fast enough.

It was too quiet to talk back to Bobby without someone noticing, and Tommy didn't really want to pretend to be on a call in the middle of the night in the ICU, so he pulled out his phone and started typing a note. Figured you'd want to keep an eye on Hen and Howie tonight, and if you're stuck with me, then I'm going to stay close.

"I think I can travel around without you."

Let's not test that out tonight. I'm just going to ask Rick if there's somewhere I can crash. Lots of on call rooms that don't get used.

"Rick's an ex?"

Sort of. Well, I was the rebound guy. So it didn't go anywhere.

"Went somewhere far enough that his coworkers remember you."

Tommy rolled his eyes. Sorry I'm a catch, he thought about typing out, but then he'd just get caught up in all the times being a catch hadn't been enough. I picked him up after work sometimes.

"Tommy?"

"Hey, Rick," Tommy stood up, smiling. "Been awhile."

"Yeah," Rick nodded, pulling Tommy into a hug. "You look good. Well, you look like you haven't slept in two days, but other than that."

"You don't have to lie," Tommy joked. "I have a favour to ask."

"No promises yet, but hit me."

"Is there somewhere I can crash tonight? A couple of my friends are in Critical Care and — no visitors, you know — but I wanted to stay close just in case."

"Yeah, of course. That's easy. I thought you were going to ask me to sneak you into Crit."

Tommy shrugged. "That might be an ask for the rest of their friends tomorrow."

"Tommy," Rick laughed. "There aren't enough blowjobs in the world for that favour."

"You say that now," Tommy joked. Back when they were dating, Tommy would have made good on the dare. "How's Colin?"

"He's taking the bar next month so he's been horrible to live with, but other than that," Rick said, waving Tommy down the hall, "Here's our four star on call room. Close your eyes and ignore anyone else who comes in here. Sorry about not having ear plugs."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Snacks, for whoever wants them," Tommy added, handing off the pastry box he was still holding.

"Like I said, easiest favour you could have asked for," Rick leaned against the door frame, watching Tommy. "Hey, about the other favour. You should come over for dinner after Colin's passed that fucking test. And if you're not… you know. You could stay over."

"Dinner sounds great," Tommy glanced towards the door, glad that Bobby had disappeared to see the others. "I'll let you know about the rest."

"My shift ends at seven, I'll make sure you're awake before I take off."

"Perfect. Hey, stay safe tonight."

"I don't leave the building. I should be telling you that." Rick knocked against the door frame, pushing himself off it. "I'll warn Mona that you're in here."

Tommy remembered to text Evan and lie about getting home. He set his phone on do not disturb, hesitating for a moment before making sure that Evan could call through. He tucked his flight suit and phone underneath the bed before closing his eyes and hoping that he was just having a very, very bad dream.

"They're refusing to let anyone in before visiting hours at nine!"

"Evan," Tommy said gently, bracing his forehead against his knees. "They've got rules they have to follow, too."

"But— don't they know that— Maddie's—"

"Baby," Tommy interrupted before Evan could get going again. "Everyone in here is having the worst day of their life. I promise they're taking good care of Hen and Howie."

Evan's breath hitched and Tommy played back what he'd just said, wincing when he realized he'd used a pet name.

"I have a friend who works in the hospital, okay? I'll give them a call and see if they can tell you more about what's going on." Tommy looked up, holding a hand up when Rick opened his mouth. He shook his head and Rick shrugged, sitting down across from him.

"Are you coming back today?"

"I have to go to Harbor and talk to my boss, but if I can get to the hospital today I will."

"Text me?" Evan asked, his voice shaking.

"Yes," Tommy promised. "I'm going to hang up now, okay? I'll talk to my friend and let you know what's going."

"Okay. Tommy…"

"I'll talk to you soon," Tommy promised. He hung up before either one of them dissolved into tears, letting his head hit the wall behind him. It was a satisfying thunk.

"Don't do that," Rick said, leaning forward and slipping a hand behind Tommy's head before he could do it again. "Baby, huh? Sounds like it's just going to be dinner."

"Shut the hell up," Tommy managed, shaking his head. "It's complicated. Fuck."

"This about your friends?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, looking over at Rick. "Any chance you'd be willing to harass a few colleagues for information?"

"I'll sic Mona on them." Rick looked Tommy over, his eyes critical. "You need a shower. I'll find you a pair of scrubs." He poked Tommy's arm. "Hopefully you don't rip them. Get up, let's hit the locker room."

By the time Tommy had spent twenty minutes under a scalding hot shower, Rick had tracked down a pair of scrubs that would fit him and Mona had a full court update that Tommy was able to pass on to Evan. "I should turn my phone off," he told Rick, flipping it in his hand as they walked out together. "Just…" he glanced out the doors, catching Bobby lingering near the ambulance bay.

"Come on," Rick slung his arm around Tommy's shoulders. "I'll give you a ride to your station, save you the Uber trouble."

"You don't have to do that, I'm sure Colin—"

"—Is very glad for every moment I'm not home so he doesn't have to feel bad about ignoring me to study," Rick finished.

"Okay." Tommy was too tired to argue, sliding into the passenger seat of Rick's sedan. Bobby popped up in the backseat.

"Doctor, huh? Guess you've always had good taste."

Tommy snorted, waving Rick off when he looked over. "Sorry, just thinking about what these friends would have said if they were around while we were dating."

"Probably the same thing that Mona tells me every few months," Rick joked.

"Hey, uh… if you see anyone when you go back for your next shift, maybe don't tell them I stayed at the hospital last night."

"I see you're still terrible at sharing," Rick said dryly. "Don't worry. I'll consider it doctor-patient confidentiality."

"I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay, so…" Tommy shrugged. "Definitely wasn't sure you'd be able to pull strings for ten people if they all wanted to stay. Which they would have."

"Ah. In that case. I appreciate that you're terrible at sharing."

Chief Simpson was apparently livid that Tommy had absconded with another helicopter and gotten out of it because the Army wasn't willing to publicize what had been going on. Melton was amused in the way that all vets tended to be when another vet gave the Army the finger, and everyone else at Harbor wanted him to teach them to do barrel rolls.

Tommy was exhausted. Grabbing a few hours at the hospital had done less than nothing, and he still had to get home on his own.

He texted Evan.

Need to grab a few hours, putting my phone on silent. Setting an alarm for three hours and will let you know where I'm at then.

Tommy turned his phone to silent before Evan could reply.

"You look like dogshit," Lucy said bluntly, coming to a stop in front of Tommy.

He blinked at her, his keys dangling from his hand. "I think I need to call a cab."

"I got you." Lucy bundled him into his truck with surprising speed. She put on the classic rock station that Tommy liked, lowering the volume. They didn't talk on the way home, or when she helped Tommy into the house, or when she bullied him into his bedroom.

"I'm going to get a ride back to the station," she told him, tapping her fingers against the back of his hand.

"Take the truck," Tommy offered. "I can get back to Harbor. Or you can pick me up. Whatever."

"I'll pick you up. Get some sleep, Tommy."

Tommy hated that she could see through the cracks now. She'd had an idea since the breakup, but now… god. "Thanks, Lucy."

"Yeah, I got you." Lucy smiled tiredly. "I'll lock the door behind me. Text when you wake up so I know you're not in a coma."

"That might be prefer—"

"Not a good joke to make today," she reminded him.

"Yeah," Tommy squeezed her hand. "Let me know you got home all right."

"Moira Blake is a fucking terrible mad scientist," Tommy said, staring at the ceiling. "Who doesn't make a stockpile for themselves when they can't be sure one dose will enough for an untested virus?"

"Rewriting history?"

Tommy groaned, leaning up on one elbow. Bobby sat at the end of his bed. "Just saying, that crazy woman could have inhaled it at the lab and then what would she have had to try and sell? How could she know that one dose was enough protection for a human? Actually, how could she know one dose would be enough for permanent inoculation? What if she got infected twice? I bet she hadn't been able to test the R-naught before they kicked her out of the lab — hey, I'm allowed to know weird things too," he protested, watching the expression on Bobby's face.

"I never said you weren't."

"And I know what you're thinking, it's not because of Rick."

"I never said that either. Have you considered that you're trying to assign logic to something inherently illogical?"

"Says the ghost sitting at the end of the bed. Come to think of it," Tommy said, gesturing angrily, "how could she be sure that the one dose of the virus she made would get out of the lab? Without it, her antivirus was useless and not worth anything, and she didn't exactly go back to her house and make some more to release somewhere else. What the hell was she — has she never watched a James Bond movie?"

"Sorry, just checking, but are you advocating in favour of the mad scientist right now?"

"No, just — it was so stupid. She knows the protocols, she should have known that the doors would come down in a fire and there was a chance the virus would get trapped in the lab and burn up. I don't want her to be good at her job but why did she have to be so bad at it?"

"She could have been worse," Bobby offered.

"Yeah, the virus could have made it out of the lab," Tommy agreed. "Doesn't mean that what happened isn't a worst case scenario."

Bobby smiled. "That's nice to hear, kid."

"Yeah, if I were you I'd be shocked that people miss you." Tommy rolled his eyes, sitting up properly. "If you're sticking around I might as well get up."

"You're not sleeping well," Bobby said, following him into the kitchen.

Tommy found himself getting two cups out of the cupboard automatically. He paused, looking up at Bobby. "Can you—?"

"I don't know." Bobby tilted his head, staring at the cup. "I haven't tried."

"I'm not a huge fan of this one, if you want to," Tommy offered. He filled Bobby's mug with water, shrugging when Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Not going to waste a coffee if you drop it. And of course I'm not sleeping well. You've seen the last few days," he said simply.

Bobby huffed, reaching out for the mug. Tommy looked out the back window, unsure what he wanted to happen but worried that if he stared too hard, nothing would happen.

"Huh," Bobby said curiously. Tommy looked back. The mug was intact, there was water missing, and there was nothing on the floor.

"Huh," Tommy echoed. "You want some coffee?"

"Cream, no sugar."

Tommy dumped the water out and filled the mug with coffee, carrying them both out to the living room. "You can have the armchair," he told Bobby, sinking down on the couch. "What are the odds that I actually get some sleep today?"

"Better if you stop talking to me," Bobby said blandly.

Tommy flipped Bobby off and closed his eyes. The television clicked on and over to the baseball game, volume barely audible, and Tommy drifted off to the dulcet tones of the Padres broadcast.

Tommy startled awake when a cabinet door crashed open in the kitchen. Was Bobby—

"Buck's cooking. And he's about to pop his head out and apologize for waking you up."

"Tommy, shit, sorry, go back to sleep."

"Evan, how did you…" Tommy frowned.

"You didn't move the spare," Evan said. "You really should do that when you break up with someone, you know."

Tommy checked the clock. "I missed the alarm?"

"I got here about five minutes before it was going to go off. You looked… I thought I should let you sleep. You made two cups of coffee?"

Tommy laughed, his voice rusty. "Trying to stay awake. What are you doing here?"

"We got kicked out of the hospital. Visiting hours, disruptions, tests, et cetera…" Evan shrugged, frowning . "I cooked all night at Maddie's. She told me if I came back and kept cooking she'd — with love — kick me to the curb. So I, uh," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Thought you'd terrorize me with your cooking instead?"

"Terrorize implies that it's not going to taste good," Evan said, sniffing haughtily.

"Right," Tommy inhaled deeply. Ah. The famous Bobby chili.

"He's going to ask about the—"

"Cocoa powder's on the top shelf over the stove," Tommy told Evan.

"How'd you know that was what he was looking for?"

"How'd you know that was what I was looking for?"

Bobby and Evan overlapped with each other when they spoke and Tommy blinked, rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Evan, you told me that story the first time you made me chili last year."

"You remembered that?"

"I told him you were good for him."

"…What?" Tommy asked, unsure of which one of them he was actually responding to.

"You remembered that?" Evan asked again, his voice shaking.

"Of course I remembered. It was important to you so it was important to me."

"Tommy, are you awake right now?" Evan asked.

"I mean, I don't normally talk in my sleep. Or imagine my… you breaking in to cook me dinner, so I'm going with yes?" Tommy asked, looking at Bobby's chair in confusion.

"So you're saying all of this on purpose?"

"Was I not supposed to remember the things you tell me?" Tommy asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm confused. Is me remembering a good thing or a bad thing? I can tell you I remember from when he made it for us before my transfer if you'd rather."

Evan crossed the living room in three large steps and knelt down in front of Tommy.

"What's going on?" Tommy asked softly.

"You helped me run away from the Army and you remember the goofy little stories that I told you," Evan said, equally soft. "I'm going to finish making dinner, you get some more sleep. We'll talk about how I no longer accept you breaking up with me in the morning." He smiled faintly, cupping Tommy's cheek and pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. "I think I can out stubborn you."

"I've never been un-broken up with. I might be bad at it," Tommy said, swallowing hard.

"First time for both of us. I think we'll nail the learning curve," Evan said brightly, standing up. "I'm taking this coffee away from you," he added, reaching for the one in front of Bobby.

"Not that— take this one," Tommy said, handing his cup to Evan. "That one's far enough away I won't go for it."

"Okay, weirdo." Evan laughed at him. "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Remind me to tell you about the time I unfired Buck," Bobby said, waiting until Buck was back in the kitchen to have some more of his coffee.

"—Did Bobby really unfire you?" Tommy called into the kitchen.

The tin of cocoa powder hit the floor with a clatter. "Who told you that? Was it Chim?"

#911 fic #inhale til your lungs get sore #bucktommy #tommy kinard #bobby nash #evan buckley #athena grant #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley han #karen wilson #eddie diaz #ravi panikkar #cw major character death

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milolsk · 8 months ago

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c/w; gn reader, he calls you doll once, choking but not really, manhandling, fwb dynamic, pent up leon, dry humping, a bit ooc so I’m sorry for that, some dirty talk, if I missed any lmk!

thinking about roommate!leon, who you’ve somehow found yourself in a fwb situation with. you’re still unsure how this situation came to be. but you don’t find yourself complaining about that when you have your roommate come home from work, all frustrated and annoyed, and knowing you’re in for an interesting ride.

his hands find purchase tightly on your hips as soon as the door slams shut behind him and he manages to find you in your shared kitchen, lazily reading the back of a box from which your snacking on. your eyes widen in surprise at his urgency, pushing the box further away from yourself and swallowing thickly.

you don’t say anything. his hips push you into the counter as his own come behind you, a huff escaping his nose as his hands knead the flesh of your hips in his hands. the edge of the countertop digs into your skin, the coolness of the granite top biting in a soothing way. your palms flatten out against the countertop, pushing yourself straight up to feel his chest against your back. your head turns to the side, and your eyes lock with his own blue ones.

you know the cloudy look in those eyes. fuck, you know what’s gonna happen.

“is this okay?” his voice is rough. he’s impatient despite being so close, and even despite his frustration he wants to be sure you’re okay with him doing this. his hands grab harshly at your hips as he rolls his hips into you involuntarily, lips rosy and bruised from how hard he’s biting at them.

“yes.” breathless. it’s always been okay if it’s him.

he doesn’t wait for anything further. his lips crash onto yours, the angle awkward as your neck strains to the side enough to make the messy kiss feel relieving. it’s urgent, animalistic, and sloppy. one of his hands disconnects from its rightful place, a meek escaping your throat shortly before he grabs your neck with the stray hand and gently squeezes. it’s not enough to cut off the flow of blood, instead he rests his hand on you as if you’d disappear if he’s not holding you tight enough.

groaning against you, his lips detach from your own. that earns a disappointment whine from you, though your caught off guard as the hand on your throat moves to rest on the back of your neck. his hand pushes your neck down to bend you over the counter. his other hand leaves your hips and finds itself grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“y’don’t even know how long I’ve waited for this, doll.”

his breath is hot on the shell of your ear, and his words earn nothing less than a wanton moan out of you as his hips roll into your ass. the friction you both finally feel is what you assume heaven to be.

he’s rough and demanding. the pace of his hips only picks up the longer your held in this position. from the corner of your eye you can see his rugged face as his teeth leave marks on his lips, jaw falling open every few moments to release a quiet pant that makes you envious of the air that drinks in his sounds instead of your ears. the hand from your neck snakes down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up enough to grab at the soft skin below it instead, a guttural moan escaping his throat as his hips roll against you harsher.

“fuuuck, baby. need my cock in you now. fuckin missed this hole. can’t take it anymore, need’ya now.”

you’re tugged out of the hazy state the pleasurable friction left you in, finding yourself flipped onto your back on the counter with leon slotting himself between your legs. he doesn’t struggle with the belt in his fingers and the metal clanking of the buckle against the tiled floors reverberates in the kitchen.

your mouth salivates, hands rushing down to remove your own trousers.

a/n; long time no see! i’m so sorry for the year long hiatus. if it was a crime to be erratic in posting i’d be in for life. this is super rushed and not checked, so if there’s any spelling errors lmk! i’ve been super starved of fic ideas or anything of the sort and feel like my writings not up to par. feel free to suggest anything I could work with, and if I disappear for another year or so please don’t hold it against me 😭🙏

#leon s kennedy x reader #re2 leon #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 6 leon #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil smut #resident evil 4 smut #re6 leon #leon s kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you

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makeitworse · 2 months ago

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BITTER

you thought whatever you and se-mi had going on didn’t need a name. now you wonder why she’s bitter.

contains: f!reader x semi. thanos squad au. drugs & alc. fwb. jealousy. misunderstanding. fluff | angst | smut (oral). 18+

se-mi stood with her back to the bar, her head being among the many that were turned in the direction of the dance floor.

she’d long since forgotten what drink min-su (who was still sat at their booth) had asked her to order. while waiting to be served, her eyes drifted across the club, wondering where you had ended up— and everything else fell away once her gaze found you.

swaying your body under the flashing neon lights, moving with the crowd to the bass of the song pulsing from the speakers. su-bong was beside you with an arm in the air, face beaming as he cheered you on.

he was barely maintaining the thin gap between your bodies— you could so easily close it, press against him in front of everyone. in front of her.

se-mi sighed, grounding herself back in reality. it’s not like you owe her anything. she’s just a friend to you.

she faces the counter again, deciding that she’ll need a shot.

nam-gyu stumbled besides her, rubbing at his nose with a snort. se-mi scoffed.

“seriously? this isn’t even a club,”

the group had settled for a modest hotel bar with a live band playing. club pentagon was the designated spot for nights-out, where nam-gyu could flaunt his employee privileges— but to entice min-su to come out, downsizing to a less intimidating venue was necessary.

but clearly, time and place was irrelevant to nam-gyu. he’d snort a line during the birth of his child.

nam-gyu rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the bartender. “tequila shot, please.”

“two.” se-mi piped in.

nam-gyu eyed her. “min-su boring you?”

“no, he’s not.” her eyes flickered back to the dance floor— where you were linking arms with su-bong, skipping in a circle.

nam-gyu notices, and cranes his head to stare too.

“twenty bucks they’re fucking.”

“shouldn’t you know?” se-mi turned to him, tone too forced to sound casual.

“nah, he— oh hey, we can ask her now.”

se-mi distantly hears the bartender tap the shot glasses on the counter as she faces you— jogging up to them with a smile blown wide on your face.

she tries (and fails) to still her racing heart. you looked so beautiful, even while panting and with your hair all frizzled. could be a sight mistaken for something else.. but she suppresses the thought.

“are we doing shots?” you say, out of breath.

before nam-gyu can tap his card to pay, you snatch a shot glass and tilt your head, chucking the shot back.

you grimace, then take se-mi by the hand. “okay, come with me!”

nam-gyu’s voice protesting bleeds into the thumping music as you drag se-mi to the dance floor.

“what about su-b—”

“ugh, he left me to shit. come on!”

more like to snort a line in a toilet cubicle, but se-mi thanks him for this opening anyway.

you weave through the crowd before settling on a spot. you turn to her with a playful grin, and she can’t help how her mouth curls at it. you’re too cute.

her breathe hitches when you pull her in close— enough that her nose almost bumps yours. your arms wrap around se-mi’s shoulders, and she could damn near melt at how you’re looking at her.

lashes heavy, lips parted slightly. if she didn’t know any better, she’d think you’d want to kiss her.

but you didn’t swing that way.

you’re swaying your body side to side, and you get se-mi to rock with you. you giggle when she follows your lead. the noise makes her chest warm.

se-mi dares to brush her fingers on your side, and when you don’t protest, both her hands find purchase on your waist.

“you look really pretty tonight,” se-mi breathed. “everyone here’s thinking it.”

you giggled. “i think they’re looking at you.”

se-mi scoffs, glancing away. but you’re not joking.

you lean in, voice low at her ear. “maybe.. it’s ‘cause they’re jealous.”

se-mi composes herself, goosebumps tingling on the back of her neck.

“yeah?” she replies breathlessly. “and what’ve i got over them?”

your hand comes to cup se-mi’s jaw, thumb tracing over her cheek.

“me.”

you’re just drunk. she keeps repeating it in her head like a mantra. this doesn’t mean anything.

her thoughts dissolve as you lean forward on your toes, pressing a placid kiss to se-mi’s lips. she doesn’t move— just stands there, moving her hand to lightly hold the small of your back, while your lips melded against hers.

at her lack of response, you pull away, giggling shyly. you almost look embarrassed. se-mi’s blood was buzzing. okay, i guess this is what we’re doing.

so she kisses you. and there’s no hesitation before you kiss her back harder.

this time, you’re parting your lips, and se-mi responds in kind by sliding her tongue against yours. you couldn’t care less about the people around— you kissed her like she was the air you breathe.

se-mi tries not to get carried away, but you’re not making it any easier. she reminds herself that you’re only into boys. but with the way you’re pressing your body against hers, se-mi could doubt that fact.

her hands come to anchor your hips, since you were damn near grinding on her. a noise escapes your mouth— was that a moan?

se-mi’s last resolve almost snaps at that— until she hears nam-gyu’s voice (insta turn-off).

“alright, get a room.”

you pull away from se-mi’s lips with a wet smack, turning to the boys with a dazed smile.

“let’s do schnapps!” su-bong whooped, already extending a hand for you to take.

se-mi wishes you’d keep your hands on her instead. but of course you take su-bong’s.

“are you coming, se-mi?”

she doesn’t hide how she purses her lips. she nods, because she’ll go with you— but she won’t act glad to see the boys.

nam-gyu squints at her, like he’s gauging something. se-mi just flips him off. probably doesn’t do much to deter what se-mi’s certain he must be thinking.

…fuck, she never got min-su his drink.

se-mi had found herself waking up on su-bong’s couch— squinting to make out the room around her.

“oh, mornin’.”

she rubbed at her eyes, the blur of purple hair coming into focus. su-bong blew out smoke, and offered his vape to se-mi. she shook her head.

se-mi glanced around. “where’s..?”

“you’re up!”

her neck practically snapped in the direction of your voice. you jogged over from the hallway, leaping onto the cushion next to se-mi. you landed unapologetically close— the side of your body pressing into hers.

you’ve always been a touchy person. it’s how you showed love. but it’s not the same, not after last night.

you kissed her. yes, you were drunk, and yes, you don’t see se-mi that way, and yeah you don’t even like girls— but she does. and she can’t just act like it meant nothing.

“how’d you sleep?” you smiled, knee bumping hers.

you’re pretty chirpy for being hungover on the amount of alcohol you tanked last night.

se-mi shrugged. “i miss my own bed.”

“yeah, me too.” su-bong piped up. “i was in between these two fuckers playing tug of war with the blanket all night.”

he jutted a finger at you before turning to nam-gyu, who was shuffling over with a scowl. his comedown isn’t as pretty as yours.

se-mi bit the inside of her cheek. she hadn’t considered where you ended up sleeping last night. she would’ve dragged you to the couch with her, if she knew you’d be sharing a bed with two guys.

se-mi sighs, silencing that thought. they weren’t trouble like that. well, su-bong at least.

nam-gyu pawed at su-bong for his vape. se-mi turns to you, opening her mouth to speak— and you lean closer with a playful grin. are you.. flirting?

“when are you leaving?” she tries to keep her voice from cracking; your breath was fanning her face. she could think you want to kiss her again.

“mm,” you tilted your head to su-bong, who was showing off blowing a smoke ring to nam-gyu. “what’s for breakfast?”

“whatever you can make, mama. mi casa su casa.”

se-mi and nam-gyu rolled their eyes in sync. they both take notice. neither of them mention it.

“i can take you home.” se-mi continued.

she parked her car at the street over from his place before they went out, in preparation to take min-su home early in the morning. but clearly he left before anyone else even woke up.

“okay,” you hum. “but only if you cook with me.”

you clasped your palm over hers with a smile, enticing her to agree. se-mi grins stupidly, nodding. you drive a hard bargain.

⏦ﾟ♡︎

se-mi stood there whisking eggs in a bowl, listening to you whistle as you turned the stove on— pretending like she wouldn’t rather just make out with you here instead.

she could so easily slide her hands around your waist, hike you up onto this counter…

like some damn perv would think. what was she, nam-gyu? she could choke herself out.

“you making meringue or something?”

your voice snaps se-mi back into reality. she glances down— realising that she’d been stirring the eggs like crazy while deep in thought.

“i think they’re whisked, se-mi. thanks.” you chuckle, slipping your hand under hers to take the bowl from her hold. the noise has her eyes falling to your lips.

you linger for a second longer, like you noticed— before you’re gone again, turning to the stovetop with the bowl. if you did notice, you don’t say so.

the eggs sizzle as you pour them into the frypan. se-mi decides she’ll bite.

“sooo, was i your first kiss with a girl?”

her tone’s casual, playful. not strained. it’s just a little joke between friends. she hopes it’s not screaming letskissagainpleaseimsofuckinggay—

“oh, yeah— fuck, i’m so sorry about that.” you’re caught off-guard, covering your face as you cringe. she probably only just reminded you it even happened. funny, since it hasn’t left her mind. “i should not have had that shot—”

“—no, no. it’s okay.” se-mi smiles reassuringly.

“oh. alright.” you straighten up. “well, yes. was i good?”

se-mi scoffs, leaning against the counter. “do you ask the guys that too?”

“i don’t care what they think.”

se-mi nods along, trying to read your face. what’s that supposed to mean? “yes. it was a nice kiss.”

you’re silent for a beat, scraping the pan with a spatula. you look conflicted.

“did you like it?”

se-mi almost chokes. “okay, what are these questions—”

“i’m sorry! i’m just…” you sigh. “i haven’t done that before.”

you glance at se-mi with furrowed brows. you’re speaking to her as a friend still, shy over something you did on impulse— not someone you kissed because you’ve got feelings for them. because it meant something.

se-mi exhales. she knows better than to crush on a straight girl.

“i’m not complaining.” she smirked, placing a reassuring hand on your arm.

for a moment, you smile at her, and se-mi swears your gaze drifts to her mouth. but then you’re gone again— clearing your throat and turning back to the stove.

“hope you’re hungry.”

not for breakfast— but yes, she was.

like promised, you rode passenger in se-mi’s car as she drove you home. you laughed at the irony when chappell roan started playing on the radio.

se-mi smiles as she hears you softly singing along to the lyrics. she resists the urge to ask you if you’re certain you’re straight.

se-mi pulls up to a red light, taking the chance to glance at you: twiddling your thumbs, looking like you’re contemplating something. se-mi opens her mouth, but you speak before she can:

“i’m sorry about being weird,”

“what do you mean?” se-mi cut you off before you could continue that train of thought. “you’re not, you—”

the traffic light flashes green, so se-mi has turn her attention back to the road.

“the kiss.” you continued. “i wasn’t trying to force myself onto you or—”

se-mi states your name sternly, glancing at you briefly. “it wasn’t like that to me.”

you sigh in relief. se-mi almost says more, but she’ll leave it up to you to steer where this conversation goes.

“i just.. had this sudden urge to kiss you. y’know? it felt right.” you giggled, glancing at se-mi for her reaction. “it’s weird to me, ‘cause i don’t even like girls.”

ouch.

“or maybe i do, i don’t know.” you put your head in your hands, flustered.

se-mi could cry tears of joy.

she feels confident enough to tease; “is this you asking me to help?”

you balked at her, mouth open. se-mi laughs it off (just in case you’re not serious). but in her peripheral, she can see you chewing your lip in thought.

“okay. fuck it.”

“huh?” se-mi snaps her head at you, almost missing a turn on the road.

“let’s just do it.” you smile at her, giddy.

“wait, what do you—”

“—but only if this isn’t.. weird for you.”

se-mi would slam on the breaks in the middle of the highway right now if it means you’re letting her hit.

“of course not.” she replies way too quickly.

you play with the hem of your dress in your lap. se-mi sneaks a glance at your thighs— and impulsively slides a hand from the wheel to grab you there. a little gasp slips from you.

“i’ll take us somewhere quiet,” she breathed.

“can’t wait.”

she’ll probably get a ticket for speeding.

⏦ﾟ♡︎

se-mi reroutes to a shopping mall, settling for a dark corner in the underground parking lot. fortunately, it’s not busy this time of day— but she can tell you’re still on edge as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

her hand comes to your knee, thumb softly rubbing the skin.

“we don’t have to,” she starts.

“i want to.” you finish.

se-mi smiles. you smile back. she reaches for your face, cupping your cheek in her palm. you lean in to her touch. her lips part with a shaky exhale. se-mi almost can’t believe this is actually happening— she could pinch herself.

“yeah?” she says breathlessly.

“yes.” you whisper back.

her lips find yours first. soft, pensive. a question. your mouths move together slowly, the kiss gradually deepening— until your tongue pushes past her lips, and you mewl into her mouth when you taste her. a demand.

and se-mi’s here to please. she frees her seatbelt, the buckle banging the car’s wall as she practically tears it off.

you giggle at her haste, the noise blending into a gasp as her other hand trails up your side.

you angle your neck, allowing se-mi to bury her tongue deeper in your mouth. likely sensing her uncertainty, you snatch her hand and press it against your chest. her kisses stammer for a split second— before she starts kneading your breast. you whine as her thumb swipes over your nipple, and she swallows the sound.

reluctantly, she presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away, half an inch from your face. “what’ll you let me do?”

your breath’s hot on her face as you pant. “anything.”

se-mi sits up on her knees, planting her lips on yours as she reaches down the side of the passenger seat. you yelp as your seat slides back suddenly. she chuckles, crawling over the centre console and onto the floor, sitting between your legs.

you’re about to speak when se-mi’s hand reaches out to the side of your seat again, and you fall back as it reclines.

you’re stunned as look down at her. she knows what she’s doing, and she’s damn good at it.

you shift in your seat as her hands come to rest of either of your thighs, pulling them further apart and sliding up— pushing the hem of your dress till her fingers tap your panties.

se-mi glances up, checking. when you respond with a small nod, her fingers curl around the fabric. you hoist yourself up to let her tug your panties down your legs, dropping at your shoes.

se-mi’s agonisingly slow with her movements: creeping her hands up your skin and feeling the goosebumps under her touch, leaning her face in so her breath fans your pussy.

you inch closer, eager— evident by how you’re glistening wet in the low light. she wonders if a man’s ever been able to get you this turned on.

se-mi presses a soft kiss to your clit, and you shudder, eyes falling shut. your back arches when she licks a stripe up over your cunt, tasting you on her tongue.

she starts with small sips, only lightly bobbing her head against you. her teasing doesn’t last long— se-mi was drawing out such pretty sounds from your mouth, and she was greedy for more.

se-mi closes her lips around you, letting her tongue swirl circles around your clit. you cry out, and her hands firmly anchor you in place by the waist.

when you un-tense, she slips a hand under her chin, prodding a finger at your entrance. her brain short circuits when you rock your hips, whining as you slide over the tip of her finger.

you’re hot to the touch, and you’re pleading for more. she’s never needed anything like she needs you right now.

se-mi responds in kind by stretching you open with two fingers. she kept lapping at your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of you— each time hitting the right angle to make you see stars.

you’re blabbering, writhing under her hold on you— helpless to taking what she’s giving you. se-mi feels you pulsing around her fingers, and a noise slips from her throat, rumbling on your clit.

you start moaning in short stutters, until you gasp; hands coming to grab at se-mi’s hair as you cum with a cry.

her tongue flicks fast swipes over your clit through your orgasm— fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, hand rocking to hit you in the g-spot over and over.

when your thighs clamp over her ears, she closes her lips to suck your sensitive clit for a second, making you squeal before she pulls away.

you look down at se-mi like she hung the damn moon in the sky. you mumble c’mere, cupping her under the jaw to pull her up. se-mi lays on top of your body— your juices still splayed across her chin as you kiss her.

se-mi thinks; if you’re still not into girls after that… well, she definitely wouldn’t mind helping you out again.

and she does.

the following week had no end of you and se-mi stealing moments together. her house or yours, or no house at all— it didn’t matter.

bending over the counter with se-mi fingering you from behind in a restaurant bathroom, ditching the boys at the table.

some movie you weren’t even watching playing in the background as se-mi pressed you into the couch, rutting her cunt against yours.

waking up in the sun next to you. kissing each other good morning. shower sex, fixing you a coffee as aftercare. acting like you’re something you hadn’t actually said.

se-mi thought that this meant you were something. maybe it was meant to start as just casual fun— but something shifted after she ate you out in the car.

it was in the way you’d look at her. that was charged with more than just friendship.

you made a playlist for her to share. her name had fucking hearts in your phone.

was she so wrong for assuming what this so clearly was?

one day, se-mi invited you to ‘hang out’ as per usual— but you weren’t responding. she even waited 15 minutes before freaking out. she was almost certain you didn’t have anything on today…

se-mi tries to silence her racing thoughts of this being something else, something that was her fault. but the unread texts and missed calls just kept racking up. se-mi felt like a desperate ex.

reluctantly, she checks life360. and then she’s livid.

your icon, right next to su-bong and nam-gyu’s, all bunched together at his place. instead of launching her phone into the closest wall, she finds su-bong’s contact.

se-mi why are you all at nam-gyu’s???

shitbong 🙀 😻😻

se-mi okay fuck you

she doesn’t care if it’s pathetic or if it makes no sense; she’s driving over and making sure you’re alright, that they’re not up to anything.

that’s what she kept repeating in her head on the way there, at least. like it’ll replace what she’s actually feeling.

⏦ﾟ♡︎

se-mi doesn’t even need to knock, since she turned the knob and the door swung right open.

she’s got a singular foot in the house when the smell hits her.

weed. no wonder they invited you behind her back, she wouldn’t have let you go. you were drunk when you first kissed her— she doesn’t want to imagine what you’d get up to, smoking alone with two boys.

or maybe she’s just projecting.

she finds you all in the living room, limbs sprawled out across the curved couch.

nam-gyu had his lips puckered around a joint, squinting at se-mi. you were laid up close to su-bong— way too fucking close.

you were leaning back, head almost resting on his shoulder. and his arm— it was slung around you on the headboard.

she knew you and su-bong had been friends for years, but this was way closer than that. this looked like she walked in on something else.

you glance up, and your face splits into a smile when you see her.

“oh! se-miiii,” you coo, reaching your arms out for her. you’re excited to see her. normally, she’d find it cute. but she’s pissed.

“i’ve been trying to call you.” she doesn’t try to hide her annoyance. su-bong forehand crinkles as he eyes se-mi. she ignores him. “we were meant to go out for lunch, remember?”

you rubbed at your eyes, hazy. she sighs.

“i’m sorryyy, this guy called me,” you poked su-bong’s cheek. her stomach curled. “and i didn’t think i’d be long…”

se-mi’s arms crossed tight over her chest. “what’ve you been doing.”

nam-gyu groaned. before se-mi opens her mouth to tear him a new one, you move to get up.

“we can go now, se-mi,” your voice is almost pleading.

she wants to believe that you really did just get caught up— wanting to make everyone happy.

but then you stand from the couch, and su-bong— his hand slides down your waist, brushing near your ass. he doesn’t even hide that he’s staring and you? you don’t even flinch.

se-mi knows. she fucking knows.

she’d heard su-bong brag about sleeping with you, always when he was high as a kite and you weren’t in the room.

she never believed him. she didn’t think you would with him. she hasn’t even considered that you still liked boys since you’ve been seeing her.

but he wasn’t lying. you’ve really been with him. and se-mi was an idiot.

she turns her back and walks off without a word, ignoring you calling after her.

she’s fumbling with her keys, about to unlock her car, when she hears nam-gyu’s front door slam shut.

“se-mi, what are you doing?”

“i’m interrupting something, that’s fucking what.” her tone’s cold. colder than she’s ever been with you.

you’re silent for a moment.

“what happened?”

se-mi glares at her reflection in the car window, before her eyes flicker to yours, stood behind her. your face is searching— oblivious. she turns to face you.

“i thought—” she sighed, stilling her voice. “i thought maybe this was real. that you seriously liked girls.”

“it is real, se-mi! fuck, i do like you—”

“—well i’m not being just another su-bong to you. i’m done, yeah?”

you frown, voice coming out soft. “what does that mean?”

“i’m not doing some situationship, friends-with-benefits bullshit. if you want him, then you’re all his. i’m going.”

she pivots to turn back to her car, but you step forward.

“i’m not with him, se-mi. i want you—”

“—so what the fuck was that?? why’d you let him just, touch you like that?”

your gaze faltered from hers, falling to the ground. you’re quiet. she’s sure that’s your answer, so she sighs, ready to leave.

“we’ve been friends for years,” you glance to check that she’s listening. “and i don’t bring it up, because it’s so fucking insignificant to me— but yes, we’ve kissed before. like, drunk make-outs.”

se-mi grimaces. you clear your throat.

“look, i’ve never wanted him that way. yes, we’re close, but i’m certain of it— because it’s nothing compared to what i’ve been feeling for you.”

se-mi bites her lip before it can tremble, shaking her head.

“i didn’t know if you were the same,” you continued. “i’ve only been with guys until you, i’m probably nothing compared to your—”

in a breath, se-mi closes the distance between you two, her lips crashing onto yours.

you stand there, desperately grasping at each other’s bodies, kissing like she’s the air you need to breathe. you’re pressed impossibly closed together. this was all you both needed.

se-mi pulls away suddenly, panting. “let’s do this right, okay? you and i,”

“together.” you add.

you smile. she smiles too. this time, you both lean in, and kiss sweetly— agreeing on this newfound establishment.

you both jolt as nam-gyu’s door slams open, and his head pokes out of it.

“alright, get this gay shit off my lawn!”

notes: i’ve been meaning to write for semi for aaages. and yes this was inspired by ellie n dina okay baii

tags: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @bcfcpsh @avsarchivez @frontwomann

#squid game x reader #se mi x reader #se mi fanfic #se mi squid game #semi x reader #semi fanfic #player 380 x reader #squid game fanfic #won ji an

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tateszn · 4 months ago

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a/n: thanks for almost 40 followers <3!! lowk becoming a superman-centered blog. i thought this was cute. out of the box premise? perchance? clark says serving lawwl. 643 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

you splurged and brought a brand new camera! it was one that you’d been eyeing and doing research on for a while. you bought it because you felt that you deserved it, but did you really need a reason? you also went ahead and bought a few sd cards. you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop recording everything for a while.

ever since you purchased it, it was a hassle to get you get you to put it down (as expected). you were constantly filming everything, in awe of your new gadget. you’d film everything you found interesting, whether in public or around the house.

“look at my wonderful boyfriend, guys,” you point the camera to clark, “he’s chopping up fruit for the both of us. what a gentleman, mr and mrs kent tought you right.”

“guys? who are you showing this to?”

“hmmmm.. i don’t know.” you mumble while slowly zooming the lens at his smiling face. the small screen is soon filled with his face.

“should i show what i’m cutting up?” clark is starting to understand why you recording everything is so enjoyable. he knows that the both of you being two peas in a pod makes you happy. he’s loving the fact that he has the ability to put a smile on your face.

“ouuu yes please!”

“okay ‘guys’ we have apples, strawberries, dragonfruit, and a small watermelon.” he flashes the camera a smile and a small thumbs up. you smile behind the camera.

“i’ll leave you alone, i’m going to show them my music.” ‘them’, really being no one. maybe some people someday, but for now, this was your own little video diary.

when you’re out and about, you make sure to have your camera in your purse, just incase you see something cool. (obviously!) clark sometimes reminds you to bring it. partly because he knows you'll be dissapointed if you forget it, and partly because he also likes to record silly little videos with you while you’re both out.

“clark, record me so i can show them what i’m wearing, please.” he’s absolutely more than happy to oblige. you hand him the camera with a smile.

“how do i start it?” he asks with a confused tone. he’s staring at trillions of buttons, he couldn’t even begin to tell you which one does what.

“press the red button on the top.” you giggle.

“okay, got it,” clark’s face lights up at his success, “look at my girl. ‘serving’ as she would say.” he narrates as he’s recording.

“boy, what do you know about that.” you laugh as you turn around to show the complete ensemble. you walk up to clark once you feel like the camera has had enough of you.

“alright! your turn.” you take the camera from him. clark stands in front of the camera awkwardly but charmingly simultaneously.

“oh yeah, look at how handsome my man is, yall.” clark laughs and walks up to you to press a kiss to your forehead. he loves your compliments, but he’d be lying if he said they didn’t always get a little flustered.

while you’re walking on the street, clark would randomly point at things and tell you to record it.

“look! record me petting this cat!” he says, and of course you do it. you crouch down close to clark, and carefully capture the sight. the cat’s purrs are starting to be the only thing filling your ears after a while, the both of you immensely focused for some reason. the feline soon gets curious of the device in front of her. she begins to shove her face into the camera and sniff the lens.

“seems like she loves the camera, too.”

your storage is filled with videos of you and clark. you dont mind it at all, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you @anitalenia for the divider!

#mag writes #black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #clark kent #clark kent headcanons #clark kent imagine #clark kent x reader

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winchestermysterymachine · 4 days ago

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Short n’ Sweet!Reader x Sam Winchester

“Too Big”

{you can’t tell who’s a bigger slut for the height difference between you and sam, and honestly neither can I}

You had met in a grocery store. It was the simplest meet cute ever, but honestly, it gave you the perfect idea of what sam Winchester was about.

You hadn’t been in the mood to find anyone. You weren’t even in the mood for sex, you just wanted to buy some groceries.

The store a couple minutes from your house had closed recently due to a pipe problem, so you had to drive to the next town over to get a proper meal that wasn’t fast food. You didn’t really mind going a little less than an hour away, but you were pretty nervous about the frozen items lasting on the trip back. You just weren’t gonna buy any frozen foods for a while then. You just got in the car and went about your business.

You pulled up into the parking lot finding a cute little sleek black car, it was so shiny. It looked new even though you could tell the modeling was older. You didn’t pay it much attention though, just passed through the parking lot and into the store. You didn’t have too many problems finding what you needed until you ended up in the pasta aisle.

You scanned all the rows, looking to see if they had your favorite type of pasta. You liked a couple of the shapes and they all had their perfect sauce to match, but the linguine and the little shells were your absolute favorite shapes. Or the funny ones with the characters, meant for kids sure, but you wanted your fucking Anna, Elsa, and Olaf pasta shaped noodles as much as any ten year old. Probably more. But you weren’t there for that today. You scanned the shelves, passing other boxes foods. Finally you stopped at the pasta. The lower shelves were stocked with shapes. And then the second lowest, more shapes. And then more. And more. And then more. And then finally, the very top shelf, pushed back a little too much, were both the linguine and the shells.

You huffed and stepped away from the cart to get a better look. You checked the lower shelves again. Your precious shapes weren’t there.

You pulled the shopping cart away from the shelves for a second, making an attempt to knock the pasta down. You weren’t gonna act like a fool and try and climb the shelf. You were already overthinking all the ways it could go wrong.

Like if the shelf breaks and the pasta falls all over you. Some boxes break open and pasta goes everywhere. Then you gotta explain to the store manager what you tried and failed to accomplish. Or maybe, you fall and break, sprain, tear, something. Now you gotta explain to the doctor how you broke your fall and… yeah, no.

You reach up on your tippy toes, a box of the long spaghetti in your hand as you attempt to reach the back for either the linguine or shell. Whichever one fell you’d purchase the sauces and toppings for it. Any other normal person would have just left, but you’re far too stubborn to give up before trying. You just barely can tap the box of shell pasta. Whoever made your pasta be on the top shelf, deserves to go to hell.

You sigh as you pull back. There’s no way you’re getting your pasta down. It didn’t even budge when you tried poking it with the spaghetti. You tossed the package of regular noodles back in its rightful place, about to just give up and buy a whole bunch of bread for sandwiches or something, when a voice calls from behind you. “You need help with that?”

You jump, startled at the sudden intrusion. There hadn’t been many people in the store when you arrived, and now when you’re poking around the pasta section had someone come down? “I’m okay.” You waved whoever it was off, not even sparing a glance in their direction. “Seems to me you need help.” You feel slightly irritated. You didn’t ask for a Prince Charming to come save the damsel in distress. What you wanted was your stores pipes to get fixed so you can buy ice cream. You glance over at them finally, just to give them an uninterested bitch face, and then a second time because you thought he was cute. He was walking towards you still, not scared of your little scowl, on such a short girl. You glared at your pasta again, realizing this guy probably had some sort of savior complex before it clicked and you glanced up at him for the third time.

Now he was standing right in front of you. Tall. Very tall. Muscular. Handsome. Shiny hair. Pretty eyes. The whole package.

His attractiveness only made you more irritated with him. He was definitely one of those pretty college boys who thought to high of themselves. Probably was a quarterback and thinks that is the coolest thing about him, and that he dated the cheer captain.

But your head barely reached the top of his chest and it felt like you were staring up at the Statue of Liberty. He just went on, and on, and on. All broad shoulders. He hadn’t been wearing a jacket, just plain greyish black baggy jeans, and a tight black t-shirt. “You know what.” You decided, reaching out to rest a hand on his bicep. Just trying to reel him in even more so that even if you asked him to kill a man, he’d do it for you. Men were gullible like that. His eyes, now very green looking since he was closer to you, dropped down to your manicured hand resting on his elbow now. “Since you’re here, could you pretty please,” you bat your eyelashes up at him innocently. “Grab me the box of linguine. Or the shells if you don’t mind.” You spoke airily, not putting too much pressure behind it.

You said it in a way that gave him the choice, but the subtle flirting wouldn’t make him want to disobey you anyway. “Yes ma’am.” He nods and reaches over, grabbing one of each. “Thank you. You’re a life saver.” You sighed grabbing the two boxes and putting them in your cart. You lean against the cart, smiling at the handsome stranger.

You had noticed the way his tight shirt had raised just a bit when he reached over for the packages easily. He had those v lines, tan skin. He was almost surf like. Total beach babe. The kind you and your friends would watch while you relax on the sand sipping margaritas. You eyed him carefully, thinking everything through. Once you set your eyes on something, you have to have it. But you don’t wanna freak him out and chase him away. The boy shrugged, noticing the look in your eye.

He had just wanted to help, it’s what he was conditioned to do. Not that you knew that of course. “How can I pay you back? If you hadn’t helped I wouldn’t have eaten tonight.” You joked dramatically making him chuckle. “No, I don’t need a thank you. Honestly.” He waved you off but you just shook your head. “No… no really, you deserve some kind of payment.” You drawled out and the boys eyes widened a bit at the insinuation. “I have a motel.” He spits out awkwardly and you smirk. “That’ll do.”

He was tall, muscular, could easily over power you and yet he posed no threat at all. It’s almost like he couldn’t hurt a fly. You don’t know what made you trust him, if you had been an outsider watching this scene unfold you’d have walked over and talked the woman out of leaving with this random guy. But your body was yearning for him. “I just need to buy these.” You tilt your head down to the cart and sam nods. He follows you along through the aisles, reaching up and grabbing you whatever else you needed. Did you really want green beans and all that soup from the top shelf? Fuck no. But you desperately loved the way he listened without hesitation. How his biceps stretched the shirt out. The top raising to expose his structured abs. What other wonders his underneath his clothes you were excited to find.

After the purchasing process was finished, you walked over to your car. You had learned his name was sam, he was an fbi agent who just finished working a murder case. He looked too sweet to be an fbi investigator, but maybe he was just good at hiding that part of him. He and his partner shared the motel room together, but he promised after a short call during check out that his partner wouldn’t be back for a couple hours. You also got to learn that the shiny black car you parked next to was a 1967 Chevrolet impala. It belonged to his partner. He helped you pack away your groceries into the trunk of your car (more so he packed it all up himself like a perfect gentleman) and then let you into his car.

The impala rumbled to life underneath you, catching your breath in your throat. Sexiest car to ever exist. He drove you through the small town to the motel, which you knew exactly where you were. Just in case. Plus, you had your purse full with your wallet, phone, knife, pepper spray, and a couple other objects you could probably throw at him if things go sideways. But you had a feeling you were going to be just fine.

And fuck, were you taken care of.

You’re splayed on your back, legs pulled wide open. “Sam.” You whined breathlessly. He was taking his sweet time with you. You had already finished on his fingers, and then he just had to taste you before he even took his clothes off. Thank god for that too. He was so muscly and structured underneath his shirt. Like a brick wall. He seemed to be carved from marble. All smooth skin. The only thing you hadn’t expected, was the black ink sigil tattoo on his chest. You both had been kneeling on the bed, making out, touching, grasping each other desperately. You pulled back from a heated kiss to pull his shirt off and then it caught your eye. You gently pressed your fingers against the inked skin.

It was a little odd that it was the only tattoo that marked his body. It was kind of sexy though, how it was hidden under his shirt. You were sure you weren’t the only person who had ever seen it before, but it was like a secret you’d never whisper to another soul. “Pentagram?” You muttered and he nodded. “Why? You a witch… you gonna kill me or…” you had drawled out but sam just smirked. “It’s for protection.” You just nodded and went about tearing each other’s clothes off.

He’s kneeling above you, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other under your thigh to keep your legs open. He teased your entrance either his tip and you whimpered. “It’s not gonna fit.” You said honestly. The moment he pulled his jeans and underwear off, your brain seemed to shut down. He was a big, strong man and you hadn’t expected anything less from him but shit, you were nervous. “It’ll fit honey. Why do you think I made you cum twice? Gotta make her relax for me.” He explained and you nodded, gripping the sheets tightly. You puffed out a few breaths, staring at Sam’s while he slowly entered you. He moved so slow, but even then the stretch was like nothing else you had ever felt before. “S-sam!” You shouted, reaching down to press against his lower stomach to get him to pause. It didn’t hurt you, he was just so thick and long. “Shh.” Sam hushed you, swatting your hand away. “You can take it baby, I know you can.”

Everything about him was so big. Long fingers that wrapped around your thighs to keep you spread open. Strong arms that had carried you from the front door all the way to the bed.

You felt so overwhelmed by it all. Sam was just everywhere. His scent all around you, consuming every part of your brain so all you could think of was him. All you could feel was him. All you could see was him. Your lashes flutter closed while sam focuses on pushing inside you. “You’re doing so good.” He praises making you whine, head tilting back in pleasure. “You feel good?” He checks in, eyes trained solely on your pussy as his hips finally meet you. He groans at the feeling of finally entering you, but quickly is confused by your sudden silence.

His gaze flickers up to you and his smirk falters. “Look at me.” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head no. You felt like he was in your stomach. So heavy. Thick. Long. But still, aggravatingly still. “Move sam.” You arched your back, grinding your hips up but sam moves his hands from your thighs to waist pressing you down into the mattress. “I’ll move when you look at me. Wanna watch those pretty eyes of yours roll back for me. Wanna hear your pretty moans. Can’t do that if you don’t look at me sweetheart.” He instructs, bringing up his hand to tap your cheek roughly. You whine and tilt your cheek away, shying away from the pressure.

When you don’t give him what he wants, he thrusts shallowly and your eyes fly open, a gasp escaping from between your lips. “There she is.” Sam grins, cupping your jaw so you can’t look away from him again. “You let those eyes close and I stop understand?” Sam asks and you nod in confirmation, head feeling that fuzzy feeling already without even really doing anything.

Sam’s hunches over, keeping a hand on your jaw and the other fists the pillows beside your head. He tests out a slow pace, finding the perfect rhythm that works for the both of you. He’s so sweet, checking in, making sure you’re having fun and feeling good, but he’s so condescending. “You’re so loud. Haven’t felt this good in such a long time huh?” His green eyes, which seem to have blue in them too now that you’re closer. But they’re dark and drinking in every inch of you.

You nod. “Talk to me y/n, tell me how good it feels.”

“It’s so good sam, feels so good.” You babble out the words without even letting your brain think it over. He’s fucking you so good, too good, you can’t even think about whether the words make any sense. Sam fixes the position a bit, angling himself to thrust harder, faster, rougher. His pace is forcing moans to rip through your throat and you’re sure someone’s gonna complain. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You begged in repetition. You release the crippled sheets and place your hands on Sam’s shoulders instead, nails digging into his skin to pull him closer. His lips press against yours and it’s messy and sloppy. When he pulls back he just laughs. “Wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon pretty girl.”

It’s a good thing you hadn’t been able to purchase any frozen foods.

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Sam Winchester makes me feel things I never knew existed

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satoblue · 2 months ago

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i imagine you and satoru are the type who obsess over your kids because they are the proof of your love in flesh and blood knitted to become one — a permanent reminder of the life you two created together. therefore, anything that involves them includes you, their parents, too.

like the first time your child brings their friend over…. oh boy. if your kiddo thought their parents are too nosy already, they are terribly wrong. from the moment your baby informs the two of you of their plans to invite a friend to the house — you and satoru give each other a shared look, your eyes doing all the communicating and planning.

the date is practically already scheduled in the calendar, the snack preparations are started a week in advance, the latest games are being purchased — and any other things you and your husband think is “cool” to the eyes of a teenager.

your baby almost reconsiders the whole thing, maybe they’d just go over to their friend’s house instead. but seeing the amount of effort you and satoru put into making this meeting perfect makes them reconsider (because even if they find you a little annoying, they still appreciate you both).

though, the moment their friend sends a text that they’ve arrived, you and your husband are already greeting them at the door, having been watching like hawks through the living room window, beating their child to the chase — and your kiddo slowly starts regretting it. satoru and you have never smiled harder, it was almost terrifying.

you both ceaselessly hovered over the two of them, extremely talkative, asking if they needed anything, the very definition of overbearing. snacks? blankets? a new console? a karaoke machine? did you know they had an at home movie theater and a pool? how about a sleepover? satoru can call their parents and make sure it’s okay with them! what’s your name? how’d you two meet? and on and on…

#— the honored one #tw children #the thing is your child finds it embarrassing and annoying #but their friends love how cool you both are #and they demolish the endless snacks #your child is surprised when their friend asks if they can come over again

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viennakarma · 2 years ago

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Satisfaction [Part 1]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: Four times you tried to befriend Lewis, and one time you didn't.

Word count: 2.1k

Tags: female!reader, asshole!Lewis (he will get better), physiotherapist!reader, no romance yet, Lewis is being rude, reader is trying, cursing, a bit angsty, not beta read

Note: Lewis is being kind of an asshole, but I promise he will grovel a lot. This is a two part story. Gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots (at this moment I'm writing for Lewis, Fernando, Max and Toto Wolff).

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You drank the rest of your iced tea in one gulp, pushing the nervousness away. It wasn't exactly anxiety, but more first-day jitters at a new job. Adjusting your ponytail, you stood up as one of the team approached.

“Y/N? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Ellie from the HR team, we spoke on the phone. Lewis is around, so we thought we’d introduce you two now, okay?”

“Of course, of course, it’s nice to meet you, Ellie.”

Ellie showed you around, giving you a tour of the entire motorhome. You were aware that it was difficult to join a team after the season had already started, especially to take the place of a person who was very loved by everyone and who had been there for several years, but you were willing to do your best to get along with everyone.

Finally, Ellie took you to a training room, where Lewis was inside. He was sitting in an armchair, drinking water from a bottle when Ellie introduced the two of you. You smiled and offered your hand for a shake, but he just ignored his hand with a blank stare.

“Lewis, this is Y/N Y/L/N, your new physical therapist, you'll be seeing each other every other day” Ellie introduced them, not seeming to notice the cold way Lewis greeted you.

“Nice to meet you,” you murmured, trying to ignore the awkwardness between the two of you. Lewis just nodded his head briefly and turned to pay attention to his own cell phone.

Ellie then went over your entire routine for the next few weeks, as well as giving you a short guide to Lewis's physiotherapy sessions over the past two years, and required exercises from fitness to pre-race and post-race.

Your official working day began the following Tuesday at seven in the morning at one of the Mercedes workstations in Brackley, where the entire team was gathered. You needed to be there to look after Lewis' fitness as he had team meetings, and you needed to follow him wherever he went to be able to do your job. Honestly, it wasn't a big problem since you used to work with the Real Madrid football team, so you were used to the traveling routine.

As soon as you entered the building's small gym, Lewis was already inside, tying the laces on his shoes.

"Good morning!" You walked in with a smile, setting your bag aside and holding the two glasses of iced tea you had purchased on the way, “the weather is kind of warm today, huh? I bought iced tea for both of us.”

“No thanks,” Lewis said, standing up, “can we get started?”

The sharp tone left you speechless for a moment, but you soon recovered, tying your hair into a ponytail. You had hoped that the mood on the day you met Lewis was just because he was stressed or had some problem on that specific day. But it seems that today he also wasn’t very interested in being polite to you.

You took a deep breath pulling your iPad out of the bag where you had prepared the day's entire session. Okay, you were patient, you could win him over with time and maybe you could even become friends, or at the very least, on friendly terms.

“Alright, let’s start today’s session with some intense stretching to prepare your body for the intensity of the next few days’ sessions,” you murmured, pointing to the mat on the floor.

“Angela didn't use an iPad during our sessions,” he commented casually.

“Because Angela had been with you for years and had already memorized her exercises. Can we start?"

II.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” you said, entering the gym, plopping your bag on a nearby table.

“You could have a little more respect for other people’s time,” Lewis said, suddenly. You froze in place, your eyes fleeting to the watch high on the wall, that showed you were barely ten minutes late for the session.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you repeated, pulling your iPad open.

You were a few weeks into your new job, and acquaintanceship with Lewis had not gone better in the slightest. If anything, it had gone even worse. Lewis was adamant in not opening up to you, not even in the professional sense of your work relationship. Every time you tried small talk, or even professional talk, he had shut you out barely politely. He was constantly annoyed by your presence, and didn’t engage in anything other than the exercises you were helping him with. You noticed his performance was going bad in the season, and you attributed his bad mood solely to that. That’s why you usually brushed off his rude remarks and his questioning of the quality of your work.

“We’ll do core strength today, Lewis.”

You spent the next two hours walking him through every exercise you had for the day. Sometime during your session, you tried to help him fix his posture by pressing a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed you off, only saying he was able to do it himself.

By the end of your session, he was visibly tired, and you reached in your purse to your small stock of protein bars. You grabbed two and tossed one to Lewis. He caught it in the air, staring at it with a frown.

“It’s a protein bar. It is healthy, vegan, and doesn’t taste like cardboard, for once,” you giggled, trying to strike up conversation, “honestly, I found this small brand from Hungary out of sheer luck and my life hasn’t been the same ever since, now I just order like this crazy-”

“Are we done?” He cut you off, you stopped smiling.

“What?” you said, staring at him going to his bag.

“Is our session done?” he insisted.

“Yes,” you said, deflated. Lewis walked away, and on his way to the door, he dropped the little protein bar you gave him in the trash.

You felt a lump in your throat, defeated. You had never had a client so difficult to deal with. Most of them were usually standoffish in the beginning, but they became friends with time, some of them you had a great relationship even now, years later.

Lewis just- he just hated you for apparently no reason, and it was making your professional life pure hell. It was hard not bonding with someone you work so physically close with. And honestly, you had tried everything in the book to help him acclimate to you, but he was just- immune. He didn’t like you, you had no idea if he even liked your job because he refused to give you any feedback whatsoever.

You refused to go to HR because it would make you look like a kid throwing a tantrum because the other kid doesn’t like you. What would HR do? Force Lewis to tolerate you? He would probably hate you more if that happened.

You just sighed, swallowing the tears as you left.

III.

“I was considering adding pilates sessions once a week, we can do reformer and clinical pilates alternating” you told Lewis as he did the final stretching of the session.

“I don’t like sudden changes in my exercise routine,” he said, getting up.

“Well, I believe it would do you good. And we can start slowly for you to adapt better. Does every other week work for you?” You taped your schedule on the iPad.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he muttered, visibly annoyed now.

“I can forward you a few articles I have been reading to show you, why I think it-”

“No, I don’t want that,” he shut you off completely, “can I go now?”

You sighed, enough was enough. You were pissed at him, being difficult, being annoying, fucking up your routine by being rude and being a fucking asshole.

“No, you can’t,” you said, voice firm, which kind of surprised him, since it was the first time you ever used that tone with him, “what is your fucking problem?”

“What are you talking about?” He folded his arms.

“What is your problem with me? Is it something I did? Or maybe something I said?” You pressed, walking towards him, the closest you have ever been to him.

“I have no problem with you,” he said and you scoffed, “we are not friends, you’re just my physiotherapist, nothing more, nothing less.”

You felt grateful he left as soon as he said that, otherwise he would have seen the tears filling your eyes.

IV.

“I went back to therapy, because I’m feeling like a failure,” you told Angela over the phone.

“Is he being so difficult?” She asked, sounding worried.

“You have no idea…” you whispered, pressing your temples.

“You want me to talk to him?” Angela said, concerned. You stared at your own reflection in the mirror inside the gym, seeing the dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep. The last encounter with Lewis was enough to take a toll on your mental health and trigger a bit of insomnia.

“No, I think it would make it worse, but I appreciate the offer,” you sighed, exhausted, “I’ll work around these difficulties, and if it gets any worse, I’ll call you so you can talk to him. Deal?”

“Deal. Just- Don’t burn yourself out, ok? I know how he can be hard to deal with. Let me know if you need anything.” Angela offered, and you wanted to cry with the kindness in her voice.

“Yes, of course. Thank you very much for letting me vent, yeah? Talk to you later” You said, and noticed how Lewis entered the gym, seemingly surprised that you even were there.

That would make two of you.

This time you went through your training session in complete silence, only talking about his physicality and the exercises. You didn’t joke with him, nor did you make commentaries on the session. You just did your job silently, staring at him with a blank face.

As you finished, you packed your bag and left without a word, going straight to HR to put in your resignation letter you had written during your day off.

Lewis noticed your absence as soon as he entered the gym for your session. You hadn’t been late ever since that time he called you out the first and only time you were late. Since then, you were always there when he arrived. But you weren’t there and he felt something was off. Maybe you had a cold or something and HR forgot to tell him.

He walked up to Ellie’s office, knocking lightly before entering.

“Hey there, Lewis! Can I help you?” She asked, putting away a few papers.

“Hey. Where is Y/N?” He asked, sitting down.

“Oh, I thought she had told you… She resigned two days ago.” With Ellie’s words, Lewis felt his stomach drop, but Ellie just continued talking, “she said she didn’t adapt very well to the routine, which is sad considering she is such a big fan of Mercedes and Formula 1. And, you know, since she was a recommendation from Angela Cullen, I really thought she would fit perfectly with the team.”

Lewis felt his mouth go dry. He didn’t know any of this. He didn’t know you were a fan of the team, as he didn’t know Angela had put you in her own position after leaving. He felt so, so bad, he was suddenly nauseous.

“Did she say exactly why she was leaving?” Lewis asked, heart beating in his ears.

“She said she wasn’t adapting to the traveling routine and it took a toll on her. She also apologized profusely, but I told her it was alright, it happens more often than she thinks.”

Lewis knew exactly the reason you left. He had made you go through living hell by being a stubborn asshole. You tried to befriend him, to be nice, to start small talk, to be kind and his only response to your attempts were flat out rudeness.

“Well, these things happen, right?” Ellie shrugged, sympathizing with you more than Lewis ever did. “So, while we find someone to fill her position, you’ll do your pre-race and post-race with George and his physiotherapist.”

Lewis didn’t hear any of the other stuff Ellie said, guilt eating up at him with such force he was out of breath. He didn’t even think before treating you that way, his brain just turned to that everytime he remembered he was alone now, that he had lost his best friend and confidante. Stress of the season had also caught up to him making him more irritable than ever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered as he left Ellie’s office, he needed to do something.

He called your phone, but you had blocked him already.

“Fuck, I need to fix this.”

[Part 2]

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ijwrsmff · 11 months ago

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Hey, i hope ur having a good dayy...heard yu wanted some yandere arcane asks...how about vi(romantic) with a naïve piltover darling (generally soft and clumsy as well) fem reader please!!💖💕

Thank you so much that's so sweet!!! I'm getting to requests really late, but I'm doing my best XD thank you for requesting and your patience! Even though it's really late, I hope you enjoy ^^

Soooo glad the second season is coming out soon, I crave it so bad XD

Words: 1,642

Vi was in Piltover, doing what she joked was a small heist. It was just her this time, Vander having cracked down on them all not returning to top side in fear of their safety. She made sure Powder was safe first, and left her in the boy’s care. She had received word there was an event going on, a series of stalls and shops along the road. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in and steal from all the rich assholes who could buy out the whole street if they wanted to.

…That was her plan anyway.

It started off simple enough, showing up right in the middle of the day when it was the most busy. She paid close attention to the people who looked like they had more money than others…and with how idiotic people could be, it wasn’t hard to tell who could afford the most. Starting off, she took small items they had purchased that she thought could go for more underground. She didn’t expect to be bumped into as a girl fell to the ground.

As it were, you only wanted to go to see what the shops had to offer. You weren’t paying much attention though, and bumped into something…or someone. Both you and the person fell to the ground, and you looked up at her from the ground as you whined and rubbed the spot on your leg you just knew would be bruised later. She was laying next to you, and you caught sight of her snarl. You jumped up looking her over.

“Crud! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you! Did I damage anything you’d bought? I can’t believe I did that again! Gah!” You whined and looked at her as if seeking forgiveness. She looked baffled, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “I can pay for anything I broke! Here, let me buy you something, too!” You took her hand, and she accepted it. You couldn’t tell what expression was on her face, but you were terrified you’d made a bad impression on this woman.

“Uh…you don’t have to. I have what I need.” Vi spoke, and she seemed guarded. It was almost as if she thought you were tricking her, not believing you were really being this nice to a stranger. “You hurt, cupcake?” She said, seemingly coming to a conclusion in her mind. She brushed off your shoulders, touch lingering only briefly. Her touch was rough, but it didn’t seem to phase you.

“I’m not hurt! Not any more hurt than I usually am when I fall anyway…” You mumbled the last bit, and shook your head. “And it’s okay! I insist, it’s the least I could do!” Your smile was wide and bright, and somehow contagious. As soon as you locked eyes with her, she smiled back at you, though her smile was much more akin to a smirk.

She leaned forward so your faces were near each other, and her eyes glazed over yours and she continued to smirk as she pulled back. “If you really insist, I have something in mind.” Her original mission had subsided in her mind, and it seemed she had a new plan she wanted to see through. She was still being cautious, but she would play along for now. This could prove to be entertaining, afterall.

You yapped away, Vi barely getting any words in since giving you her name. She didn’t seem to mind though, and listened closely to everything you had to say. It didn’t take long to learn all about you, considering the fact that you told her basically all the important information. It was fun! You got to tell her all about your job, your close group of friends, and your favorite hobbies and pastimes. Vi even asked questions to learn more, despite you not picking up on her prodding more into your personal life.

She had tried to justify it as gathering intel for her next trip with Powder and the boys, but she was growing more intrigued by the second. Though as you reached the stall she had escorted you to, you looked at her. “Oh! A flower stall! Are you getting flowers for someone? That’s so thoughtful!” You giggled, and looked at the wide array of different flowers local to your home and even exported from further off.

Vi smirked, before putting on a small act. She sighed deeply, and looked deep in thought. “I’d love to get her flowers, but I’m not sure what kind she likes. There’s too many to choose from, it’s overwhelming…what kind do you like?” She looked over to you, eyes full of mischief. She only smiled wider when it seemed like you didn’t gather the implications.

“I think these one’s here are the prettiest, and the bouquet has a good variety of flowers! So no matter the room, you can probably make the flowers suit it perfectly!” You thought carefully about your answer, wanting to make sure she could get the best possible ones for the girl she wanted to get them for. It was no trouble, you did bump into her, so it only seemed fitting to help out however you could.

“I see…” She said, and picked up the bouquet you chose. “I hope she’ll like these.” As she said it in a thoughtful but playful tone, before handing them to you. “So, do you like them?” Her hand was outstretched, and you looked at the flowers in confusion. She could practically see the gears turning in your head, and tried to wait to see if you’d understand.

“THEY’RE FOR ME?!” You said, way louder than you meant to. It brought a light blush to your cheeks and you pouted at her. “But I’m the one that bumped into you! I should be getting you a gift!” You looked around the booth, and quickly picked up a bouquet of flowers you thought would suit her. Paying quickly, you copied her motion of giving her the flowers.

“These are for you then! They have colors that remind me of you and your hair, so I guess it’s…a trade?” You thought carefully, trying to decide if you’d be satisfied with a trade rather than providing something to her from your stumble into her. The flowers weren’t very expensive, so it didn’t really seem fair.

“How sweet of you…” Vi said, a glimmer of something in her eyes that you couldn’t place. “I’ll happily accept these flowers from you, cupcake.” She gave a wink, but by now she knew you wouldn’t understand the undertones of her words and meaning. She’d have to be more direct to get through to you. Stepping up her game seemed in order, but not just yet.

“Let me at least buy you something else!” You pleaded, wide eyes as you looked around the stalls to find something else you could give her for her troubles. But Vi looked to the sky, cursing under her breath. At the noise, you tilted your head and asked, “Is something wrong?” You sounded worried, and it only made her heart swell further.

“My sister is waiting for me at home, I have to go.” She seemed reluctant to say it, but started walking away with a glance to you over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” To you, the words were reassuring…whereas most people would have seen it as ominous. You barely knew her, but you welcomed her regardless. There’s no way in hell this would be the last time she saw you.

“But! I have to buy you something else!” You called, jogging the few steps to catch up with her. She had the flowers you had bought her in her arms, and the other items she’d “bought” within her carry pack. She stopped as you approached, you putting a hand on her shoulder.

She hummed, turning to look fully at you before smirking with a dark glint in her eyes. “Then…” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before playfully breathing into your ear, “We’ll make it a date. Next time, you can take me out on the condition I get to take you out after.” She pulled back, and could have burst out laughing from the shocked look on your face as you blushed.

It only made you smile wide, “Okay! It’s a promise then! Do I get to pick what we do for our date?” You hopped once in place and waited eagerly for her response.

“Of course, cupcake. Anything you wanna do.” With her final words, she turned, as you lost her in the crowd of people. It only then occurred to you that she had no way of knowing where you lived. What if she got lost and never saw you again? Or even worse, what if you never saw her again? It had crushed your spirit a little, and your eyes cast down as you pouted, walking back to your house.

Though from the shadows, Vi loomed. She watched you walk all the way home, making note of any recognizable locations and landmarks so she would remember exactly how to get to you. You were a new form of intoxication she’d never experienced. You were pure, innocent. You didn’t pick up on her flirting until she made sure you did, and you never once questioned her attire or why you’d never seen her before. It made her let out a chuckle, as she watched you, almost hungrily.

You’d see her again, sooner than you’d think…and she’d make sure you could never forget her. She knew it was just a matter of time before she corrupted that innocence of yours, making you hers in any way she wanted…any way she desired.

You should have run when you had the chance, cupcake.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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i am a rich man

words: 1k

warnings: misogyny, brief mention of violence, reader is a kook

a/n: im on vacation starting tomorrow monday 1/22-friday so i will not be posting any new fics for this week!

“have you decided what car you want baby?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you scroll through the dealerships website.

“i’ve narrowed it down to two.” you tilt your phone towards rafe, letting him look at one car before navigating to the other tab to show him.

“why don’t you test drive both and decide after that? and if you like both, just buy both.” rafe shrugs. it was weird for him at first being with someone who had even more money than his family, but now he’s grown used to it, liking knowing you can support yourself if needed, even though rafe likes to buy most things for you.

“good point.” you hum. “i’d have to park one on the driveway though, my dad is only giving me one spot in the garage.” you pout. your dad has a mild obsession with sports cars, and therefore three of the four spots in the garage were already taken.

“lets not worry about it now, figure it out after you see them in person.” rafe says, and you nod, getting up off the couch to head to the dealership, glad that rafe agreed to drive you and test the cars with you, mainly because you didn’t want to spend the day without him.

it’s a long drive to the nearest dealership that had cars in your price range, but you don’t mind as you sing along to your favorite songs playing through rafes trucks speakers, always letting you be the dj even if he can’t stand some of the girly pop songs that you play.

“almost there.” rafe reaches over, squeezing your thigh as the dealership finally comes into view.

“thank god.” you groan. “my butt is starting to go numb.” “don’t talk about your butt when we are about to be in public.” rafe warns, glancing over at you as you giggle.

“sorry baby.” you say, in a voice that tells rafe that you’re not at all sorry.

“let me drop you off at the front, i’ll park the car then join you inside.” rafe says upon pulling in and realizing that there are no close parking spots, and he doesn’t want to make you walk outside for longer than he has to.

“mmkay, thanks baby.” you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, always extra appreciative and lovey on rafe when he does sweet things for you, even if its just something little.

you hop out of the truck, heading inside the main showroom of the dealership.

“hello, ma’am!” a sales associate instantly hurries over to you. “i’m john, did you have an appointment?” “no, but i’ve checked out your inventory online and i know what i’d like to test drive today.” you say with a fake smile right back, already not liking the condescending attitude that john is giving off.

“alright, well lets take a seat at my desk and you can tell me your budget.” john walks you over to his cubicle, and before he can begin talking you’re joined by rafe.

“this is my boyfriend, he’s helping me pick out a car today.” you say as he sits down next to you, reaching over and looping your fingers through his, already eyeing up john as he tries to size him up.

“hello, sir.” john smiles. “so what is your budget?” he addresses the question at rafe, making your eyebrows scrunch together.

“well,” you answer, making johns gaze flick quickly to you, “budget isn’t an issue. i know what two cars i would like to look at.”

“okay, if you just want to tell me the models i will pull them up.” john turns the computer screen so you all can see as you tell him the two cars that peaked your interest the most.

“and i assume you will be financing?” he hums. you glance at rafe, shocked that he would have the audacity to assume anything.

“no.” rafe answers for you. “in full.” “okay, that makes sense that you will be paying, sir.” john says, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just imply that you wouldn’t be able to afford the car.

“as said before, i will be the one purchasing the car, so while my boyfriend is here to help me, i am your customer.” you clear up, hand squeezing rafes as you try to hold back your anger, knowing you can get just as fired up as him.

“sorry, just don’t see many young women being able to buy cars like these outright.” he says before quickly switching the subject, going through some of the specs of the vehicles. “and the cost on that one is $94,000.”

“wait a minute.” you rub your forehead, getting tired of this mans bullshit. “while i said money was no issue, that doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you get away with scamming me. that car is worth no more than 75.” “well, ma’am, there are various-” “no.” you shake your head. “i have done my research on these vehicles and i know that ever 75 is on the high end.” “let me double check my figures.” john swallows nervously, turning the screen so only he can see it as you send a look at rafe, seeing he’s struggling just as much as you not to reach across the desk and smack the misogynistic sales associate across the face.

“my apologies, i must have accidentally selected an additional maintenance package. it is $74,000.” john says.

“that sounds much more reasonable, but i will not be purchasing a car from someone who tries to scam me out of my money just because they think i’m a dumb girl. get me a different sales associate, now.” you command.

john scurries away from the desk, the stark opposite of the cockiness air that he had when you first arrived.

“jesus, you’re hot when you’re scary.” rafe says, looking you up and down as you smirk at your boyfriend, knowing while you’re usually sickly sweet, when a man irks you wrong, it brings out your full wrath.

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supernova41st · 2 months ago

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Don’t worry Darling ⊹ .

Medic x Nosocomephobia!Reader

Now playing • My Elixir—Sons of Raphael ♪

A/n: Trust me this was a request but I CANNOT find the question for this one. It followed the idea of medic x paranoid reader and I liked the idea so I decided to make it reader with Nosocomephobia (fear of hospitals) I hope I executed them well. <3

Warnings: None

Divider creds ~ @saradika

Meeting

𓄼 Hospitals have always irked you since you were a kid. Something about the ambience, smell, and atmosphere of them made you uncomfortable. You could handle blood and violence, but hospitals? Hell no.

𓄼 Now, when you signed up to be a mercenary you did prepare yourself for some medical stuff to occur, however, nothing could’ve prepared you for whatever Medic was on that made you so terrified. He was like the embodiment of everything you didn’t like about hospitals x10. And after finding out his way of doing his procedures it only made you more nervous..

“Hang on—I have to be alive for the whole thing??”

“Now now (Y/N), no need to worry, as long as you play your part the surgery will be swift!”

“Don’t you have anesthesia to give me or something?”

“Ha! No. I’m afraid that is out of our budget”

“..Okay, um.. will it hurt?”

“Hahaha!! Oh my, you.. you’re quite comical my friend, hah… yes.”

𓄼 You began to dread the day that was coming, you could barely handle dentist appointments! Now some creep you don’t know basically rummage around your guts for a few hours? This was going to be hell, you just knew it.

𓄼 During that fateful day, you decided to press through. You did nearly everything you could do to get over the anxiety of it all. Breathing, Counting to 10, Naming 5 things you see, etc. And as soon as you laid onto that operating table..

Thud!

“Goodness! Are you alright—….”

𓄼 You passed out. Yeah, he didn’t even lay out any medical supplies, the texture of the operating table against your skin was already too much to bear.

Headcanons

𓄼 You’re both victims in this situation (maybe one more than the other). He tries his best to make sure you don’t pass out every time you see him, but if anything his attempts make it worse.

“Why do you have a syringe?? I thought we were just checking up on how the uber device was working!”

“It’s nothing, darling. It’s simply some Midazolam, I went out to purchase it just for you! Now if you’ll just hold still..”

𓄼 You passed out as soon as he the needle graced your skin. I mean.. at least it kinda worked?

𓄼 Even when you get use to his appointments (meaning not passing out as much) he’s still more gentle around you.

𓄼 He’ll warn you about what he’s about to do and will give you a heads up on if there will be anything startling involved. He also makes sure to bring nitrous gas to help you calm down if needed.

𓄼 He feels guilty about it, but he enjoys talking you through giving you shots. Not in an arousing way, but he enjoys the idea of you being comforted by him. And god, he loves it when you hold his hand, he’ll sometimes worry that he’d be too focus on you holding onto him than injecting you.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), deep breaths..”

“sigh Okay..”

“You’re almost there, you’re doing very well, my love.. and done! See? As I said, only a pinch”

𓄼 If the smell of his clinic disturbs you, then he’ll also remember to light a candle at least an hour before your appointments. He’d specifically choose lavender to help soothe your nerves.

𓄼 He’ll also play some classical music in the background, not only does it calm your nerves but it also helps him focus. He’d remember your favorites and play them more often then other..

“You’ve been playing that one a lot lately”

“How could I not? It has a very nice tone, and I’ve grown tiresome of the other ones”

“Aww, you sure you’re not playing it just for me?”

“Hm, who’s to say”

#*NovaWrites #tf2 #tf2 x reader #medic x reader #medic tf2 #medic x reader Headcanons #team fortress 2

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synvil · 6 months ago

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periods // rafe cameron + jj maybank blurb

since rafe has two little sisters, he knows more than how to handle this and usually already has things prepared, a basket of your favorite snacks, a wireless heat pad to rest over your stomach and if he’s willing, a credit card so you can purchase any cravings you need.

jj would be a little more confused on how to handle things when you’re in pain, looking to rafe to take over when it’s time of the month. all he knows is that you’re snapping at him occasionally and always in pain and either way, he’s heartbroken knowing you’re struggling.

rafe would advise jj on how to comfort you while he’s out busy, telling him to check on you consistently but not too often, giving you the space you need unless you want cuddles.

when you’re in pain, hunched over and tearing up, jj’s heart breaks a little and he’s beside you in seconds. he’s rubbing soothing circles on your back and praising you for doing so well.

“it’ll be okay, princess, you’re getting through it so well.”

rafe comes home with flowers to cheer you up and your favorite food. jj sets up the tv for you three to watch together and you bundle up on the couch with both men beside you.

sometimes when you get anxiety and sadness from the mess that happens when you use the bathroom, rafe will come in and soothe you, helping you clean up without judgement and offering to set up a bath if you want.

“it’s perfectly normal, baby, don’t worry.”

especially if you’re typically a heavier bleeder, it can be a struggle sometimes but jj and rafe will always try to make it better.

being diagnosed with pcos ( polycystic ovaries syndrome ) can be difficult for anyone but rafe and jj are at your side every moment. it’s different for every person but no matter what, they remind you that you’re loved, and that you’ll always be okay.

they’ll usually be a little more gentler and softer around you, a good reminder that they’re always thinking about you.

“hey, sweetheart, did you still want to have fried rice for dinner?”

“c’mere angel, i set up the bath for you so you can relax for a bit and warm up.”

even more so when your period ends up lasting longer than usual. they can see how much of a toll it’s taking on you, constantly having to clean up, buy more pads and struggle with all the mood swings and such..

it really makes them worried sick and feel so sad for you, but they stay strong. because if you’re strong enough to push through, despite getting emotional every so often, then they can be strong for you.

“we’re always right here for you, darling.”

“yeah, we love you, princess. don’t ever forget it.”

a/n : definitely a little more personal in the end. based off of. little of my own experience. i got diagnosed with pcos and ive been bleeding nonstop for about 3-5 months almost. it’s difficult, it’s struggling and it’s so painful. but i’m lucky to have my boyfriend who’s so patient, understanding, and always trying to help me whenever he can.

thank you, c.

i hope you all enjoyed this blurb bc i know i needed it.

not proofread, very rushed, did it in like less than 10 minutes.

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penkura · 11 months ago

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last forever [13/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed without realizing how happy you would both become and the family you would create together.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and having a baby, that's all

Note: I didn't initially plan this. I was going to stop this fic at twelve chapters, but I felt like ch.12 was getting to be way too long so I broke it up and put the epilogue at the end of thsi one. Do not be surprised if I ever come back to this fanfic universe for one-shots or drabbles. This is shorter than I expected, but I'm happy with how it turned out, thanks for reading this fanfic, I hope you've all enjoyed it! :)

The latter bit is set ten years after chapter 12, Zoro is 31 and Reader is 30.

Taglist:

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5] ● [Ch. 6] ● [Ch. 7] ● [Ch. 8] ● [Ch. 9] ● [Ch. 10] ● [Ch. 11] ● [Ch. 12]

Your morning is quiet, despite Nami and Robin sharing knowing looks when you and Zoro entered the galley together for breakfast. Nami swears you're glowing and it grosses her out for a moment when she makes the suggestion to Robin who laughs, and says the three of you will need to have a girls night later to talk. No one asked where two had disappeared to the night before, it seemed like none of them had noticed, which you were grateful for. It kept you and Zoro from having to answer any awkward questions for the time being.

Zoro didn't notice or care, if someone had asked he would've told them, but still keep you from feeling embarrassed or anything, this is all still new to both of you of course. Breakfast goes by without anyone bringing anything up, even as Sanji gives you a smile that you return, discreetly showing him your ring and confirming that he was right, everything turned out okay so far.

Most of your day is spent doing the normal things you’ve always done, the Sunny is docked at an island for a restock, you choose to go into town with Robin and Jinbei, Zoro tried to go along but Nami pulls him back, telling you to go ahead while she takes your husband for help with other things. You don’t question it only because that’s completely normal, you don’t even question Robin in town when she tries to convince you to buy a pretty white dress you seem to be staring at. You try it on but don’t buy it, there’s no reason to.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? It’d look lovely on you, I’m sure Zoro would think so too.”

“Nah, I don’t need it,” you laugh a bit as you go to look at something else that’s caught your eye, “Zoro doesn’t care what I wear anyway.”

“Mm…if you say so.”

You swear there’s something Robin isn’t telling you, even as you both try of different clothes and buy a few items, deciding you’ll bring Nami by later too, there’s plenty here she’ll like.

You do find it odd when Jinbei tries to get you to purchase a flower crown or a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for yourself, denying again that you really don’t need them. You’re not sure if you were imagining it or not, but you think the two share a knowing look with slight smiles as you head back to Sunny a while later.

When you make it back and see almost none of your crewmates around, you start to get suspicious something else is going on, especially seeing the way the ship deck is decorated to almost resemble a wedding, though with its own Straw Hat character, and Zoro waiting for you.

Face red, in a suit (that fits this time), and a bouquet of your favorite flower surrounded by daisies, heliotrope, and aster.

It dons on you immediately what Jinbei and Robin were doing, they were trying to get you ready for an impromptu marriage ceremony, but you didn’t catch on until now, you feel kind of stupid. Of course the white dress and small bouquet make sense now, even though Zoro hasn’t said anything. He doesn’t even notice you’re there at first, not until you say his name and he finally looks at you.

“Hey…you’re back.”

“What,” You’re trying hard not to cry but you can’t fight the smile that’s starting to creep onto your face as Zoro hands the flowers over to you, still nervous about this and maybe embarrassed over it, “What’s this about…?”

He’s quite for a moment, while you look over the flowers, a bright and happy look on your face. You know he’s had help with this, it’s what he and Nami were probably out buying while the others set things up.

“When we got married, legally, it wasn’t really a wedding,” scratching the back of his head, Zoro sighs just a bit before taking your hand and getting on one knee in front of you, returning the smile you’re giving him, “I know I was a stubborn ass about this for a long time, but you already know my thoughts on this, on us now…so I want to give you as real a wedding as I can. One you deserve.”

You have to stop yourself from laughing when it takes Zoro a minute to dig through the pockets he’s not used to find an engagement ring, one you don’t need but you figure Nami made him buy it just so you had one, even with your wedding band already on your hand.

“We’ve already got rings, and this time real witnesses,” you both can hear Luffy not so quietly asking Sanji for food before he's hushed and told to wait, everyone watching from the various places they’re hiding in, “Luffy’s ready to say whatever he needs to for us to be considered married on this crew, but I still have to ask you. So…will you marry me, for real this time, [Y/N]?”

“Of course, Zoro!” It’s not even something you can pretend to think about, not after everything you’ve gone through now. You throw your arms around him and Zoro hugs you close, there’s obvious relief like he was worried you’d changed your mind overnight while he tells you he loves you.

“Heyyy, can we do the ceremony now and eat?!”

“You idiot, she’s got to get dressed first!”

“Sanji made a great cake, it’s really sweet!”

“We were all glad when you went into town with Robin and Jinbei, we probably wouldn’t have gotten this all done if you hadn’t!”

“This is super great for both of you!”

“Yohohoho, I’ll get ready to play the wedding march then!”

“Mosshead, you better treat her right!”

“It’s wonderful to see you both happy now!”

“I may not have the full details of your circumstances, but congratulations to you both!”

You barely listen to your crewmates, your main focus being on Zoro and how this was pulled off so quickly, but you don’t bother to ask any questions, kissing your husband briefly.

“I suppose I should go get ready!”

“Yeah,” Zoro gives you a slight smirk before kissing your forehead, “I’ll be here, wife.”

Robin and Nami rush you off to your shared room to get you dressed, Robin having been sneaky and showing she’d purchased the dress she told you to buy, along with a small bouquet of flowers for you to carry. It’s nothing fancy, but that works perfectly with your relationship and how you’ve come together with Zoro.

Once they’ve got you ready the two go back to the deck to make sure everything and everyone is situated, sending Sanji after you a bit later, he’s agreed to be the one to give you away essentially, though you stop him just ad you’re about to head to the deck, he gives you a concerned look.

“Sanji, do you…do you think Zoro and I will last forever?”

Sanji takes a breath, before smiling and taking your hand as he lets it out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a couple more destined to last than you two. Besides, I don’t think the mosshead is willing to wear a suit for just anybody.”

You laugh and agree, telling Sanji you’re ready before he leads you out to the deck.

It’s not a very long or formal ceremony, Luffy stumbles a few times trying to remember what he needs to say, he even gets choked up a few times when he thinks about how he’s seen you and Zoro go from a marriage born of convenience to now being in love and properly married. It almost gets to you as well, but you keep all your tears back, just a few slipping g out when Luffy tells Zoro to hurry up and kiss you which makes you laugh. You know Zoro hates public displays of affection, but he’s willing to look past it for you, only you he’d justify. After that Luffy shouts for the party to start, you and Zoro laughing together just a bit while he holds you close.

“Thanks for not giving up on me, wife.”

“Hmm, thanks for saving me, husband.”

Chopper is right, the cake Sanji made is sweet, you’re surprised Zoro even has some, that he mostly stays away from alcohol except when you bring him a drink later on. It prompts him to pull you to his lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek to make you giggle.

“What’s this for?”

“Nothing,” he sighs a bit, holding you closer and laying his forehead on your shoulder, “Just glad you’re my wife is all.”

“Forever, right?”

“Forever. No matter what happens.”

Nami and Sanji watch you two from the side, giving each other looks that tell more than anything they know you’ll make it. They’ve both watched you ever since they each joined, seen how Zoro treats you and how much you’ve come to love each other. Even when Luffy comes over and drags you away from your real, permanent husband to dance with your captain, the same look Sanji swore to you he’s always seen on Zoro’s face. Soft and loving, he just watches you while you and Luffy giggle together.

When everyone starts to settle down, you’re surprised by Chisa returning to you after being gone since you arrived in Wano. She stops in front of you with two letters, one you know is from Elias and the other from your parents, finally. You’re not sure what to think, even when Zoro wraps his arms around you and sets his chin on your shoulder.

“Well?”

Pursing your lips, you shrug, before tearing up the letter still in the envelope causing Zoro roll tighten his hold on you. For a minute you don’t say anything, before you sigh and lean back against him with a smile.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t want care about what they have to say…I only care about you.”

“Hmm,” Zoro kisses tour cheek which makes you giggle before you do the same to him, “That’s my wife, I’m proud of you.”

“Love you, Zoro.”

“Yeah…I love you too.”

You two are going to last forever.

+!+

~10 years later~

You have a newborn baby girl to care for now, literally minutes old as she lays next to you and cries, unhappy about her new surroundings. It’s the middle of winter and the only people you’re allowing around her at the moment are the midwives of Shimotsuki Village that had come to help you deliver your baby in the middle of the day. Every one of them praises you for doing so well, but all you care about is your daughter and Zoro getting to see her, to meet her face to face. He’d been more anxious about it as you got closer to your due date, neither of you knowing if you’d have a boy or girl until the moment you gave birth, and now you have her!

She’s perfectly chubby, her little hands trying to grasp at the air while she wails and kicks her feet at the same time, even as you take hold of one of her hands. You want to laugh seeing her hair is just a slightly darker shade of green than Zoro’s, but smile instead as you calm her down.

“Shh, shh, baby girl, everything’s okay. I’m here, sweetheart. Your daddy’s on his way.”

It’s not even five minutes later you hear Nami yelling outside your door about how someone could miss this, while Sanji starts to swoon at her for being so protective of you but asking her to calm down, stress isn’t good for her or their own baby either. You hear Luffy laugh a bit himself, saying something you can’t understand before Usopp and Robin suggest they all leave you alone, as the door to your room opens and you’re so glad to see who’s finally there.

“Zoro~”

“I’m sorry I missed it, I was asking master something,” Zoro takes your hand you reached for him with, kissing your forehead before he sits beside you, looking at your baby with nothing but pride and love on his face, “We…we have a baby…”

“We have a daughter, Zoro.”

“She’s perfect. Just like her mama.”

Rolling your eyes, you just watch for a few minutes while Zoro takes in the fact you have a daughter to raise now. Honestly, you had been expecting to have a boy, and Zoro never told you what he thought you might have, he said it didn’t matter because it was your child, you made this baby together, he’d love them no matter what. But seeing him gently stroke her hair and let her hold onto his finger, you swear you’re falling in love with him all over again.

“Did you ask your master what we talked about?”

Zoro doesn’t hear you at first, he’s too focused on your daughter and watching her settle down, starting to sleep, before he realizes you spoke to him and asks you to repeat your question. When you do so, he nods, looking back to your daughter.

“Well?”

“He said nothing would make him happier…”

Nodding, you sigh in content when Zoro kisses your forehead again, before doing the same to your daughter.

“Welcome to the world, Kuina.”

You plan to give your daughter everything you never had and more, all the love in the world and no expectations to marry rich unless she decides to. Watching Zoro with her the rest of the day makes you realize this was all you ever wanted.

To love someone and be loved the same, and give that love to your own child forever.

#zoro x reader #one piece x reader #reader insert #last forever #roronoa zoro x reader

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pokemonshelterstories · 4 months ago

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Do you think it'll ever be possible to keep fossil pokemon as pets? Anorith is so so so cute but I don't think there's enough knowledge on them and their needs yet to let regular people own one. Not to mention the low population.

for the most part, not really, or not in a way that's accessible to most people.

there are two barriers to their care, and you've basically hit on both of them to an extent. the first is that, with the exception of a few isolated populations in areas like the crown tundra, there's really no way to get fossil pokemon without purchasing from a breeder (expensive, long wait lists) or finding a high-quality fossil yourself and having it revived (even more expensive, very hard to obtain). while blueberry academy has seen some success with a limited "wild" introduction in its terarium, that's a project in its earliest stages and with a relatively controlled environment. the vast majority of live specimens from fossil lines go to researchers.

the second is that we're still learning their ideal parameters- and for the pokemon where we do have a good idea of how to provide for them, it's not something the average person can or should try to do! they evolved to thrive in environments that, by and large, don't exist naturally anymore, so anyone who owns a fossil pokemon has to create that environment. think about what resources you have on hand right now. would you be able to maintain a large saltwater tank with appropriate pressure? do you have at least an acre, if not more, of land to turn into a simulation of a forest or jungle or tundra, and are you prepared to effectively run and pay for a zoo enclosure, replacing any broken or crushed tree trunks and stones regularly? if you manage to check those things off, are you an experienced trainer who can safely manage a potentially dangerous pokemon in a large environment? are you comfortable carrying a body shield to protect yourself during feedings and training sessions until you're absolutely certain your pokemon is safe to be around? are you okay with dealing with pokemon rights activists, who may protest outside your home if they find out you're housing a revived pokemon?

for most people, that's a no right from the start. and that's why a lot of people who have fossil pokemon are expert scientists, and they frequently work together as teams to raise these pokemon! a very dedicated and fortunate trainer could make this work, but even then it's less of a pet and more of a project.

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon care #fossil pokemon

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m4rv3l-girl · 5 months ago

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I’ve Got Your Back - {Part 1}

Bucky x Y/N

Bucky meets you, a student making ends meet at an over-priced convenience store. Despite being afraid of entering the world of romance again, you just seem to …understand each other. Maybe there’s more to them both than they originally thought.

Warnings: age-gap. Angst. Workplace bullying. Language.

Bucky Barnes stepped inside the convenience store. The fluorescent lights buzzed above him, illuminating aisles stacked with overpriced snacks, crappy. The smell of mop-water sat in the air.

He hadn’t really planned on stopping by. But a craving for something sweet had led him here, the tiny corner store tucked between a laundromat and a liquor shop. A couple of kids loitered by the slushie machine, arguing over which flavor was superior, while a man in a wrinkled suit debated over cigarettes behind the counter.

And then, there was you.

You stood at the register, expression caught somewhere between tired and vaguely annoyed—not outright rude, just carrying the weight of someone who’d had a long day. Bucky knew the look well; he saw it in the mirror more often than not.

He didn’t expect much interaction beyond the necessary exchange of goods and payment. But as he approached, a voice from the back interrupted the quiet monotony.

“Y/N! Are you fucking serious? I told you to restock aisle four, not stand there like a damn statue!”

Your spine stiffened at the harsh words. From the back room, a squat man in an ill-fitted polo stomped out, glaring at you with the disdain of someone who’d long since lost any patience for basic human decency.

Bucky noticed the way your eyes momentarily glossed over, how your fingers curled slightly against the counter before you took a steadying breath.

“I did restock it, Mr. Carl,” you replied, voice even but quiet. Bucky swore he saw a glassy sheen in your eyes. “I was just about to—”

“Don’t give me the excuses, girl. If I have to tell you one more time—”

“That’s enough.”

The words left Bucky’s mouth before he could stop them.

Both you and your boss turned to look at him. Your eyes widened slightly, surprised, while Carl just narrowed his, sizing up the stranger who had the audacity to interrupt his evening tirade.

“And you are?” Carl scoffed, crossing his arms.

Bucky’s jaw tensed. “A paying customer who doesn’t appreciate seeing people get treated like dirt for doing their job.”

Carl let out an incredulous huff but, perhaps noticing the sheer muscle and steel beneath Bucky’s jacket, decided not to push it. With a dismissive wave, he muttered something about ‘lazy employees’ and retreated to the back.

You let out a slow breath and glanced at Bucky, something between gratitude and embarrassment flickering across your face.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured, ringing up his purchase. There was a twang in your voice, an accent that seemed a mix-match.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, shaking his head. “You okay?”

You hesitated. Bucky recognized that too—the reluctance to admit that things weren’t fine, even when they clearly weren’t.

“I’m fine,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Been through worse.”

Bucky nodded, respecting the boundary but not quite believing you. He tapped his fingers against the counter, considering his next words carefully.

“You need me to rough him up a little?” he asked, only half-joking.

A surprised laugh burst from your lips before you could stop it. It wasn’t much, but it was genuine, and for some reason, that made Bucky feel lighter.

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “As tempting as it is to see Carl get launched into a snack display, I don’t think that would help my employment status.”

Bucky smirked. “Fair point.”

He took his bag, but instead of leaving, he lingered for a second. Then, in a softer voice, he added, “Seriously though… if you ever need help, I’m around.”

There was something in his tone—something solid, reassuring. A promise.

You met his eyes, seeing not just the war hero or the former assassin, but someone who understood. Someone who didn’t just say things to sound good, but meant them.

“Thank you,” you said, and the sincerity in your voice made him realize that maybe, you were telling the truth when you said you’d been through worse.

He gave you a single nod, the kind that said more than a hundred words ever could. Then, with a quiet goodbye, Bucky turned to leave, his heavy boots echoing against the linoleum floor. As the door chimed shut behind him, you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth spread through your chest. It had been a long time since someone had stood up for you like that—if ever.

The rest of the shift dragged on, the weight of your boss’s words lessened slightly by the brief encounter with the mysterious customer. You found your thoughts drifting back to Bucky’s face—his concerned eyes and the gentle curve of his mouth when he’d offered to help. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt like a lifeline thrown to a drowning person.

When your shift finally ended, you stepped outside into the cool night air, letting it wash over you like a wave of relief. The neon lights of the store sign cast a garish glow on the empty sidewalk, but it didn’t feel as lonely as it usually did.

As you began the short walk home, you noticed a figure leaning against the wall of the adjacent laundromat. It was Bucky, arms folded over his chest, watching the world pass by. He pushed off the wall when he saw you, his eyes lighting up in a way that made your heart stutter.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You okay to walk home?”

You nodded, surprised by his concern. “I’m fine. I live just a few blocks away.”

“Okay,” he said, falling into step beside you. “I’m in no rush, and I don’t like the thought of you walking out here by yourself after what I heard in there.”

The gesture was unexpected, but somehow comforting.

“Thanks,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden rush of emotions. “Did you wait here this whole time just to check I got home okay…?”

Bucky shrugged, his shoulders shifting beneath the leather jacket. “Call it a gut feeling. Besides, it’s the least I could do after that show back there. No one should have to deal with that kind of crap at work.”

You couldn’t argue with that. As you walked side by side, the silence stretched comfortably between you, filled only by the distant sound of passing cars and the occasional chuckle of a couple leaving the liquor store.

“So, what’s your story?” Bucky asked, his gaze scanning the street as if expecting trouble. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course. I get the feeling you’ve got a bit of a history with that guy.”

You sighed, looking down at your worn-out sneakers. “It’s nothing special. Just a dead-end job, trying to make ends meet while I figure out what I want to do with my life. Carl’s always been a bit of a… character, but he pays the bills. Or at least, he did before tonight.”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to you. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, a hint of sadness in the movement. “I think that might’ve been the last straw. I’ve been looking for something better for a while now, but it’s hard to find something that fits with my school schedule. Plus, I can’t exactly quit without another job lined up, you know? But I feel like shit there.”

Bucky nodded, his expression empathetic. He’d been in tough situations himself, had to make choices that weren’t ideal.

“Well, if you ever need a reference or anything, you’ve got my number now.” He fished out a piece of paper and scribbled down a string of digits. “And if he ever gives you grief again, just remember, you’ve got backup.”

You took the paper, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The thought of having someone like Bucky on your side was oddly comforting. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

As you approached the turn that led to your apartment complex, you felt a twinge of sadness. You didn’t know much about him, but there was something about his presence that made you feel less alone in the world. But you knew that this was the part where you said goodbye and went your separate ways.

“This is me,” you said, pointing to the dimly lit building. “Thanks for walking me home, Bucky.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on the worn-out stairs leading up to the entrance. “No problem. Stay safe, okay? Wait…how did you-”

You smirked, holding up the receipt from the store. “It’s my job to remember faces and numbers, even if it’s just for the night. Plus, yours is pretty hard to forget. War hero, and all”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, a ghost of a smile. “Well, I guess that makes me pretty memorable.”

You nodded, tucking the paper into your pocket. “It does. Thanks again, really.”

“Take care, Y/N,” Bucky said, giving you a small salute before he turned and melted back into the shadows of the alley.

The night felt eerily quiet once he was gone, the echo of his footsteps fading away into the distance. You climbed the stairs, the chill of the evening seeping into your bones and unlocked the door to your apartment. Inside, the warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the outside world. You threw your bag onto the couch and kicked off your shoes, feeling the weight of the day finally start to lift. As you padded over to the fridge, the cold floor tiles biting at your socks, you pulled out the leftover pizza from the night before, the cheese congealed into a sad, greasy mess. But it was food, and that was all that mattered right now. All that you could budget for.

As you heated up your dinner in the microwave, the glow of the screen casting a soft light across the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the image of Bucky’s face from your mind. The way he looked at you - like he truly saw you - was something you hadn’t experienced in a very long time. The microwave beeped, snapping you out of your thoughts. You took a bite of the lukewarm pizza, the cheese pulling away from the bread. But somehow, it tasted a little less disappointing given that your night was accompanied by a nice guy… and a small spark you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You sat at the small table by the window, looking out into the quiet street. Sometimes a car passed by, their headlights painting streaks of light on the pavement. You found yourself wondering about Bucky’s life. What led him to be so kind? What made him want to protect someone like you from a simple act of workplace bullying? The curiosity grew, but you pushed it aside, telling yourself that you should be grateful for the brief respite from your reality and not overthink it.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the silence. You glanced down at the screen, expecting a notification from a class group chat or a text from a friend complaining about their day. But instead, you found a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey Y/N, it’s Bucky. Just checking in. How are you holding up?

Your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Bucky Barnes. You know, handsome. Sweet. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Just the thought of answering gave you a flutter in your chest.

You: Hey, I’m okay. Thanks for checking in. It’s been a long night.

Bucky: No problem at all. Just wanted to make sure you’re not letting that asshole get to you. You deserve better.

The bluntness of his message made you chuckle around a mouthful of pizza. It was refreshing, the way he didn’t mince words. You chewed thoughtfully, considering how much of your situation to share with him. After all, he was basically a stranger.

You: I’ve had worse days, but thanks for caring. I’ll be okay. Just trying to keep my chin up and move on.

The phone vibrated again, the screen lighting up with another text from him.

Bucky: That’s the spirit. Ever need someone to vent to, I’m here. Or, you know, to help you move some furniture. I’ve got strong arms and not a lot of plans.

The offer made you smile wider. It was almost a vague way of saying he wanted to see you again, despite being a blunt man he could bring himself to ask you out. It was laughable, in a way.

You: Haha, I’ll keep that in mind. I actually do have an old bookshelf that’s been giving me a hard time.

Bucky: Perfect. I’m your man. Whenever you need it moved, just let me know. No strings attached. Unless you want to grab some coffee first.

The suggestion was casual, but it hung in the air, charged with something more. You chewed on your lip, contemplating his offer. It wasn’t just about the bookshelf; you knew that. But the idea of seeing Bucky again, of sharing a moment that didn’t involve work or the stale air of the convenience store, was tempting. You hadn’t had a decent conversation with anyone in what felt like forever.

Coffee sounds good - you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check.

Bucky: Great! How’s tomorrow afternoon around 3? I can swing by with some muscle and a decent taste in caffeine.

You nodded to yourself, feeling a rush of blood to your face. It wasn’t a date, but it was something. Something outside the routine of your life. Something that had the potential to be more than just another forgettable encounter.

You: Tomorrow at 3 it is.

Bucky: Looking forward to it. Get some rest, and don’t let Carl ruin your night.

The conversation ended with a promise to meet, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the universe had just handed you a gift-wrapped opportunity for a new beginning. You spent the rest of the night scrolling through job listings, a renewed sense of determination burning in your chest. Maybe you didn’t need to settle for the same old crap anymore. Maybe there was more out there.

The next day dragged by with the excitement of a snail race. You found yourself checking the time on your phone every few minutes, counting down the hours until you could see Bucky again. It was ridiculous, really. You barely knew the guy, but he’d left an indelible mark on you with his kindness and protective nature.

Finally, the clock struck 3, and you felt your nerves begin to fray. You’d chosen your outfit with more care than usual, opting for a simple black dress that fell just above your knees and a light cardigan to ward off the chill of your ill-heated apartment. It was cleaner than it had been in weeks, the bookshelf sitting awkwardly in the middle of your living room, a clear indicator of the ruse you’d concocted.

When the buzzer rang, you took a deep breath and opened the door. Bucky stood in the hallway, dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, looking every inch the hero from your childhood comics. He held up two steaming cups of coffee, the aroma wafting into the room.

“Peace offering,” he said with a wink, handing one to you.

You took it gratefully, feeling your nerves dissipate a little. The warmth of the cup felt good in your hands. “Thanks,” you murmured, taking a tentative sip.

He stepped inside, surveying the bookshelf with a nod of approval. “Looks like it’s seen better days.”

“It was my grandmother’s. I just can’t seem to part with it,” you said, feeling a twinge of nostalgia.

Bucky set his own coffee down and rolled up his sleeves. “Well, let’s get to work then.”

The process of moving the heavy, cumbersome piece of furniture was surprisingly easy with his help. You directed him where to push and pull, and together, you managed to maneuver it into the perfect spot. It was a small victory, but it felt significant, a symbol of progress in a life that often felt stagnant.

Once the bookshelf was in place, you sat down on the couch, breathless and laughing. Bucky followed, his smile reaching his eyes as he took in the now organized space. He handed you back your coffee, and you took a grateful sip, watching him as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“So, what’s the story behind the books?” he asked, gesturing to the eclectic mix of novels and textbooks that now lined the shelves.

You shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious. “They’re just my escape. Sometimes school gets overwhelming, and I just need to lose myself in a good story.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on the spines before meeting yours. “I get that. Sometimes, when I’ve had enough of my own head, I’ll read for hours. It’s like…going on an adventure without leaving your couch.”

You shared a knowing look. “Exactly. And my couch is pretty comfy for traveling the world.”

Bucky’s smile grew a little sad. “Or escaping it, huh?”

The air in the room changed, thick with unspoken understanding. You both knew what it was like to carry a past that weighed heavier than any book. You took a deep breath, deciding to let down your guard a little.

“Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes it’s easier to deal with other people’s problems than my own. And the ones in books have a better chance of a happy ending than the ones in real life.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “But you can’t live in someone else’s story forever, Y/N. You gotta write your own sometimes too.”

You looked away, feeling the weight of his gaze. It was a gentle push, but it was a push nonetheless.

“I know,” you said softly. “I’m just…scared to mess it up, you know?”

Bucky’s hand found yours, his grip firm but gentle. “You won’t. And if you do, that’s what the backspace button’s for. Just keep going.”

The warmth of his hand was like a balm to your soul, a silent promise of support. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the beginnings of something unfurling in your chest - hope, perhaps?

You both sat there in silence for a moment, sipping on your coffee, the quiet hum of the fridge the only sound breaking the stillness.

“So, what’s your story?” Bucky asked, curiosity etched in his voice as he took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

You took a deep breath, unsure how much of your life you wanted to unpack for a man you’d only just met. But there was something about him that made you feel safe, like he could handle whatever you threw at him. “It’s not much to tell, really. Just trying to get through school, work to pay the bills, the usual stuff. My parents aren’t around, so it’s all on me.”

The sadness in your voice was palpable, and Bucky’s expression softened. He knew what it was like to be adrift in the world, carrying the weight of responsibilities that were never meant for one person.

“What about your friends? They help you out?”

You shrugged. “They try, but everyone’s got their own lives. It’s hard to juggle it all. And Carl…” You trailed off, not wanting to dwell on the sour note he’d left you with the night before.

“He’s not worth another thought,” Bucky said firmly. “You’ve got more important things to focus on. Like what you’re gonna do after you graduate.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want to be a counsellor. I’m studying psychology.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up. “That’s amazing. You’ll be great at it. You’ve already got the patience and strength to deal with people at their worst.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “Thanks. It’s just what I’ve had to learn to do, I guess. Can I ask you something a bit stupid?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, his grip on your hand not loosening. “You can ask me anything.”

“How did you become so…” You paused, searching for the right word. “So…good?”

He chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly warm and full of life. “It’s not something you just become, Y/N. I’ve seen a lot of bad stuff. Done a lot of bad stuff. It’s about making choices, every day. Choosing to do the right thing even when it’s hard, even when it’s scary. And I’ve had a lot of people help me along the way. Like Steve… Captain America, I mean.”

The mention of his friend brought a wistful look to his eyes, and you felt a tingle of curiosity about the stories he must have, the adventures he’d been on.

“I just…I mean, I’m not gonna trauma dump on you or anything but sometimes I just feel like I…can’t make up for anything…” Your voice drew out.

Bucky’s thumb made small circles on the back of your hand, a gentle reassurance. “You fascinate me.”

You looked up, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the floor before meeting yours again. “You look so sweet. I..obviously you are. But, I can tell there’s something else going on. That something happened….”

You felt your eyes well up, unsure if you wanted to let go of the dam of emotions you’d held back for so long. But the sincerity in Bucky’s voice, the way his thumb kept caressing your hand, made you feel like maybe, just this once, it was okay to be vulnerable in front of him.

“It’s just… I’ve made some mistakes,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Big ones. Ones I’m not sure I can ever fix. It’s hard to…move on from that.”

Bucky’s eyes searched yours, the warmth in them unwavering. “We all have regrets, Y/N. Hey, we all know I do. But that doesn’t define us. It’s what we do next that counts. And you, helping people, that’s a pretty noble next step, if you ask me.”

You took a shaky breath, his words resonating deep within you. “Sorry.” You giggle softly, “This is a bit dark for a first…whatever this is.”

“It’s okay to be real. Sometimes that’s all anyone can ask for.”

Bucky’s words surrounded you like a warm embrace, his grip on your hand a silent reminder that you weren’t alone. The room felt a size smaller, but not in a suffocating way - more like the comfort of a blanket on a cold night, wrapping you in a cocoon. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your secrets threatening to spill out.

He could see a look of guilt spilling over your features suddenly.

“Bucky, I’m a bad person.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. You hadn’t meant to say it so bluntly, but there it was, hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

Bucky’s thumb stopped moving. He studied you, his gaze intense but not judgmental. “You can’t believe that, Y/N. You’re not. Everyone makes mis-”

You cut him off with a shake of your head. “No, Bucky. You don’t understand.”

The silence grew heavier, the air thick with the unspoken words. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for his judgment, his pity. But all you found was his hand tightening around yours, a silent declaration that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I was trained in the Red Room.”

It was a whisper, the weight of the confession making your voice tremble.

Bucky’s eyes searched yours, the warmth in them never fading. “The Red Room?” he repeated, his voice low and measured. You nodded, the words feeling like lead in your mouth. The Red Room was something you’d buried deep, a chapter of your life you’d hoped never to have to re-open. But here you were, in the dim light of your small apartment, sharing it with this stranger. He deserved to know. He deserved the option to walk away and never look back at the twisted world he’d barely escaped the first time.

He was quiet for a long moment, his hand still wrapped around yours. The tension grew, a symphony of unspoken questions and fears playing in the air. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, the thumping rhythm echoing in your ears. Was he disgusted? Would he leave now?

Bucky’s eyes searched yours, looking for the truth in the shadows of your irises. “The Red Room,” he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue like a dark secret. You could see the recognition in his eyes, the understanding of what that meant. “You were a widow.”

It was less of a question than a statement.

You nodded, feeling the weight of your past pressing down on you like a heavy blanket. The air grew colder, and you found yourself shrinking into your cardigan, as if it could offer some kind of protection from his judgment. But instead of recoiling, Bucky leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

“How’d you get out?” His voice was gentle, the question not one of accusation, but of genuine curiosity.

You took a deep breath, feeling the walls of your chest constrict around the words you hadn’t spoken in years. “Natasha and Yelena…they found me. When they took the Red Room down. They…freed me.”

Bucky’s grip on your hand grew stronger, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the understanding dawn in his expression, the knowledge of what it meant to be plucked from the hell you’d been living in and thrust into a world that didn’t make sense anymore.

“Bucky, you….I think you should go.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, the tremble in it clear as day. You couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, the guilt and fear of what he’d think of you now that he knew the truth too much to bear. You didn’t expect him to stay, not after what you’d told him. But the way he looked at you, with a mix of empathy and something you couldn’t quite name, made you hope.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N,” Bucky said firmly, his thumb still caressing the back of your hand. “You’re safe here. With me.”

But the dam had already broken. Tears spilled from your eyes, a silent cascade that painted tracks down your cheeks. You hadn’t realized how much you’d needed to hear that, how much you’d needed someone to remind you that you weren’t the monster you felt like. You hadn’t expected to find that in the arms of a man who’d been through his own brand of hell.

But here you were, crying in front of him, letting the pain of your past spill out in a messy, human way.

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