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[astyrial]

i won't hurt you matt murdock x fem!reader (angst) synopsis: an interesting figure saves you word count: 963 warnings: assault, attempted kidnapping, blood masterlist | requests are open

    you watch as the numbers tick down on the elevator, a headache looming not too far behind. anxiety builds in your system as the lights flicker slightly. they've always been like that, you know, but watching as the room grows dark causes a flurry inside. you tap your foot against the flooring and listen to the music playing above. it worms into your head, no matter how annoying it may seem. 

  the numbers stop right before the letter 'b', taking a moment to finally switch to your floor. the basement sits rather empty at this time of day. most of the cars have abandoned the parking garage and the lights are far and few between. your hair stands up the second you step off of the rickety elevator. you take a look around, eyes focusing on each of the dark corners of the garage.

  your hand is quick to grab your phone from your pocket, opening it up so you can call your sister. however, unfortunately for you, you lost internet as soon as you entered the basement. you turn back to the elevator, hoping you could get a security guard to escort you to your car, stomach churning.

  you quickly press the button, multiple times at that. your heart pounds in your ears, your intuition screaming at you that something is wrong. but when you look back to check for anyone, you still don't see someone. it looks completely empty at a quick glance. the dark corners sit still and the remaining cars shine under the few lights that remain on. 

  when you turn back to look at the elevator, finger hovering in front of the button, you see something in the reflection of the doors. your eyes squint at the figure and before you can even realize what's happening, someone's wrapping their arm around you. one of their hands cover your mouth as you try to scream.

  "shut up- shut up!"

  his voice is gruff, deeply rooted with notes of cigarettes and beer. you kick against the ground and against his legs, feeling as he moves you quite easily towards his truck. you get a good scream out and stomp your foot where his toes are hidden by his shoes. he lets out a grunt while still trying to move you farther. 

  you free one of your hands and swat it through the air, moving erratically in the hopes of hitting something. as you're fighting, you get the chance to hit him near the eye with your knuckle. he looses his grip of your mouth, fingers in an unfortunate position as you bite down on his index finger. 

  in your time on the planet, you haven't really found reason to bite someone. however, your jaw clenches as you can hear something snap in his finger. your fingernails pull at the skin on his arm, a scream escaping you, his hand falling from your mouth. "help! please help!" you shout as loud as you can, knowing that likely, no one's hearing you down here.

  no one will watch the horrific scene that is occurring to you now. they'll never see your horrified expression in the reflection of the elevator doors. all anyone will ever see is through a security camera nearby. you figure he'll torture you, bleed you of all personality or will to live. and for a split second, you lose all hope, your voice slowly grasping for air.

  however, something happens as the man throws you from him, pushing you towards the ground. you're quick to scramble towards your feet, turning around to see someone punching your attacker to the ground. a mask covers the man's face as his whole body is covered with a black jumpsuit of some sort. blood splatters from the man's face onto your savior's suit. 

  you watch as your mouth hangs open slightly, eyebrows narrow. while your heartbeat slows down, you're still breathing heavily, lips trembling at the sight. when your attacker seems completely out of it, the person saving you turns to where you're standing. his form grows soft when looking towards you, "you're going to be okay," his voice is low and gravelly.

  "he can't hurt you anymore," he continues, taking a step towards you. his palms are open in front of him, as to say 'i won't hurt you'.

  you look up at him, hands clenching. his appearance, especially when you can't what's under the mask, makes you feel on edge. however, what he did for you, it makes you appreciate him. "thank- thank you," you turn to look at your car, "now, you should probably go, i have to all the police, report this."

  now, maybe you shouldn't tell an attacker to walk away from the scene of a crime. but honestly, the thoughts of what that man would've done to you can't really make you sympathetic. you pull out your phone and dial 911, looking back up to look back at the person who saved you, and he's gone. you blink a few times and realize he really is gone. 

  as you talk about the situation over the phone with 911, you look around a little more. you want to tell him again, tell him how grateful you really are. you don't even notice the water gathering in the sides of your eyes as you wait for the first responders to come. you were more scared than you've ever been this evening, and he fixed that. 

  unbeknownst to you, he stands off to the side. a door leads out of the parking garage, and he can't help but wait for a moment in your presence. it's not common for people to thank him, let alone even know he was there. so he can't help but want to soak up your voice for a little while longer before the police get there.

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[astyrial]

back of the truck suna rintarō x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you go to a drive-in theater word count: 400 warnings: one suggestive comment masterlist | requests are open

    "i've always loved drive-in theaters," you mutter as the bright screen illuminates under the dark sky, stars shining very lightly.

  the noise of the movie carries through a small hand held radio you acquired earlier in the evening. it's compact, but the noise quality leaves only everything to enjoy. you take in a deep sigh as you feel rin next to you, breathing on beat with you. he has one arm under your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. 

  beneath you is a small blow up mattress with blankets galore. it was the perfect opportunity to use the old pickup truck that rin received from his father. "i know, that's why we're at one at nine in the evening," he whispers into your ear, eyes focused only on you. 

  "nine isn't even that late, you're saying it like i've been keeping you up for hours on end," you purse your lips, gaze flickering between him and the screen in front of you.

  "now normally, i'd happily let you keep me up for hours on end," he starts, trying to laugh silently as your mouth hangs open, hand slapping his chest, "but- but i'm exhausted from practicing for university tryouts and everything."

  you shake your head into his arm, rolling your eyes as he kisses your forehead. "i know, feel free to pass out whenever you need to. just beware, once it's over, i'll be waking you up with air horns and sirens," you mutter into his chest, a smile creeping on your face.

  you can feel him smile as well, cheek pressed against the top of your head. no matter the joking or the cheeky conversations, it's easy to see that rin loves you deeply. from collecting hoards of blankets to blowing up an air mattress with a hand pump, he’d do anything for you. including taking you out to a drive-in theater only to drift off to sleep a few moments later.

  “thanks babe, i love you,” he whispers once more, taking in a deep breath.

  his breath steadies once more and you can feel him quickly dose off. rintarō’s arms relax a little and his head feels more like dead weight against yours. you take in a deep breath and look towards the screen, “yeah, i know you do, honey.”

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[astyrial]

long time no see kuroo tetsurō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: your least favorite guest arrives word count: 1.5k warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    sunlight envelopes you as wheat whips against your shins. harvest time, one of the most beneficial times for your family. as your many brothers continue on the wheat fields, you turn to retrieve the crops from your personal garden. between the excitement of the prince's yearly visit and the increased harvest you have this year, everyone has been working at their very best.

  your eldest sister knits him a considerable shirt. your mother creating a feast that would only be considered a snack compared to the prince's typical meals. you would be tasked with tidying the house and your brother's room that he would overtake. over the years, you clearly understood his power and influence, hence your family's preparation. however, you never quite cared for his intrusion.

  especially as you gather peas and watch as your family members race for the front of the house. your younger sister rushes out the back door, her best outfit on. "sister! the prince is here, we must go see him!" she pulls on your arm, nearly knocking the basket out of your hand, dropping the vegetables you had grabbed.

  "ella! i'll see him plenty the following days, plus it's not as if he doesn't know who we are already," you pull your hand back from her, rearranging the vegetables so that they're more secure in your basket. 

  ella shakes her head, looking back to see the carriage pulling up to the house. "but you know mother likes you to be there. he's always been kind to you, even when you were both children. or at least that's what everyone tells me," her shoulders drop, eyes flickering between you and the building. 

  the puppy dog eyes she dawns can't keep you from saying no once more, "fine- el. but if anyone's being forced to carry his bags this time, it'll be alexander. the prince hardly knows how to pack light."

  a giggle escapes from your sister, her hand reaching out to grab yours once more. you intertwine your fingers with hers, letting her pull you towards the home. the grass is soft between your toes, dandelion seeds dispersing as you walk through them. once you reach the front of the house, the prince is already exiting his carriage. 

  he has a wild smile on his face, eyes searching the large family. his gaze lands on you and it's like he was searching for you through the small crowd of people. you avert your eyes, swallowing phlegm. "hello! l/n family, it's great to be a guest at your home once more. i trust you've had a lovely harvest," he greets your mother first, father second.

  "oh prince tetsuro! we greatly appreciate your visit. the harvest has been more than enough and we will absolutely see to it that some of it is given to the kingdom," your father shakes the prince's hand, a smile on his face. 

  prince tetsuro.. it's been a while since you've seen him. the way his hair spikes up and his laugh becoming irritatingly contagious. however, this visit, he looks a little different from how he normally appears. more mature, more confident in his stature. for once he may actually live up to his title of prince and complete a job. 

  "ahhh well this year the whole kingdom has been graced with great soil. if you'd like, your contribution should be used for better things. like expanding your farm, or maybe visiting the castle every so often."

  visiting the castle? you narrow your eyes at the ground, why would your family visit the castle? you look back up at the prince and catch his eye once more. it wasn't that you despised the royal family, but rather, you didn't want to eat poultry with them. they lived above so many others and take weekends away to live amongst those who live below them.

  he gives you a soft smile, turning away from your parents, "anything delicious from the personal garden this year?"

  "uh- yes. the peas are the freshest they've ever tasted," you tap your bare foot against the ground, feeling the little pebbles that near the road. 

  "absolutely! you should join us inside and we can serve you a dish. then you can remember just how delicious the vegetables and fruits grown here can be," your mother hooks her arm with the prince, as if they're lifelong friends, and helps him into the house.

  most of your family follows, ella staying back a second to look over at you. she rolls her eyes as you turn around to head back to the back of the house. "why aren't you joining us? we should be celebrating! we no longer need to dedicate some of our food for the kingdom!"

  "because if he didn't know us, he never would've done that. what about the other farms that are 'so plentiful'? ella, i understand your appreciation for the king and his son, but I don't feel the same. prince tetsuro seems lovey, but by the end of the day, he's still just a prince," you pull away from her, turning back towards the gardens and the horses' stable. 

  the walk is tedious, the sun beginning to lower in the sky. the wheat fields moving graciously through the wind. your head turns, looking back at the house. inside is your family gathering with the prince. they all look so happy, so peaceful with him. but why wouldn't they? he secures futures for you all, just not for others. 

  you turn back around, shaking your head. the basket seats in your hand as you spot the stable. it's small, only enough room for a couple horses. however, you always like going down there, alone. you quickly make it to the horses' stable and set down your basket, grabbing a muddied carrot. the horses always enjoy your gifts, unable to say no to a carrot or apple. 

  "oh rusty, you're the only one i care to be around right now. everything is prince tetsuro this and tetsuro that. he may be a prince, but it's not as if he does much for this kingdom."

  "well, tell me how you really feel," a voice echoes through your head, a voice that would be the last one you would want to hear in any scenario.

  you turn around and see prince tetsuro standing there, his arm leaning against the entrance of the stable. his cloak hangs over his shoulders and down to the ground. your breath catches in your throat, heart beating quickly. tetsuro's thumb hooks onto his waistband, the rest of his hand resting on his pants. "i'm joking.. you're not the first to underestimate my abilities to lead," his gaze flickers between you and your horse. 

  "right, uh i apologize for the comments, prince tetsuro," you curtsy, scowling at the floor before looking back up at the prince. 

  he shakes his head before standing up straight and walking over to you. "no need to apologize, i appreciate hearing a truthful opinion every once in a while. especially when it comes from a friend," prince tetsuro's eyebrows raise, his body in front of you now, uncomfortably close.

  "i wouldn't exaggerate that much prince tetsuro. you've been kind to my family, but royals and farmers simply don't mix. they never will," you bite your lip, turning back to your horse, only stealing glimpses of the prince. 

  prince tetsuro stands beside you, also staring off at your horse. it hasn't been the first time you've caught his eye. growing up, he'd always gravitate towards you during all of his visits. the prince would always gift you things, even if you didn't have the guts to accept them. it wasn't until recently that you realized just how different the royals truly are from you. how they live their life so lavishly compared to your pigpens and work horses.

  "then let me show you that we can," he turns to you, lifting one foot onto the lowest rack of the railing. 

  "you actually believe in a few days time that you can convince me to deny a fundamental truth?"

  the prince smiles to himself, gaze flickering between your eyes. even if you can't see it, he can see a playfulness flash across your irises. "i know i can," prince tetsuro 

  you shake your head, reaching out your hand to run your fingers along rusty's mane. sure the prince is attractive to an extent, his royal outfit dawning colors you could never imagine owning. he used to be able to make you laugh more than anyone else you knew. prince tetsuro was a pillar of anything good, making this all the harder when you shrug your shoulders.

  "well, if you want to start anywhere, i'd recommend the garden. i could use some help getting the aubergines collected," you reach down and grab the basket of vegetables, turning back to look at the prince.

  he holds out his hand, "i can carry the basket for you, m'lady."

  "don't push it, your royal highness," you push past him and out of the stable. 

  never in your life did you imagine a prince fighting for your attention, affection. especially going to such lengths to pull plants from a garden and smear mud along his pants. despite your clear reservations, you can't help but laugh along as he attempts to gain your time and trust.

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[astyrial]

hold on, for me thomas x teresa (angst) synopsis: canon divergence for thomesa week word count: 1k warnings: death, bleeding, explosions masterlist | requests are open

    the veins in janson's forehead pop out, thomas' fingers feeling the pulse racing through his jugular. despite janson's hands pulling at thomas' shirt, ripping sections off, he can still feel the muscles with every clench. "you'll regret thi-" janson's now gravely voice is cut off by the sound of snapping, his eyes bulging. 

  no amount of blood-curdling noises or the sight of janson's tongue jutting from his mouth can stop thomas' blind rage. their capture, the experiments set on them, newt's body filled with a metal bullet. all of their lives were consequently ruined by janson's actions, by his blindness for something else. thomas' hands stay wrapped around janson's throat, body limp.

  the sound of explosions burst his eardrums, face red with anger. even the palm of a hand slapping the side of his face can't seem to shake him from such violence. a noise, a voice of sorts, shouts in his ear. he can't quite tell what it is, the noise a mere buzz compared to the building falling around him. "he's dead!" minho appears in front of him, shaking his shoulders to bring thomas back to his senses.

  "he's dead," minho's voice softs as thomas stares back into his eyes, knowing he finally got through to the runner. 

  thomas finally lets go of janson's neck, bruises forming where his hands were, leaving an eerie shadow. he stumbles upwards, minho helping him stabilize before pulling him close, shouting in his ear, "we put them all out of commission! we need to go!"

  two explosions rattle the storage room. minho and thomas push through the dust and debris as they run for the maintenance room, ignoring the walls crumbling around them. a piece of ceiling falls next to them, sending thomas to the ground, his arm scratched and soon to be bruised. minho grabs at thomas's arms, one hand under his armpit, pulling him until his feet can gain traction.

  the ground rumbles as another explosion goes off in a nearby room, throwing minho against a wall. his body slams into the wall, a groan leaving his lips. "we need to hurry!" thomas shouts, pulling minho, trying to throw minho's arm over his shoulder.

  minho stumbles to follow him, nearly running into brenda who appeared from another hallway. as thomas lays eyes on her, he instantly thinks to teresa. where is she? is she injured, dead? as if he manifested her himself, she runs up to them, tumbling through the rocky flooring. 

  she's dirty, blood smeared around different parts of her clothing. teresa's gaze lands on thomas, the sight of a large piece of ceiling tearing from the rest of it. she shouts for him, running towards him, "get out of the way!"

  just as she jumps towards him, the piece falls from the ceiling. every part of her wanted to make up for the pain she had caused thomas, even if she believed in wicked's intentions. she wanted to watch him grow old with happiness in a free land. she wanted him to love her just as she did for him. maybe, in a way, he does, especially when he takes the last second to push her away.

  the ceiling collapses onto thomas' legs and midsection. it crushes his bones and organs, blood seeping onto the tile flooring. "thomas!" her voice screeches at a tone that never seemed possible for her, completing taking over the sounds of rocks colliding around them. 

  his face is covered in grime, and she can't help but run to him, yelling his name again. she pictures him nearly dying to gally, the spear just nearly colliding with him. the thought of wicked taking a saw to his skull, blood splattering. he could've died in so many ways, in so many times. yet, now, when all he could've done is let teresa do the right thing, he can't stop it. 

  "thomas! please! please, i can't do this without you! i'm sorry!"

  he looks over at her, eyes meeting hers, watching as the blue fades into a clouded gray. his mouth barely moves, the sounds of his voice quiet and only audible as she moves in closer, "me too... i only ever cared for..."

  his lips stop moving, time freezes around teresa and all she can do is watch, "thomas, just hang on a little longer! please! you have to hang on just a little longer!"

  she brings her hands up to his face, pushing back the hair that hung down, "thomas, just a little longer, for me." tears build up in her eyes, cascading only after it begins to blur her vision. for a moment, she realizes that that could've been her. teresa could've been the one to have left thomas alive. she could've taken the easier route than being alive without the only person she ever truly loved. 

  teresa's hands pull from him as someone yanks her away from thomas. they pull vigorously, her body numb and unable to fight whoever had the strength to still save her. after everything she did, after everyone decided she was the betrayer. they still pulled her through the rubble and continuous falling of the building around them. when she finally catches a glimpse of who was pulling her, minho, she knew that this was her defining moment.

  minho, the man who hated her since the building, the one who never trusted her, saved her. maybe it was because she attempted to save thomas. maybe it was because he knew that thomas would've done anything to save her if he had the chance, and that was enough for him. she held back tears and strengthened herself enough to make it through the maintenance door with them.

  on the other side is a flat trans, the room empty of any other people. she looks over at minho and quickly follows him towards the flat trans. the echos of flames crackling behind them accompany the thick booming of the building slowly falling and crushing every room with it. any second they could be dead, but all teresa could think of before jumping forward into the icy grey wall is thomas.

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed (or at least at much as you can lol)! @thomesa-week

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[astyrial]

the stars shine brightest spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: spencer helps you after getting kidnapped word count: 770 warnings: cuts/blood masterlist | requests are open

    a solar blanket lays atop your shoulders, stars illuminating the sky. a pair of slippers are the only thing between your feet and the wet concrete street. you sit in the back of an ambulance, staring out at the sky above, one you questioned if you'd ever see it again. the ambulance's lights blare wildly; red and blue colors dancing around the street. your elbows rest against your knees, lungs taking in deep breaths.

  every breath sends a rush of pain through your torso, a shallow cut just above the rib cage. another cut above your eyebrow leaves encrusted blood running down your face. the situation doesn't stop you from admiring the stars, though. from the trees slowly swaying to the clouds parting just enough so you can see the beautiful full moon. the only other lights in the secluded forest can't even begin to compare to the natural lighting above.

  you close your eyes for a second, a dull headache encapsulating your forehead. as you sit there, you come to a sense of peace, despite knowing that today could've been your last. the lights in the mineshaft below the road still remaining in the forefront of your memory. the way a couple hanging glow sticks swung with the draft, barely giving you enough light to see your-

  "y/n? i just got a chance to step away, are you okay?"

  eyes slightly dull, you look up the familiar voice. spencer has a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he finally meets your eyes. his gaze instantly softening when you notice the sour look crossing your face. "do you want me to sit with you?"

  "yeah, that'd be great," the coarseness of your voice only letting you speak those words. 

  spencer sits down next to you, hands resting on his knees. you can tell a part of him wants to reach out to you, wrap his arm around you. however, he can tell by the way your body stays huddled together that maybe that isn't what you need right now. maybe you just need him by you, to just listen to someone talk.

  he sits for a second, unsure of what to say. sure he's talked to unsub victims before, hell he's been an unsub victim multiple times. watching you, though, makes him unsure of how he ever consoled someone. especially because he imagines himself knowing you so well. to know the way you laugh, how you cry, how you treat others. he knows the smile on your face like it's the back of his hand. 

  but in a situation like this? he's vulnerable to hurting you in ways he could never consider. with a simple word he could send you crying, because of him. "we were all worried about you, i- well, i was worried about you mostly," spencer looks over at you, watching as you continue to stare up at the stars.

  you watch as the stars glisten, only turning your head to look at him when you hear how he felt. despite none of it being your fault, a twinge of guilt stings your wounds. to hear the worry in his voice as if he's experiencing it all over again sends a twitching frown to your lips, "i'm.. sorry."

  "you shouldn't be apologizing, y/n, it was never your fault," spencer's hand raises a little, moving towards you like he wants to cup your face between his hands, stare deeply into your eyes and tell you everything will alright.

  "y/n, none of this could ever be your fault," he brings his hands back down to his lap, playing with his thumbs.

  you bite your lip, turning to look back at the illuminating night sky. "can we... just sit here?" you question, your breathing just barely sending a pain through your right side.

  spencer nods, joining you in gazing up at the sky, the tenseness in his forehead slowly soothing itself out. it's beautiful, he knows, but there's a way your eyes shine like they never have as you stare out at the stars. like they're the most precious thing you've ever seen. if he could feel the pain you felt in only seeing those luminescent lights and wondering if they would be the last lights you would ever see, maybe he'd understand.

  but for now, he lets you lean on him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. truthfully, it's all he knows what to do in this situation. maybe that's just enough for one evening, just to have someone who you could lean on.

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[astyrial]

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[astyrial]

[astyrial]

a diner non-date osamu miya x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you go to a new restaurant together word count: 1.2k warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    "we have to try the place, oh so great cooking connoisseur," you lean up against osamu, bringing the back of your hand to your forehead. 

  he lets out a sigh, shoulders dropping as he hears yet another attempt to get him to a new western-style restaurant. from the taco bar to an insane dish called 'meatloaf', he's seen it all. making him slightly worried to try a cheeseburger with more items stacked on it then one hand can count (especially when mcdonald's is one of his only references). 

  you raise your eyebrows, a small smile lining your lips. "last time i ask... unless you absolutely love it," you wrap your arm around his, eyes meeting his. 

  when your gaze meets his cold steel blue eyes, it's hard for him to say no. especially when he can feel you next to him, inches separating your noses, "fine, just this last time. if it absolutely sucks, i'm never trying another thing," osamu looks ahead at the concrete road, unable to look at you so close.

  "thank you! from what some of the upperclassman say, the place is delicious," you play with the strap of your backpack, "plus i've already started directing us to the place instead of our usual study place..."

  osamu's eyes widen, peeking over at you to see your suspicious smile. he should've known you'd do something like that. he also should've known that walking with you, arms intertwined, makes him unaware of his surroundings. a train could fall out of the sky behind you and the only thing he could focus on is the sun beaming down onto your irises.

  you lead him down a couple more blocks until you can spot the sign 'flame flair'. the shop has a little burger sketch next to the kanji, drops of ketchup flying from it. the overall aesthetic of the place feels like an american diner in the fifties. checkered flooring, skates on the waiters, aprons fitted to their waists with a poodle design on the corner. 

  "this is all so ridicu-" osamu turns to look at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

  when he looks at you, your eyes are twinkling like a nineties anime episode. something about the intrigue of the place, the interesting smells that hit your nose as soon as you enter the door. watching you care about something so delicately as he cares for his own dishes makes him stop in his tracks, "is it as you imagined it?"

  "even more so, i mean just look at this place, this is great," you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, pulling him towards a booth seat. 

  osamu sits across from you, grabbing one of the menus from a little holder. all of the food appear greasy and all too deep fried. he always appreciated a good set of tempura, but the selection seems more than he's ever seen. especially something called a waffle burger... 

  "i'm absolutely getting a cheeseburger! maybe we could split some fries, 'samu. oooh and a milkshake! like in the movies, you know?" 

  share a milkshake?? osamu's heart beats quicker as his breath catches. he would absolutely die to share a milkshake with you, even if it's the last thing he did. "we uh, yeah we should. that would be so much uh fun. i might just try a hamburger," osamu looks away from you, hoping not to catch your eye as his face heats up.

  you nod in agreement, an almost annoying smile on your lips. it's beautiful, cheeky beyond a doubt, and nearly able to knock osamu on his feet if he weren't sitting. he'd probably finally get the confidence to say something until a waiter came over, an older lady with a little name tag.

  "hello and welcome to the flame flair, what can i get you lovely couple?" she asks, holding a small notepad and pen. 

  the two of you look at each other, eyes wide in surprise. it wasn't the first time the two of you had been called a couple. the first time having been at a bookstore that you dragged him to, another patron loving how your 'boyfriend' was taking you on a book date. the second time when you were cheering him on at a volleyball game against karasuno (the nekoma guy a little too observant). 

  this time, though, felt a little different. the way you immediately smile to yourself, nodding your head, "amazing, we just had to try this place out!"

  "well hopefully you enjoy the food, can i start you off with any drinks?" 

  "maybe some waters?" you look over at osamu, raising your eyebrows.

  "yeah water works for me, that would be great," osamu nods, looking up at the waiter, a slight dusting of blush covering his cheeks.

  you had just went along with the idea of dating osamu. to a complete stranger, you made her think that the two of you were dating. osamu can't help but think about whether or not you'd actually go out with him. would the two of you take dates similar to this one? would you hold hands while walking through the school's courtyard? a good luck kiss before his games?

  "osamu?? you there?"

  "oh yeah, sorry, just thinking about which one would be the best," he looks up at you, a smile crossing his face. 

  you narrow your eyes at him, eyebrows furrowing. "you don't have to be weird about the dating thing. i just figured it was easier than explaining everything. not that you would be awful to date or anything..." you trail off, unsure how to get your rant to how you want it to come off as. 

  osamu shrugs, attempting to ignore the 'you wouldn't be awful to date', "yeah, no, i'm seriously not. just trying to decide if pickles would be good on a hamburger patty..." 

  you narrow your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. however, instead of dwelling on whatever you thought osamu was feeling, you looked back down at your menu. his ability to be both entirely truthful and secretive of how he feels in a situation never ceases to amaze you. one second you're flirting and you're staring into each other's eyes. the next you're playing it off and wondering if he feels the same way. 

  especially as you sit across from him, watching as he nervously bites at his hangnails. "so what makes you so worried about this hamburger?" you question, looking back as you see the waiter coming back with your waters. 

  "well last time i tried one, it was from mcdonald's and it honestly wasn't that good. i mean i've had hambāgu, but even as a kid i never enjoyed american-style foods," osamu shrugs, taking in a deep breath as he leans back in the booth. 

  "okay but those tacos were actually delicious, you can't deny that-"

  "okay i really can't, but hamburger just isn't that good. those tacos were like the exception-"

  before either of you can say anymore, a smile on your faces, the waiter comes up to you, waters in hand. she takes your orders and for a second, osamu realizes that his fear was never about trying anything bad. but rather he feared sitting across from you, sharing food and drinks and pretending like every little thing he loves isn't sitting right in front of him. 

  that you can so confidently play with the idea of dating him, that you can offer to share a drink with him without any romantic intentions. ultimately, that scares him, that you'll want to be with him always, but never with him.

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raincheck daniel sousa x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: sousa just can’t keep his priorities straight word count: 966 warnings: bleeding, gunshot wound, scars, slight ooc masterlist | requests are open

    knowing agent sousa as long as you've known him, means knowing when to avoid him. after a rather long day of annoying coworkers and tough paperwork? you avoid drinks with him. you get injured in the line of duty? you slip past him in the ssr building to patch yourself up. being a woman within reserve is hard enough, so having to constantly bring up your injuries only makes it worse. 

  obviously if you're injured enough, you end up at the hospital, but a simple stab wound or a grazing on the upper arm? you find a needle and thread and fix it yourself. over time, you've found yourself arming more scars than you care to share, small ones scattered along your body. for the most part, they're unnoticeable, little lines that could be played off as cat scratches.

  however, one on your bicep left a rather long mark, deep scar tissue surrounding it. you tend to cover it with a blouse or at least jacket, but when you're quickly throwing your jacket off to attempt to apply pressure on sousa's leg, it's the only thing he can see. 

  "what happened?"

  "you got shot, sousa, that's what happened. didn't know you also hit your head on the way down," you push down on the spot, an inadvertent groan leaving his lips, hands running down his face. 

  he shakes his head, "no, you, what happened to your arm?"

  you look down at your bicep, noticing the long and gnarly scar staring back at you. it wasn't like you were insecure of it, or worried of how someone would think it affects you aesthetically. a part of you knows that you will always be pitied within the work you do, you just didn't want it to be any worse, "you got shot and you're worried about some old wound?"

  "when it comes..." he stops for a second, breath wavering as you continue holding it down, "to you, i- i do."

  your breath hitches, gaze flickering between your blood soaked jacket and his eyes. there's a certain air to them that makes your heart beat quicken. especially as the sun shines onto them, a sweet honey color hidden within. he can’t help but stare back at you as he pictures your eyes losing whatever hope and glimmer they still have. 

  "well... agent sousa, maybe focus on yourself this time," you focus your attention solely onto the jacket, ignoring his gaze.

  sousa's hands push against the flooring, helping him sit up, his eyes wide and bewildered, "agent? thought we were moving closer to daniel rather than farther," he leans against an ottoman that he moves to be a little closer behind him.

  "maybe after we get you some help," you look up to meet his eyes, your hands still firmly pressing against the bullet wound.

  despite the bullet grazing his calf, there's still a decent amount of blood soaking your jacket. a short smirk grows along his lips, the adrenaline from the subtle flirting somewhat helping mask the pain. you can't help but hold back a very blatant smile as you look back down at his leg. your gaze returning to the jacket as the seams lose their beige color. 

  "so, we wait until the ambulance and back up gets here and then we grab dinner?" sousa brings a hand forward, wrapping it around the back of your palm, completely ignoring the blood brushing against his fingers.

  you look back up at him, nearly laughing at the idea. not at the idea of going on a date with him, per say, that'd be amazing. but rather that instead of focusing on the thick red liquid soaking your second favorite jacket coming from his leg, he's asking you out on a date. him and the warm scent of firewood stemming from his cologne. "what? grab dinner? you're slowly losing blood, you need to think of your current priorities."

  "you're my current priority, y/n. we could've died, so many times, so i'm not wasting anymore time," sousa keeps his lips into a slight frown, his eyes losing his shine.

  you look at your scar and back at him, knowing he's fully right. the two of you played around your feelings so much that it never seemed like the time. you could've died many a times, but you always imagined yourself living a long and healthy life. however, as blood dries on your hands, caking under your nails, you can't help but understand where he's coming from.

  sirens sound throughout the building, the ambulance and reserve vehicles coming close. you take in a deep breath, "raincheck, okay? tonight we're fixing up your leg and you're relaxing."

  "tomorrow?"

  "you're probably still going to be struggling tomorrow- i don't know if that would be a very-"

  he leans forward, not even a small grunt from moving can stop him from moving his hands up to your face. his thumbs running along your cheekbones as your lips tenderly collide with his. they're soft, tasting like fresh lip balm and his cologne. one of his hands moves to the back of your neck as you feel his thumb touch your earlobe. 

  heat rises to your face, fingers clenching against his leg, a guttural sound of pain escapes his throat. you lean back, eyebrows furrowing, "daniel, oh wow, i'm so sorry, are you okay?"

  "i'm amazing, now; my leg could use a check up, though," he watches as your eyes quickly roll, jaw clenching, "but i’m amazing because you’re here.”

  "and they'll be here any second to take you away and fix up your leg. so, you're going to sit back and once everything is done, you're going to cash in that raincheck," your breath wavers, gaze never leaving his. 

  "hopefully it'll be sooner rather than later."

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breathtaking views bradley bradshaw x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: a surfer catches bradley's eye word count: 709 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    large waves roll onto the sands of windansea beach. small crabs bury themselves between the grains as sand dollars find their way onto the beach. a few surfers take advantage of the early morning waves, hoping to ignore the tourists starting to enter the beach. among the crowd emerges a few navy officers who bring along a mean game of football. 

  bradley is the first look out at the surfers, holding the football between his hands, "you guys ever gone surfing?"

  "well, i've taken a lesson or two, mostly because of the instructor..." payback walks up to him, bumping bradley's shoulder with his, a cocky smile stuck on his face. 

  he shakes his head, eyes narrowing as he spots a certain surfer. you stand confidently on your board, knees bent to keep you stabilized on the board. your wetsuit ends right before your knees and the top portion garners short sleeves. beads of water flies through the air as you twist your board not more than twenty-five percent. you gaining some momentum as you push through the wave

  bradley holds back a smile as he watches you jump off of your board, letting the water engulf you. "rooster, you thinking of trying or are we going to get this game going?"

  he raises his eyebrows, looking back at payback, nodding. "yeah, i was just giving you time to back out because you guys don't stand a chance," bradley tosses the football back to payback and walks over to bob and phoenix, eyes taking a small peek in your direction.

  once again, you're paddling up towards a large wave, body nearly propping up to fight it. he spends the whole game distracted and unable to pull his eyes from where you're surfing. phoenix pulls bob and bradley into a huddle, her eyes forced on bradley.

  "i get it, we're on a beach, pretty women. but do you think you could get us one win rooster? considering a few hundred push ups are on the line," phoenix tilts her head. nostrils flaring with her annoyance. 

  bradley sighs, nodding. there's something so intriguing about you, the way you work with the water to achieve run after run. he looks between bob and phoenix and then over at their very capable opponents, "actually, phoenix, you think you could stay on fanboy's side? he's usually eager to get that front runner spot, we could take advantage..."

  luckily for bradley and his wandering eyes, fanboy takes the bait. both him and hangman attempt to rush rooster at the beginning of the play, giving him an opportunity to throw it straight to phoenix. the ball flies through the air until phoenix catches it, leaving her little room between her and the end zone (drawn out with a stick). however, as she's mere steps away, she can see playboy rushing towards her.

  in a moment of adrenaline and excitement, she throws it to bob. he reaches for the ball and nearby drops it before rushing to the end zone and happily throwing the ball to the ground. 

  "touchdown!" rooster shouts out, pushing past his opponents to grab bob, hoisting him into the air. 

  the three of them hand off high fives, congratulating bob on his first beach touchdown. just as he bradley finally gets his heart to slow down a little, he spots you exiting the water with your board under your right arm. you bring your other hand over and holds the top of the board, water dripping from your arms and board. 

  when you look up from the sand below you, you meet bradley's gaze. he has a small smile lining his lips, almost hidden by his mustache. you send one back in his direction, unable to keep your eyes away from his. bradley turns back to his teammates, mind still straying back to you. he wants to walk over to you, strike up a conversation, but when he looks back, you're nearly gone.

  down by a shop, your board is resting against a wooden stand. you standing in a line with a drawstring bag on your back. for a second, he wonders if he should still take a chance, ask for your number. however, hangman is already nagging him to continue the game.

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breathtaking views bradley bradshaw x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: a surfer catches bradley's eye word count: 709 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    large waves roll onto the sands of windansea beach. small crabs bury themselves between the grains as sand dollars find their way onto the beach. a few surfers take advantage of the early morning waves, hoping to ignore the tourists starting to enter the beach. among the crowd emerges a few navy officers who bring along a mean game of football. 

  bradley is the first look out at the surfers, holding the football between his hands, "you guys ever gone surfing?"

  "well, i've taken a lesson or two, mostly because of the instructor..." payback walks up to him, bumping bradley's shoulder with his, a cocky smile stuck on his face. 

  he shakes his head, eyes narrowing as he spots a certain surfer. you stand confidently on your board, knees bent to keep you stabilized on the board. your wetsuit ends right before your knees and the top portion garners short sleeves. beads of water flies through the air as you twist your board not more than twenty-five percent. you gaining some momentum as you push through the wave

  bradley holds back a smile as he watches you jump off of your board, letting the water engulf you. "rooster, you thinking of trying or are we going to get this game going?"

  he raises his eyebrows, looking back at payback, nodding. "yeah, i was just giving you time to back out because you guys don't stand a chance," bradley tosses the football back to payback and walks over to bob and phoenix, eyes taking a small peek in your direction.

  once again, you're paddling up towards a large wave, body nearly propping up to fight it. he spends the whole game distracted and unable to pull his eyes from where you're surfing. phoenix pulls bob and bradley into a huddle, her eyes forced on bradley.

  "i get it, we're on a beach, pretty women. but do you think you could get us one win rooster? considering a few hundred push ups are on the line," phoenix tilts her head. nostrils flaring with her annoyance. 

  bradley sighs, nodding. there's something so intriguing about you, the way you work with the water to achieve run after run. he looks between bob and phoenix and then over at their very capable opponents, "actually, phoenix, you think you could stay on fanboy's side? he's usually eager to get that front runner spot, we could take advantage..."

  luckily for bradley and his wandering eyes, fanboy takes the bait. both him and hangman attempt to rush rooster at the beginning of the play, giving him an opportunity to throw it straight to phoenix. the ball flies through the air until phoenix catches it, leaving her little room between her and the end zone (drawn out with a stick). however, as she's mere steps away, she can see playboy rushing towards her.

  in a moment of adrenaline and excitement, she throws it to bob. he reaches for the ball and nearby drops it before rushing to the end zone and happily throwing the ball to the ground. 

  "touchdown!" rooster shouts out, pushing past his opponents to grab bob, hoisting him into the air. 

  the three of them hand off high fives, congratulating bob on his first beach touchdown. just as he bradley finally gets his heart to slow down a little, he spots you exiting the water with your board under your right arm. you bring your other hand over and holds the top of the board, water dripping from your arms and board. 

  when you look up from the sand below you, you meet bradley's gaze. he has a small smile lining his lips, almost hidden by his mustache. you send one back in his direction, unable to keep your eyes away from his. bradley turns back to his teammates, mind still straying back to you. he wants to walk over to you, strike up a conversation, but when he looks back, you're nearly gone.

  down by a shop, your board is resting against a wooden stand. you standing in a line with a drawstring bag on your back. for a second, he wonders if he should still take a chance, ask for your number. however, hangman is already nagging him to continue the game.

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the history teacher atsumu miya x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: it's hard having the hot history teacher right next door word count: 1.1k warnings: atsumu is so flirtatious omg masterlist | requests are open

   a bell rings throughout the high school as students shuffle to get all of their items together. as your gaze finds the clock, you realize it's lunch time for most of the junior students. you take in a deep sigh and clasp your hands together in front of you, "don't forget, chapter five and six tonight, make sure to finish the questions. and there are some on the back!"

  you watch as all of your students file out of the room, one of them staying behind. mae, your brightest and most promising student, walks over to you, book in her hand. she always liked staying behind, talking about how you're her favorite teacher. she purses his lips and sighs before finally telling you what plagues her mind. 

  "i need some advice... about guys,” she brings her focus onto you, figuring that no one could overhear her.

  "mmh okay, well i am by far the best person in that department, but what's on your mind?" your eyebrows raise for a second, a calming smile on your lips. 

  mae takes in a deep breath, eyes flickering between you and the door, "someone has been leaving notes in my locker, anonymous ones. they feature poems but i don't know who it is. i just wish i did so i could talk to him."

  "i'm sorry mae, maybe you just have to give it a little more time. if he really likes you, he'll let you know it's him. either through little things that remind you of him or a written confession. i'm sure it'll be fine," you lean against your desk, your own gaze finding the door when you see the figure of your coworker.

  he leans up against the door, right eyebrow raised. his shoulders are wide, a polo shirt just slightly unbuttoned. you look back at your student, finger pointing towards the clock, "you should probably get to lunch, wouldn't want you missing out because of a secret admirer."

  mae nods, scratching the back of her neck before turning around to leave. with a couple of books in hand, it takes her a minute to look up and notice your coworker standing there, she looks back at you, a cheeky smile on her lips. you shrug your shoulders until she leaves, watching as she gives a short goodbye to the school's most interesting history teacher.

  he takes a few steps into the room, shirt ever so slightly small around his biceps. you look over at your computer, eyes trying to hide from his. however, there's something so intriguing about him that you can't help but meet his gaze. him, the history teacher, the one who is in a room next to yours, the one who always finds a way to see you. 

  "ms. l/n... i overheard you aren't a pro when it comes to romance. considering how beautiful you are, i'm very surprised," he reaches his hand out and taps one of the student's desks, gaze not breaking yours.

  you nod, shrugging your shoulders, truly watching him sway into your classroom nearly takes your breath away. the way he can just walk so effortlessly to you, "well mr. miya-"

  "you know you can call me atsumu, i've always told you that," a few pieces of rich brown hair falls down, one hand moving to push it back into place. 

  "i wouldn't think that to be very professional, especially if you call me ms. l/n all the time. besides, i think that miya is a great name," your hands becoming clammy as they push against your desk, heartbeat quickening as he takes a few more steps in your direction. 

  he lets out a hearty laugh but doesn't stop his runway walk towards you. the leather belt he's sporting keeps the shirt tight enough against his stomach that you can almost see his abs. despite you knowing that starting anything with a coworker is an awful idea, you can't help but wonder if anything could happen between the two of you. 

  "well, y/n... how does that sound? you call me atsumu and i call you y/n. and by the way, i love how your breath hitches whenever i say your name," atsumu finally makes it to your desk, resting a hand on your desk, body a mere foot away from you. 

  you bite your top lip while looking away from him, shaking your head slightly. of course your breath hitches as he comes ever so close to you. he's been this way ever since you met him and he's right. you do like him, especially as he tilts his head in such a cocky manner. "i don't know what you're talking about... atsumu."

  a smile stretches across his face at his name coming from your mouth. atsumu then leans a little closer to you, breath just barely brushing across your skin. "right... well, y/n, how would you feel about dinner, saturday? because i know an amazing chef," he brings his free hand to rest on his hip, most likely flexing his arm a little.

  "dinner? mmh you may have to let me think about it," you turn back to look at him, his face inches away from yours, his golden brown eyes flickering between yours. 

  "it seems that you may already have an answer," atsumu's ears perk up a little and his hand reaches for yours, "either that or i'm completely misinterpreting how you look at me. by the way, my eyes are up here, for future reference."

  heat rises to your cheeks as you bite the inside of your cheek, gaze turning to the floor. you sigh, feeling his hand running over yours. "i have no idea what you're talking about. however, i may have already thought it over and would love to join you for dinner," you finally look back up and can't help but take in a sharp breath. 

  atsumu smiles, leaning back again, nodding. he runs his thumb along the back of your hand before grabbing his phone from his pocket. he holds it out to you, not able to keep his eyes from you, "you want to add your number in here?"

  "alright, atsumu, if you insist."

  you begin to type your number into his phone, removing your hand from his. however, neither of you notice it when your student mae has returned to to grab one of her other books, that same knowing smile on her face. she may not be able to recognize the romance within her own life, but she can definitely see how you see the history teacher from next door.

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love and lockets tasm!peter parker x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: a gift for his valentine word count: 434 warnings: kissing masterlist | requests are open

    you rest your head on peter's stomach, scrolling through instagram at the valentine's posts. the collection of pink and red flowers flood the screen as you feel his chest rise and fall. you never thought of valentine's day as this really important day within your relationships, let alone that your partner needed to get you something.

  so you lay there with peter, liking gwen's posts and hoping flash isn't shirtless on his many selfies. peter hums along to 'work song' by hozier as it plays through your shared earbuds. for a second, it's easy for the two of you to forget everything. rhino, electro, him likely having a thick cut along his shin. 

  you turn off your phone and set it down, gaze meeting peter's. his eyes are a soft brown, a slight green tint within. they move fanatically between your two eyes; peter seemingly trying to read your mind. "what's up?" 

  "i love you, you know that?"

  "i love you too babe, what's going on in that big brain of yours?"

  you shrug, playing with your thumbs, gaze finding its way to the ceiling. the popcorn spackling becomes ever so intriguing as you wonder why you were acting weird. it wasn't like the day was very important, or that you really wanted anything. you just felt a little off.

  "just thinking about you, how much i love you," you look back at him, feeling his hand reaching out and intertwining his fingers with yours. 

  peter takes his free hand and grabs something, a little box in red with hearts drawn on it. he holds it over you and tries to keep his eyes from meeting yours, unsure of how you'd act. "i know we said no gifts were necessary, but i wanted you to have something. especially because we're nearly two years in now."

  a small smile lines your lips as you let go of his hand and grab the box, fingers grasping at the lid. once you open it, you can see a small locket on the inside. it's a shiny metal with a long chain. you sit up and look over at peter, unable to hide a large smile on your face, holding it between your thumb and index finger.

  when you open the locket, there's a photo of you and peter at school. you look back at him and drop your shoulders, "this is amazing pete, thank you."

  "yeah, then we'd always be together, even when we're separated in bio," peter leans over to you, placing a soft kiss on your lips, thumb running along your cheekbone.

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a history worthy of secrets osamu miya x gn!reader (slight fluff) synopsis: detective x robin hood  word count: 1.3k warnings: guns, thievery masterlist | requests are open

   your foot nudges an already cracked door, heart beating in your ears. every light in the house is out, the real estate agent liking turning them off from her last showing. you hold out your 9mm, finger lightly running along the trigger. you've held the weapon more than enough times for it to feel familiar, but on this very evening, it feels so foreign. 

  the way the heavy metal sits between your palms leaves a bitter and cold sensation. spots of nervous sweat pool against the piston's grip. your breath hitches momentarily as you peer into the living room. your grip tightens against the weapon until you see that no one is inhabiting the room.

  instead, the room is as if it were never touched. the lampshade without a speck of dirt or disruptions. the couch cushions are still full of fluff and vigor, probably still smelling of a furniture store. your gaze immediately move to the kitchen, hands still up, finger still resting against the trigger.

  your shoes move slowly through the carpeted living room, little creaks following swiftly afterwards. the rooms remain dark after the last showing of the day, your eyes still attempting to fully adjust to the lack of light. even with the corners of the room dark and shadowed, it's easy to tell that the room is devoid of anyone. you lick your top lip, a soft sigh leaving your lips, gun lowering.

  "shit-"

  you turn around immediately, holding the gun up again, eyes searching anything in your vicinity. once you stand there for a second, you start walking towards the living room. right by the door sits the stairs to the second floor, the only other part of the building the person could be in. 

  goosebumps raise along your arms, your fingers feeling more sensitive against the grip of the gun. the stairs creak ever so slightly, heart beating quicker with every step. you reach the top of the stairs and stand with your back at the corner. with a couple deep, gentle breaths, you hold out your gun, stepping into the upstairs hallway. 

  everything appears settled, calm. however, very quietly, you can hear someone moving something around in a nearby room. you take a few steps towards the nearby room, finger barely pulling on the trigger. 

  "hyōgo police department, drop what you're holding and raise your hands!" despite your heartbeat throbbing in your throat, the sentence comes out as clear and confident. 

  the figure instantly drops bags of money from their hands, bills falling from the bags as it collides with the floor. their broad shoulders raise ever so slightly, the air tense and thick. you swallow down whatever anxiety runs through your veins, "turn around and raise your hands!"

  what you didn't expect to see was a sly fox that you knew so long ago. osamu miya, turns around, a satchel-like bag sitting on his hip. it's open, filled with what you would expect to be more money. the last time you had seen him was nearly a decade ago, the two of you breaking up and going your separate ways.

  you never would've seen the volleyball player/cook as a thief. his soft hands, the way he would laugh so openly with you, it never seemed like he could lead this way in life. "get on your knees and put your hands behind your head," your voice is a little more quiet, unsure of itself.

  when his eyes meet yours, you can tell that there's a sense of recognition in his. he knows it's you, he'll always know it's you. "y/n- what, you're a cop now?"

  "detective, i'm a detective now. so what, you're a thief now? always thought you would've been a chef," you stand there waiting until he brings his hands up to his head, his eyes not straying from yours. 

  he scoffs, shaking his head, "i should've known, you've always been a stickler for rules. and, i am a chef, and i will continue to be a chef if you let me out of this window right now. with the money i have in my pack."

  your eyes immediately narrow, let him go? never in your time with the department had you knowingly let a criminal go from a crime scene. even if he is someone you knew from your childhood, even if you fell in love with that certain someone. even when his brown eyes stay stuck on yours. 

  "let you go? you know i can't do that..."

  "who do you think is the person donating all that money? some billionaire?"

  "oh, so i'm just supposed to believe some guy i knew in school?"

  "some guy? you wound me, y/n," his eyes roll, gaze returning back to yours, "you don't believe me? fine, i can tell you that the first donation came inside a- a green linen bag. a small rope used to tie it closed? ring any bells?"

  your eyebrows furrow as osamu kneels behind the end of the barrel of your gun. despite his serious lack of respect for authority, you can tell that he respects you. he always has respected you. "how do you- you're joking," you cock your head to the side, a frown lining your lips.

  "you know me to be much of a joker? actually don't answer that, trust me. this money is going to who needs it, you need to let me leave with it."

  a lump forms in your throat. on one hand, you want to see where he may go with this, who he could help. yet you can see a sort of glint in his eye that seems to follow any criminal you come across. he enjoys the thrill of it all and that could send him out this house with the money and never return. 

  osamu bites his lip, breathing heavily. he looks up at you with doe-like eyes until finally saying what he thinks may change your mind, "i'll leave two bags here, there's supposed to be two million yen in each of these bags, view it as a sign of good faith. then watch, the food bank next to inarizaki high will gain a substantial gift."

  "how am i meant to trust you, osamu?"

  "by knowing that the agent is committing fraud, i'm just sharing the wealth, y/n. i will even contact you tomorrow, i promise, i'll explain everything," osamu's eyes frequently twitch as he tries to follow yours, his lips straight. 

  you lower the gun until it's pointed at the floor, your brain thinking of every possibility in which this could screw you over. however, a part of you knows that despite your differences, he wouldn't screw you over. he knew how hard it was to gain your trust and how quickly it could crumble.

  "okay... leave before i change my mind-"

  "y/n! you up there?" your partner's voice echoes through the building, your eyes widening as you look at osamu and back at the bedroom door. 

  when you look back, the window is open, osamu halfway through it already. he has a few bags in one gloved-hand while the other is holding the window. his gaze meets yours as he looks over at you, a smile on his face. if you had known any better, you would know that a smile like his could stop you from anything. 

  you bite your lip and walk backwards towards the door, watching as he mouths a quick 'thank you'. "dai! i'm up here, nothing but a few bags of money were left behind," at the bottom of the stairs stands your partner, gun lowering as he spots you coming around the corner.

  "well let's call forensics out here and see if they can get anything," he shoves his 9mm into his holster and grabs his radio to call a squad car out.

  when you look back at the room, the bags sit in solitude. the window is shut and it appears as though nothing is disturbed in osamu's actions. you take in a deep breath and hope that wherever osamu was running to wouldn't leave you in the dust.

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[astyrial]

a dark roast darling bucky barnes x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: your favorite customer brings a friend to your coffee shop word count: 1k warnings: none, i’m a little obsessed masterlist | requests are open

    a bright spring sun shines through the small coffee shop's windows. the little mural bringing in an array of vibrant colors and designs, bringing in the most unique customers. usually writers or artists will bring their supplies and relax under the warmth of the shop. however, there's one recurring customer who doesn't quite fit your usual clientele. 

  he'll walk in, leather jacket on and black gloves covering his hands. every time, he'd order a black coffee and question which baked good was your current favorite. the name he would have you write down is james, a rather common name for such an interesting man. james usually came in the earlier morning when the shop would be relatively empty. 

  except one time, an unusual event in which he brings a friend. his friend sporting a bomber jacket immediately greets you with a large smile on his face, "your shop is wonderful, my friend, bucky, here couldn't stop talking about it."

  you take a peek over at james upon the new nickname, watching as a scowl grows on his face. his blue eyes carry a certain sharpness that only enhances as his friend talks you up. "thank you- i've worked hard to get it where it is now. i'm happy that, um, bucky enjoys it here. i do enjoy deciding my favorite pastry of the day," you give james a quick yet succinct wink. 

  through your peripheral vision, he's glancing in your direction and holding a nearly invisible smile on his face. "so, what would you guys like today? coffee? recently, some people talked us into making tea as well," you lean against the counter, hands pushing against the surface.

  "just an iced coffee for me, some cream in it. if you wouldn't mind, beautiful," james' friend then hits his shoulder with the back of his hand, raising his eyebrows. 

  james nods and rests his hands on his hips, a certain strain of confidence overtaking him. the sun shines in through the windows and leaves a beautiful array of greens and oranges across his figure. you bite the inside of your cheek and look down at the cash register, unable to meet your favorite customer's eyes again. 

  "didn't peg you as an iced coffee fan, sam. black coffee... and uh what would you recommend for today?" james glares at his friend out of your view, embarrassed by his brazen behavior. 

  "well, buck, i definitely did peg you as a black coffee fan," 'sam' crosses his arms in front of his chest, pursing his lips. 

  as the two bicker slightly, you look over at the baked goods spread. from the croissants to the beautifully glazed donuts, you can't help but wonder which one he hasn't tried. on the very left sits a banana nut bread. it's not the most popular at your store by any means, but when someone likes it, they love it. 

  you finally look up at james as sam raises his hands in defense of something he said. james takes a look back at you and mouths a quick apology. his shoulders somewhat lowered in a clear expression of slight annoyance. not of you, of course, of his friend who can't help but antagonize james in everything he does. 

  "you should try the banana nut bread," you take a couple steps to the display and hover your hand over where the bread sits. 

  james nods and starts to pull out his wallet, "thanks, i appreciate the assistance, da- y/n." 

  "anything for you, uh bucky, odd nickname by the way. would ask you about that but i worry it may be a tumultuous name..." you take a glance at sam, grabbing the cash out of james' hand, feeling the extra thickness. 

  despite the add on of sam's coffee, it feels awfully thick for a thursday. you raise an eyebrow at him and begin sorting through the stack of ones. at the very end is an extra dollar for his black coffee that you always ensure him is not necessary. "what day is it james?"

  "james?"

  "thursday, however, i've brought an annoyance into your shop and i thought it was only fair," he rests one hand on the counter, trying to ignore sam's constant wondering about the name james. 

  you grab one of the dollar bills between your index and middle finger and reach it out to him. he nods, just barely biting his lip as he grabs it out of your hand, fingers brushing against each other. a string of electricity shocks you and sends your heart beating a little quicker. 

  "she calls you james? wow-" sam begins, bringing james out of the moment. 

  "sam, how about you wait outside and i'll come join you in a moment. then we can talk about this dilemma that you're so passionate about," he raises his eyebrows, demeanor slightly changing as he turns away from you, leaving you to begin on their drinks. 

  luckily both drinks are fairly easy to complete. meaning it doesn't take long for you to turn back around to find james standing there with an apologetic look. he purses his lips and opens his mouth without saying anything, like he doesn't quite know what to say. 

  "james, you don't have to explain anything. i actually have a friend who is very similar to mr. sam out there," you set down the black coffee and then the iced coffee, grabbing the banana bread to start cutting a piece from. 

  "but he still could've conducted this much better, i really am sorry, darling."

  darling... for a moment, you had nearly forgotten about the endearing term he always calls you. heat rises to your cheeks as you pack up the bread to give it to him. when you finally do look up from the ever so intriguing bread, his gaze can't seem to find their way out of your eyes. you look away for a second, only to look back at him with a drunken smile. 

  he grabs the items and thanks you, taking a step away before turning back around and sighing, "actually, would you mind going out tomorrow night? dinner?"

  "i thought you'd never ask, i close up at six," chills run down your back until it reaches your calves. 

  "great, once again, sorry for sam's behavior. he definitely won't be joining tomorrow night, darling," james winks and turns back around, exiting the shop to join his overzealous friend on their journey.

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