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[pellucid-constellations]

A Million Reasons - Three

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.

Warnings: Awful men, discussion of family issues, tensionnnn

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: Thank you for sticking around and waiting for this one :) I hope you enjoy!!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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Your choked words echoed into the phone receiver, making you cringe as you thought about poor Peter on the other end of the call. You knocked your head back against the headrest of your car seat, bringing your sleeve up to your dampened cheeks. 

“I’m not even that upset, I don’t know why I’m crying.” 

“Hey, you can cry if you want,” Peter comforted. Sounds popped through your speaker as he moved around. “Tell me what happened?” 

You sniffed, adjusting the temperature dial to blast more heat through your car. “Wanda had Natasha set me up on a date.” 

“Okay… Why?” 

“I don’t know! I never know what’s going on in her head,” you lied, unwilling to share the real motive behind Wanda’s antics. “But it doesn’t really matter because the date was terrible and I never want to date anyone ever again.” 

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t say that. Wait, give me a sec—” you heard him call out to someone, rustling papers and loud footsteps filling your ears until, “I’m so sorry, y/n, but I’m next up for Stark’s office hours and if I don’t go in he's gonna kill me.” 

You breathed out a rough sigh. “That’s okay. Go ahead, Pete, I’ll be fine.” 

“You want me to meet you after? I can be quick.” 

“No… No, I have to stay in the greenhouse with Barnes. I’ll be okay in a few minutes, promise.” 

“You sure?” 

Your mouth twisted into a frown, frustration and embarrassment still gnawing at your stomach as time ticked by. You were almost ten minutes late for Bucky’s start time and you had a mountain of work to do; you’d have to suck it up for now and stop reliving the awful coffee date Wanda had insisted on. 

Because she had insisted. Relentlessly. 

She had gone on and on about this being good for you, giving you an in-depth speech about distractions and rebounds as if you hadn’t been single for the past however many months. All it took was one fleeting comment about your weird feelings for Bucky, and she was on a rampage, landing you in some cafe with a man from Natasha’s jiu jitsu class. 

And what an awful man he was, all of his cruel words and uncomfortable touches still making your skin crawl. But you could almost catch Bucky’s figure lingering in front of the greenhouse, right on time as he had been for the last couple of weeks, and you felt bad for wasting his punctuality. 

It wasn’t as if he was ever doing anything after he arrived—other than texting and playing mobile games and poking mercilessly at your plants—but at least he was never late. That was more than you could say for yourself right now. 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you assured Peter, taking a steadying breath and straightening out your hair. “You go meet with Stark, I’ll call you later.” 

The line went dead after a few more parting words and you struggled with the mirror in your sun visor as you attempted to fix the puffiness in your face. Your eyes were still red and dimmed with tears and anyone looking at you for longer than twenty seconds would definitely be able to tell you had been crying. You sighed, gave up on your appearance, and silently prayed that Bucky would have some pressing matters on his phone this evening. 

The outside air felt nice, at least—a tiny reprieve from the awful day you’d had. It was tinged in a floral scent from the surrounding garden and made sweeter by the setting sun; cool against your tear-stained face and light as it whispered reassurances in your ear. 

And then you saw Bucky leaning against the greenhouse and all that comfort turned to lead in your stomach. 

He glanced up from his phone, frustration furrowing his brow, and called out, “About damn time! I get that you’re running this show, but some people have places to be. And I have hours to fill.” 

You chewed the inside of your lip at his tone. Normally, you didn’t let the slight condescending lithe bother you, but today it was pulling at a weak thread. You’d already been berated during your date; you weren’t sure if you could hold up against Bucky’s light taunting. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes glued to your keys as you brushed past him. “I’ll sign off on the full day.” 

He didn’t respond to that, the slight shift in his stance marked only by the soft sounds of his jacket. His phone locked and he shoved it in his pocket as you tugged at the door, but he didn’t say anything else. You were grateful for the small silence. 

You deposited your bag on the floor by your desk and shrugged off your jacket, already over the evening. The air in the greenhouse was especially stagnant today, and there was a pipe that kept creaking although you couldn’t figure out which one. A few of your books tumbled out of your backpack when you dropped it to the ground, effectively breaking your spirit just a little bit more.

And then there was the headache you were sporting, a mixture of crying and cruel words replaying in your mind being the root cause. 

A girl that looks like you must put out, huh?

God, do you ever stop talking about that project?

Like hell I’m paying for this. Want a tip? Try smiling more. 

“Your books are gonna get all soggy if you leave them there.” 

It was easy to forget Bucky was here when you were on the verge of spiraling. 

You let out a long breath through your nose, bending at the knees to pick up your things and set them away from the water damage. You readied yourself at your table, but Bucky simply continued. 

“I could just buy you new books if you needed. Or I could ask one of the professors to just give me some.” 

He was usually less blunt than that.

You ground your teeth together. He sat on the stool in the corner of the room, making it groan and slide into the wall. His heel clicked against the ground as he crossed his leg over his knee—a haughty posture that you could just sense from your peripheral. 

But it didn’t grate at your nerves as it usually did. Today, you were just trying your best not to show how emotionally exhausted you were. 

“No thanks,” you replied, voice small. 

The notebook in front of you was blurring and you were beyond frustrated with yourself. With your back turned to him, Bucky wouldn’t be able to see if you started crying, but you could feel his eyes burning on your skin. If you so much as brushed your hand against your cheek, he would see it. 

His stool creaked, sliding against the floor as he leaned his forearms on his thighs. “What, no comments today? Nothing about my shoes? Maybe my sweater? I tied it around my shoulders just so I could hear you complain about it.” 

Why did his voice sound so gentle? It was making you feel sick. You would’ve preferred his mean tone because at least then you could’ve been angry at something. 

The pit in your stomach grew, and you fought against your tears with a grimace. “You look fine.”

Your eyes were starting to get itchy, pleading with you to blink and let the tears free. You dug the eraser of your pencil into the palm of your hand and pushed yourself further into the table, hoping the movement would’ve distracted Bucky from the weird crack in your voice. It didn’t. 

“Oh I look fine, huh?” he questioned, a lightness that didn’t match his words. He stood. “Well I think you look terrible, if I’m being honest.” 

You knew it was a ploy to rile you up; in your few weeks together, Bucky had never made one comment on your appearance. He always kept his comments to your plants or the silly ringtones on your phone or your department’s low budget. He loved to annoy you, but he never seemed to want to poke fun at you personally. 

So you knew he didn’t mean it, but today, after everything, that didn’t matter.

You sniffed, cringing as a tear made its way down your face. 

His shoes clicked against the ground again. “Hey, look at me.” You definitely didn’t want to look at him. “C’mon, y/n, turn around for a sec.” 

At this point, your charade was up. There were multiple tracks now staining your cheeks, and looking up at the ceiling didn’t seem to be slowing them down. You could try to wipe them away, but he was standing so close again—the scent of him and the warmth at your back making this so much worse. 

So you turned, your embarrassment now your defense. “What, Barnes?” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He looked startled by your tears in a way that didn’t make much sense to you. His brows came together at a sharp point and his head shook as if to undo something. His lips parted, and he took another step forward. 

“Hey, I didn’t mean that, alright? You don’t look—”

You scoffed, but the sound was far from biting. “It’s not about that.” 

“Is it about those Marigolds?” he asked, his words fast and his tone unfamiliar. “Because I really didn’t mean to kill ‘em. If it ruined your project you can blame it on me.” 

You were surprised he even remembered the name of the plant he prodded to death; the guy in the cafe probably couldn’t even do that, and you were supposed to be on a date with him.

���No, it’s… it’s nothing, okay?” you cemented. “Just leave it, I’ll be fine.” 

Bucky didn’t look like he wanted to leave it. Something about you crying was making him very restless, and he didn’t appear to be sitting down anytime soon. 

Instead, he pressed, “Does it have something to do with why you were late?” 

“Why? Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of the week? Make me sign off on extra hours to make up for it?” 

“Y/n,” he stressed. He stepped forward again, leaning his side against your table and getting so close to you that your chest tightened when you looked up at him from your chair. “I’m bein’ serious. What’s up?”

You felt your face crumble, all plans of keeping a strong, annoyed front flying out the broken door. You were supposed to have this conversation with Peter—get all the tears and the mean words out of your system and get on with your day. But Peter was busy, and Bucky was right here with his oddly kind eyes and that stupid sweater tied around his shoulders. 

And then his hand came down on your shoulder—wide and comforting and warm—and you were suddenly speaking more than you wanted to. 

“It’s dumb,” you began, trying to brush off so many tears. “It’s really dumb, it’s just… I went on this date earlier and the guy was a total jerk. He called me boring and ugly and told me I talked about plants too much. Then he skipped out on the bill and took my coffee with him and I just… I know I’m really focused on school, but I hadn’t been on a date in a while so I just thought—” 

“Hey,” Bucky softly called. He crouched down in front of you and you didn’t have the time to be shocked before his hand slid down to rest on your knee. “That’s not dumb. If someone called me boring and ugly and I probably woulda punched them in the face.” 

“But if he was telling the truth…” 

“He wasn’t.” 

You raised your brows, tilting your head to the side and doing your best to look accusing despite your puffy eyes. It almost sounded like he was complimenting you, and that certainly wasn’t the norm in your relationship—whatever that actually was. Prison guard and prisoner? Babysitter and unrelenting toddler? 

It didn’t really matter; Bucky swiped his thumb along your knee in a soothing gesture, and your brain felt fuzzy. 

“You know I kinda like it when you talk about all these plants in here?” he posed, nodding his head toward the back of the greenhouse. “You get real excited. Makes me laugh.” 

“I don’t talk to you about the plants.” 

“No… not exactly. I don’t think you do it on purpose. Sometimes you just start mumbling stuff about symbiosis or whatever and then you go off. I’m pretty sure you write it all down after—I just get the sneak preview.”

 You felt your face heat, pressing a hand to your forehead in an attempt to quell your embarrassment. “Oh god, I am boring.” 

Bucky chuckled, so soft it made you feel warm. “Pretty sure I just said I liked it.” 

Your crying had stopped, the need hide away in your sadness shadowed by your need to catch your breath. Bucky eyes hadn’t strayed from your face as he crouched before you, and you hadn’t stopped trying to find an interesting pattern in your jeans—well, a pattern in the material not covered by one of Bucky’s hands, that was.

He squeezed your thigh when you got too lost in your head again, and you glanced up this time. His cobalt eyes blinked back at you. You felt as if you were drowning in something foreign. 

“Your pants are going to be covered in dirt,” you informed him, the only thing you could get out when he was barely a foot from your face. “I bet your dry cleaner's going to have a fit.” 

“There she is,” he grinned, standing up and dusting his knees off. You hated to admit that your leg felt cold. “Get up, I’m taking you somewhere.” 

You sniffed, trying to clear the remaining blurriness from your eyes. “What? No, I have things I have to get done in here.” 

“Are your plants gonna be gone in the morning?” 

“Well, no. But I have to make sure—” 

“Then let me make you feel better. Just for a little, Daisy. C’mon,” he pleaded, knocking his head back in feigned exasperation.

You held your breath at the nickname, the sound of someone remembering something about you making your heart hurt. Someone that definitely didn’t have to be nice to you or spend the last ten minutes trying to get you to stop crying. Your eyes trailed from him to the notebook still flipped open at your desk, and Bucky was quick to speak again. 

“It won’t be boring,” he promised. 

The sun was setting and you shouldn’t. 

“Fine.”

~~

The crickets sounded off from the foliage surrounding the parking lot, the only sound between the two of you as you stood and tried to school your face into a neutral expression. It was proving difficult; Bucky kept glancing over at you in confusion, and each awkward movement of his hands threatened to send you into a laughing fit. 

“Are you gonna get in the car, or…” 

You bit into your lip, hard, and finally met his eyes. “What is that thing?” 

“What’re you talking about? My car?” he asked, offense clear in the shake of his head. “You gotta be kidding me, right?” 

You shrugged, offering him your own clueless head shake. He scoffed at you, spinning his car keys on his finger and raising his brows in disbelief. This car certainly didn’t look common, and the fact that he was acting so surprised was making your tears feel like a thing of the past. 

“This is a 1950’s Jaguar. Barely driven. Brand new refurbished engine. It’s worth like—” You shot him a look that immediately shut him up. He raised his hands, walking over to the passenger’s side and pulling the door open. “Okay, I’ll keep the price tag under wraps. Just get in, will you?” 

“It’s not going to like… explode, right?” you questioned, eyeing the foreign car. “Seems like this thing is more fit for car shows and less fit for, well, driving.” 

He rolled his eyes, motioning to the open car door yet again. “Hey, don’t diss my car. And I thought we already established that I won’t let you die.” 

“Yeah, on campus maybe.” 

“What was that?” 

You sent him a smile to cover up your mumbled words, sliding onto the seat. “Nothing!” 

“Uh huh,” he jabbed sarcastically, closing the door behind you and jostling the car as he got in. 

The interior was stiff and expensive looking, but the lack of a roof made it feel more inviting somehow. You glanced up at the sky and the emerging stars as Bucky started the engine, tucking your hands under your thighs to combat the chilly air. The radio flipped on for a second, static disrupting the night, but Bucky clicked it off, bringing his arm up around the back of your seat and looking over his shoulder. 

“Where are we going?” 

Bucky threw you a smile, his broad chest on full display as he backed the car out of the parking lot. “Somewhere that’ll make you feel better. It works for me, promise. Do it all the time.” 

“It better not be some country club,” you threatened, the teasing words doing little to calm the deep thud in your chest. 

His smile morphed into a pointed glare, and he turned back around and started driving. 

The car drove nicely, you supposed—not that you had much experience with cars from the 50s. It didn’t go very fast, but there wasn’t exactly a rush when you weren’t even supposed to be out in the first place. It went over potholes smoothly and the brakes didn’t squeak. 

But more than the car, you felt the fresh air as Bucky drove through the town—the way it brushed against your skin and felt cool on the tears dried there. It nipped at the edges of your jacket and left you blinking at the force of it. It made you feel calm and lit you up at the same time. 

“You too cold?” Bucky called over the engine as he stopped at a light. 

“No,” you almost laughed. You weren't sure why you wanted to laugh. 

The side of his mouth turned up in response, and you were left wondering if he felt this strange exhilaration as well. You looked away from him to get a view of the street, poking your head around as if you weren’t still by campus and you hadn’t seen this road a thousand times. But it felt different with no windows and low doors; it felt different being in a car with Bucky Barnes. 

A honk startled you away from your gaze at a storefront. You whipped your head around to find a green light and Bucky only just taking his foot off the brake, a jesting reprimand on the tip of your tongue. 

“You are going to get us killed if you don’t watch the road.” 

He tilted his head to the side, the wind whipping through his hair—carefree and featherlight. “Sorry,” he chimed, but he didn’t look sorry in the slightest. 

Bucky took you to the coastline and up its many side streets. He stuck his tiny car in between narrow roads and let the sky get its darkest shade with no apologies for the dim streetlights. You were distracted for the longest time by the novelty of the bracing wind and the clear view of the scene; it was charming and enticing and every other word you couldn’t think of as restless seagulls flew up from the road. 

But after another circle in a neighborhood he didn’t live in, you were getting suspicious. “We’re not actually going anywhere, are we?” 

“I told you we were going somewhere to make you feel better,” he replied, slowing the car to a pace that allowed his words to be heard. “Doesn’t have to be one place.” 

You blinked, sliding your palms down your thighs and keeping your gaze on the side of his face. He looked bright, especially with the moon still fresh on the horizon and pale white. He looked happy. Driving did make him feel better, and even though it was in an incredibly expensive car—and even though that sweater was still tied around his shoulders—you felt better here as well. 

And you were grateful for Bucky Barnes, you realized; your chest felt light and you were grateful for the man that forced you out of that grim greenhouse and drove you around New Haven, Connecticut as if it were Rome. 

Maybe you were more than grateful, because Bucky was consistently making you feel annoyed and angry and short-tempered, but he was also making you feel a myriad of things you had never experienced before. 

But also, maybe a label wasn’t necessary—wasn’t feasible. 

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky sent you a casual glance as he pulled closer to campus. “Don’t gotta answer, I was just thinking about something.” 

“Sure,” you shrugged, holding the seat belt at your neck. 

He shifted the car into park, letting the motor run in the now empty parking lot. “Why were you so bothered by that guy? You’re not really the type of girl to humor crap like that. Not like you’re ugly either—that part’s obvious.” 

Your lips parted, blinking back at him as he started with a sincere expression. Did he just… compliment you? A full-on compliment? “Uh, I—” 

“Not that you were being dramatic or anything, guy sounded like a dick. But c’mon, y/n, you had to know he was lying.” 

“Well, I guess I just figured—”

Bucky cut you off again, clicking his seatbelt away and throwing a hand in the air. “Can’t believe he didn’t pay and he took your coffee with him. You shouldn’t waste your tears on assholes like that. I know I’m an asshole, but god, to think you were sad about a guy that—” 

“Barnes,” you pressed, catching his rant as he slapped his hand on the bench seat next to yours. “It wasn’t just about… him.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You sighed, weighing your next words carefully. There was always a chance that spilling the truth to Bucky Barnes in his million dollar car would lead to a lifetime of embarrassment and the memory of his taunting laugh, and after the day you’d had, you were sure it’d make you cry again. You had a hard time believing that he would be able to relate to the real reason you had been so upset earlier; he would probably find it trivial, if anything. 

But he had tried so hard to make you stop crying earlier—coaxing the truth from your tear coated lips and driving you around until the wind wiped away the damp evidence. Sure, he had been a jerk to start, but the comments he was making had you questioning if that was all part of his weird plan as well: get you pissed off, and then get you to insult him. 

And it had worked, to an extent. 

“It was the boring thing. And the plants,” you admitted, avoiding his eyes. “My family never really…cared about the things I was interested in—my dreams, I guess. I grew up the oldest of a lot of siblings and money was always tight. My parents only ever listened to me when I talked about getting a job straight out of high school. Anything else and I was practically talking to a brick wall. “ 

You bit the inside of your cheek for a long, painful moment, and the continued, “When I got a full ride to Yale they were mad at me. I had long since given up on sharing things with them, but I had to tell them I was moving out. It sounds terrible, but I was excited to be something other than a glorified babysitter for once, you know?” 

He didn’t know, obviously, but Bucky still furrowed his brows together and nodded his head when you finally met his gaze. You felt a whisper of his fingers by yours on the seat, so faint you almost missed it, but the fluttering in your chest proved it was real. 

“Anyways,” you sighed. “College was different. People—professors really—were actually listening to me for once and it felt nice. They didn’t make me feel like an idiot for talking about something other than a bank job or a receptionist’s salary. I haven’t talked to my parents in a while, so I guess I just wasn’t used to all those… those words.” 

A silence fell over the car, blanketing you in insecurity as the seconds ticked by and Bucky still hadn’t said anything. You knew he wouldn’t understand the pressure you were under and the feelings that still lingered from the years of the same treatment. He probably had people begging him to go to college; tutors and nannies and friends that all hung onto his every word. 

Embarrassment twisted in your gut. “I told you it was dumb.” 

“Hey,” Bucky chastised, his hand jutting out to cover yours now, fully. “It’s not dumb. I just feel like a dumbass for thinking that you cared about superficial stuff like a jerk stealing your coffee.” 

“I was also upset about the coffee,” you laughed lightly, losing your breath when his fingers squeezed yours. 

“I’ll buy you another one.” 

“You can’t just keep offering to buy me things. Doesn’t work on me.” 

Bucky shrugged, his smile boyish with wisps of his hair curling around his face. “Worth a shot.” He grew a fraction more serious, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “I meant what I said earlier—about your little symbiosis speeches.” 

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as your face heated. “You can stop lying to make me feel better. I’m fine now.” 

“Well, that’s great. Wasn’t lying though.” 

Something in you squeezed, a pang of an indescribable emotion hitting you in full force. It made it hard to breathe for a moment; Bucky looked windswept and charming as he kept his eyes locked on you, and your blood was thumping under your skin. 

You’d felt pieces of this before, but never with such a weight. It was odd and exhilarating at the same time, hopeful and peaceful and neither of those things as well. Because this was Bucky Barnes, and he was holding your hand and looking at you as if you meant… something to him. You weren’t sure what implications that held, but there was a large part of you that simply wanted to bask in that look and pretend it meant nothing other than what you wanted it to.

But you knew you had to look away, because, in the same sense, this was Bucky Barnes. Incredibly rich, possibly engaged Bucky Barnes, and the latter was actually the smallest reason why his gentle gaze couldn’t mean something more. 

“Um, I should leave,” you stuttered, pulling your hand away and curling it into a fist. “Thank you—for the drive. I’ll see you later.” 

Bucky gaped. “Wait, uh, your bag.” 

You followed his finger and snatched up the bag you were definitely about to leave in his car, shouldering the door open and briefly shutting your eyes as you went. It was meant to ground you, but really it just made your heart beat faster. Bucky’s hand was still on the seat when you turned back around. 

“Thanks again.”

Bucky sent you an unsure smile. “Text me when you get home?” 

You nodded, but you’d forget when you got home. You had to forget, because texting him would’ve been a terrible idea. 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #college!bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction

[yjhariani]

No Joke

Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN!Reader

Warnings: Cognitohazard, profanity, mentions of Peanut (SCP-173).

A/N: Well, SCP x CoD? At last? This is based on the idea an anon gave me on my latest ask.

Simon noticed that the whole time, you were only staring at your dinner. Something felt off. You texted him earlier that you were released home early from work and that was not exactly making sense to him.

All Simon knew about your job was that you were military. He knew you were a part of a mobile task force, but for whom he had no idea. Whether it was a company or a government, he had no idea.

Also, your job paid you well. Your wages were way more than his.

Most of the time, Simon was not worried. He knew you were tough and could take care of yourself. However, this time was different. He felt something different.

You were sent home early. Something must have happened. It must be something bad because you were not blinking.

“You alright, love?” Simon asked.

“Yeah,” you answered, not looking up from your plate.

“You haven’t exactly been…,” Simon thought of a fitting word.

“Eating?” you asked.

“Blinking,” Simon clarified.

The mention of that made you look up at Simon and blinked. It was a relief for your eyes. You blinked a few more times, gently pressing the inner corners of your eyes.

“What happened?” Simon asked.

“I… something happened at work and I didn’t realise I brought it home. I’m sorry,” you rambled.

“What stuff?” Simon continued.

Here the two of you were back again. You had not been telling Simon anything work related and he got more and more worried every single time.

In the moment you and Simon were exchanging a glance, you came to a realisation that sooner or later you would have to tell him. The softest the conversation was, the more ideal it would be. This second was not exactly ideal, but it was not as harsh as the previous conversations.

“There’s a containment breach at work and I’m the first person to witness the entity. It took them some time to realise that a certain containment was… breaching and  I had to stand in the toilet, where I saw it, for almost an hour without blinking. I couldn’t even move,” you explained.

Simon raised his eyebrow and scrunched them at the same time. His hand stopped the spoon that was about to get into his mouth.

“Then, they sent people in and three people died within my arms reach in less than a second because we blinked at the wrong time,” you added. “After that, I still have to stare at this thing for the next half an hour while we put it into the container because apparently it’s my job.”

Putting down his utensils, Simon tried to make sense of your description. This was the most you had spoken of your job and he did not exactly understand what exactly your job was.

The choices of words you had were quite interesting. It took him another second to realise what you were talking about.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon said. “You’re working for the bloody Foundation.”

You were not surprised by his guess. In fact, it was a relief that you did not have to be the one to say it out loud.

“Yeah,” you said.

For a moment, Simon only looked at you.

“Are you fucking serious?” Simon questioned. “Bloody fuckin’ hell… this—what the fuck?”

You were the one looking at him confused now.

“I don't know much about the Foundation, but I know enough,” Simon said. “You’re dealing with some shit there, love, way more dangerous than the ones I’m dealing with day to day.”

“To be fair, the day to day is pretty much like every other forces. We do absolutely nothing. I’m dealing with the dangerous stuff only when there’s shit going on,” you explained. “Like this morning. Besides, I’m not usually the expendable soldier, this morning was just an accident.”

Simon pushed his chair back and stood next to your seat. He was not one to usually initiate an affectionate gesture, but this time he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

You pressed your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around his hips.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you any of those,” you said.

“Hey, look at me,” Simon lifted your face up with his hand. “You know what I do for a living and the shit I’m dealing with. If there’s a leak in my job, it won’t be me.”

You exhaled.

“I was so scared and my eyes are so dry, but I can’t bring myself to blink because I’m scared that something would snap my neck if I do,” you piled. 

“Nothing’s here but you and I, love,” Simon promised. “You’re safe.”

You wrapped your arms around him tighter and he responded the same. Eventually, Simon sat down on the chair next to you and pulled you onto his lap. You sat on his thigh, resting your cheek on his head. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Simon asked.

“Because you’ll be worried. Besides, the Foundation’s pretty strict with their assets. Most of the things I know are classified,” you answered. “I don’t want you to be worried.”

“I’ll always be worried. Your job is dangerous. Mine is like a walk in the park compared to yours,” Simon said.

“I’m still worried about you,” you admitted.

“You should be worrying more about yourself,” Simon said. “It’s no joke, anomalies.”

“I’ll always come back to you,” you promised.

“I appreciate that,” Simon said. “Now, you gotta eat your dinner and we’ll get you relaxed afterwards. You’ve had a rough day.”

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost

[parkerpeter24]

totally projecting but would u write a tasm!peter parker x reader where the reader has problems w her family? like not omg toxic family or anything just like, they fight a lot and she feels like she just doesn’t deserve the love they give her and she is just the problem you know?

anyway bye thanks lol

it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me.

anti-hero

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

this is not my best such a bad work because i haven’t written in a hot minute 🥹

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peter was busy last week. very busy. which led you to hanging out alone at school and looking at your phone way less frequently than you did due to the number of texts you exchanged throughout a day. however, it had managed to keep your parents happy since they always talked about focusing on the more important aspects of life rather than looking at your phone all day.

little did they know the most important aspect of your life was in the phone.

when your mobile finally pinged with a notification, you lurched to pick it up from your nightstand, expecting it to be peter, but it was just a random spam message.

“i think i asked you to clean your room before sleeping.” your mother’s voice came and you looked up to find her in the doorway.

shrugging casually, you replied, “sorry. didn’t feel like it.”

your mom sighed before you watched her walk closer to you and hold out her hand, “come on, give that phone to me, you’ve been staring at it again.”

“mom!” you whined.

“i only want what’s the best for you, dear.” there it was again, her revised speech about how you should work towards betterment and leave everything and help her and your dad in the chores of the house, that it would teach you “-you how to deal with real life situations.”

“right.” you handed her your phone, dreading the weekend ahead.

on saturday night, you waited two past midnight for peter to knock at your window but he never came. earlier that day you’d had a small argument with your parents about your future. it happened everytime you brought up how you wanted to be a writer, but they would try to present ‘better job ideas’ which would always end up in doors being slammed loudly, mostly by you.

on monday, you saw peter by his locker. a smile crept up his face as soon as he saw you, but it fell just as soon because you ignored him and walked right past him to get to your class. it wasn’t his fault but you just wanted him to be there for you, saturday night. be there. that’s all he had to do.

the thought that it was so selfish of you added to the guilt that had already piled up inside you. he was probably out there, saving lives of innocent people, and here you were with your baseless reasons and treating him with silence.

however, peter followed you like a lost puppy wherever you went. he followed you to the homeroom, first period, sat beside you like usual. you were still ignoring him and from the corner of your eyes, you could see his eyebrows twist up in confusion, “y/n, honey?” he called out your name and you just hummed in response leading his face to twist further up in concern, “is everything okay?”

“everything’s fine.” you confirmed.

peter didn’t seem convinced.

he followed you as soon as the recess bell rang. he bought your favorite milkshake for you and saved your usual seat. you seemed awfully quiet today and peter only wanted to know why. he placed the milkshake in front of you as soon as you sat down and flashed you one of his charming smiles, “best milkshake, only for the best person i know.” he pointed to you.

you gave him a little smile, feeling nice for a change as you picked the milkshake up and stabbed your straw into the carton.

“you wanna talk about it?” peter asked, watching you as you gulped down a sip of the sweet heaven.

you thought you’d be madder that peter never showed up to your house earlier but his hand rested on top of yours and everything felt a little less stressful.

“how do you know?” you let your hand rest underneath his, his thumb drawing circles over your skin.

“i know you.” he mumbled, “and this is unlike you. and i miss you.”

there was no way this boy could get any cuter. you gave him a small smile, and nodded, “i’ll tell you later.”

the day felt a little better after that. you and peter walked home after school together. november was starting to feel like november finally as the wind blew against your skin. the two of you got to peter’s place. may was at work till evening so the two of you decided to heat up some food she’d left in the fridge. after that was done with, you decided to get on with your homework.

halfway through that, however, the two of you ended up cuddled on the bed, beneath peter’s comforter. the brunette was starting to drift to sleep but your voice woke him up, “peter?” you mumbled against his chest.

“yes, princess?” he asked.

“do you think it’s me?”

he looked down at you, eyes still half lidded because of tiredness, “do i think what’s you?”

“do you also think i’m the problem?”

peter’s eyes weren’t partly lidded now. in fact, he was fully awake, staring at you with confusion and pulling you closer to himself, “what makes you say that?”

“my family probably thinks that.”

his fingers ran through your hair soothingly, trying to keep you calm. peter didn’t have a reply to your last statement because he’d been there. he had wanted to be a better nephew to may and he’d wanted her happy but he felt like all he did was make the poor lady worry about his whereabouts.

“you’re definitely not the problem.” peter mumbled against your hair, “not to me in the least.”

you nodded as a thank you and peter understood, “i didn’t mean to be rude to you. i-i was just so angry at my parents. we had this stupid argument, the same old stuff.”

“i’m sorry.” peter mumbled, listening to you ramble without any complaints, his hand rubbed your back slowly, calming you down and eventually you drifted to sleep.

peter felt proud of himself for helping you sleep as soft snores tumbled past your lips. only one thought remaining in his head before his own eyes closed.

he would never let you feel like the anti-hero.

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hiii 🤍 if possible, could i request a part 2 of the trust issues s/o, but this time with mitsuya and maybe baji??

also, i hope ur day/evening is going rlly well ☺️

Hi hi!! Of course! My day has been very good! I hope your day/night is also going well ^-^ Sorry this took some time, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mitsuya x Reader, Baji x Reader

TW: hurt/comfort, minor neglect, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (with happy endings)

Reader Type: Gender Neutral (Baji refers to reader as Angel) Word Count: ~300 each

A/N: I won't be doing colored text anymore as I see that it messes up default color text for dark mode users on mobile! Apologies for that <3 You can read part one here.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had been working longer hours than usual lately. He had a fashion show at the end of the week and while he promised to make time for you, he had failed to keep it for several days in a row. Now he was arriving home to your shared apartment, a carefully made dinner long gone cold still sat on the dining table. A frown formed on his lips as he searched to find you curled up on your bed in the fetal position, crying softly. 

“Hey, hey, come on now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You flinched at the soft touch, and he instantly felt a huge wave of guilt wash over him. “I’m sorry,” He said as he tried to pepper you with kisses, but each time you shied away from him. 

“This is the fourth night in a row, Taka.” You mumbled, obviously still very upset with him. A few kisses weren’t going to dig him out of the hole he had put himself in by overworking. He had always struggled with time management, especially when a deadline was so close. 

“I know,” though he sounded regretful, you were skeptical of how bad he truly felt. Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to bring that pretty smile back to your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you before you should. I get so wrapped up that I forget to check the time.” 

“I just figured if you cared, you would want to come home and spend time with me.” You replied, and he knew that your fractured trust was partially his fault. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long time as you lay in silence for what felt like hours. 

“I’ve been working on a surprise for you.” He admitted sheepishly, “I wasn’t going to tell you but the grande finale to my show is a garment I made especially for you. I’ve just been so obsessed with making it perfect that I guess I lost sight of what’s more important, which is our relationship. 

A small smile lit up your face, “Really? For me?” 

“Yes, of course.” He said, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he hugged you. “Just for you.”

Baji

Baji had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known to fly off the handle at small inconveniences, and something even had simple as hunger could make him do violent things. However, one thing Baji had never done was show this kind of violence towards you.

It wasn’t until one particularly bad night, he had gotten into a fight and was still high on adrenaline when he came home. He began slamming doors to cabinets, kicking furniture, and generally being aggressive towards inanimate objects. 

He was too caught up in his anger to notice the way you were cowering away from him. How every loud sound that he made would make you swallow hard and pull the blanket wrapped around your shoulders even tighter. It wasn’t until he realized that you were missing from his side did he notice how petrified you looked. 

“Hey, hey, Angel I’m sorry.” He murmured, knowing he’d gotten caught up in his own head again. He didn’t mean to frighten you, and while he’d never lay a hand on you he knew that your trauma response couldn’t be helped. He put on a smile to try and show that he wasn’t upset and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“I hate when you get like that, Kei…” You said in a quiet voice.

“I know,” He replied, pulling you into a tight hug. “I got carried away again. There’s some ice cream in the freezer, why don’t I make us both a bowl and you put on a movie you like, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded, relieved that he could be so sweet and understanding despite such a rough exterior. Baji pulled away from you and grinned. “Go pick out what you want to watch, then.” He watched as you shuffled into the living room and he made a mental note that next time he should just stay out until he’s calmed down. 

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Bumblebee

For an anon reader request - please read for a little more detail. Pairings: Rei x you

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“I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to stop my precious baby sister from continuing down this path of criminal activity!” Kazuki has tears in his eyes. It’s taking everything in you not to roll your eyes in exasperation, trying to work out exactly how you ended up in this predicament.

Tiredness had made you sloppy and you were furious at yourself. About a week ago, the police had been tipped off to your syndicate’s base. It was petty crime compared to some of the other things you knew happened in the city – pickpockets, shoplifters, occasionally you pulled off a bigger heist but nothing too bad. A disused office building had been home for a good few years, heck, you’d even made one of the old units into what some might’ve considered a bedroom. You’d been out around the regular tourist spots when a text came through from an unknown number. “Base breached. Do not return.” You knew the higher ups would be working on some new accommodation - that is at least if they hadn’t been arrested – and chasing out the rat, but in the meanwhile you had to keep your head down low and put up with sleeping out. Originally, the thought hadn’t phased you – you’d done it a fair few times in your teens on first leaving the orphanage - but the first night you realized how much you’d come to appreciate your office bedroom, knowing you weren’t exposed. The result was patchy half-sleep on cold concrete, arms clamped around the rucksack which held everything you still owned.

You’d been in this particular mall a few times now, taking from different shops to then try and trade things down the market for some petty cash for food. The lack of decent sleep finally took its toll though as you didn’t quite clock the camera right above you as you slipped the perfume into your pocket. It wasn’t long after that than there was the steel grip of the security guard on your shoulder, escorting you to the back office.

“Now, young lady, tell me what this is all about, hmm?” He’s laid out the items you’d secreted into your jacket and bag in front of you. It’s all stuff you can easily resell. “Surely you have a bright future ahead of you that doesn’t involve any of this.”

You realise he thinks you’re much younger than you are and you can work this to your advantage – you’re pushing 24 now, but he’s taken your youthful appearance as a teenager at best.

Cue the waterworks. “I’m so sorry, sir. Please forgive me, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a silly dare and I don’t know what came over me!”

“A dare?” He raises an eyebrow.

“From some kids at school. I can’t believe I let them press me into something so foolish and illegal. Oh, sir, I beg of you, college applications are so soon, I can’t believe I’ve ruined my life before it’s even begun!” You blub.

 “Now, now”, he tries to soothe. “I think we can write off this as a youthful indiscretion, but I need you to call your guardian to come and collect you.” He slides over your mobile phone that he’s retrieved from your rucksack that he confiscated whilst looking for stolen goods. “You dial, I’ll speak to them.” Shit. Your mind whirs over who to call. You can’t call your boss – you’d never hear the end of it. You can’t call your parents because, well, they don’t exist… There’s one person you could call.

You load up the contact and slide it back over. “Kazuki Kurusu?” He reads.

“Mm. He’s my big brother.”

--

It’s been a few months since you last saw him. Life’s been a little busy. He’s not really your older brother, of course, you met in the orphanage when you were four and he was eight and you’d started following him around like a lost puppy. After you’d apparently pestered him enough, he began to dote on you and the pair of you become inseparable, calling each other brother and sister. The caregivers tried to nip it in the bud. Didn’t you want to be adopted? The interested parties didn’t want two children, they just wanted a sweet little girl, but you weren’t going to be swayed. Any and all attempts at fostering you were swiftly quelled due to your incessant crying about ‘big brother Zuki’.

The two of you had stuck together up until he turned 18 and the state no longer had to care for him. Kazuki was dumped out onto the street where he was recruited - as most kids who didn’t end up being adopted from that particular orphanage - by a local gang who offered shelter and food for participating in their grifts and cons. Contact between the two of you became infrequent for a while. Kazuki wasn’t allowed to visit but he’d try and catch you on the way home from school when he wasn’t on the job. He’d spoken about you coming to live with him when you turned 18, that you’d not end up like him and had a solid start to adult life…

But, when the time came, Kazuki had entered into a whirlwind romance. He was married and there was a baby on the way and you didn’t fit in the picture anymore – and that was fine. It was always a bit of a pipe dream. When you turned 18, your then-boyfriend recruited you in with his local gang – they said you had the perfect, sweet face not to be suspected of any wrongdoing and taught you everything you needed to know about surviving on the streets. You kept in contact, sporadically – meeting up every once in a while. There was some radio silence after his wife and unborn child died and you didn’t press him. Eventually, he popped up again trying to mother you but you were fine, you didn’t need it. You knew he’d moved in with someone and had redirected his nurturing elsewhere.

“Hey, bumblebee!” Kazuki’s cheerful voice came down the line and you cringed. Of course he was still calling you that.

“Mr Kurusu?” The security guard enquires down the phone. “I’m afraid I have your sister in the security office here…”

About 20 minutes later, he appears in the office, looking flustered and wearing an apron but still the same old Kazuki. He’s left the house in a hurry and you feel a slight twang of guilt that despite your sporadic contact, he’ll still drop everything to come to your rescue. You offer a hesitant smile, not quite sure how to play this off. He stares at you, distraught.

“I am so sorry, sir.” Kazuki bows his head to the security guard. “Please forgive my little sister. She’s not normally like this at all, I assure you.”

“Yes, well, she seems a bright young girl.” You have no idea where the security guard is basing this assumption on, but you know Kazuki will run with it.

“Oh, she is! Papa and Mama had such high hopes for her career aspirations but ever since they died, her upbringing has rested on my shoulders and I have failed her as her guardian.” Kazuki begins to sob, holding up his apron to his eyes.

“Sir, please,” the security guard places a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “The store won’t be going any further with this – ah, what should we call it? - indiscretion. I trust you and Miss Kurusu here to make the right decisions from now on.”

Kazuki gains control of his sobs and smiles weakly as he dabs his face clear of tears. You need to congratulate him after, this is some A+ acting he’s developed.

“I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to stop my precious baby sister from continuing down this path of criminal activity! Sister, thank this kind man for his understanding.”

You get to your feet and nod politely. “Thank you. I will never forget your forgiveness and compassion, sir. I’ve truly learned my lesson – seeing the upset on my dear brother’s face is punishment enough.”

“Good.” The security guard smiles and escorts the two of you to the front door, watching as Kazuki leads you to a yellow car – typical Kazuki – and opens the passenger seat door. You get in and he goes over to the driver’s side, waving at the security guard before starting the engine and heading out of the mall’s parking lot. You wait until the building’s disappeared in the rearview mirror before you speak up.

“Thanks for that. Just drop me off anywhere, I can find my way.”

He scoffs. “And find your way to where, exactly?”

“Wherever.” You shrug.

A pause. “Are you sleeping rough, bumblebee?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m a little old for that nickname now, aren’t I?”

“Don’t think you can skirt around the question.”

“Just between accommodations this week – I’ll be fine.” You can’t lie to him, he knows all your tells.

“Mm, you look in need of a good meal and a good night’s sleep – both of which you can get at my apartment. Plus, you can meet your niece.”

“My what now?”

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“I’m back!” Kazuki calls as he opens the front door to the apartment. You’re not even a step in and you can tell it’s fancy – way fancier than anything you’ve ever stayed. You’ve never been back here before – it’s usually been a café that Kazuki likes to frequent when you did meet in person.

There’s a man sat on the couch, messy black-hair, dressed in shorts and a white t-shirt with a cat on it and he looks pretty cute. He’s absorbed in the video game he’s playing on a wide-screen TV.

Kazuki has his arm around your shoulders again as he enthusiastically introduces you to his room-mate Rei, who pauses his game to stare at you.

He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. “Hi.” You wave.

“You’ve never mentioned a sister before.” He frowns.

“Sure I have! You just don’t listen - bumblebee, remember?”

He stares at you again for a moment then there’s a look of realization. “Bumblebee’s a girl?”

“Yes… Wait, what did you think?”

“I thought it was a bee.”

“You… You thought all those stories I told you about my childhood was me and an actual bee?” Rei nods. “I don’t understand what goes on in your head sometimes.”

“I mean, I’m not really your sister either, Zuki.” You try and shrug out from underneath his arm but his grip remains tight.

“How can you say that? The bond we forged is stronger than any blood ties!”

“Still as dramatic as ever.” You look over at Rei. “How do you put up with this?”

He shrugs, eyes back on the screen. You take a look at what he’s playing and recognize it immediately – Morio Kart. They’d had a games console set up in the communal area in the base – pilfered from a lorry you hijacked and you often spent the night playing. “Ohhh, nice hit.” You compliment as he takes out another racer, sitting down besides him, earning you a smug grin.

--

Rei goes to pick up Miri from daycare whilst Kazuki fills you in on the last few months, though a little bit scarce on some details. That’s Kazuki though, if he thought you really needed to know, he’d tell you. Miri is a whirlwind from the second she gets home from daycare, but it’s clear Kazuki is in his absolute element with her.

The little girl stares up at you in wonder as Kazuki introduces the two of you. “She’s sorta like Papa Kazuki’s little sister, which makes her your auntie. I called her bumblebee when we were growing up.”

“Auntie Bee!” She squeals.

“Er, no,” you try and correct her with your real name, but now she’s running around the apartment, pretending to be a bee, wanting you to chase her. You know you’ve lost the battle before it even begun and Kazuki finds it hilarious. “Auntie Bee it is, I guess.” But, deep down, you don’t hate it.

You eat dinner together, Miri insists you join her Papa Kazuki for a story before bed and you can’t wipe the smile off the face as the two of you come back downstairs.

“You’ve got a real sweet thing going on here.”

“I’ve fallen on my feet, right enough.” He says wistfully, before his face turns serious. “Are you okay, though?” You know he wants to ask what you’re doing for work, how you’re surviving, but he probably doesn’t want to hear the real answer. He can’t contradict when you both live the wrong side of the tracks.

“I’m fine - promise. You do you, I do me.” You wrap your arms around his waist in a hug. “I have missed you though, Zuki.”

“Mm,” he hugs you back. “Let’s not leave it so long.”

He sets you up with spare blankets and a pillow for the sofa, lecturing Rei not to stay up too late and game when you’re trying to sleep, but you’re already a fair few matches deep with him to care and, to be honest, you wouldn’t mind spending some alone time with the man – he’s definitely very easy on the eyes.

“Oh, and Rei sleeps in the bathroom.” Kazuki calls as he heads up the stairs. “Don’t ask.”

“You do?” You raise an eyebrow at the man but he shrugs, taking advantage of Kazuki’s distraction to shoot by you on the second lap. “Hey!”

The matches are competitive, but between them you still find any excuse to put your hand on him – his shoulder, his arm, his thigh… It gets him a little flustered and you find it cute. It’s often up to the final lap as the two of you switch between first and second place. This time, Rei takes it and he playfully sticks his tongue out at you as he takes the win.

“Hm, you just got lucky.” You cross your arms in defiance.

“Sure I did. Another?”

“I think I need some inspiration – what does the winner get?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Nah, I need more than that.”

“Like what?” He sounds puzzled.

“Like…” you bite your lip, you’ve always been a shameless flirt. “If I win, you take me out for pizza.”

“Oh?” His cheeks flush a little, but he keeps his eyes on the game menu. “I guess I could do that.”

“What do you want if you win?”

“If I win, you take me to the arcades.”

“Deal.”

The next championship is neck and neck. You take the first race, full of determination, but Rei brings it back in the second. The final race is a constant switching of first and second, throwing items at each other. The finish line is in sight when your character slips on a banana peel timed perfectly by Rei, sending you crashing off into the side and three CPUs fly ahead of you. You know you’ve lost then – there’s no item blocks left and there’s no way you can get ahead of them all in time. Rei, however, is about to cross the finish line, so just before he can you yank the controller out of his hands and send his character spinning off into the wall. A CPU goes over the line but that’s the last you see as Rei tackles you off the couch.

You’re trapped between his thighs as he snatches the controller out of your hands and drives over the line in a measly fifth. He glares down at you as you grin.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve mentioned I’m a sore loser.”

He says nothing. You try and sit up but you’re firmly wedged between his legs and there’s no give. “Er, can I get up now?”

He grins, slyly. “I think I’ve changed my mind of what I get if I win.”

“Oh?”

“I think the victor deserves a kiss.”

You feel blood rush to your cheeks at that but you’re keen. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mm.”

“See, I’m not sure if you can just change the rules like that right at the end.”

“You tried to cheat, call it a forfeit.” He sits back, finally allowing you to sit up right.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I did, and we never did discuss what should happen if one of us cheated.” You’re leaning in as you speak, getting closer and closer.

“Are you two still up?!” Kazuki hisses in a theatrical whisper from his bedroom door and you bump heads together in fright.

“Ugh… No, no, just going to bed.” You whisper back to the blonde as Rei gets to his feet, sheepishly rubbing his forehead where the two of you collided.

Kazuki’s door closes back over and you smile at Rei. “Busted.”

“Lucky escape for you.”

“My big brother does always have my back…” You step up on your tiptoes and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Rei.”

“Goodnight,” he smiles shyly, heading to the bathroom. You collapse on the couch and sigh contentedly into a pillow.

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You wake up early to your phone buzzing with a text. It’s a location – it looks like either a rendezvous point to be taken to the new base, or the base itself but you know you need to get there pretty quick either way. You grab a piece of paper from Miri’s colouring pile and write down a message for Kazuki, thanking him for putting you up for the night. There’s a moment’s hesitation before you write your phone number down on another piece of paper, before sliding it under the bathroom door.

“Sneaking out?” Kazuki’s voice chimes from the staircase. How in the hell did he do that without you noticing?

“No, afraid work beckons. I was leaving a note though, see?” You hold up the piece of paper in evidence.

“Good.” He walks over and pulls you into a hug. “Promise it won’t take another trip to a security guard’s office until we see each other again?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod, staring at the bathroom door behind him. “You’ll get sick of the sight of me.”

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A few days later, as evening rolls in and Miri’s getting ready for bed, there’s a knock at the door and Rei is apparently keen to answer it. Kazuki doesn’t think much of it at first – maybe it’s a game he pre-ordered or something – but he hears more conversation at the door from Rei than he’s used to over the years of living with him.

You’re standing at the door, smiling as Rei puts his shoes on.

“Back so soon?” Kazuki chuckles.

“Actually, Rei and I are going to play some games at the arcade.” You shrug, trying to spin a casual air on things.

“The arcade?!” Miri manages through a yawn, “Can I come?”

“Not this time, kiddo. It’s your bedtime.” Rei ruffles her hair and she pouts.

“We’ll go when you’re more awake, how about that?” You soothe, crouching down to her level and she nods. Kazuki clocks how Rei’s smiling at you and he puts two and two together in alarm.

“Hey, buddy…” he warns, “you are not going on a date with my sister!”

“Mm, not really your sister…” You tease, turning around to head to the elevator. Rei goes to follow you before he pauses.

“It is a date though.” He smirks and the door slams shut before Kazuki can react.

He feels Miri tug at his leg.

“Papa Kazuki, when do I get a sister?”

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[asktheghosthost]

Just watched the Trailer and I know I'm probably jumping the gun, but is it me or does that spectre look like the Ghost Host?

Myrr: Sorry, it took so long to post this. Mobile wouldn't let me, and I had issues with the desktop version and.... ugh. Anyway! That's totally Hosty! When the trailer dropped, my fiancé texted me at work with this screenshot. "Look who it is!" Even if this is the extent of his presence, I'm happy for the cameo and acknowledgement. There's 999 potential characters, and he's only one. Not everyone is going to be center stage. I'm excited for the movie, despite my grumbling about casting and the plot synopsis. I'm optimistic. And if it's bad... Well, the ride still exists. Several books and comic books, those all still exist. The 2003 movie still exists. Us writing our fanfics and creating fan art still exists. We either gain something really cool with a good movie, or afterlife just keeps going on the way it was anyway. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Hopefully we get another trailer soon. Thank you!

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The Night Life of Johanna Constantine

A NSFW Johanna x Reader Imagine (Gender neutral pronouns, afab anatomy)

Summary: You know how much Jo’s work means to her. How much she’s lost, yet she wonders everyday what she did to deserve you. You are more than happy to show her just how much she means to you, but first she wants to show you how thankful she is.

NSFW may have multiple parts, idk how i feel about it yet, but I hope you enjoy :)

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Johanna sighed as she set her coffee down. Rubbing circles around her temples, “Fuckin hell.” The need for exorcists has risen over the last year and going through the piles of paperwork have pierced right through her brain. Most of them were false claims like most things, but the real ones. Those get worse and worse by the day. Whatever is out there, whatever’s lurking in the shadows, is getting stronger. She could feel it.

A knock pulled her from her ominous train of thought, “I’m heading out for the night, it’s half past two.” Ric the Vic leaned against the door frame. Jo looked at the clock and her brows shot up.

“You’re right. Fuck, I’m gonna be late again.”

Ric laughed, “I’m sure they’ll understand. After all, they've got to know who it is they invite inside every night.”

“Oi, I’m not a bloody vampire.”

“Nope, just an exorcist that says out till sunrise,” The Vic shook her head and turned to leave, “Make sure you turn off all the lights before you lock up.” She left with a wave. “See you tomorrow.”

Johanna huffed and sat back against her seat, pulling at the tight collar around her neck. “Yeah, will do, if I ever make it out.” She muttered to herself.

A chime came from her mobile. Fishing it out of her pocket she read, ‘Hey babe, you planning on coming home tonight?’ It was you, checking up on her. She felt bad making you worry like this, keeping you up this late for no good reason. Staring at the piles of paper in front of her, the priest made up her mind.

Quickly, Jo shot back a text, ‘Yeah, sorry about that. Time got away from me, but I’ll be out of here in 5.’ Gathering her coat, she slid half the pile of forms into her bag. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t end up working from home.

Flicking the lights off one by one, Jo neared the front door, “Finally.” She pulled her keys out and locked up the office before heading to her car and heading home.

It started to rain as she drove through the streets, her wipers squeaking at every few seconds. The roads were eerily empty, even for it being so close to the witching hour.

Her brain overthinking and her muscle memory leading the way, she found herself pulling into her driveway. Feeling the sting of sleep deprivation as she put it in park and cut the engine. Jo blinked her eyes a few times to push it back.

Thinking about what was waiting for her behind the door; you, bed, maybe a shower. “Home sweet home,” She grabbed her bag and made her way inside.

Seeing as all of the lights were off, she unlocked the door as quietly as she could. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor of the foyer and through the living room. You had left the remains of a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Johanna smiled and shook her head, walking over to pick it up. You also left a stack of your sketchbooks, she tidied those up as well. You’ve definitely kept yourself busy, she mused.

After tossing the kernels into the bin and setting the bowl in the sink, the priest hung her bag on a chair and walked back to your shared bedroom. There was a soft glow coming from the room, letting her know you were still up. Or at least, attempted to stay awake.

“Knock, knock.” Johanna spoke softly, sleep laced in her voice as she pushed the door open gently.

You looked up from your book with a sleepy smile, “Johanna,” leaning back and stretching, you asked, “How was work?”

“Oh you know,” She came around to her side of the bed and sat down, “Sometimes it feels like it never ends. I almost feel numb to it.”

You set your book down on the nightstand and scooted closer to her. “Now that’s the sleep talking. I know for a fact you wouldn’t be able to do your job half as good if you truly felt numb to it all. You’re too passionate about it.” You kissed her shoulder.

Turning around she pulled you in by your jaw, and gave you a proper kiss. “Mmh says who?” She raked her eyes over your face.

You smiled against her mouth, “Says me,” you gave her a peck, “The great y/n, king of rules.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.

“King, aye?” Jo challenged.

“Mhmm,” Your eyes full of mischief.

“I know a few people who would call that blasphemous.” Johanna stood up and unbuttoned her uniform.

“Please,” You sat back and watched her push the dress down her shoulders and off her body, “Have they seen you?” Catching her hand you brought it to your mouth and kissed it.

“Oi, watch it.” She gave you a warning look, letting you pull her closer. “I know where that mouth’s been and I’m authorized to hold confession.”

“See, you say that as a threat.”

“I mean that as a threat.” Johanna knelt forward on the bed and pulled you into a kiss. “Mmh, I’ve missed you.” She teased her tongue against your upper lip feeling a shiver run through your body.

“I’ve missed you too,” Granting her access she teased your mouth with her tongue. “Mmh, Both of you grasping at each others bodies. The priest pulled your shirt up, exposing your stomach. Her fingers teasing lightly over the skin then using her nails to dig in harder. Red lines marking you.

“Wait wait,” You pulled away gasping for air. “I thought you were tired?”

Jo laughed and looked you up and down, “Never too tired for you y/n/n.” She kissed her cool soft lips against the angry red marks she made. “Especially since you stay up,” a kiss, “as sleepy as you are,” you felt her tongue this time, “and wait every night.” She met your gaze, “Are you too tired for me?”

“Never,” You whispered, running your fingers through her soft hair. “I need to know that you're safe.”

She kissed your belly pointedly and moved to sit on your hips, “I’m always safe.”

Scoffing, you laughed, “Yeah Johanna Constantine playing it safe?” You brought your hands up to her sides, “That’s not her style.” You gave her a look.

“Shut up. You know it’s more fun when it’s dangerous.”

“Is that so?” You squeezed her hips.

“Mhmm,” Caressing your lips with her own she kissed you deeper. “It sends fire through my blood, the power to condemn.” Tugging your shirt off your body, revealing your bare chest, bringing her lips to your neck, “It’s addictive, sometimes.”

“I’ll say,” You gasped. Feeling your body react to her ministrations and deep voice. “Talk about blasphemy.”

Johanna laughed against your skin, “Nah, this is nothin.” She nipped and sucked along your jaw, feeling your hands find her hair once again, she whispered against your ear, “I’ll show you blasphemy.”

Feeling her take your hands she pinned them next to your head, grinding her knee into your center as she wound her hips against your thigh. Both your hips now moving on their own. She lowered herself close enough to whisper, “Oh y/n/n,” The look in her eyes sent something right to your center. “Have you ever wanted to feel closer to God?”

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@snoopyrps​ submitted : 

Was that [REIKY DE VALK]? Oh no no, that was just [STEVEN UNIVERSE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [STEVEN UNIVERSE]. They are [TWENTY-ONE] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: amy, 23, est, she/her}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. steven universe [reiky de valk]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!

Was that [NATASHA LYONNE]? Oh no no, that was just [NADIA VULVOKOV], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [RUSSIAN DOLL]. They are [FORTY] years old, use [PRONOUNS], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: amy, 23, est, she/her}  **two quick notes:1) i’m so sorry if the text didn’t send as bolded - sending from mobile is always… more annoying 🤦‍♀️ 2) could i extend my prentiss reserve by just a few hours? it totally slipped my mind that i only have an hour between getting off work and going to a birthday party, so i haven’t had much time to look thru fcs! lordy me…

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. nadia vulvokov [natasha lyonne]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!

** emily prentiss is reserved for amy until 12/01 at 7:02pm est!

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HAPPY GLOBAL BEATLES DAY!

❝ The impact of the Beatles – not only on rock & roll but on all of Western culture – is simply incalculable … [A]s personalities, they defined and incarnated ’60s style: smart, idealistic, playful, irreverent, eclectic…. [N]o group has so radically transformed the sound and significance of rock & roll. … [they] proved that rock & roll could embrace a limitless variety of harmonies, structures, and sounds; virtually every rock experiment has some precedent on Beatles record.❞ — Rolling Stone

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix. 

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him, 

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word. 

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop, 

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing. 

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating. 

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you. 

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day. 

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him. 

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in. 

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him, 

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head. 

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed. 

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it. 

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him. 

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise, 

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes, 

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone. 

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another, 

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him. 

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap. 

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true. 

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date, 

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head, 

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing, 

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled. 

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly. 

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction. 

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way. 

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you, 

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in, 

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked. 

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying. 

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing. 

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly. 

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid, 

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another. 

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss, 

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting. 

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now. 

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back. 

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months. 

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him, 

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face. 

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin. 

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin, 

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him, 

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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missed connections

pairing: nanami kento x gn!reader

warnings: brief mention of workplace harassment; no curses au; suggestive; formatted and written on mobile don’t @ me; no beta; small text only for description

wc: 800~

based on this post from the amazing @kemakoshume your brain is so large and wrinkly 😍 sorry this is so late traveling takes it out of me

Delayed two hours. You just want to go home. No more shitty economy hotels, no more meetings that could have been emails, no more questionable takeout.

Your boss volunteered you for the trip. Something about your “outstanding work ethic” and “dedication to the company.” It was a load of crap; he just wanted you out of his face for a week. Ever since you turned him down, he’s made it a point to punish you.

Transferring to the Tokyo branch might not be a bad idea. The people you met here were friendly, helpful. They took to you easily, inviting you out for drinks and recommending sights to see in the city. Sure, the rent economy is abysmal, but you could probably swing a raise for transferring. Something to think about the next time a certain mouth-breather glares at you.

There’s nothing to do but grab a drink and wait for boarding. Alcohol doesn’t sit right with you when you fly, so you mournfully walk past the tempting bar to a coffee stand. Airport prices are nothing short of highway robbery.

As you turn from the cheerful barista, a man several paces away catches your eye. Tall and built, with a suit jacket cut so close you can see his shoulder muscles shift as he adjusts his laptop bag. He brings one hand up to brush his blond hair out of his face, revealing dark eyes that stare into you.

You stop walking, nearly bumping into a passing family. No man should look that good in an airport. He also pauses, gaze traveling up and down your form before focusing on your face. You part your lips to do something—smile, call out to him, anything to keep his attention on you—but he turns suddenly when a man behind him shouts.

Your drink slips through your fingers at the sight of his broad back and toned ass. By the time you’re done wiping the latte off your shoes, the man is gone.

—-

You’re gifted another hour in the airport, courtesy of the terrible weather. Settling into an uncomfortable chair and pulling out your laptop, you practice thinking happy thoughts to keep yourself from tantruming.

Happy thoughts like the man you saw earlier.

What would have happened if his friend hadn’t stolen his attention? Would you have walked up to him, asked for his number? That kind of boldness isn’t your usual style, but letting a man like him slip away is gonna haunt you for a while.

“Do you mind if I use that outlet?” asks a low voice to your left.

The hand holding a charger in your direction is large with defined veins and clean, well-kept nails. It matches the man attached to it—the same man you had been daydreaming about while staring at a blank Excel sheet.

“Of course,” you manage, taking the charger from him. Your fingers brush his as you do and you have to bite your cheek to resist the urge to drag the moment out.

He’s stunning up close, all sharp lines and dark eyes. His perfectly combed blond hair makes you want to run your fingers through it, just to see him messy. You recognize the brand of the watch fit snugly against his thick wrist. He wears the piece well, completely at ease with an accessory as expensive as a car.

The minimal distance between you allows his cologne to invade your senses. Refined, warm, and enticing enough to draw you in.

Climbing into his lap in the middle of the airport wouldn’t be a great idea.

“Business or pleasure?” falls out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

He turns away from his laptop to give you his full attention. You think you might drown in the deep color of his eyes. “Business, unfortunately, but I’m not opposed to pleasure.”

Heat sparks through you quick as a flash bomb. There’s no mistaking the low pitch of his voice, no matter how neutral his face appears.

Your smile turns sharper as you cast off the breathy, prey act. Something tells you he enjoys a bit of a struggle before the kill. You’re proven right when the corners of his mouth twitch upward as you rest the tips of your fingers on his thigh.

“I think a drink is well deserved after all these delays,” you say, leaning closer as you pitch your voice lower.

The thick muscles under your fingers flex and he angles his face nearer to you. “There’s a little bar downstairs in my hotel. The selection leaves something to be desired, but I’m sure you’ll leave satisfied.”

Glancing around to ensure no one is paying you two any mind, you skim your fingers across the smooth fabric of his pants, stopping just short of indecency. He shifts in his chair, almost inviting you to continue as he stretches his legs out.

“I’m in your capable hands,” you murmur into his ear, delighting in the flush that blooms on his face.

Your dance is ended when he boards with the rest of Business class while you wait for Economy. The little card slipped into your palm before he left promises this won’t be the last you see of him.

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I'll Wait For You

kirishima x blk fem!reader, mina x blk fem!reader

warnings: curse words, Mina is the bad guy, I’m sorry!

w.c - 2.5k

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“Do you even still love me? Or was that just all bullshit, like this marriage?”, the woman refused to look at the heartbroken woman standing across from her, “ANSWER ME, MINA!”

“NO”, she yelled before running her fingers through her pink hair to calm herself down, “No, Y/N, I don't. Not anymore. I-I've only been saying it back because… because you look so happy when you say it. I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Well,” you push past Mina and make your way to the walk-in closet. “it's too late for that, huh."

You overheard Mina talking on the phone about you and not in a good way. Going on about how overly clingy you've gotten since the marriage, your excessive talk about children, how she is bored with your sex life, and how she feels like she's falling out of love day after day. You didn't understand. You thought everything between you two was perfectly fine, but you see that isn't the case. After hearing your wife's true feelings, you sat in the car and cried. You loved Mina, you truly did, but you were not going to try to fix something that the other didn't want to try to fix as well.

“Y/N, please stop.", the girl pleaded, following you down the hall. You ignored her and began to pack your bags, “Y/N, stop."

She tried to grab your arm but you snatched away from her and gave her the meanest death glare, causing her to step back. You got off the floor and stood in front of her but maintained a good distance because you were really tempted to slap her.

"Mina, let me make something clear. You did this. I have been nothing but a good person to you. A good friend to you. A good wife to you. I gave up damn near my whole life to come to live here in Japan with you. I did everything FOR YOU!", tears were rushing down your face and your voice began to crack but at this point, you didn't care, "Mina, I-I love you. I'm so mad that I can't just lose feelings in an instant because after hearing everything that you said about us and-and our marriage? I swear I wanted to just shut my emotions off and leave. But I can't just shut'em off. So, I'm just gonna leave. Don't try to stop me."

As you step away from Mina to go get the rest of your things, she just stands there and watches with tears threatening to leave her eyes. She was speechless, to say the least. She didn't know how to fix this. She can't fix this. She hurt you and she knew it.

"Y/N, I'm sorry.", She whispers defeatedly.

"It's too late for that.", You shoulder bumped the girl to get past her with some of your things, making your way to the front door.

"Wait, baby, please ju-"

"WAIT FOR WHAT!", You frustratedly threw your bags out of the open front door, turning back towards Mina, "What the fuck am I waiting for? For you to fall back in love with me? Hell no. I'm not wasting my time waiting for you. You said what you said, so I'm making it easier for you."

You tugged your ring off, while staring at Mina, and threw it on the ground.

"You'll get the divorce papers in the mail, so you better sign them."

And with that, you walked out, leaving Mina in that big empty house to think about if this is how she wanted things to end.

• 1 week later •

Every day for the past week the bar has been your best friend. You've been staying at a hotel and luckily, there was a bar a block down from it so you utilized it for your benefit. Mina called and texted you nonstop the first two days you were gone so you made the immediate decision to change your number and sent her an email saying you did so. Of course, you wanted to just pick the phone up and hear what she had to say, but you knew it would amount to nothing. So now you're just sitting at the bar, drinking your sorrows away.

“Give me another, please.”, the bartender nodded, tending to your refill.

“ Can I have whatever she's having.”, a deep voice requested next to you. The bartender passed your drink to you and proceeded to make man's drink next to you.

“ You sure you can handle what I'm drinking?”, you take a sip of your cognac, still not looking at the man next to you.

“ It's just Courvoisier, right?”, the man took a sip before giving a rough cough causing you to laugh.

“ Hennessy Paradis. Hope your pockets are good enough for it. One bottle alone cost damn near $900.”, The man laughed, sliding the black card to the bartender.

“ My pockets are just fine, sweetheart.”, you finally looked up at the man.

Striking red eyes with red locks pulled back into a ponytail to match them. He had a soft smile resting on his face that did not match his broad build. Wearing a suit, that was very disheveled at that, he was slouching over the bar counter babysitting his cognac, staring at you. You couldn't deny, he was a very attractive man, but you were too heartbroken to even try to flirt.

“ I promise this is from pure observation.”, he straightened up his posture and turned his body to you, “ I've noticed that you've been coming here for the past week and you looked sad. I just wanted to, you know, offer my company.”

You sighed, turning to face the bar again. Sipping your drink, you bit your lip and looked down at your half-empty cup.

“ Do I really look that pitiful?”, you let out a bitter laugh, “ Tell me about your week first.”

“ Well I actually had a stressful week, but today put the icing on the cake. My umm, my wife just sent me divorce papers. Told me she's leaving me to date this male flight attendant she's been sleeping with so she can travel with him all the time. I didn't sign them yet out of shock, but I will.”, he scoffed lightly. “Ha, I probably deserved it.”

You looked at the heartbroken man and you felt his pain. You couldn’t even imagine your reaction if you found out something like Mina cheating on you. All the back-handed things she was saying, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did cheat. At least you both could relate to the divorce aspect.

“Why do you think you deserved something like that?”, he just shrugged before sipping his drink again.

“Said I was always busy, but I tried you know. Being a CEO isn't the easiest. I made it on the important days though. I never missed a birthday, an anniversary, a recital, her parent's birthdays, my parent's birthdays, but she must have wanted more.”

It was silent between you two. He didn't deserve that. He sounded like a good man who had been genuinely hurt. He seemed like a nice person as well. Seems like all the good people are getting taken advantage of lately.

“I'm going through a divorce as well. I'm the one that initiated it though. I umm, I overheard her saying she was falling out of love with me and saying I was pressuring her about kids. Said she had been feeling like that for 9 months and decided to tell everyone else besides me. So I gave her the easy way. I walked out.”, you gave him an awkward smile when you saw his eyes get big.

“ Damn, I didn't think we would both be getting a divorce. Small world, ha.”, he said scratching the back of his head, “Well since me spilling our hearts out I should probably give you my name. Kirishima. Eijirou Kirishima.”

You laughed lightly and raised your now empty glass, “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Well Ms. Y/N, can I keep you company a bit longer?”

“Only if you buy me another drink. Preferably something more light.”, he chuckled and did exactly as asked.

Drink after drink, you got to know Kirishima quite well. You both ended up exchanging numbers, promising to speak again. Over the next 3 months, you both kept up with your promises and remained inseparable. Gaining a friendship rather quickly, you both kept each other good company. Talking on the phone, visiting each other’s houses, and even seeing each other at work. He kept you heavily updated with his very quick divorce which was finalized only after a month. He informed you that his wife didn't want anything since she had her own business and wanted no ties with her past. He looked so heartbroken when everything was over but when he walked out of the courthouse and saw you he felt a sense of relief and warmth. He knew he had you. As for your divorce, well, it took longer than usual because Mina was being stubborn in court. But Kirishima had been nothing but a great help to you during everything. He kept you grounded, reassured you countless times, and gave you the best advice. He was quite literally the best person you could ask for. You don't see how his wife divorced him.

After you left the court building, you got a text from the red-haired man to come to his place. And you were glad you did. You were met with the smell of delicious food being cooked and greeted by your friends.

“How does it feel being divorced?", Kirishima’s friend, Izuku, asked from his seat on the couch.

“ Don't ask her no shit like that, Deku. That's fucking rude.”, Bakugo cursed from the kitchen. Izuku just gave him a dull look before speaking.

“ You literally asked Kirishima-kun the same thing an hour after he finalized his divorce with Setsuna-san. You're no better than me.”

“ You better watch your fucking mouth.”, The blonde-haired man growled out.

Izuku rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut but gave you a small smirk as if he wanted to get put in his place. Sneaky Izuku.

“ Nah, leave Izuku alone. He's fine, really. But umm, I don't know. I'm feeling a lot right now. Heartbroken, confused, angry, but also relieved. I really loved that girl, but this made me realize that I was putting forth more effort than her. So now imma just take it one day at a time, of course with the help of Eijirou. I couldn’t have done this without him really.", you said with a sigh, looking at a blushing Kirishima, before shaking your head softly and changing the subject, “ but enough about me. Bakugo, what you whippin’ up in there?

“ Food that you're gonna eat.”, he grumbled out while aggressively cutting up carrots. You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to Izuku.

“ He being a bigger asshole than usual, ain't he?”, you whispered to your freckled-faced friend.

“ He just mad I wouldn't do anything with him this morning. He'll be fine later.”, Izuku whispered making both of you laugh, but it caught Bakugo's attention.

“ I will fuck both of y'all up. Especially you, Deku.”, He said glaring at Izuku’s smiling face.

“ Don't threaten me with a good time.”, Izuku sang with a smile.

Bakugo just glared at his boyfriend before mumbling, “Fucking whore.”, Then averted his attention towards Kirishima, “ Get in here and help me, Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima did as told, shaking his head at the both of you guys with a laugh. Closing the kitchen door, he went to ask his best friend what he needed help with but was cut off instantly.

“ You catch feelings faster than Deku runs for the annual All Might convention.”, Bakugo said throwing the veggies in a pot to let them boil.

“ I- I don't have feelings for Y/N.”, Kirishima said shaking his head. Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“ Yeah and Deku doesn't worship the ground I walk on.”, he leaned against the counter resting his weight on his arms, “We both know that's bullshit. You like her and it only took you 3 months.”

Kirishima released a heavy sigh and bit his lower lip. He did like you and he hated that it didn't take him long to develop these feelings. He tried so hard to fight these feelings off but he just couldn't. Now he didn't love you, no that was way too soon. He just loved being around you and really liked your personality. You were like a breath of fresh air. Even with his feelings, he knows you don't feel the same way. You still had a strong love for your ex-wife so you won't be ready to jump into another relationship.

“ Okay, maybe I do. It's not like I can do anything about it. She still loves her ex-wife.”, he said looking at his stoic friend.

“ You're right about that shit. Look just take the shit, slowly. That's the best you can do now because two freshly divorced idiots coming together too soon will lead to some deep shit.”

Kirishima knew Bakugo was right. He usually always was.

•••••

After dinner, a couple of card games, and Izuku’s persistent teasing, Bakugo practically dragged him out by his hair. At least you know your friends are gonna have a fun night together. You decided to help Kirishima clean the kitchen since it was dinner for you and you didn't want to leave him with the mess. Both of you were silently washing and drying the dishes, but it wasn't a comfortable silence. It felt more awkward and tense.

“ Something on your mind, Kiri?”, you ask, drying the last dish.

“ Why do you a-ask that?”, he stuttered out, drying his hands.

“ You're never this quiet and you're stuttering. Plus you're tense as hell. What's up with you?”, you turned towards the taller man and gave him a sympathetic look. The man sighed before turning to you and grabbing your shoulders, giving you a small smile.

“ I promise, I'm fine, Y/N. Wanna watch a movie? Feel free to stay, if you want. It's kind of late.”, you gave him a playful glare before laughing when he pulled your sluggish body to the couch.

You ended up picking Love Jones, and not even an hour into the movie you fell asleep on his shoulder. He took this time to just look at you. He can't believe he caught feelings for you so fast, but he did. He wasn't ashamed though. He understands his feelings and knows that he just needs to take things slow. Better yet, just keep it entirely platonic. He didn't want to scare you off and surely didn't want to run and get his feelings hurt. You deserved this time to be single and find yourself, so he won't be selfish and drop the feelings bomb on you so soon. So he'll just have to wait.

“I’ll wait for you, Y/N.”, he whispered softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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Respite Among Chaos | Pt II

Porco Galliard x Athlete!Reader

summary: now that you and Porco are closer than ever thanks to Reiner, witness the conclusion of your unresolved feelings for each other! are you ready to admit your friendship is a bit more? read part 1 here!

word count: 3652 (including words in text messages)

a/n: imma be honest this was gonna be a 10.2k 1-parter but Tumblr is being a bitch so that didn’t happen 🙃 I thought my hatred for the most recent mobile update hit a new height the other night when I was painstakingly trying to make the moodboard for this story, but today I learned something new about myself 🙃 please tell me I am not alone in this frustration. anyways, I hope you enjoy this conclusion!

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I’m surprised to find Porco waiting for me at my dorm, bouquet in one hand, Ben & Jerry’s in the other. “Porco! Where did you find a bouquet at this hour?”

“Walmart over in Liberio.” He shrugs it off as if it were nothing.

My eyes soften. “That’s really sweet, you didn’t have to do that. The ice cream was already more than enough.” I unlock my dorm, flicking the living room lights on. Pieck’s asleep in our bedroom, so I put my hand up to my lips. “Don’t be too loud.”

He nods and maneuvers around me so I can close the door, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. It smells like the forest after a long rain, refreshing. So very… Porco.

I hop in the shower, scrubbing myself down as quickly as I can and washing my hair (which takes the longest, of course), and as soon as I’ve got the water turned off I can hear a knock on the door. I wrap a towel around myself and open it to be greeted with Porco’s face.

He takes in my body and his nose turns a rosy shade of pink. He looks away as he says, “I got everything set up. Do you want to watch another scary movie?”

“Sure, thanks. I might be awhile because I have to put all my hair products in, but I’ll go as fast as I can.”

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Nah, I got it. There’s a specific order to it or else it won’t lock in moisture how it’s supposed to.” His mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and he leaves me to my hair care.

When I come out, I’m dressed in a baggy tshirt and basketball shorts, also known as my springtime pajamas because it’s too damn hot in Marley for me to be wearing flannel ones.

Porco’s laid out like last time, except now he has an arm resting on my side of the couch back, remote in hand. “I’m sure your hair is perfect, princess. Come on.” He motions for me to come on, already, and I acquiesce his request by jumping on the couch bed, making it rock a little. He casually pulls me into him with his arm, then starts the movie.

•••

Minus the flowers, that’s how most nights go now, and my days are spent studying with Porco next to me when I’m not practicing. Every now and then he’ll buy me coffee, complete with whipped cream and my favorite drizzle. Sometimes he’ll even drop it off to me when I’m in class, eliciting ‘ooos’ and ‘awwws’ from the other students, much to my chagrin.

He always greets my Professors with his pearly whites, using the excuse of, “I apologize for the interruption, Professor, but the track star here needs her daily coffee or else she might get bad luck - superstitions, and all - anyway, I hope your students are getting valuable information from all the hard work you’re putting in. Have a nice day!” And then he leaves before anyone can say anything.

In the classes I share with Pieck and Historia, the two of them always nudge my arm and tease me, and I always hide my face in my arms.

One day, I get a notification on my phone, and open it to see Historia has made a group chat. We spend the rest of Professor Hange’s class texting while taking notes.

I sigh in frustration, putting my phone down, but I’m a little too loud, garnering Professor Hange’s attention. They look over at me. “Anything you would like to share with the class, y/l/n?”

I vigorously shake my head no. “Sorry, my mom just doesn’t understand what I mean when I say I can’t talk because I’m in class.”

They muse on my easy lie for a moment, then say, “Well. It’s not surprising, given your boyfriend doesn’t understand that either.”

My eyes widen, and I say, “He’s not my boyfriend, Professor.”

They frown. “Hm? He should be. Seems like a keeper.” And before I have time to say anything, they return to their lecture, Historia and Pieck sniggering, their eyes darting back and forth between me and themselves.

I mutter under my breath, “You guys are the worst.”

•••

I jolt out of my sleep in a cold sweat, panting. I check my phone. It’s after midnight. In a moment of vulnerability, I text Porco:

Almost immediately my phone vibrates with a response.

No sooner have I gotten everything ready (including my appearance) than I hear a quiet knock on the door. Opening it reveals Porco, who enters, closes the door for me, and immediately envelops me in a hug. I sigh in his arms, breathing in his cologne. “Thanks, Porco.”

He pulls back, eyes searching mine. “What’s going on?”

I let my forehead fall against his chest. “It’s a long story... Pieck and Historia are the only ones who know the full thing. Marcel and Ymir know some of it, but they don’t have the whole picture.” I ramble, my voice muffled in his jacket.

“You only need to tell me what you want to tell me. But, you probably can’t do that while eating my shirt.” Porco jests, and gently grabs one of my hands, leading me over to the couch bed. He takes his jacket off, tossing it over the couch back, and I look away when he makes to pull his pants off, but catch a glimpse of his briefs as he holds the blanket up for me to climb under, patting his chest.

I quickly join him after turning the lights off, laying my head on him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, and I feel every tense muscle in my body loosen up, his embrace a calming agent.

“So.” He says.

“So.” I mimic. After a few moments of silence, I try, “I… was abused as a kid.”

Porco whistles. “That is… really depressing to start with. What else?”

“Sorry,” I apologize, “It’s… there’s no way to explain it without going straight to the nitty gritty. But basically, my mom and dad split, and my dad would hurt me to get back at my mom. He’d leave bruises, scars, he’d lock me in a closet, he wouldn’t feed me, and when she would confront him about it all he just threatened to turn it back on her because he had friends who were cops. My mom felt powerless, and I was powerless. He broke me down and convinced me it was my fault that he did it to me, that I deserved it, and it blinded me to a lot of toxic friendships throughout my schooling, up until college when I started therapy. So… that’s why I have anxiety. And why I feel like a burden to people.”

“I am so sorry, y/n. No one should ever have to go through that. Especially not a kid.” His hand finds purchase on mine, his thumb rubbing circles on my hand. “You have to be really strong to make it through something like that, though. No wonder you’re a superstar.”

“I don’t feel strong, though. Everyday… It’s like it takes everything in me to not crumble under the weight of it. It’s a chain I can never quite break free from, and it makes everything just a little harder. Even sleep.”

“Is that what your dream was?” Porco asks.

“Yea, it was. Sort of.”

“What happened in it?”

I give a breathy laugh. “It’s weird, but, here goes. I was stuck on a date with Reiner, and was trying to find a way to get out of it. Going to bathrooms to hide, trying to climb out windows, waiting for him to be distracted so I could run out of the front door, the works. I already didn’t want to be on the date, but the thing making me want to leave was that something was wrong with him. He sounded like my dad. And finally, I did find a way out. Only, when I got out I was trapped in my dad’s house, and if I was trying to go out an exit, the room would extend forever. If I was just walking around? Nothing. But then, he started chasing me through the house, like he was hunting for me. Whispering my name and laughing, with this laugh he always had before… I had to be silent, but he could smell me. Eventually, Reiner found me, but… he wasn’t Reiner anymore. He was my dad, with Reiner’s face peeling off his skin. And when he caught me, he… I woke up then.” I nuzzle into his chest, needing comfort.

Porco tucks his head in, resting it in my hair. “Do you think sleeping with me at night would help?”

I ponder it, but shake my head. “I really don’t know. Selfishly, I hope it does, but I don’t want to steal you away from Marcel all the time. He might miss his little brother, you know.”

“Steal me from him all you want, it’s not like Pieck doesn’t steal him from me constantly. Can I tell you something?” His voice rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations in my ear are relaxing.

“As much as you want.” Is my response.

“That whole thing about Marcel being injured… The reason I don’t like Reiner is because he almost killed my brother.”

“What?” I turn my head to look up into his eyes, moonlight filtering in through the blinds to reveal his depths of amber.

He bites his lip as he scowls at the air, mind caught in the past. “He crashed his car with Marcel in the passenger seat. He was at fault for the crash, and somehow came out relatively unscathed compared to Marcel. He put him in the hospital. Critical condition, and a coma. I didn’t… we didn’t know if he would wake up. Every day was a nightmare.” His grip tightens on me as his voice becomes strained. “When he did wake up, he was all smiles, being a good sport about everything - you know how Marcel is. But I was never able to forgive Reiner. I almost lost my best friend. If I did-” He cuts himself off, inhaling the scent of my hair. “It’s something I don’t want to think about. By the way, whatever products you use smell amazing.”

“That would be Cantu, sir.” I say helpfully, then drop off, not sure what to say. After a while I settle on, “That’s some heavy history to back up a grudge. Even if Reiner wasn’t a jerk, I really wouldn’t blame you. If something happened to you because of him, I’m pretty sure I’d be able to override my anxiety to commit battery and assault. Or arson, at least.”

“At least?” Porco repeats, shocked. “Well, since we’re confessing, I might as well tell you… I told Reiner if he ever fucked with you again I would lay him out in front of the whole school, football scholarship be damned. Well, not in those exact words, but still.”

I gasp, poking him playfully. “Porco! Stop bullying, speak up!”

“You’re so corny.” He chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

“And you’re so meaty.” I argue with a giggle, rolling away a little bit.

Porco gasps dramatically. “Are you calling me-” He yanks me back toward him, “A meathead?” He starts tickling me and a shriek is caught in my throat, knowing Pieck is asleep in her room.

In between breaths, I squeak out, “No- I would- never do that- to you!” The sarcasm still detectable in my tone despite Porco demonically attacking my senses.

I try to push away from him, but he only grabs my hands, and the couch bed shudders as he moves to pin my hands down - one on either side of my head. That pesky moon highlights our eyes, and from my view, his lips, too. He looks down at mine for half a second, murmuring, “You do so much to me.” The air hangs between us for a few seconds, the gravity of his words sinking in, and he leans his head down, his lips meeting mine. One of his hands slips out of mine, cupping my cheek with all the tenderness one would afford a sleeping baby, his other hand splaying open to interlace his calloused fingers with my smaller ones. His warmth seeps into my body, heating me from the inside out, and I melt into his touch, my free hand moving from the bed, to his chest, to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, like I’m holding onto him for dear life.

When our lips part ways, he whispers, “Fuck. Was… Was that okay?”

I whisper back, “Yea - it was okay. I’m… surprised, but it was okay. More, than okay.”

“How did it surprise you?” He asks, eyes betraying his confusion.

I elaborate, “I uh… I just… I didn’t think you…” I pause, realizing I still don’t quite believe it. “Do…? You feel that way?”

He laughs, but only just. “How do I find the one person on Earth who I can confess my feelings for, and kiss, and they still aren’t sure how I feel about them? Get outta your head, y/n.” He sinks down so his chest is pressed against mine, and the thud of his heart in his chest soothes my nerves.

I counter, “In my defense, you only said I ‘do so much’ to you. You didn’t specify what. Meathead.”

I can’t see the eye roll, but I can hear it in the way he groans. “That’s just semantics. But if you insist, I’ll explain it. But only a little bit, since you called me a meathead.”

I scoff. “Hardly fair.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” He says. “The things you do to me. You make me smile every time I think about you, you make me laugh without even trying, you make me look forward to studying because I get to do it with you, you make me into a fool, doing things I would never do for anyone before - but for you, I get excited to do them. And of course, you’re making my bank account loaded with all the money you’re gonna win for us at the Olympics.”

“For us? You mean for me? And that’s if I even go.” I chide. There’s a comfortable silence before I say, “But that’s… really sweet. I didn’t know you…”

“Yea, I know you didn’t know. It was killing me.” He finally shifts, laying down next to me and pulling me into him.

I find myself tracing patterns on his chest idly. “So… were you just waiting for me to figure it out? Because that would have been a terrible idea.”

He sighs, and I sink further into his embrace, a sigh of my own releasing itself from my lips in this small bliss. He says, “Well, that was before I realized you were oblivious, hot stuff. I should’ve known something was up when I asked for your number.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because,” He kisses the top of my head, “Marcel came home from practice that day and said he hoped I’d been practicing my patience. Little did I know it was because he’d tried to tell you in a roundabout way that I was interested and you were convinced I wasn’t, but he didn’t bother to tell me that ‘til way later.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…” I say, finally realizing what Marcel was on about that day.

“You’re fucking kidding me. Did you just get that?” Porco asks, and I can tell he can’t believe it.

“To be fair, I am just a dumb jock.”

He stammers, then says, “Ohmygod, just shut up and go to sleep, nerd. You are not ‘just a dumb jock.’ Most ridiculous shit you’ve ever said.”

I kiss his chin, breaths of laughter escaping through my nostrils, and settle in for a good night’s sleep, free of any nightmares, because all I’m dreaming about tonight is the man next to me, making my heart flutter with every passing glance.

•••

“Sup, book thief?” Porco says as he lets her and Historia into my dorm for another group movie night.

“For the last time, Galliard, I thought Marcel’s book was mine! I gave it back after I realized it, I didn’t steal it.” Ymir gripes, then narrows her eyes at me. “You look too smug right now.”

I feign innocence. “Oh, what? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you and Hisu not being the only couple in the group anymore.”

“You and Porco are homophobic.” She retorts, eyes shooting daggers through my impenetrable soul as Porco closes the door and rejoins me on the loveseat. Since both couples went public, we’ve had to make some adjustments, such as adding a giant bean bag chair capable of fitting two bodies, which they prefer over the previous arrangement.

Historia scolds, “No family drama in front of our new friend, Ymir! Hi, Colt, we’re not as dysfunctional as you think.” She beams at me, winking when she sees Porco throw an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You guys are so cute.”

I hide my face with my hands, and listen to Colt  (who has generously chosen the floor as his designated spot) say, “Oh, don’t worry. I know Ymir is the real nightmare, here. I’m always afraid she’s gonna beat me with the baton in the coed relays.”

“I still might.” She threatens.

“Settle down, grumpy grampa,” Marcel warns, “Any more of that talk and we’ll be having a counseling session to resolve your anger issues instead of a movie marathon. Everyone all good? Pieck?” He looks around, receiving a thumbs-up from everyone including Ymir and Hisu as the pair get comfy on the lounger, and Pieck starts the first movie.

“Now who the fuck decided we’re watching all the hobbit movies? I don’t understand why I have to sit through this shit just to watch the desolation of a dragon-I-can’t-pronounce-his-face-“ Ymir’s complaining is cut off.

“-It’s ‘The Desolation of Smog!’” Colt says, then, “Wait- no, that’s not right. Smay-oge?”

“Smaug.” Porco supplies, and Marcel and I give each other the most shit-eating grins anyone will ever see.

In unison, we throw our heads back, shouting, “Shut up, nerd!”

#outsider writes #college au #attack on titan #modern au #aot smau #porco x afab!reader #porco x reader #porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #pieck finger #marcel galliard #colt grice #ymir fritz #historia reiss #ymir x historia #aot historia #aot pieck #aot porco #aot reiner #aot fluff #aot colt #aot marcel #marcel x pieck #pieck x marcel #historia x ymir #yumihisu #piecel #tw!abuse mention #athlete!reader

[kaminocasey]

Soft Spot Part 2

Summary: After agreeing to go out with the bad batch, something terrible happens. But the Batch are more than happy to help you.

Pairing: Tech x You (eventual)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Violence, arson

A/N: Here it is. Part 2 to Soft Spot. I hope you like where I’m taking this. Sorry for the long text, couldn’t figure out how to add the read more function on mobile lol. I promise I’ll fix it later!!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You can find it on AO3 Here

The guys show up at eight sharp. Except for Wrecker and Omega. They’re all wearing civilian clothing. You can’t help but notice how handsome Tech looks outside of his armor. You wonder if they wear civilian clothing often.

“No Omega and Wrecker?” You ask the other four men, finishing up stocking the shelves for tomorrow.

“Omega has a bedtime. She says she wants to see you before we leave again, though.” Hunter tells you.

You smile at the thought of the sweet young girl. “It must be lonely for her sometimes, not only being the only girl, but being the youngest.”

Tech speaks up. “Actually, Omega is older than us.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You laugh.

“Omega is a clone like us. She was created before us with 100% DNA of Jango-” Tech starts.

“It’s a long story. Just chalk it up to clone talk.” Echo interrupts him, patting him on the back.

You can’t help but feel bad at how disappointed Tech looks. You could tell this man was so full of information. You wouldn’t mind one bit, him telling you all that he knows. You loved finding out new information about random subjects.

“You’ll have to excuse, Tech. He thinks people actually care about the information he has stored in that big head of his.” Crosshair makes a snide remark.

Tech rolls his eyes, completely unfazed by his brother’s rude comment.

“Well, I for one think big heads are sexy.” You wink at Tech and he goes pink in the face.

Crosshair narrows his eyes at you.

Hunter and Echo laugh it off and escort you out of your shop as you lock it behind you. The night was still warm so you knew just the place to go.

“So, where are we taking you?” Hunter asks, walking right next to me.

“There’s this rooftop bar a few blocks north. Great atmosphere if you’re into that sort of thing.” You offer.

“If that’s what you’re into, sure.” Hunter says.

“Well, I’m assuming you’re staying at Cid’s above her… establishment. So, if you want to stay close to Omega, I know a bar just a few places down from Cid’s.” You offer the idea to Hunter.

He gives you an incredibly warm and grateful smile. “That sounds like a plan.”

“You’re very kind for someone who lives on Ord Mantell.” Echo says as you walk toward the bar.

“I get that a lot.” You laugh.

“Kind people are always hiding something, Echo.” Crosshair sneers. “Who are you, really, y/n? Perhaps a former spice runner? A secret crime lord?”

You shoot him a dark look. “Why do you wanna know? Looking for some more side work?”

He flicks his toothpick and crosses his arms as his three brothers chuckle. You could only hope he wouldn’t go snooping in your business. Maybe you should be upfront with them? They seemed like open people.

“Actually, I-” You start.

Suddenly, there’s a large explosion a couple blocks behind you. It sounds like it was near the shop. Immediately, you run back to your shop. You had an incredibly bad feeling.

“Y/N!” The guys yell after you, following you.

You reach your shop and you see the glass windows are shattered and smoke and fire are coming from inside the shop. Your stomach drops and you start to run into the store to save the few important things you have.

“Woah, no!” Echo pulls you back towards them.

“I have a really important box in there that I have to get.” You explain, panicky.

“I’ll get it! Just tell me where it is!” Hunter insists.

You stare at the shop, in tears. Tech has a hold of you, keeping you steady.

“Where is the box, y/n?” Hunter asks. “What does it look like?”

“It’s a small green box. It’s in the back office on the left.” You tell him.

You look to the left and down a bit and see the young twi’lek from earlier.

“Hey!” You run toward him and he immediately starts running.

Crosshair pulls out his gun and shoots him in the leg, causing him to go down immediately. You look at Crosshair, bewildered. Wow, that was a good shot. It reminded you of…

“Who did this?!” Echo arrives to the man first, pulling him up by the shirt.

“I don’t know.” He’s obviously lying.

“He did it.” You figure out, calmer than before. “Why?”

He’s not speaking, so Crosshair roughly grabs him from Echo, throwing him down on the ground and stepping on his leg where he shot him. “You’re going to tell us why. Or really there’s no reason to keep you alive.”

Crosshair raises his gun toward the twi’lek’s head.

“I’ll give you until the count of one.” Crosshair says, pushing the pistol to his head.

“The Imperial guards paid me. They are looking for your squad-” The man babbles and then begins begging for mercy.

Tech and Hunter come running out of the shop toward you with your green box, both men covered in smoke. Tech hands you the box.

“Thank you.” You give Tech a meaningful look and then thank Hunter.

“This is the guy who did it. Said the Imperial guards paid him. They’re looking for us.” Crosshair tells Hunter and Tech.

Hunter starts to go toward the man on the ground, angrily. Echo holds him back.

“We need to get out of here.” Echo tells him.

You continue looking at your shop smoking. It was beyond repair. There’s no way you could afford it.

“We have to go back for Omega and Wrecker now.” Hunter insists.

They lead you with them quickly to Cid’s. Omega and Wrecker playing Dejarik in Cid’s bar. They see all Tech and Hunter covered in smoke and the look on your face and immediately ditch the game to ask what was going on. Hunter fills them in and they all go grab their stuff from upstairs.

“Do you have someplace safe where you can go?” Tech asks you once the rest of his squad comes in.

You shake your head. “I lived in the back of the shop.”

“You should come with us!” Omega insists, nudging Hunter.

“You should.” Hunter nods. “You’d be safer with us.”

You think for a minute. It’s not like you had anything keeping you tied to Ord Mantell now, anyway… Before you can decide against it, you agree.

“Thank you.” You tell them.

They tell Cid they’re leaving and then head back out to the Marauder.

Omega guides you to the bunks and offers you hers. She was incredibly sweet. You wanted to know more about her. About all of them.

“Here is a spare pair of clothes.” Hunter offers you. “You can take my bunk. Omega, bed. You’ve had enough for one night.”

“Alright.” Omega sighs.

“We will catch up when you wake up.” You promise her.

She grins and then turns over to go to sleep.

“Thank you.” You nod to Hunter, smiling weakly.

“Preparing the jump to hyperspace in 3… 2… 1.” You hear Tech in the cockpit.

The ship shakes a bit and then it’s smooth.

“She really likes you.” Hunter looks up at her on her bunk then back at you.

“Well, I really like her. She’s a good kid.” You grab the clothes.

You could see yourself getting used to this bunch. You could see yourself really coming to care for them. It’s insane that you’ve known them less than a day and this is what they’ve done for you. More than anyone has done for you since your mother died and you took over the shop. The shop that now no longer exists.

“I’m so sorry about your shop…” He sighs as if he could sense the anxiety on you, sitting on the bunk across from you. “If we hadn’t gone in there…”

“Don’t do that.” you tell him, looking at him firmly. “I don’t regret helping you one bit, okay? It’s not your fault.”

He looks like he doesn’t believe you. You reach out a hand and place it on his knee.

“I appreciate you guys helping me. As soon as I figure something out, you guys can drop me off somewhere.” You squeeze his hand.

“We’re not doing that.” Hunter places his hand over yours. “You’re one of us now.”

“You’re sweet.” You smile warmly.

“I hope my clothes are to your-” You hear Tech in the doorway and then stop, glancing at yours and Hunter's hands.

You pull away. “These are yours?”

“If you’d prefer one of the other’s, I understand.” Tech glances at Hunter.

“No, these are perfect. Thank you.” You stand up and kiss him on the cheek.

You hoped he didn’t get the wrong idea about you and Hunter just now. How could you show this man you just met that you were interested in him and not any of his brothers?

He blushes, smiling softly. “You are most welcome.”

“I know where I know you from now.” Crosshair walks in, smirking with another toothpick in between his teeth.

Oh no.

“You’re a bounty hunter.” Crosshair snaps his fingers.

#Tech x You #Tech x Reader #Tech/You #Tech/Reader #TBB #The Bad Batch #SW #Star Wars #tbb Tech #kaminocaseyfics

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tubbo jack niki and george

requested:yes/no

pairing: platonic y/n,tubbo,jack,niki and george

summary: minecraft cave in real life

content warning: cursing

an: the word love is used a couple times but this is all platonic <3 i still don’t know how to add read more on mobile i am sorry about that, part 3 to great adventures series

it was around 4 am when the heat became a problem, unable to sleep you grabbed your phone and decided to facetime ranboo just as he was ending stream

“hey boo...you look like you’ve seen a ghost what the fuck were you doing”

“fnaf vr”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad you’re being dramatic”

“okay we shall see how you like it when I make you play it when I’m in the UK”

“okay bet I’ll add it to our list of videos and stream ideas anyway I can't sleep it’s too hot and I’m so confused as to why Tommy keeps asking me if I like and I quote being high”

“tubbo was telling me about that he keeps teasing him about planes you never know maybe you’re all going on an international adventure... or being pushed out a plane”

“doubt it there’s no way Tommy would pull something as crazy as jumping out a plane it would be pretty cool, I was thinking about doing it for my birthday”

“with a parachute? I hope”

“eh with or without, either way, is fine for me”

an hour passed you and ranboo sat talking about what was happening tomorrow and how you wished he was going to be there with you, after all, you knew how it felt to be watching people you care about making plans and doing things without you.

“didn’t you say you were going to a cave tomorrow? Minecraft in real life, nice”

“I’m begging please touch grass”

“I’ve already done that it made me want to become an engineer now get some rest y/n you’ll be getting up in a few hours, I’ll call you tomorrow goodnight”

“see you tomorrow I love you”

*y/n has ended the call*

•••

when you woke up at 9 you couldn’t shake off the awful feeling you had, today just didn’t feel like a good day you needed some time to yourself to recharge however you knew you’d be okay later on

Niki: good morning y/n!! would you like us to pick you up now or do you need a bit longer

y/n: don’t worry about it I’ll make my own way!! :]

Niki: okay see you soon!!

George: we will pick you up in an hour and a bit

Tommy: wait what are you guys doing

tubbo: following jack and Niki around

y/n: what he said

Tommy: have fun then guys without me

y/n: don’t you have work to do big guy

Tommy: don’t you have to get ready

y/n: leave me alone

•••

soon enough you saw jacks car pull up outside so you grabbed your bag from the other day as it still had everything you needed except this time you decided to bring along a mini first aid kit as you knew your clumsiness and a cave wouldn’t mix well. now you were fully awake you couldn’t wait to go explore the caves, you sat next to Niki who decided to play with your hair and spent half of the journey on a call with an unhappy Tommy who was in college waiting to go to lesson the other half of the journey was spent singing along to the radio

•••

jack started recording and turned around to see you Niki and tubbo leaning over looking down at the floor

“oh hi jack” you waved at the camera “so what’s the plan of action”

“we’re going up there”

you loved heights so hearing that you were going to go on a cable car made you pretty excited once you all got into the car you and George tried opening all the windows whilst tubbo complained

“stop trying to open things”

“it’s a window”

“scared you’re going to get pushed over the edge hmm? scared you’ll have to free fall? it’s not that high you'd probably survive the fall, it’s not like I'm trying to open the door on a plane”

“y/n I mean this in the nicest way possible I’m never going on a plane with you”

tubbo laughed and joined the conversation “we shall see about that”

you tilted your head to the side and blinked a few times trying to process what he just said

“heh?”

“tubbo if we fell we would die right”

“you know jack I've done a lot in my life”

you took the phone from jack and began filming him and George

“why is it slowing down”

“we’re going to die”

“I didn’t bring enough food”

you sat laughing at your friends' reaction before explaining that it’s slowing down for a reason

“they’re slowing it down so you can jump out, what I didn’t tell you is there’s actually a parachute underneath where you’re sat, good luck gamers”

“We could probably climb out the window”

“NO, where do we go”

you just sat shaking your head laughing whilst your friends sat screaming about it stopping

“y/n we’re going to die”

“oh no.. let me just text ranboo to start planning our funerals”

eventually, the cable car began moving just very slow you then ended the recording after jack made jokes about it moving as fast as a George video comes out, you all then spent the rest of the time enjoying everyone’s company.

•••

tubbo noticed a park and ran to the ropes giving you time to update your community a stream will be happening later on

y/n has tweeted: I am outside, stream with ranboo when we get home :]

you laughed as you posted that as all the comments started rolling in questioning if ranboo had come to the UK. you walked back to your group and wrapped your arms around jack and Niki making them both jump out of shock

“Sorry about that ahah now if you don’t mind I want to play in the park”

they laughed as you ran to the rope trying to swing without falling that’s when you gave up and started climbing the net close to Niki.

“that’s not a swing George”

jack ran towards them “I’m getting on the swing with George”

Niki laughed as she recorded what was happening in front of her, she looked to her left expecting to see you stood next to her however she heard you laugh and run towards your friends

“I’m getting on the swing with tubbo”

a few moments later George pointed out a castle and tubbo mentioned the ‘wet rocks’ you just stood with your arm around Niki's shoulders enjoying the view of the castle that was until a dog caught your attention and you walked off to go ask if you could pet it

“Niki where’s y/n they were with you last”

“with the dog”

“tubbo when they come back just follow the path towards the castle, me and Niki are going to record”

“got it, boss man”

•••

after a few minutes, you walked back to tubbo and George realising jack and Niki weren’t there you tilted your head shrugged then sat next to tubbo on the swings as George began recording

“jack and Niki have left us but we’re having fun on the swings..”

“maybe we’ll lick some rocks”

“YEAH”

•••

“if we’re quiet we can sneak up on them”

the three of you ran down the path towards the start of the castle steps looking at the cameras that allowed you to see the top of the castle

“there they are”

“they’re vlogging”

“We can just see them through the castle cameras they have no idea we can see them”

you stood leaning against George until you all noticed they were about to make their way back down the steps so all ran off to hide

“there they go”

the three of you ran back down the path ignoring the stares from strangers and comments about how your hair was obnoxiously bright, the three of you scared the pair who were looking for you all

“I’ve never been less displeased to see George”

the five of you continued walking around after joking about the green water and questioning George on how he could tell what colour it was

“I’m a genius”

a few fans can over and took photos with you all and George began questioning them

“George you’re really self-promoting right now”

“George I am disappointed in you”

•••

“dude it’s boiling”

“ice cream?”

the five of you stood inline

“I’m dying to tubbo”

“I’m not going to ask questions, I love how you just accepted defeat”

“you’re next y/n” tubbo let go of George and began walking towards you

“FUCK OFF NO” you ran behind George and used him as a shield

“y/n George isn’t going to protect you”

“I will y/n don't worry tubbo fuck off” the three of you stood laughing not realising jack was walking towards you all with the ice cream

“thank you”

“you’re welcome how’s the ice cream”

“great thank you”

you laughed at jack who somehow managed to get ice cream on his nose

•••

you and tubbo noticed a wishing well and walked over to it

“wanna make a wish”

“yeah but we have no money”

you both looked at each other then at jack them looked back at each other and nodded

“what are you two doing”

“We wanna make a wish”

“come on give me your money”

everyone stood laughing at you and tubbo determined to make a wish whilst jack argued he had no money however tubbo noticed a £20 note and grabbed it

“y/n quick make a wish”

the pair of you held the note and then dropped it into the well

“yay!!”

“We made a wish”

the pair of you walked off whilst jack stood telling you both how he can’t believe you and the pair of you had stolen over £100 from him today making you both laugh

“tell me the wish”

“We can’t or it won’t come true”

•••

“right cave time”

“we’re going to die”

“well thanks for that George”

you stood next to tubbo trying to ignore your friends as they made comments about there being mobs like creepers in the cave

“you two really need to go outside more”

everything was going well for you until the worker said to everyone

“I think we do have some kids here who are doing a vlog”

you could feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment although you loved your job you still weren’t used to people pointing it out

•••

“This cave has a door”

“naturally formed door”

“y/n tubbo were in the caves, where are the diamonds”

you pointed in a random direction then continued walking whilst tubbo kneeled examining the rock claiming there were diamonds, as you all kept walking you had to put up with tubbo jack and George making Minecraft jokes whilst Niki followed behind them staying rather quiet, everyone’s as focusing on the cave not saying much till George spoke up

“it’s turned into a horror movie”

“why’s the cave so low why can’t they just dig up”

“y/n did you really just ask that”

“yes I did my neck hurts from ducking under the rock”

“so sorry to hear that”

“thank you for your concern George”

“I’m not concerned”

“oh-“

the tour continued and you were genuinely having a good time, you found all the different rocks and information given to you by the worker fascinating and slowly stopped listening to what your friends were saying behind you

“so this little tunnel up here is where they would send the kids”

“off you go tubbo and y/n”

“please no”

you all continued for a while till you were told you were going in the dark despite the fact you were excited you were also very afraid of the dark so stood closer to tubbo who instantly noticed and pulled you into a side hug

“we’re going dark”

“oh wow that is the only source of light”

a minute or so later they turned on some softly coloured led lights so you could all look at the geode

“holy shit that’s beautiful”

“I thought a geode was a small animal”

“that’s a pokemon dude”

you were all given time to go for a wander however rather than walking with the others you decided to stay with the geode and started a group call with ranboo and Tommy

“hi guys can’t stay long break is almost over”

“that’s okay Tommy but look at this giant fucking rock”

you flipped the camera so they could see and went around showing them parts of the cave

“holy shit”

“looks great y/n”

“cool right I have to go the worker wants us to get ready to leave see you all soon”

“wait y/n one last question, how are you with heights”

“oooh I’m great I love them we went in a cable car earlier”

“awesome see you all later”

*Tommy left the call*

“I’ll call you when I get home boo I’ll see you soon!!”

“bye y/n stay safe”

*ranboo has left the call*

*y/n has left the call*

as you all left the cave you and tubbo noticed two rocks and went to pick them up

“hey look our wish came true”

“yeah we wished for a weird looking rock when we left the cave”

“you paid £20 for a rock”

“yes”

a few minutes later you and tubbo just started walking away only to be later followed by everyone else

“where are you going”

•••

you all got the cable car back at this point you were exhausted you used all your energy running around the cave determined to show Tommy and ranboo everything

“What did you all think of the cave”

“loved it”

“you lost your rock tubbo?”

tubbo pulled out the rock and smiled at jack

“no, I didn’t”

“but you chucked it”

“told you we wished for a magic rock”

jack finished the recording and you all just sat talking about your day and any future plans

•••

the journey back home was extremely quiet you and tubbo sat next to each other, you fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder, Niki sat in the front with jack quietly singing along to the radio and George and tubbo quietly spoke to each other trying not to wake you up.

when you finally got home you woke up on your couch confused as to how you got there it was only when you checked your phone you got the answer

Niki: you looked exhausted we didn’t want to wake you, hope you don’t mind. your keys are on the table next to your bag!! see you soon it was lovely meeting you <3

you decided to reply thanking your friends for today.

•••

*incoming call: ranboo*

you accepted the call

“hey y/n tell me all about your day whilst you get ready to stream I'm already set up”

“oh they’re gonna be so annoyed I've joined in with making jokes about you being in the UK anyway so my day was pretty good but I did end up asleep on my couch and had no idea how I got there”

“heh?”

“let me explain”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagines #mcyt imagine #mcyt reader insert #mcyt fluff #tubbo imagine #tubbo fluff #tubbo x reader #tubbo x y/n #tubbo x you #jack manifold imagine #jack manifold x y/n #jack manifold fluff #jack manifold x you #jack manifold x reader #nihachu x reader #nihachu fluff #georgenotfound imagine

[dumbikawa]

Fighting /W HQ Boys And Being Comforted By Their Teammate

GN!Reader | Angst to Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Oikawa, Akaashi

A/n: I tried to edit the format on mobile so I hope everything is in the right place lmao

OIKAWA

- Oikawa had been training much more than usual, which was already an ungodly amount as it is, leaving the two of you barely any time to talk let alone hang out.

- You understood, though, to some degree. Volleyball was his passion and Nationals was his last chance, in his mind, to prove he was good enough. Winning this was everything to him.

- You tried to bring him snacks every day either in-between classes, before practice, or after practice because it was obvious he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he should, and it pained you.

- The night before they left for Nationals, you waited for him to get out of practice so you could wish him luck in person since they’d be leaving early the following day. Your planned speech was forgotten, though, when you noticed a slight limp in his step.

- Not being able to hold back your concerns anymore, you asked him about it, and he snapped at you before heading off in the opposite direction.

- That night you walked home alone. Well, almost. Iwaizumi found you, knowing the route since often all three of you often walked together.

- He allowed you to rant about his sometimes idiotic best friend, explaining how you had been desperately trying to keep the relationship afloat, how understanding you were when he couldn’t spend any time with you, and the various ways you tried to take care of him since apparently he wasn’t capable of doing it himself. Yet, he showed his appreciation by yelling at you?

- Iwa laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, his attempt at comfort. You leaned forward and gave him a quick hug, thanking him for allowing you to just complain and blow off steam.

- What neither of you noticed, though, was an apologetic, guilty Oikawa watching as his best friend did the job he had ran here to do, and, honestly, probably doing a better job then he would’ve. It was only natural for you to gravitate to somebody who could actually be there for you, he thought. He should’ve known it would happen sooner rather than later, so he turned and walked away.

You feel slightly idiotic as you step out of your car and follow the crowd towards the packed stadium. After not returning any of your calls or texts from last night or this morning, and the last exchange you had with him being less than stellar, you’d still made the drive to watch him at Nationals because, despite all that happened, you loved him much more than he even knew, and you wouldn’t miss this for the world. Whether it ended in celebrations or tears, you wanted to be by his side through it all.

And, as heartbreaking as it was to watch their final match, you realized there would be no celebrating.

-

It hadn’t sunk in yet. He refused to believe the pain, the dedication, the putting everything else on hold had only led him to defeat. It wasn’t possible. He needed to stay strong, though. He couldn’t allow himself to cry afterwards with the rest of his team.

He trailed behind as they walked out of the gym, his eyes betraying him as they watered while he tried to scan the stands for a face he wasn't even sure would be there. You were another thing he had sacrificed to be here. The best thing he had in his life next to volleyball. Why would you want to see him after he was so awful? Especially when he had nothing to show for it.

Yet, there you were. The sadness he couldn’t yet express was written on your face. His eyes trailed down and noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts. That’s when it all came crashing down on him, and there you were to catch him.

“I-I wasn’t...I wasn’t good enough,” he stammers, his muscular body colliding with your sturdy figure. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in the way his sweatshirt now smelled like your perfume. “Not for my team, not for you--”

“Tooru,” you hum, his name feeling like home coming from your lips, “what are you talking about ‘for you’?” You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him back just enough so you can look into his teary eyes.

“I saw you with Iwa after I--” His face contorts in pain as he thinks back to his words from last night and more tears spill past his lashes. “You turned to someone else because of me.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of him seeing that and thinking that you’d begun to move on from him, as if that were even a possibility.

“No, no, baby. I was upset, yes, but Iwa was just making sure I was okay. He could never replace the love I feel being in your arms or the butterflies I get when kissing you. Nobody could.” Oikawa feels his rigid body softening at your words, allowing himself to believe that’s the truth.. “I wish you would take care of yourself, or, at least, let me help pick up the slack. I’m so proud of you, your team is proud of you, and, most importantly, you are good enough, okay?” He wasn’t sure there were any tears left for him to cry, but another wave of sobs rack through his body. You pull him closer, whispering reassurances and sweet nothings for only him to hear while tracing soft circles on his back.

He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as he allowed himself to relax in your arms. He wasn’t sure if it was from knowing you were still there for him, or if it was because, regardless of how it ended, it was all over and that provided a confusing relief in itself.

All he focused on, though, was the thought that there was no one else he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

AKAASHI

- Akaashi felt the self-doubt creeping up on him. It seemed like he’d been on a steady decline in nearly every aspect of his life lately; volleyball, school, and even his relationship with you.

- His sets felt messy and it was only a matter of time before his team would take notice of it. And with practice nearly every night after school, he wasn’t finding the time to get the work done that he needed for classes. Then there was you. He never thought he was good enough for you and with everything else weighing his mood down, he didn’t want to make you feel bad, too.

- That’s when he’d put up a wall between him and everybody else, including you.

- You knew the moment he pulled back and decided to give him some space for a week or two, hoping that’s what he needed.

- When that didn’t work, you decided to ask him about it. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, perhaps just knowing you were still there would be enough to make him feel a little better.

- Safe to say, it didn’t go as you’d planned.

- “I have to get these assignments done, y/n, I don’t have time to talk.” Keiji, I just want to-- “Y/n! I can’t right now, can’t you see? I can’t deal with this at the moment.”

- You didn’t feel like fighting, so you left, letting the door slam shut behind you.

For the first time since you and Keiji started dating, you wore your own hoodie to school. There was no inherent statement behind it, but if he wanted to take it as some sort of low blow you didn’t care. It had been a couple days since you left his house with tears pooling in your eyes and it felt like your heart was hurting more and more each day the two of you didn’t talk. 

Bokuto could tell there was something off between the two of you. He’d observed it weeks before, but figured it wasn’t his place to necessarily say anything. At this point, though, it had been going on for too long and he didn’t like seeing two of his closest friends hurting.

“Hey y/n!” Bokuto’s cheery call cut through your miserable mood. You hadn’t been swinging by to watch practice and avoided the dining hall, so you weren’t seeing him as much as you’re used to. You found it easy to return his ear to ear grin and began walking with him in the direction of the gym.

“It might not be my place to ask, but what happened?” The smile slipped right off your face and you had to physically turn away to avoid meeting his puppy dog eyes that would have you telling him everything.

Your eyes begin to water as your mind walks back through that night. A scoff leaves your lips as you begin to dab away the escaping tears. Bokuto, alarmed and guilty that he made you cry, envelops you in a bone-crushing hug. It felt...incredible, though. In trying to get Akaashi to open up, you forgot to follow your own advice.

Everything spilled out as you let the tears fall on Bokuto’s blazer. How Akaashi had pulled away so you tried to give him space. That when you attempted to talk to him about it he lashed out at you. Bokuto listened thoughtfully, recognizing times he’d seen his friend put up these same walls before. There wasn’t much he could offer in the way of advice, but all you needed was for him to listen.

Akaashi watched you pull away from Bokuto’s arms and laugh at something he’d said, a genuine smile gracing your lips. It hadn’t occurred to him how long it’d been since he saw you smile like that. He felt awful for what he said the other day and regretted it all the moment he saw the hurt on your face. Letting you go seemed like the best thing to do because maybe then you could find somebody to make you smile instead of cry. And, perhaps, you already had.

He closes his eyes with a sigh, letting himself slide down to the floor, thinking about the way you were smiling and imagining a scenario where it was because of him.

“Keiji?” Your soft voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks up to see you standing a little bit away from him, an unsure look on your face.

“Y/n.” Everything he wants to say is stuck in his throat, so he settles for a simple, “I’m so sorry.” It wasn’t enough, he knows, but you still sit down next to him.

“What’s going on in your head?” You hug your knees close to your body and turn to look at him. He wants so badly to reach out and hold your face, watching your eyes drift close when you lean into his touch.

“You deserve better. Someone happier like Bo. I’m not a good boyfriend--”

“When did you become a liar?” You cut him off, wanting to stop his harmful train of thinking immediately. He’s taken aback, not sure what to say, so you continue. “Do you remember when you brought me my favorite food because my favorite character died? Or how whenever we’re in a crowd you put your hand behind your back for me to hold so we don’t get separated?” He wants to smile, thinking back to those moments, but remembering the things he said the other day stops him.

“But I’ve been so horrible to you recently.”

“You haven’t been horrible, Keiji. You’ve just got a lot going on up there. There’s no pressure to tell me about it, but I’m here and I’m not leaving unless you really want me to.” 

Nothing else had to be said. He leans forward and rests his head on your shoulder. Your arm goes around him, a physical affirmation that your words are true. One talk wasn’t going to solve everything. The self-doubt would still be there, and they might always be. But he felt comfort in the fact that he could share more with you without that fear of bringing you down with him.

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