#big romcom energy with her

[vvisteriagrows]

open to : any ! muse : beatriz molina, 24, private tutor plot : ' i have a favorite spot to go on all of these shitty first dates and you keep ending up as my waiter / waitress '

the wine is cheap and the lights are dim, a dangerous combination when she'd already lost track of the names and faces who have sat across from her in this very booth. it's a dizzying merry - go - round of potential suitors, and her friends are unrelenting, so she may as well enjoy a few decent meals in the process. idle hands pluck at a piece of bread and leave scraps of crust scattered across her plate. she waits, and waits. and for a glimmering moment, she wonders if she's been granted reprieve. as her water is topped - off, she hums. " sorry if you've started placing bets on me back in the kitchen — i may be dining alone tonight. "

[psycholuvrgirl]

the black t-shirt

featuring... megumi!

summary: megumi wears your favorite shirt to movie night and you can't help but notice.

warnings: NSFW content; p in v, unprotected sex (all characters are aged up)

a/n: extra post because this is a self-indulgent fic i wrote all because i love megumi in his damn big black shirt. like... LOOK AT HIM!!!!

most girls like their boyfriends in a fitted t-shirt or shirtless, something that showed off their form.

and while you enjoy those things too, what you love most of all is when megumi wears his large black t-shirt. that one that he drowns in ever so slightly, where the sleeves fall down to his forearms and the extra fabric falls well below where his pants begin.

so when your boyfriend strolls into the common room after his shower, hair still damp with that damn big t-shirt on, you nearly choke on the popcorn you and nobara are already making progress on. he gives you a casual smile and takes his seat on the floor next to you.

“what movie are we watching again?” he asks.

you blink a few times at him, your brain a little hazy with arousal. “um… i’m not too sure.”

“you picked it,” nobara says through a mouthful of popcorn.

“it’s a romcom!” yuuji exclaims cheerfully. everyone turns to him with weird looks and his eyes widen momentarily. he crosses his arms over his chest, slumping on the couch. “i mean… it’s some stupid romcom.”

“right…” maki says, rolling her eyes.

“salmon roe,” toge says.

“everyone quiet! the movie’s starting!” panda says.

with every ounce of self-control that you have, you force your eyes onto the screen rather than on your boyfriend. you swallow thickly, pulling a blanket over your legs as if it might suffocate your arousal.

megumi only makes matters worse by scooting closer, grabbing the edge of the blanket, and covering his own legs with it too. his side is now flush with yours, arms bumping into each other gently. his large, warm hand finds home on your thigh and he gently massages the flesh. you look down at your covered lap, then up at him. feeling your eyes on him, he turns to you.

“you okay?” he asks, furrowing his brows as if he’s trying to read your mind.

you nod. “perfect.”

he studies your face for a beat longer, eyes searching for the answers you won’t give him. he nods slowly and turns back to the movie. his hand doesn’t move from your thigh. in fact, his thumb starts to rub slow, absentminded circles over the bare skin that falls right below your sleep shorts. the movement sends waves of heat through your body that you can barely contain.

it takes everything in you to keep your attention on the movie, but you can’t even remember the title of it now. characters are talking to each other. arguing? laughing? it’s all distant under the hammering of your pulse in your ears.

you’re not sure how long you manage to hold out. a lot longer than you expect, but you’re still sneaking glances at megumi when he’s not paying attention.

the movie plays on, but the warmth of megumi’s thigh pressed against yours and the slow, casual circles his thumb is rubbing on your leg is short-circuiting your brain. you force yourself to chew popcorn just to seem normal, although your appetite for food vanished the moment he saw down next to you.

every now and then megumi will lean forward to grab some popcorn or shift slightly to get comfortable, and every little movement causes that damn shirt to shift with him. it rides up, hangs from his shoulder, stretches before falling loose again. it’s all a real problem.

you try your best to act normal. you laugh when something funny happens on screen, occasionally make comments to nobara, but it’s getting harder. your voice is thin, body humming with energy. every brush of his hand is sending heat down your spine.

and you assume he doesn’t notice until you glance at him out of the corner of your eye and find that he’s not watching the movie. he’s watching you.

“what’s going on?” he asks softly, leaning in a little closer, keeping his voice low enough that only you can hear.

you blink. “nothing.”

“you’re acting weird.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you whisper back, a bit too defensively.

his brows pull together. he leans back to study your face more carefully. “you’re flushed.”

“i’m fine.”

“are you sick?” he asks, clearly more concerned than before.

you shake your head, glancing at the others as if they might save you. no one seems to be paying attention though. yuuji and panda are fully invested in the plot, maki has a drink in hand, nobara is scrolling through her phone, and toge is busying himself making another cup of tea.

megumi slides his hand from your thigh to your wrist, gently wrapping his fingers around it. “come with me.”

“what? why?”

“just for a second.”

you want to protest, but the concern in his voice is genuine and you know that if you say no he’ll only worry more. so you nod and let him tug you to stand up. everyone watches you two, but doesn’t say anything as you two exit the common room. megumi leads you quietly down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

“now tell me what’s going on,” he says gently.

you stand next to his bed, heart pounding. he’s facing you with arms crossed, the oversized black shirt hanging off him like a damn invitation.

you let out a slow breath. “i told you already. i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine. you’ve barely said anything since i sat down and you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

you groan and press your hands over your face. “megumi, please. just drop it.”

of course, he doesn’t. he takes a step closer, gently pulling your hands from your face. “talk to me baby.”

your eyes flick up to meet his and he freezes. something in his expression shifts, the confusion melting away into realization. his gaze trails over your face, then down, then back up again. his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“is this… about the shirt?”

you stay silent, but the look on your face is answer enough.

“i didn’t realize… i mean, i’ve worn this around you before—”

“and how did those nights turn out?” you challenge. “and it’s not just the shirt. your hair was all wet and you smell like that, and i’m trying to watch a damn movie with my friends two inches away from all of it.”

megumi blinks, flush blooming across his cheeks. he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “shit.”

you cross your arms, more frustrated at yourself than with him. “i was doing fine, you know, until you sat down and started rubbing my leg like it was nothing.”

he gives you a half-smile. “it was nothing.”

there’s a moment of quiet where the air between you two shifts. you can feel the electricity, the tightening of the silence between you. you watch megumi’s eyes dip down to your lips and stay there.

megumi steps forward, standing right in front of you now. close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off his body. his fingers brush your cheek, tracing slowly to your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“you’ve been like this since i sat down,” he murmurs, voice low. “you could’ve just said something.”

“it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to bring up,” you say. your breath catches as his thumb grazes your bottom lip. “you were just sitting there like it was nothing.”

he smirks, tilting his head. “so what? me wearing this shirt is your kryptonite?”

you glare at him. “don’t make fun of me.”

“i’m not,” he says, leaning in so his nose grazes yours. “i’m trying to figure out what i should do about it.”

his lips brush yours, just barely, enough to make you chase the contact. he pulls back with a little hum of amusement, clearly enjoying the way you squirm.

“megumi…”

he finally kisses you, slow and deep, swallowing down the breathless sound you make against his mouth. his hands slide to your waist, guiding you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his bed and you sink down with a quiet gasp. he doesn’t break the kiss as he follows you down, settling his body between your thighs and bracing himself with a hand beside your head.

he grinds down into you and it sends a jolt through your whole body. you can already feel how hard he is against you, even through both of your clothes.

“you really were losing your mind out there,” he says against your neck. “all that squirming.”

you whimper and he grins, something low and dark and utterly satisfied.

“you could’ve asked me to take care of it, you know?”

“i didn’t want them to know,” you whisper, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt.

“they still don’t,” he says, lips brushing over your ear. “but you’re not leaving this room until i’ve fixed your little problem.”

his shirt brushes your skin as he shifts above you, and it makes you feel crazed. like the thing that drove you insane is now trapping you underneath him. the heat of him, the weight of him, the way he moves like he knows exactly what you need… it leaves your head spinning.

he kisses down your neck, trailing lower as his hands tug at your clothes to slowly strip you down. his pace is agonizing, teasing. he keeps you breathless and needy, never giving you everything at once.

when you’re finally bare beneath him he leans back slightly, eyes dragging over your body like he’s committing it to memory.

“fuck,” he murmurs, “you look so pretty like this.”

he yanks off his clothes in a hurry before kissing you again—hungry now, deeper than before. he gently guides himself into you, slow and steady, holding your hips still when you try to list them to meet him.

“not yet,” he whispers. “i want to feel all of you.”

your hands scramble for something to hold onto, his back, the sheets, anything as he begins to move. the pace is slow but firm, every thrust drawing a soft moan from your throat.

he pins your wrists beside your head, leaning in close, and the low sound he makes when you clench around him is pure filth.

“you feel that?” his hips roll deep into yours. “that’s what happens when you hold back all night.”

you moan, helpless and desperate. his thrusts grow sharper, hungrier without losing his control. he watches every reaction, every twitch, every gasp, feeding off the way you fall apart beneath him. 

“you gonna be able to sit through the rest of the movie after this?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.

you can’t answer, not with words at least. you cry out, back arching off the bed, pushing your tits up towards him.

he grins. “didn’t think so.”

his mouth moves from your ear to your neck, kissing and biting at your soft skin as he moves inside you. he lets your wrists go and they immediately wrap around his back, scratching up and down his exposed skin. 

“you’ve been sitting out there all worked up.” he drags his lips down to your collarbone. “thinking i didn’t notice, but i saw you chewing your lip. felt your thighs squeeze together whenever i moved.”

he punctuates the words with a slow thrust that hits deep, your breath stuttering out of you.

“you like the shirt that much?” he asks, brushing his lips just above your breast. “you gonna lose it if i keep wearing it around you?”

you nod, voice breathless. “yes. yes, please, wear it every day—”

he chuckles, dark and amused. “desperate little thing.”

his mouth wraps around your nipple and your back arches, a whimper breaking free as his teeth graze the sensitive skin. he switches sides, teasing with his tongue and lips while his hips keep their rhythm. slow, deliberate thrusts that make you feel every inch of him.

“you’re so wet,” he growls. “fuck, you were probably soaked the second i walked in, huh?”

“i was,” you admit, flushed and wrecked. you dig your nails into his back, thighs trembling around his hips. “i couldn’t focus on—” you’re cut off by a particularly deep thrust, ripping a moan from your lips.

his pace speeds up, just enough to make the bed begin creaking underneath you both. he pushes your legs up, pinning them down at the knees with his hands on either side, spreading you wide open for him as he drives into you deeper. hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

your fingers tangle in the sheets, moaning loudly, completely at his mercy.

“look at you,” he says, voice low and ragged. “you’ve been falling apart since i sat down. now you’re shaking under me.”

“megumi—” you gasp, voice high and wrecked.

he leans down, pressing his chest to yours, lips brushing your ear. “come on, baby. i know you’re close. let go for me.”

your fingers grip his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist as his name spills from your lips in a mix of a sob and a moan. the orgasm is blinding and hot, crashing through you and making your entire body shake under the weight of him.

he doesn’t stop, coaxing every wave of pleasure with slow, grinding thrusts that have your nails dragging down his back. then you feel him pulse inside you, reveling in the sharp inhale he takes as he buries himself deep with a quiet, low groan. you whimper as he fills you up, gently fucking the cum back into you. he stills for a beat, catching his breath, body heavy and warm above you.

the room fills with your shared breathing and the gentle creak of the bed beneath you. 

megumi lets out a soft, breathless laugh and kisses your forehead. “you good?”

you blink up at him, dazed. “i think you broke me.”

“yeah?” he smirks and kisses the corner of your mouth.

you both lay there, tangled up in one another, for a while. your bodies are still warm, breath still uneven, the world outside the bedroom feeling nonexistent for a fleeting moment.

eventually, megumi shifts, brushing his fingers along your hip. “we should probably go back before they really start wondering.”

you groan. “i don’t even want to know how long we’ve been gone.”

“you’ll live,” he says, standing and pulling his shirt back on. you watch him with a tired, dreamy smile. you lick your lips when the shirt hangs loose on him again, the damn thing that started this all.

you both clean up quickly, getting somewhat presentable, though there’s a flushed glow that gives you both away. you both linger at the common room door for a moment, stealing a final kiss and trading a silent glance that says ‘act normal.’

when you reenter the common room the lights are dimmed low still, the volume just loud enough to fill the space. the movie’s still going, somewhere in the middle of an emotional montage. nobody really pays either of you much attention initially, although yuuji does lift an eyebrow briefly when megumi casually settles back down beside you, an arm slung around your shoulder. 

it’s then that you begin to over analyze. megumi’s hair is slightly messier now, like someone had tugged on it… which you very much had done. you tug the blanket a little higher when you notice the slight tremble of your legs continuing.

“everything alright?” nobara asks, glancing at you with a curious tilt of her head.

“yeah,” you say smoothly, curling under the blanket with megumi again. “we just had a talk.”

megumi nods. “she wasn’t feeling great. needed some air.”

“oh,” nobara says, sounding convinced enough. “feeling better?”

you nod and smile. “everything’s fine now.” your voice is calm and practiced.

toge offers you a mug of warm tea with a small smile, and you take it with a grateful nod, sipping carefully to occupy yourself and avoid any further questions.

the next few minutes are quiet, peaceful. you refocus on the screen, your body pleasantly warm and tired as you lean into megumi’s side. his thumb strokes your shoulder in slow, lazy circles that are more comforting than dangerous.

then it happens—the main couple on screen is suddenly tangled together in a hotel bed. there’s soft lighting, heavy breathing, whispered confessions. the scene is surprisingly drawn out, full of tension and teasing and half-lidded gazes. the sound of the protagonist moaning drags everyone into a sharp focus.

there’s a beat of awkward silence.

“okay…” yuuji says, “wow. that escalated quick.”

panda stifles a snort. nobara slowly turns to you and megumi, squinting.

maki speaks first, completely deadpan. “so. just a chat, huh?”

you stiffen.

“must’ve been one hell of a conversation,” panda adds, barely holding back his laughter.

yuuji leans forward, grinning. “wait… is that why it took you guys twenty-five minutes to come back?”

toge covers his face, but you can hear him wheezing softly behind his hand.

your mouth opens, then closes again.

megumi stays perfectly still beside you, his expression unreadable. then he raises his cup of tea to his lips and says calmly, “timing’s a bitch, huh?”

you choke on a laugh.

nobara hits you with a pillow. “i knew it!” she groans. “the moment you walked in here looking all dazed—”

“i looked fine!”

“you looked thoroughly handled,” she snaps.

yuuji bursts into laughter. “handled is exactly the word!”

you groan and bury your face in megumi’s shoulder. “can we just finish the movie in peace?”

“sure,” panda says. “but don’t be surprised if we all start mysteriously needing to talk one-on-one after this.”

you sigh, eyes on the screen, megumi’s hand now resting on your knee.

“next time,” you whisper to him, “you’re wearing a hoodie.”

he chuckles low in your ear. “no promises.”

[sleepynegress]

More on Annie and Mary...

Like the Twins...these two women are mirrors.

Both of their clothing colors reflect their respective twin lover.

Haint Blue for Annie, which feels reflective of both the indigo planted in the south and hoodoo, as a color painted on the ceiling of quite a few southern porches for protection.

....Shades of pink for Mary are colors that represent the contrast between the 'pure white,' acceptable womanhood she presents and the true self still coming through as a lighter diluted shade (clever-clever) of Stack's red.

They both perfectly match the energy of their twin, posturing and mouthy for Mary and Stack, more laidback in grown settled comfort for Annie and Smoke.

I also hope y'all recognize that *both* twins avoided their loves because of something substantial in the way of their own misguided care.

Stack insisted that Mary pass, which is an act of love in his eyes, so she could have a privileged life.

He didn't push her away because he didn't love her.

He pushed her away because he *did*.

In Smoke's case, it was because of the shared trauma with Annie of losing their infant son.

Again. I keep seeing takes that act like Stack didn't love Mary, but he absolutely pushed her to pass *because* he loved her.

She just didn't want to pass because of her stubborn love for him, and called his bluff.

It's clear these vamps don't have glamour powers, or they would have gotten invited in easier.

And don't forget that Stack and Mary's liaison with what one tiktoker called a symbolic pact spell (and I agree!), in that bit with the 🤤...At least the *human* aspects, were consensual.

Smoke and Annie aren't necessarily meant to be seen as the better pairing, IMO...just a contrast.

The fact that Smoke left Annie, while she performed most of the spiritual care and emotional labor alone...even after their shared loss (though Smoke did respect the charms enough to wear and take care of it until he no longer needed it).

Still, they are both apt reflections of the men they both love. And like the brothers, they are opposite sides of the coin. Where Annie calmly imparts spiritual warding clues, Mary is full of blunt verbal bite.

Where Annie is resourceful and wise, Mary is misguided in her attempt to use her white presentation to be protective of her "kin".

I'm gonna say something else you may not like but it is rarer to see Black men with attractive white women in love contexts, in mainstream media than the other way around, because white men tend to steer the gaze in that space...Which is why if there is interracial love portrayed it's usually a WOC, and most often she is ambiguous in appearance. I'll never forget the weird racist incel posts about Finn and Rey in The Force Awakens (whew!).

Mind you, I've already explained the proper gaze within the text of the movie in that time and space Mississippi in 1932, for Mary is a white-presenting Black woman because that one drop rule was very much in effect and violently enforced if white people found out they were "tricked". ...And thankfully, (and with much earned respect, people rarely correct themselves on social media) Cindy Noir also took back her post insisting that Stack wasn't in love with that "white woman".

I am old enough to remember both my white passing elders and black listings for the rare white actress who played a Black man's love interest in film (as in they did not work after even "playing" that back in the day).

So, though the entire movie is gonna catch strays from racists, I guarantee some very salty nazi incels are big mad about H. Steinfeld and also coming for her..

As for Annie, I'd like to hope to continue to see her be part of a reset for standards of beauty in love and love scenes. Wunmi is just so objectively stunning in whatever context... I am WILLING her to star in a traditional romcom or pure romance with a hot lead. It's just so much baggage entangled in the gaze on both leading women, I wanted to get this down.

[starkenobi]

HERO 4 HIRE | Chapter One { nice to meet ya }

masterlist — the pitt x avengers crossover masterlist

Pairing: Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x former avenger!reader.

Summary: There's a new regular in The Pitt, a woman prone to stumbles and misfortunes. She always comes when her wounds need stitching and wearing fading bruises, to the point Robby's getting worried. Until her face is all over the news: former avenger tears down crimelord and political connections.

tags: strangers to lovers; violence; injuries; mature; romcom.

a/n: got a bit carried away with the drama, but I hope you guys enjoy this first part! oh, and a special thank you to @jupitersmoon167 for helping me choose reader superhero name!

word count: 4.9k.

— this fic is dedicated to my bestfriend @faethbees luv ya 💜

You showed up one morning, in the quiet period between chaos and the first wave of people from the waiting room. Whitaker came closer to the nurses’ station to find Robby, a worried expression on his face and asking for help evaluating a case. There’s something off, he whispered, don't think she's telling the truth about how she got hurt.

Entering the room, Robby came face to face with a dislocated nose, a cut on the eyebrow, a busted lip and hand with scratches. Adding the old purple bruise in the right eye, it was hard to believe a word you said. A clumsy person that's trying to make big on the fighting ring. It was odd, but they couldn't do much. You were lucid and calm, despite the tiredness, you didn't show any behavior that could confirm their suspicions. So they discharged you like any other patient, quickly forgetting what happened.

Until you showed up again two weeks later.

With a new black eye starting to swell and bruised knuckles.

Then just two days later.

Bruised ribs and a concussion.

And then again one week later.

Sprained foot, bloody knuckles and bloody mouth.

After almost four months of collecting small injuries that required at least three stitches, you officially became a new regular. And with each passing day, Robby became even more worried. To the point where he started thinking about you even outside of his work hours.

He went to work every day wondering if he would find you still alive on his next shift.

The worst part? It seemed like only he cared about your wellbeing, struggling to maintain a professional approach while you kept flirting with him. You were friendly, an extrovert, almost like an orange cat – not a golden retriever, there was a dangerously craziness energy in you, not a silly playful one.

You always showed up around the same time, between the waves of patients, sometimes even carrying a bag full of food for the ed team – something Robby could never understand how you could get it. Other times, you brought coffee especially for him, followed by a ‘you’re the only one, handsome’ or something like ‘just a thank you for your magic hands last time’.

So you talked and flirted, and seemed to quickly know everyone within the department. You gossiped with Perlah and Princess as if you were long-time friends. Even Myrna knew who you were and had a special scandalous nickname for you (Baby Maso).

You were everywhere, but no one seemed to know any deep information about you or your life.

You were an enigma.

A puzzle he couldn't figure out.

A beautiful riddle that he wanted to get his hands on and solve.

Sometimes he had to fight the desire to shut you up with a kiss.

And that's a big damn problem.

“Your Rocky Balboa is here," Jack said as a greeting when he saw Robby approaching.

Robby sighed. "How bad is it this time?"

"Well, stitches on forehead, stitches on right cheek, stitches on left arm, stitches for a stab in the hand. And one dislocated right shoulder.” Jack enumerated. "I must say, looks like gang shit, brother."

Nodding slowly, Robby sighed again. "I know, but the police disagree."

Jack looks at him with raised brows. "For real?"

"Yeah, some detective came here. I reported her on the second visit, y'know?" Robby rubbed his face, already feeling tired and his shift hadn't even started yet. "The detective took her, said he'd keep an eye on her. Then, when I called him again, he said she was telling the truth and just to patch her up."

"Not at all suspicious." Jack whistled low, then got his backpack and threw over his shoulder. "Alright, I'm out. She's on her usual spot, sleeping."

Robby nodded, sighing for a third time. "Thanks, brother. Rest well, see you later."

He slowly made his way to the nurses' station, Dana nodded her head pointing somewhere behind her.

"Don't even bother going to see her. She's gone."

Robby blinked at her slowly. "What the hell?"

"Yeah, Whitaker went there to offer coffee and found the bed empty." Dana said, a knowing smile on her lips, sliding a paper towards him. "She left this, though."

Grabbing the piece of paper, Robby looked for a long moment, then looked to the ceiling as if he would find the answers there.

'See you soon, handsome. I'll bring coffee next time.'

You showing up during the night shift for the first time was a sign from the universe that Robby didn't catch. The following visits to the Pitt were before sunrise, and your injuries got progressively worse.

And whatever you were doing was starting to get to you. Emotionally and psychologically, as if physically wasn't enough. It was easier to notice your exhaustion, like you didn't get a chance to relax properly for just one minute.

“I'm telling you, man, I saw her somewhere before.” Shen insisted, after the ninth time you crashed into the night shift. “I think I've heard her voice on the news.”

Ellis rolled her eyes. “Why would she be on the news?”

“Dunno, can't remember.” Shen shrugged, attention returning to bed 13, where Jack was stitching you up. “Is she sleeping?”

“Yeah, think so.” Ellis answered, a bit of wonder on her face.

“Broken arm and broken fingers? A sprained foot, bruised ribs and several cuts? She's part of a fight club like Brad Pitt.” The younger attending conspired, crossing his arms as he took turns looking at the board and bed 13.

“Dr. Robby is going to flip tomorrow.” Ellis stated.

That night, Jack thought for a fleeting moment to report you again. Worried about what you got yourself into, but mostly important, worried about the effect you had on Robby's life. In the end, he didn't call anyone. Not even Robby. He let you sleep once again, waking you up before the day shift came. At least, both of you agreed that sometimes Robby didn't need to see how in bad shape you were.

Smiling in gratitude, you walked out silently and disappeared discreetly. No hesitation, even with all your injuries. Jack knew that kind of walk, that kind of behavior. He's seen this before, and deep down he wished to be wrong.

You were back to the ER two weeks later, during the day shift. It was a curse and a blessing. Limping, the cast on your arm shattered, busted lip and a nose bleeding. Dana was the first to notice you, but Princess was the quickest to move to search for Robby.

“Welcome back to the living hours, darling.” Dana greeted, meeting you halfway and turning you to room 8. Her trained eyes quickly evaluated you from head to toes. Nodding to herself, the charge nurse declared, “Robby will be here soon.”

You frowned. “Can't you call, I dunno, Samira?”

“No can do,” Dana shrugged. From where she was standing in the doorway, she could see Princess pointing in her direction and soon Robby was striding over with a worried expression on his face. “Your doctor is already here.”

“Dana, please-”

The charge nurse ignored your call and left you behind, with no time or route to escape, soon enough you were staring into a pair of sad brown eyes. You don't say anything, keeping your mouth shut for the first time since meeting him. Robby let out a shaky breath, trying to compose himself. Then his eyes roamed over your body, categorizing each wound by priority level.

“Dr. Santos, since you're here, get the necessary supplies to take care of the patient.” Robby ordered, his eyes still locked on you.

You arched an eyebrow, surprised for not having noticed the younger woman's silent approach, but incapable of breaking Robby's stare. Without saying anything, he stepped closer and reached for your face. His touch was gentle, tilting your face to assess the bleeding from your nose.

“Does it hurt?” Robby asked quietly.

His somber expression made you swallow your sassy comment, and whisper cautiously, “No, not anymore.”

He nodded, but you knew he didn't believe you. Robby shifted his eyes lower, narrowing as he noticed the rip in the right thigh of your cargo pants. “And your leg?”

“Fell down funny, but nothing broken or needing stitches.” you answered trustfully, holding back the need to shrug because you knew Robby wouldn't appreciate it.

Letting his hands fall off your face, you instantly missed his touch and warmth. Robby stepped back when Santos returned to the room. He watched the intern arrange the material and put the gloves on, then turned away, declaring a simple, “Dr. Santos, let me know when you finish her treatment. I'll see how the others are.”

“This was as good as a trainwreck,” Santos stated bluntly.

You snorted humorously. “I shouldn't have come.”

Santos didn't comment right away, choosing to wipe the blood from your face. When you were clean and she deemed the bleeding had actually stopped, she muttered closely. “He's always worried about you, y'know? At least when you come, he's sure you're still alive.”

You didn't need to ask her who she meant, it was clear enough. And it made you feel guilty for creating such a deep bond with him. At first, it wasn't anything, just you being silly and trying to distract yourself a little in the middle of the chaos you were in. Of course things quickly changed, there was a spark and connection. You felt greedy coming to The Pitt to get a little dose of Robby. Maybe you were being only selfish in the end.

A voice startled you from your thoughts. “Why can't you listen to me for once, troublemaker?”

Your head snapped towards the voice at the same time Santos turned around. Leaning on the doorframe was the detective responsible for you. You groaned. “Francis, what are you doing here?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Take a guess, silly.”

“He called you?” you shouldn't feel offended nor sad about the fact, but something inside you didn't like it one bit.

Santos whistled. “Trainwreck.”

You looked incredulously at her. The intern didn't look back, focusing on renewing the cast on your arm.

“He wasn't ratting you out, in fact, he asked me why I wasn't doing my job properly.” Clint had the audacity to snicker, but composed himself after seeing your glare. Clearing his throat, he stated. “I'll give you a ride home.”

Saluting with two fingers, Clint walked away, probably to make a fool of himself to the nurses.

Nine minutes later Robby was back. An unreadable expression on his face and gloved hands. He watched Santos finish the cast on your arm in silence. A tall imposing figure at her back. And when she moved to see your thigh, Robby stopped her.

“Dr Mohan needs help to speed up the treatment of the patients.”

Santos opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but decided against it in the end. Nodding, she glanced at you before leaving in hurried steps.

There's a short pause.

“Do you want me to take off my pants, doc?”

“Jesus Christ,” Robby exhaled shakily, sliding a hand across his face.

“It's fine, I'm wearing lace.” You said softly, giving him a flirtatiously smile.

Robby squared his shoulders, stepping up and standing dangerously too close. His ears and neck turned red. He warned huskily, “Behave.”

You nodded and stayed quiet. Realizing that you would obey his warning, he checked your thigh with a feather-light touch. Robby sighed after noticing the angry bruise.

“I'm sorry for making you worry all the time,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual.

Robby took a breath, nodding once. His brown sad eyes staring at your soul. “Are you ever going to tell me the truth?”

Of course he would ask that. You knew that everyone in that ER pretended to believe in your lie (because they couldn't think of a loophole thanks to Clint coming to rescue you). Unfortunately, you couldn't risk telling him what you were really doing in Pittsburgh. Risk him. It was safer for him to think you were a gang member. Or a lunatic. He'd never survive if he knew the mess you were trying to clean up.

So you decided on a promise, you owned him at least that. “Yes, Michael.”

“But not now.”

“No.”

Not wanting to push, he excused himself. “I'll prepare your discharge papers.”

Robby didn't return with the papers.

Clint was the one to come get you, papers in hand. When you got out of the room, Robby was nowhere to be found. So you accepted defeat with a heavy heart, and left without looking back.

Meanwhile, Robby was sitting alone in the break room, cup full of coffee to try and drown his worries.

“She's gone.” Dana declared as she opened the door, raised eyebrow and a knowing look in her eyes. “Thought you'd wanna know the coast is clear, so you can stop hiding.”

“I'm not hiding,” Robby lifted the coffee he was holding. “See, I'm taking five to recharge.”

“The detective is handsome, right?” Frank joined them at the break room, a little smirk on his lips. “Blonde, fit, husky voice, blue eyes…”

“Came running to her rescue like those movie heartthrobs.” Dana sassed.

“Fuck.” Robby groaned, standing up and swiftly walking between them to get back to work.

Frank called after him, “Just saying!”

Like other times, you didn't come back to the follow-up care. However, Robby felt in his gut something was definitely wrong. The detective didn’t answer his calls, but sent an ominous text saying you were fine and staying low, whatever the hell that meant. The routine in the ER continued, forcing Robby to focus on patients and the chaotic rush of managing residents, interns and students. The worst part was when he was home alone. He tried to drown his thoughts and worries about you with housework and sleep.

You were gone for two months. Robby wasn't sleeping well, he felt like a ticking time bomb. And it got worse with Dana and Jack constantly asking if he was okay. He definitely wasn't. Detective Francis came by once during the night shift, handed over a note signed by you. Robby asked Dana to read it first, his heart clenching in his chest as he waited for the worst. He was always expecting the worst. When he heard Dana laugh, he felt his shoulders slump in sheer anxiety.

'Broke my old phone. And then noticed that I never directly gave my number to you. I'll be quitting my job soon. So let’s go out on a date, okay? I’ll wear something nice just for you.'

You were trouble. So much trouble. You’re gonna be the death of him. But that stupid note made him smile and feel like he was his stupid 20s something all over again. He texted you a simple ‘behave’ and kept smiling for the rest of the shift. Robby didn't even mind Dana and Jack teaming up to make fun of him. He went home making planes, thinking that maybe, just maybe, everything's going to finally work out for him. After almost one year of you turning his mind upside down, he should known better.

Night shift was finally slowing down around midnight, only two patients were staying until morning. Jack was updating the charts while Shen and Ellis bickered over some dumb shit they saw online when the radio crackled to life. Woman with multiple trauma, in her 30s, crashing down. ETA 3 minutes. The team was quickly to move.

Shen and Ellis went outside to help the emts with the victim. Jack stood back to prepare the trauma bay with the rest of the staff. No one was prepared to see you on the stretcher, completely covered in blood, unconscious and at death's door. Jack felt like he had been thrown back to when he was out in the field saving soldiers years ago.

“Bridget, call Robby now!” Jack yelled, his voice hard and determined.

Jack always knew this moment would come, at least it was him taking you to the OR. And he knew that whatever happened there, Robby needed to be here too. Robby would never recover if he wasn't by your side at a critical moment like this. Would never forgive himself. In the mean time, Jack would gladly Jack would gladly take the burden of opening your chest, to stop the internal bleeding, search all the bullets, cauterize all your wounds, fix your broken bones, make your heart beat with his own hands. It took hours, but Jack wouldn't lose you at that table.

Robby arrived in the ER like a raging river. Bloodshot eyes, hyperventilating, trembling hands, messed hair. He didn’t hear or see anyone around him, no one was capable of preventing him from reaching the OR. The worst part? He didn’t scream or cry out loud, his legs just gave up right there at the door.

He watched silently as Jack, Shen, Ellis and Walsh worked together with the rest of the team to save you. Rocking back and forth, Robby covered his ears but was unable to look away. There was so much blood. It was as bad as Pittfest, maybe worse, because all that blood covering the floor was just yours.

“Please. Oh, God. Please. Not her too. Not her.” Robby repeated in a weak voice, drowned out by all the chaos.

It wasn't until he came face to face with Jack that he realized you were no longer at the table. He felt all the air escape him, heart in his throat. There was a ringing in his ear, he couldn't understand what Jack was trying to say. Robby closed his eyes, trying to breathe through the nose. Then, he looked into Jack's eyes for answers.

“She’s fine, brother. She’s alive. Breathe. We’ve got her.” Jack repeated over and over, waiting for Robby to come to his senses.

He sucked in a breath, hands clasping on Jack’s shoulders. “She’s safe?”

“Yeah, brother.” Jack nodded, watching him closely. He held Robby by his arms and helped him get up. “We took her to the pedes room, for privacy and safety. She’s gonna stay with us.”

“What the hell happened?” Robby questioned, dragging his hands on his face before looking around the now empty OR.

“I don’t know, man.” Jack shook his head, at loss. Then added, “I asked Shen and Ellis to find out, thought. Let’s get out of here. Wanna see her?”

“Yeah,” he answered softly.

Jack accompanied him to the pedes in silence. When they stopped walking, Jack looked at him carefully. “She’s sleeping now, so stay as longer you need and then meet me at the hub.”

Left alone, Robby took several deep breaths before finally opening the door and getting inside the pedes room. You were right in the middle, lying in bed with an oxygen mask and wires connecting you to the machines. He slowly came closer, standing beside your bed. His eyes analyzed every bruise, every detail. with trembling fingers, he caressed your face and brushed away the hair that had fallen into your face. You were gone for two long months and now you were there. He almost lost you on the same day his heart had filled with hope of having a chance with you. A broken laugh escaped him, the overwhelming turmoil of the situation catching him once again.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Robby whispered wrecked, eyes still wet from all the tears and voice raw of emotion. He leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

He didn’t linger. Opting to search for Jack and get answers. He took one last look at you and carefully closed the door behind him. He found Jack and the others with one of the tv of the hub turned on the news. Frowning, Robby hurried his steps.

'Former avenger member known as Shrike tears down crimelord, and brings to light political corruption and executives connections linked to the growing wave of violence and crime in Pittsburgh. Witnesses at the scene helped the hero who was seriously injured in the aftermath, but no one knows where she was taken. What we know is that Shrike's face is all over social media for the first time after bravely using her helmet to disarm a criminal who was holding a child hostage–'

“Oh Lord,” Robby gasped, the world around him tilting down. He closed his eyes tight, hands supporting his weight on the nurse’s station.

“I knew it!” Shen squealed somewhere behind him, voice full of enthusiasm. “I said I heard her voice on the news!”

“Shut up, Shen.” Ellis elbowed him hard in the stomach. Shen let out a faint grunt of discomfort but fell silent.

Jack came closer, standing beside him and squeezing his shoulder. “She’s gonna be okay, brother.”

“I could have lost her and I wouldn’t have know.” Robby whispered, mind still reeling trying to process all the situation. “All this time I thought-”

“Does it matter now?” Jack tilted his head, trying to make eye contact with his friend, a serious expression on his face. “You can't blame yourself for a disguise she created for safety.”

Suddenly, rushing through the ambulance area, Detective Francis materialized in front of them. No, not detective Francis. Clint Barton, the avenger Hawkeye. He was still dressed in his suit, but he was carrying the famous purple bow and arrows. Robby was glad that the ER had reached a lull, with few patients to witness the situation.

“How is she?” Clint asked, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head and squinting his eyes because of the bright light. “Got held up finishing the cleaning.”

“You.” Robby hissed.

Clint raised an eyebrow, scratching his chin unperturbed. “Yeah?”

Jack sighed. “She had surgery and is under observation. She lost a lot of blood, we removed seven bullets. Her right arm was broken in three places, had a deep cut on her temple and head trauma.”

“Well, it could be worse.” Clint nodded, shoulders relaxing. He offered a crooked smile, “She’s had worse, actually. But thank you for taking care of her stubborn ass.”

“He's so cool,” Shen whispered to Ellis, but loud enough to be heard.

Everyone ignored Shen’s comment.

“I'll take you to where she is,” Jack offered, hand pointing to the path in invitation. “I think it's best not to draw any unwanted attention right now.”

“Right.” Clint sighed, starting to follow Jack. Stopping abruptly to face Robby. “For what it’s worth, she took your safety into consideration. It's personal to her.”

The hero then followed Jack's footsteps again, disappearing down the hallway to the most secluded and discreet room in the ER.

Robby let out a shaky breath, leaning forward again, tense shoulders and head in hands. He felt like shit. Emotions and reason at war inside him. He kept repeating in his mind that she's alive, she's alive, she's alive, she’s alive like a mantra. But he remained afraid that he would wake up at any moment and be told that she had died on the trauma table.

Jack found him a few minutes later, at the ambulance entrance, sitting against the hospital wall. Knees close to the chest, arms resting on his legs and hands holding his head. Getting closer, he noticed that Robby had tears on his face, but he wasn't crying desperately like before. Jack stopped beside him, leaning against the wall, and drew in a long breath. Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was already two in the morning.

“She’s awake,” he informed, an incredulous huff escaped him. “The cut on her temple is superficial now.”

Robby snapped his head up, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“The little shit has a slight better healing metabolism, according to the hawkguy.” Jack shook his head, still not believing everything that happened. “Not like the crazy dude called dead something, or like Captain America, but there’s something. That’s what he said.”

Throwing his hands up, Robby cursed softly. “It just gets better and better the emotional rollercoaster.”

“Go home, brother.” Jack said, after looking at his friend for a long moment. “Try to rest a bit before your shift.”

Robby nodded once, slowly getting up from the ground. “Yeah, guess I’ll need all the rest I can get.” Glancing at Jack, he smiled faintly. “Thank you for calling me.”

“See you in the morning.” Jack replied, tilting his head in acknowledgement.

Rest was forced due to exhaustion. Robby barely touched the bed and passed out, everything that happened that night catching him as a wrecking ball. Four hours of sleep later, he was re-entering the ED grounds. The place bursting with energy more than normal, night shift and day shift staff completely agitated.

Dana approached him before he could reach the hub, her expression a mix of seriousness teetering on the edge of mischief. “Glad you decided to join us. Your circus has been on fire for too long already.”

Confusion settled onto his features, “I didn't get enough sleep to deal with any shit before clock in.”

“Oh, you're going to want to get involved in this one.” Dana snickered with a smirk. “Pedes room rings you a bell?”

Robby straightens up at that, glancing worriedly at the nurse charge. When she didn’t elaborate, he changed his route. Hurried his steps towards the pedes, throwing his backpack in the locker on the way. Jack was already there, standing at the pedes’ door with Shen and Perlah.

“What’s going on?” Robby asked, worried eyes trying to catch a glimpse inside.

Jack held up a hand to stop him, “She’s awake and has visitors-”

“I should make a birdcage and lock you two in there! That's not being careful!” a male voice boomed inside the room, making Jack fall silent. Despite the volume, the voice sounded more worried and exasperated than anything. “That's why I created your fucking suit, to avoid shit like this!”

“What the fuck?” Robby muttered.

Shen giddly chimed in, “Tony Stark in the flesh, dude.”

“He came from the roof not even twenty minutes ago.” Perlah informed dutifully, arms crossed.

“It's time enough,” Robby muttered.

The door opened suddenly. Tony who was about to leave stopped abruptly. He looked from Jack to Robby, and then Shen and Perlah, before his focus returned to the two senior attendants.

“I’ll be contacting the hospital for a donation to the ED as a thank you.” Tony declared simply, he glanced inside the room towards the bed before fixing Robby with curious eyes. “Take good care of her, that's my only warning.”

Without missing a beat, you hissed behind him. “Tony!”

“That’s my cue, I know the way out.”

And just like that Tony Stark, the famous IronMan, passed like a hurricane. Clint was the next to come to the door, a tired expression on his features. “Thanks again, guys. I’ll be going too for now. Gotta sleep.”

“You were drooling not even half an hour ago!” You retaliated, arms crossed petulantly.

“She’s all yours, man.” Clint said, clapping Robby’s shoulder and ignoring you. He then turned to Jack, “Can you help me gather everyone of the night shift? Wanna know everyone’s names.”

It was obvious why the hero was asking that. So Jack just nodded, and tilted his head for Shen and Perlah to go with him. The four of them quickly left Robby alone with you. He remained rooted in the doorway, staring at you on the bed. Looking breathtaking. As if you hadn't given him a terrible panic attack out of fear of losing you forever before he even had the chance to hold you.

“Are you going to stand there forever?”

You asked, eyes full of vulnerability. He didn’t answer out loud, just crossed the threshold and closed the door. He came closer with careful steps, taking one of your hands into his. You stared at each other in silence, then Robby brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Please, don’t scare me like this again.” he pleaded. “I thought I was going to lose.”

You drew a sharp breath. “Michael-”

“I know you had to do what was necessary, sweetheart.” He cut you off softly, kissing the palm of your hand before bringing to his face. “I’m proud of you, don't get me wrong. But you’re important to me.”

“So,” you started, using your hand holding him to tilt his face down towards you, nose brushing against his. “You already know everything?”

“That you’re the amazing Shrike? That I want to know you inside out? Date you? Love you?” Robby whispered on your lips, almost touching. “Yeah, I already know.”

You closed the distance and kissed him, heart fluttering overwhelmed with emotion. His arms held with care, but he kissed you back all-consuming. Months of pent up emotions and tension pouring into the kiss. He licked hotly into your mouth before breaking the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours, sighing deeply in contentment.

“What do you think about home-cooked meal on a first date?” Robby breathed, one eyebrow shooting up in amused curiosity.

“If it's you, Michael, then it's perfect.” You whispered sweetly.

“Good, because you’re not leaving my sight anytime soon.”

Your laughter echoed through the room, making Robby smile goofily. Yeah, maybe, just maybe everything's going to finally work out.

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[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse ii); s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first interacted with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo and reader saving a kitten (a moment straight out of a romcom for sure), not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: truly didn't think the first part to this anthology series would gain such attention! thank u for that! again, these can be read as a standalone (or connected to this one, but you don't have to read it); enjoy and lmk if u want more!

It was this specific cherry blossom tree Satoru always found you under. The one Kento mentioned the first time he ever asked him about you. If you weren't busy with training or missions, or enjoying life outside the jujutsu world, he found you there. Although there was an array of trees, there was one specific one you seemed to gravitate towards. 

He wasn't sure if it was the specific spot that had good lighting for when you wanted to read or sketch in your little book, or maybe it was the way the roots formed a perfect spot to sit in between... whatever it was, he knew it to be your tree. Even when you weren't around. There was something... welcoming about it. Whenever he walked by with Suguru and Shoko nearby, or whenever he was aimlessly wandering around, he always found himself peeking in its direction, hoping you were sitting underneath it. 

For a confident young man, it took Gojo some time to make his way to you. Claiming to love you when he hadn't even uttered a word in your direction was bold, even going as far as believing you were his soulmate was quite the exaggeration. So why was it hard for him to simply say hello? 

Maybe it was because he wasn't a simple person. Nothing about Gojo Satoru screamed simple. He was anything but that. Yet, a task as easy as that—which came naturally to any other girl around him—was a hassle. Each time he thought he found the courage to step up, he let his racing heart deter him. 

That was until you made the first move. 

It caught him completely off guard, the way you gently tapped his arm from behind, peeking up at him with that sweet smile of yours. His heart did somersaults, his eyes widened behind his round frames, so big that his shades couldn't even hide them. He had been on one of his little walks, new treat in hand that Shoko bribed him with in order to practice her reverse curse technique on him. He was bored, completing his missions and not having much to train on when he already excelled at everything. 

At everything except talking to the girl of his dreams. 

"Hi," you kindly greeted, smile reaching your eyes. Oh, god, you were an angel. A being descended from up above. How could you exist so easily in such a cruel world? He needed to protect you, right? Even if he could see your cursed energy oozing out so brightly. You must've been powerful, something he never considered, always looking at you like you were some little bunny to keep in his pocket... not one who could possibly kick the shit out of him (if he'd let you and he definitely would). "Can you help me out?"

"Pretty..." the words slipped his mouth before he could even process them. Quickly sealing his lips and clearing his throat as you tilted your head, Satoru straightened his back. "What is it?"

Dismissing the sudden word vomit, assuming he was in his own world, you pointed to the left of you. "I sit under those trees, but I keep hearing soft meows coming from one of them. I'm too short to reach... do you think—"

"Yes," the white haired young man instantly nodded as you blinked. Without a second word, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the tree that you claimed your own. 

You, a bit baffled, were unsure as to how exactly he knew which tree you had been pointing at when it was a general direction. Yet, there he was, approaching the tree you were referring to. "It's quite high up, but you're very tall!" You called out before following after him, lightly jogging to catch up before stopping behind him as he eyed the tree. 

In reality, Gojo didn't think any of it through. He just wanted to say yes to be around you, to hear you speak more. Not... to climb up a tree to save a stray kitten. But, whatever made him look better in his eyes, he didn't mind. 

"Be careful!" You exclaimed as you watched him make his way up the tree, no hesitations. You were a bit surprised that someone so easily wanted to help you save a cat. Maybe he liked animals, too?

Or maybe he was a fool madly in love with you—you wouldn't know this yet. 

"Oh, there! You've got 'em!" You clapped as you watched the uniformed young man gently reach for and latch onto the small, white kitten. 

"Ah, don't worry, I'm only here to help you," Gojo said, carefully pulling the kitten towards himself. "I've got you, you're safe now. I just gotta figure out—"

"Watch out!" You shrieked.

"Shit!" Satoru yelped as he lost his balance, clutching the kitten close as he slipped from the branch. Landing with a loud thud, followed by several groans of pain (and pure embarrassment... when did he ever make himself look like a complete fool?!), Gojo rolled around with his eyes closed. 

"Are you alright?!" You panicked, rushing over and kneeling at his side, gently lifting his head with one hand as your other pressed carefully against his shoulder, eyeing his body for any wounds. 

"Agh... dammit..." he grunted, eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the brightness of the sun. Blinking a few times, blurred vision focusing, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. Your hair that was usually held back by its ribbon, cascaded around your face as a few strands slipped out from the ponytail. With eyebrows narrowed and a look of worry on his face, Satoru's embarrassment turned into that of timidness. You were engulfed by the sunlight, glowing like the angel you were. "Gosh, you're so pretty..."

"Are you okay?" You asked in a panic, his mumbled words coming off too slurred to understand. "Did you hit your head too hard?"

Shaking his head as he forced himself to sit up, Gojo rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "No, 'm fine..." he sighed before looking down at his hands to the kitten. "So is this little guy."

Turning your attention from the white haired young man, to the matching kitten, you gasped, "what a hero!"

Grinning and feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, Gojo shrugged, "eh, ''twas nothing..."

"You almost broke a few bones, though..." you frowned, looking back at him. 

"I'm tough," he brushed off before turning to face you. Now eye to eye, the sudden confidence instantly sizzled away as he gazed at you from up close. A sudden silence weaved between the two of you as your eyes locked, nothing but the sounds of nature and the kittens purring filled the air. "I..."

"Um..."

"You should keep it," Satoru suddenly said, handing you the kitten. "Deserves a nice home."

"Oh, me?" You asked as you took the kitten in your hands, caressing its soft, white fur. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't be a good dad," he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You... You'd be a great mom to it, I'm sure."

Eyeing the kitten, then looking back up at him, you smiled, "we can coparent."

At your offer, Gojo gulped. "Co... parent?"

"Yeah, like, help me out with..." lifting the kitten up, you squinted your eyes, "her."

"I... I don't know much about taking care of animals but I can try and help as much as I can," he offered, scratching his head nervously. 

Smiling, you brought the kitten close to your chest, "you saved her from a tree, I'm sure she will remember that."

"Yeah, maybe," Satoru blushed.

Looking down at the kitten as you pet her, listening to her gentle purring, you happily sighed, "what's your name?"

Quickly pointing at himself, the blue eyed boy asked, "mine?"

"Mhm," you nodded. 

"Gojo. Gojo Satoru. You can call me Satoru, though," he nearly blurted out as you chuckled before giving him yours. 

"Well, Satoru," you beamed as he melted at the sound of his name slipping off your tongue, "I think I'll name her after you."

"Wha— Satoru? But... she's a girl?" He tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows. 

"I was thinking of a nickname," you said before looking down at the kitten. "I'll name her Toru. It's cute, right?"

Nodding slowly, then faster, Gojo agreed. "Yeah, Toru is cute."

Lifting your gaze to meet his, you gave him a toothy smile. "Toru it is."

[redhoodsdeer]

valentine (aka sunshine reader and in love jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: valentine's day wasn't exactly jason's favorite holiday, he didn't really care about it, that's until his very excited girlfriend decided to surprise him.

a/n: okay, that's my second imagine, and i think it looks better, i was giggling and kicking while writing because these two are just soo cute, and the detail about the candle being syntactic is from a hc that jason just doesn't deal well with fire because of the explosion. english is not my first language, hope you guys like it ❤️

It had been at least two weeks since you started leaving little hints about the big day that was coming, Valentine's Day. A cute romcom about the holiday, some cute couple videos, anything to try to get your boyfriend in the mood for the day, but he simply didn't seem to care about it.

You figured it was because he never really had the chance to properly celebrate, or anyone to spend the day with, before you, his only focus was the whole vigilante thing, he never would have dreamed that on a saturday night he would be curled up on the couch, eating ice cream and watching 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days', but he was, and with a pretty girl resting her head comfortably on his shoulder.

"Jay? Do you have patrol next friday? I thought we could go out for dinner or something?" the girl asks, lifting her head from his shoulder to look at him with her bright eyes and a little pout on her face.

"I think Steph can cover for me, it's just routine patrol, why? some special occasion?" he asks with a naughty smile on his face as he pulls her close to him again, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"Nothing really special, I just miss you," she says and his laugh immediately fills the room, leaving that comfortable energy in the air. "Baby, you're literally wrapped around me, like, right now." He hears her snort and shove him playfully. "Doesn't stop me from missing you." The silly smile on his face took over as he stroked her hair. "You're just one of a kind, aren't you?"

Turns out that missing him was only half true, not that you didn't miss him, but coincidentally, next friday was also, Valentine's Day, and the closer the day got, the more anxious she looked like.

When friday finally came, she already had everything planned out to the last detail, she convinced him to finally go out with Tim (who had been trying to go out with him for weeks by now), and put her plan in action, she had all the classic stuff, flowers, chocolates, a beautiful dress, a set table on the roof, and the best part, a limited edition of Pride and Prejudice packaged methodically with a red bow, matching her dress.

You managed to convince Tim to join you on the plan, stalling Jason until 7 pm, when he came back to the apartment, just to find everything in complete darkness except for a trail of synthetic candles leading to the window.

"Honey? Are you ready yet?" No answer, the only option was to follow the candles to the window, where he found a table set on the roof, with a bouquet of red roses, synthetic candles lighting everything up, and his favorite girl with a smile from head to toe in a long red dress.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jay," she says as she tries to strike a sensual pose, leaning on the table, but she's so excited she can't hold it in for long, running towards him and stealing a kiss. "So? Did you like it? I know you're not the biggest fan of Valentine's Day, but I just wanted you to be able to experience it and it's okay if you think it's too much, we can just go back inside and order pizza or something-" her nervous speech is interrupted by an anxious and completely passionate kiss.

"I loved it, sweetheart, I really did, how did you manage to do all this without me noticing?" she smiles playfully, shrugging her shoulders and pulling away from him slightly. "I may have had some bats helping me, and wait, there's more," she says excited, her smile as bright as the candles as she runs to the table, grabbing a package, her heels making a clicking sound along the way.

"I remember you told me you really wanted it and I just couldn't help it, I hope you like it" she hands him the book, wrapped with a big red bow that matched her dress, and the happiness on his face made all the effort she put on it worth it. "You're so fucking perfect, how did I end up with you, huh?" he asks, showering her with kisses, while the smile never leaves her face.

"I guess it was fate."

[athenalvss]

DRAMATIC ( wally west )

summary: Wally is completely devastated cause the girl he likes is talking to another boy, and the girl he likes is devastated cause she thinks Wally is in love with someone else.

pairing: wally west x fem!reader

note: I used a nickname for the reader cause i feel weird writing yn. Whatever, feel free to make any kind of request, I really have fun doing this.

open request — dc masterlist

It all started with a hug, something normal for everyone, but not for Wally West.

For Wally, it was a scene straight out of a romantic tv show, one of those you watched with your grandmother when you went to visit her. You were standing at the school gates, laughing with a tall boy, that was bad enough, but the worst was when he messed up your hair.

And you... you laughed. YOU LAUGHED! As if a catastrophic event hadn't just happened in front Wally's eyes, and it got worse when the boy put an arm around your shoulders and you didn't take it away.

"I'm dead," he muttered as he hid behind a column. "I'm not the protagonist of her story. I'm the cool, handsome friend who appears in the post credits scene."

And without looking back, he ran off until he reached the young league. A red blur crossed half the city until he arrived. Wally appeared in the training room as if he had run from another dimension.

"GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!" he shouted, dramatically throwing himself onto a mat. "A big, big problem!"

Dick raised an eyebrow, without looking up from the screen. "We have? Did something happen with Spidey?"

"My heart's broken!" Wally crawled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as if the universe had just kicked him in the heart. "She was with someone else! He hugged her! And he touched her hair! You know who does that? LOVE INTERESTS IN ROMCOMS!! I'm losing, guys!"

Kaldur appeared in the doorway with a towel over his shoulder. "Why are you always so dramatic?"

"I'm not dramatic! My feelings and my heart are shattered!" Wally sat up, dramatic as ever. "I'm never going to have a story with a soundtrack and a happy ending!"

"Maybe if you would stop spying on her from behind columns..."

"I DIDN'T SPY HER! I was just… discreetly watching from a distance to make sure she wasn't kidnapped."

Dick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. So, what do you plan to do now?"

"Nothing. Cry, eat ice cream, and maybe move to another dimension."

Conner grunted from the couch, where he was lifting weights while listening to Wally's dramatic performance in front of him. "Or you could just tell her you like her."

Wally looked at him with a Greek tragedy face. "Are you crazy? What if she rejects me?"

"Then you'll be just like you are now, but you'll leave with dignity and a real reason" Conner said, lifting another weight without changing his expression.

"Besides," Dick added, turning off the console, "I think you're missing the point. She always laughs at your bad jokes, and she saves you a seat in the mission room, and she doesn't do that with just anyone."

Wally frowned. "Of course no, everyone does it!"

The three boys sitting there looked at him with a raised eyebrow and responded in a coordinated manner. "I wouldn't do that."

Waly snorted. "What if she's just nice? That's a strong possibility."

Kaldur sighed deeply, crossing his arms. "You have two options: confess what you feel like a semi-mature adult… or keep screaming like her hair is a souvenir stolen from a mission."

"It takes a lot of confidence to touch someone's hair!" Wally shouted, pointing to the sky. "That dude knew what he was doing!"

"What boy?" Dick asked, hiding his laughter.

"A tall one with a confident smile and the energy of a dangerous supporting character! I don't know his name."

Conner raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of a guy you don't know and haven't even spoken to?"

"I'M JEALOUS OF ANY GUY BUT ME!"

The training door opened with a soft creak, and M'gann walked in, accompanied by Artemis and Zatanna. The three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw Wally sprawled on the floor, one hand on his chest and the other reaching toward the ceiling as if begging the gods for mercy.

“Is he… hurt?” Zatanna asked, lowering her voice.

"Only from the heart," Conner grunted, still lifting weights.

"Again?" Artemis sighed, crossing her arms.

Wally sat up with theatrical swiftness. "Not “again”! This time it’s real! This time it was a direct attack on my emotions! On my hopes! On my perfectly styled hair meant to impress her!"

"What happened now?" M'gann asked, trying to sound empathetic, even though a smile tugged at her lips.

"I saw her! With another guy. Tall, confident… probably perfect hair. He touched her hair. Her hair!" Wally put a hand to his forehead theatrically " And she… she smiled. SMILED!"

"Wow, that's a big problem" Artemis said sarcastically.

"Thank you for your emotional support!" he replied, hurt.

Zatanna leaned closer, tilting her head curiously. "So what are you going to do about it, Romeo?"

Wally looked at her, disconsolate. "Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry"

"Or you could ask her out, right?" M'gann chimed in, sitting on the edge of a mat. "You're literally one conversation away from resolving this drama."

"And risk her saying no?!" Wally stood up, horrified. "Do you know what that would do to my self esteem? Nothing, cause I don't have any! I already lost it all this morning at the school gate!"

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You had arrived at the training room earlier, but when you saw that the door was ajar and you heard voices inside, you decided not to interrupt.

“…Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry” Wally said.

“Or you could ask her out, right?” M’gann suggested.

Your eyes widened. Ask her out?

You moved closer to the door, as if that would change the fact that you felt an invisible fist squeezing your stomach.

“And risk her saying no?” Wally’s voice sounded again. “Do you know what that would do to my self-esteem? Nothing, because I don’t have any! I already lost it this morning at the school gate!”

You covered your mouth, holding back a pained and exaggerated sound. You walked away quietly, as if you'd been stabbed in slow motion.

You ran into Artemis and Zatanna a few minutes later in the hallway, and that's when your tragedy unfolded:

"IT CAN'T BE! WALLY IS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" you blurted out with a dramatic shriek, clutching the door frame as if you were about to faint.

The two girls stopped, confused. "What are you talking about?" Artemis asked, frowning.

"I heard him!" you said, pointing into space. "HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO ASK ANOTHER GIRL OUT!! He said it with his own mouth! How do I recover from this? How?!"

The three of them were stunned by your performance. Zatanna had a hand on her chest, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing; M'gann was trying not to laugh; and Artemis well, just looked at you like you'd lost your mind.

"Wait... you heard the conversation?" M'gann asked, already suspecting where this was going.

"And you know what the worst part is?!" you exclaimed, pointing at them like a betrayed heroine "YOU WERE HELPING HIM! YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT MY HEART! OR MY DIGNITY! OR MY DAILY HOROSCOPE THAT SAID 'BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE AROUND'!"

Artemis brought her hand to her face, resigned. "Oh, please…"

"BETRAYAL!" you continued, now twirling dramatically. "And just today I had done my hair for him..."

Zatanna approached you, very serious. "I need you to tell me right now: Was that acting or are you always this crazy?"

“I’m so crazy about him!” you screamed, throwing yourself to the ground as if you had been mortally wounded.

“…I need to sit down a second” M’gann said, laughing.

Just then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, Wally appeared on the scene, holding an ice cream cone, stopping in his tracks when he saw you on the floor with the girls around you.

Wally stopped when he saw the scene in front of him, you were lying on the floor, Zatanna crying with laughter, Artemis shaking her head, and M'gann literally fanning herself with her hand from laughing so much.

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding up the ice cream as if it were a peace offering.

"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT!" you yelled, pointing at him from the ground with a trembling finger. "I heard everything, West! EVERYTHING!"

“What? Wait, you heard the conversation with the guys?” Wally asked, but his tone instantly changed to nervous. His eyes widened, and the ice cream trembled a little in his hand. “Wait… what part did you hear exactly?”

You sat up slowly, as if you were in a dramatic soap opera. "The part where you said you were in love! And that you were going to ask her out! And that your self-esteem was collapsing like my heart right now!"

Wally took a step back, pale. “Oh no… no, no, no… Did you hear all that?!”

"EVERYTHING!" you shouted, emphasizing with your arms wide open. "And you guys," you pointed at the girls, "were cheering him on! How could you? My own war sisters!"

Zatanna couldn't breathe anymore from laughing. Artemis looked at Wally with a mixture of pity and amusement, and M'gann just said, "Well... at least they're just as intense."

Wally clapped a hand to his chest, as if you'd shot him with a word. "So... if you heard everything... is it so bad that I have feelings for you?!"

"Wait. What?"

[chalantzah]

FRIENDLY FIRE

oneshot requested by : @caramia-mara

´when every chronically online persons two worlds collide - collab stream´

the stream starts like most slushynoobz chaos: martin in the middle of an unhinged monologue and hamzah pretending he doesn’t know either of you.

“hello stream,” martin says, already waving the camera around like it’s a documentary film, “today is a milestone. maybe even a moment in history. she’s here. not a discord bubble. not a voice on a headset. god is a woman and she is real.”

you’re already seated, sipping something cold, perfectly unbothered. you offer the camera an enthusiastic grin to match martins energy back to him.

“you’re doing a lot, too much” you say.

“it’s deserved,” martin replies, shaking his head and taking a bow to you and all your apparent glory.

“you have no idea how long chat’s been waiting for this.”

“i’m literally just here to play mario party.”

“sure,” he says. “sure you are.”

"what does that even mean?" you laugh off to the side,

hamzah mutters, “okay, stream peaked. turn it off.”

you glance over with an eyebrow raise. “well hello to you too.”

“i said hi earlier.”

“saying ‘yo’ while staring at your phone doesn’t count.” you fight back, slightly joking but also not, confused by hamzahs genuine attitude,

“so you wanna argue, or play the game?” he snaps instantly.

he hasn’t looked at you once since you sat down, which would maybe mean something if he didn’t rearrange the entire living room setup this morning to make sure you had the “comfiest spot.” (his words. muttered. while looking at the floor.)

martin’s already mugging for the camera. twitch chat is a wall of chaos.

chat: “LMAO HAMZAH CANNOTTTTT MAKE EYE CONTACT”“he’s so weird rn i love it”“the way she’s just chill about it tho?? queen”"girl is he bothering you?"

the game boots up. martin claims he’s choosing teams at random, but somehow you end up seated between them. naturally. you don’t mind. the energy’s easy, and you’ve streamed with them enough to know the rhythm by heart.:

martin’s ongoing commentary, hamzah’s casual insults, the chat’s perpetual meltdown. it’s a specific dynamic. it works.

but in person, it’s a little different. realer. better.

especially when hamzah keeps doing things like passing you the exact brand of drink you mentioned offhand, mid conversation once, months ago.

you take it without making a big deal out of it. “you remembered this?”

he shrugs. “you talk a lot.”

“so do you. and i don’t remember your favorite drink.” you tilt your head with a chuckle.

“mine’s easier.” he replies in monotone.

“is it?”

he doesn’t reply, which is fine. martin is already throwing a look at the camera, as if he’s saying "did you see that too?"

chat:“the way he puts on this whole non chalant persona just to ruin it by specifically buying her favorite brand of mf WATER.”“this is literally a romcom but he thinks he’s the cool one lmao”“chat never forgets”

you’re winning. casually. just enough to keep the banter alive. hamzah’s competitive, but quietly. not trash-talking you loud like martin, just relentless.

but today, he keeps getting distracte, missing easy jumps, second guessing timing, adjusting his headset even though it’s completely fine and basically glued onto his head.

at one point of the stream, you flinch at an unexpected pop up in the game, more from the sound than anything on the actual screen. but before you can even register it, there’s a hand on your shoulder.

his.

just briefly. like muscle memory. like he forgot the context and thought he was alone. it’s gone in a second.

you turn your head toward him, then regretting it, thinking maybe you should've pretended to ignore it.

he doesn’t look back, just feels you turn.. “you jumped.”

“you put your hand me.” you recall.

“reflex.” he snaps

“it’s mario party.”

“you flinched.”

you lean back slightly, amused with a chuckle. “you good?”

“great,” he says, shrugging his shoulder as if he didn't just act obnoxious and slightly out of character.

martin actually pauses the game. “nah. pause. run that back. did anyone else see that?”

chat definitely saw it.

chat: “I have some innapropriate things to say about protective hamzah.” “hamzah’s version of ‘reflex’ is concerningly soft” “blink twice if you’re repressing and ignoring feelings bro”

the game resumes. martin is doing everything short of narrating your interactions like a national geographic special. chat’s theories have just multiplied after this stream, and martins livestream call-out.

you just keep playing. you’re used to hamzah being.. a little strange. not like this, but the general branding of it.

later, somewhere between rounds, martin throws a look between the two of you and goes, “so… is this how it’s gonna be the whole stream, or are we atleast try to acknowledging what’s happening?”

“what’s happening,” you echo, straight-faced, as you roll your lips into your mouth.

hamzah just shakes his head, doesn’t even pretend to be subtle.

“so nothing’s happening?” martin reverts.

“exactly,” both you and hamzah say in sync, bluntly.

it’s almost impressive, the perfect harmony, with the energy of two people who have absolutely talked for seven hours straight at 2 a.m playing video games. and will absolutely decide to never to talk about those seven hours again.

martin leans forward, hands clasped like a therapist about to ask a life-ruining question. “you guys practiced that or…”

you and hamzah say “no” at the exact same time.

chat: “THEY’RE LIKE THE SAME PERSON IT’S CREEPY” “hamzah’s whole persona with her is ‘i don’t care’ while deeply caring” “she’s just chilling and he’s melting down quietly”

the rest of the stream runs like that- tense in a way no one will admit to, but it makes the air feel thicker by the second,

hamzah’s less dismissive now, but not less present. he keeps glancing your way and catching himself. every time you laugh, chat lights up. every time he says something under his breath and you catch it, chat goes even more nuclear.

the cameras eventually go off. the room is quieter without the lights.

you stretch, unplug your mic, and glance down at hamzah, who’s still fiddling with his controller like it didn’t glitch out an hour ago.

“fun stream,” you say, casually.

he nods. “yeah.”

his foot taps yours as you walk past. not hard. not even on purpose, probably.

but you feel it.

you don’t say anything.

he doesn’t either.

but you’re both thinking the same thing:

this is definitely not going to blow over quietly.

and chat? chat’s already writing the sequel in the comments, you both are sure going to have a joyful time explaining yourselves to twitter later.

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idk how to feel about this, will probs be edited tomorrow!! it honestly may be tooooo angsty and not enough fluff so it kinda gets me mad..

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[rlimagi]

No Diggity [ Part I ]

Pairings: Paige Bueckers x actress!reader

Genre: one sided enemies to lovers, force proximity, romcom…

Synopsis: in which you are forced to work with the person who’d made it her life mission to get under your skin every single day of the week since you were in Middle School.

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A laugh rolls of your tongue effortlessly as the host, Jimmy Fallon cracks another one of his jokes, the audience laughed along.

“Okay, okay, enough of that!” Jimmy lets out a chuckle. “Let’s move back to you, oh what a great comeback you had. Coming back after so many years behind the scenes, if I’m correct- you took a huge break after entering High School?”

You nod, leaning against the sofa comfortably. “Yeah, I had a deal with my parents. They didn’t really want me to throw my education away, not to mention that they didn’t even want me acting in the first place…but uh, yeah. I spent all four years getting straight A’s, top of the class, valedictorian, you know just to get my parents to let me go back out.”

Jimmy claps along with the crowd. “That’s only very inspirational, education is definitely important, and valedictorian woah!”

“Yeah, I had to work hard for that one.” You chuckle, reminiscing about your no sleep days when you were cramping for exams.

“Speaking of working hard, your new movie!” Jimmy exclaims, bending down to pick a framed poster. “Earnestly has just grossed over 350 Millions dollars in the box office with a budget of only 15 million, now that is absolutely insane!

How does it feel to have your first movie- since entering adulthood, become such a big deal in the box office, and just a big deal overall?”

You shake your head, a grin spreading. “It’s surreal for sure! Honestly, my manager didn’t even want me to take this role. It was from a small and fairly new production company, the team hadn’t worked on any big names yet, but they sent me in the script and I was hooked.”

You pause to take it all in before continuing. “And I’m so glad I took the risk. I had fun like never before, my coworkers are all so talented and good people, it was just overall a positive environment. I ended up having so much fun filming it, and uh people seemed to really love it as much as I do too. No regrets, definitely.”

Jimmy nods, before leaning against his table. “And what do you think plays in the success of the film? Any specific reason?”

You think for a moment. “I think the world is just deprived of romcoms, I mean sure we’ve had a few romcoms here and there but nothing comparable to the 2000s. I think we’re all now in the reminiscing about the past sort of era, Earnestly definitely fills that void.”

“I agree wholeheartedly and I’m not just saying because you’re here, but no new romcoms have filled that place in my heart but then you came in and did your job. Watching you with your scene parter- Jenna Ortega, was insane, you guys had so much chemistry!”

“Thank you, that means a lot.” You smile, shifting in your seat. “And yeah, Jenna she’s great and is literally best friends with everyone on the set. She definitely made my job a lot more easier.”

 “Now, I’m sure roles are rushing to your feet- may we get an idea of what kind of role would you take on next? Another romcom? Or maybe horror, we know you’re a diverse actor.”

“Thank you, but honestly I can’t say anything right now- not because I’m prohibited or anything but uh…I just want it to be a mystery. It’ll be surprising for sure.”

“Awe don’t be such a tease, can’t we get a least a small tiny info on it? I’m sure everyone is dying to know.” Jimmy says and the audience bursts into shouts of agreement with the host.

“Oh wow, the energy.” You laugh before shaking your head. “Alright, I guess I can give you small little hints…umm think, desire, heat, game on.”

“Oh, wow okay. That’s a strong concept, this could go many ways. Romance, thriller, maybe even something like fast and furious- car racing!?”

“Umm, sure…” You give out an unsure smile.

“You don’t look too sure.” Jimmy eyes you suspiciously.

The interview goes on normally and by the end of it, you’re exhausted from all the energy you put into it. You head a great time, but working way too early in the morning makes your body drain out faster than any other time could.

“Please, please, tell me I have nothing left for the day.” You lay your head against the neck rest of the car seat, spreading your legs and arms out like a starfish.

Your manager, also honorary big sister shakes her head. “Nope, you’ve got an WNBA game to attend. Sponsored by the big dog, Nike themselves. Plus, it would benefit you to learn from actual professionals.”

“Please never, ever, say that word ever again.” You groan, cringing at the word she used. Alexandria was such a millennial, it hurts your soul every time she uses phrases cringy phrases unironically.

“You’re such a hater, or should I say an opp?” Alex continues, you are sure she’s just doing it to get a reaction out of you now.

“Oh, so you’re converting to the new gen now? Please, stop. I beg.”

Alex laughs directly at your face before she raises your hands up in surrender. The car ride goes on silently, usually it would be filled with music blasting and you guys would be singing, but whenever you had an early schedule, silent rides is preferred.

You sit on the court side, scanning through the faces of the players as they’re ready to start the match. To be honest, you don’t watch basketball. Not because you don’t respect the game, but more like someone in your past had made you totally avoid it.

So, here you are cluelessly sitting as everyone around you is busying themselves, chattering about the game and what not. Even Alexandrea had left you to talk with the group of girls sitting beside you guys.

“Uh, excuse me?” One of the girls from the group that Alex had been talking to, left her friends and approaches you.

“Hello.” You chuckle, finding the flushing on her face amusing.

“Sorry, to bother you but I’m such a huge fan. You’re literally one of my crushes and gosh, you are so much more beautiful in real life- I’m sorry for rambling on like this but Alex told me to come and say hi.” The teenager rambles on, her face growing more red by the second.

“Awe, thank you! And you’re not bothering me, don’t worry I was getting lonely here. Also, what’s your name?” You grin, gesturing her to sit down with you and the girl almost screeched.

“I’m Angelina, but my friends call me Angie!”

“Well then Angie- can I call you Angie?” You pause, before continuing when the teenager nods her head. “Okay Angie, care to explain how the game works? I don’t really watch basketball.”

"Okay, so this will be a match between the Dallas Wings and the Las Vegas Aces, it's only a preseason game but still is fun to watch.” Angelina pauses to make sure you’re following along, you nod. “Each team starts with five players, but as the game goes on you'll see that some will get benched, so that other players get a chance to play.”

When the game starts, Angelina is still explaining the basics to you and you are grateful. To be frank, you only know they make shots and when it goes in, they score but your knowledge ends there.

You are actively paying attention to the players up until you notices someone familiar, a face that you can’t quite pinpoint to. But then your eyes meet with her, number 5, Bueckers.

Paige fucking Bueckers.

She is blonde now which made it uneasy for you to remember your middle school arch nemesis at first, but she still hold that stupid smug little smirk on her lips that you can recognize anywhere.

Angelina notices your staring and a bigger grin grows on her face. “Ooh, that’s Paige Bueckers you’re looking at- also my wife, but you’re my first wife don’t worry.”

You tear your eyes away from the athlete, your face morphing into a look of disbelief as you look at the younger girl. “You’re like- what 16? How many wives do you have?”

“I’m 17, and too many.” Angelina smiles sheepishly, wavering her hands to brush it off. “Anyways, Paige is from UConn which is literally my dream school-“

“Do you actually want to go there or you just want to because she went there?” You tease, causing the girl to slap your arm.

Angelina glares at you before replying. “I do actually want to, UConn has the best basketball programs and the coaches have been coming to my games. It’s all good.”

“Don’t forget me when you become famous.” You add with a cheeky smile.

Angelina shakes her head, a smile spreading. “Of course not, I’d even make sure to dedicate every single one of my wins to you!”

“You’re too sweet.”

“Thanks! My mother tells me that everyday. Anyway- back to Paige, she’s the most sought after college player in her draft class which is how she got into her team, Dallas got the first pick and Paige was the number one recruit so there’s that.” Angelina rambles on before taking a sip of her drink. “Honestly, I wanted her in the Valkyries but we digress.”

“She sounds like a big deal.” You say, but you are slowly dying inside. You are trying to keep your words to yourself with all the things you have to say about Paige Bueckers.

The same girl who made an enemy out of you in the 6th grade when she threw a basketball at your face and never apologized, the girl who targeted you during dodgeball and made it her life mission to taunt you all through middle school to high school.

Yeah, that Paige Bueckers who you swore you’ll never get to see again after graduation but here you are, five years later sitting in one of her games.

The girl sitting beside you nod in agreement. “She is a big deal, honestly if it weren't for her injury back in college she would've been even bigger. But it's all good because she's going to make history, I'm sure of it."

You watch as the said player gain possession of the ball and dribbles it over to the line, tailed by two other players before she jumps and make the point against the defending of three players.

It was pure art and you can’t even deny it as much as it pains you to.

“That’s my wife!” Angelina jumps out and shouts while you hide your face from the people who looked over.

Fortunately, the Wings lost and the light inside you brightened up a little as you happily sip the last of your drink, getting ready to get home to enjoy the embrace of your bed and your puppy, Jam.

“Awe, I guess this is the end. I’m so glad you allowed me to spend time with you!” Angelina smiles solemnly as she hugs you.

You return the hug and a smile with it. “I had so much fun sitting next to you too and your rambles. Hey, how about we keep contact? I want to make sure you’ll keep your promises.”

“Oh em gee! Yes! Of course, here’s my instagram.” Angelina hands over her phone and after you exchanged contacts, you both went your separate ways.

You are about to leave the court when Alexandrea comes back and pulls you by your shoulder. “Not so fast, kid.”

“You’re like only six years older.” You scoff, crossing your arms. “And why exactly am I not allowed to go and enjoy the comfort of my bed and newborn?”

“Y/n, your dog is not a human child and he is not a newborn. Plus, six years is a lot of years which makes it acceptable for me to call you kid since you act like one, and there’s just someone I’d like you to meet.” Alexandrea snarks back and taps on your shoulder.

“Remember when I told you I arranged for a player to be sort of your mentor since you’ve gotta start learning how to play?”

You eye her suspiciously as you guys start to walk dangerously to close to the players, or more specifically Jersey number 5. “Yeah…?”

“Well, my good friend is on the team- well actually my little sister’s friend but we’re connected so who cares about the details.” Alexandrea waves it off and you start to grow a little on edge as you start to get closer to the player. “You’ll see.”

"Hey, Paige! It's so nice to see you again.” Your manager grins as she and the tall woman dab each other up.

You are completely stone cold, you’re pretty sure your blood had stopped circulating by then. Of course it had to be fucking Paige Bueckers.

"Aye, you too Alex.” Paige grin, before her eyes averted to yours. Instantly there is a spark, a spark of heat igniting that had been lost over the years, a spark of hatred.

You glare at Paige while her lips forms a smirk, a stupid smug smirk that you wish you can punch off.

“Paige, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Paige. You guys will be working together so I thought it’s better to introduce you guys early on.” Alex informs and you almost want to bang your head on the floor.

No way in hell would you agree if you had known before hand. “What?!?”

Alex’s brows raises at your reaction. “Is there a problem?”

You glare at Alex with a look that says ‘I’ll tell you later.’ And she nods in understanding before looking back at Paige.

“Okay, moving back. Arrangements will be made for you guys to work in the Wing’s court, schedules will be sent to you both in a few days when I and Paige’s manager sort out your free times.”

“Hold on, I just have a question. Why can’t I just work with a coach instead? Wouldn’t it be less of a hassle this way.” You suggest, eyes gleaming in hope that is to be shut down the second your manager slash number one hater opens her mouth.

“Nope, using a coach is not a bad idea but Paige is a good teacher and the whole team is on board with this. Plus, according to the few TikToks I’ve seen, apparently you guys went to the same High School?”

“Yeah, that’s right we shared almost all of our classes together.” Paige says casually as you are trying to ignore her existence.

“Oh, so you guys are friends then. That makes my job much easier.”

“Yeah.”

“Nope.”

You and Paige answers at the same time, causing you both to look at each other but with exact opposite reactions. You glared while she grinned.

Paige waves her hands and sneakingly places her arm on your shoulder, not budging when you try to push her off. “She’s playing, we’re actually the best of friends. Actually, Y/n used to be wild at parties. She was a huge deal in high school, I couldn’t go on a second without hearing her name.”

You roll your eyes, fucking liar. Actually the last bit isn’t a lie, you were popular and threw a bunch of wild parties in High school, but you and Paige were and are not definitely besties. “At least I got straight A’s and became Valedictorian unlike somebody. Paige, have you turned in that assignment from Ms. Bailey from the 6th grade yet?”

Paige scoff, taking her arms off of your shoulder as she places her hand on her chest and faux offense. “Hey, that was years ago and at l passed my classes okay?”

“Yeah, barely.” You say snarkily.

Alex, sensing the animosity gets in between you two. “Okay, ladies I’m sensing some tension here. You both are tired and drained out, how about we call it a day?”

“Hmm, sure.” Paige mumbles, avoiding your eye.

“Finally!” You exclaim, practically flying as you walk away in glee.

Your week went on normally, a few interviews here and there, commercial and magazine shoots, it was all great. Your schedule was packed and you felt happier than ever, well until Friday evening that is.

The day you had to meet up with Paige Bueckers again. You were sick of her face and name already.

“We’re going to work together all month so let’s make a truce, you don’t bother me, I don’t bother you. Deal?”

Paige pretends to think for a moment before shrugging. “Nah, I love watching you getting all worked up over me.”

Your jaw drops. “Wow, somebody’s cocky. I don’t get worked up over you, Bueckers.” You grind your teeth as you walk over the taller woman, placing your finger right into her chest.

Your eye flickers to her lips for a second- since when did she put on lip gloss, and your frown falters for a bit before getting replaced with a softer one. “Your face is just annoying.”

Paige smirks, shaking her head as she dribbles a ball around before shooting it into the net, it goes right through. “Yet, you keep looking at it.”

You hold your tongue back, knowing if not then the words you wanted to say would get you an immediate invite to the cancelled party. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

You reluctantly accept the ball Paige handed over, tapping it up and down before trying to make a shot. It doesn’t go in, in fact it hit the rims and flies straight over to Paige’s head.

“Shit!” You exclaim, running over Paige who is stumbling her steps trying to keep her balance. “I’m so sorry.”

You keep apologizing even as Paige waves her hands around saying that it’s fine, but it really isn’t because blood is flowing from both of her nose and she looks like she’s about to go into a deep, deep slumber any second now.

You walk her over to a seat, stumbling a few times in the process. She is much taller and stronger than you are so it was definitely a struggle to carry a 6’0 athlete anywhere.

“Hey, Paige? Stay awake for me, okay?” You say softly, using your handkerchief to stop the blood from dripping down. It was your favorite thing from since when you’re a baby, but there are more important things right now. “I have to call for the nurse now.”

“No, no- stay…I’m fine.” Paige grips your wrist tight, trying to look normal.

Your eyes softens and it is filled up with guilt. “No, you’re not and it’s my fault. Just don’t be stubborn and let me help you, okay.”

Paige nods obediently, finding no more energy to argue.

You left Paige to call for medical aid, luckily it wasn’t all too bad and Paige would be fine after a few days of rest but you still felt extremely guilty. She’d gotten hurt and had to miss a game because of you.

[laylay5670]

Agent x reader

Warning: most likely cringing and bad writing

Title: “Spoiling My Girl… Because She Deserves It 🖤 (LIVE)”

The stream started with Agent00 in the passenger seat of a G-Wagon, holding his phone toward himself with a grin.

The camera panned over to Y/N, sitting in the driver’s seat with sunglasses on, a glossy nude lip, and that flirty little smirk that had the chat blowing up.

“You’re really letting me go wild?” she asked, teasing.“You deserve it,” he said seriously. “I don’t say it enough, but you hold me down. And I don’t care if we blow a bag today — you’re worth way more than anything in the store.”

Chat:

“AGENT BEING A SIMP I LOVE IT 😭😭”

“this is the energy we all need.”

“marry her bro fr”

Stop 1 mall:

They hit up all the hot spots: Zara, Sephora, Aritzia. Y/N walked around with Agent’s black card in her back pocket while he carried her bags like a true king.

At one point in Sephora, she turned to him with two lip glosses. “Which one should I get?”He didn’t even look at the shades. “Both.”

“Agent—”

“Both, N/N. Come on now.”

Chat:

“he said don’t play with him 😭”

“ultimate green flag behavior.”

Stop 2: Designer Store

She walked in hesitantly, fingers brushing the price tags on heels and purses.“You sure?” she whispered, feeling the weight of the price tags.

He leaned close, lips brushing her ear. “Don’t ever second guess your worth, baby. Grab what you like.”She ended up picking a soft blush-colored bag and Agent paid without blinking.Then he kissed her forehead on the way out, whispering, “You look so good with it. Might have to take it off later, though.”

She turned bright red while chat exploded.

Chat:

“AGENT 😳 this a FAMILY stream bro”

“y’all better not cut that 😭”

Stop 3: random toy store.

They were walking past a quirky toy store when Y/N paused.

Inside the window, sat a giant Hello Kitty plush — almost as big as her, bubblegum pink with a gold bow and sparkly eyes.Agent followed her gaze. “You want it?”

She blushed. “No, it’s $300. That’s ridiculous.”He was already walking inside.

“Agent, no!” she laughed, chasing after him.

“Babe, you let me take up half your closet, put up with my late-night streams, and STILL love me? You get the Hello Kitty.”

She tried to stop him. “That’s not the point, I don’t need it—”He turned, gently cupping her face. “I know. But you deserve things just because. Not ‘cause you earned it. Just because I love you.”Her eyes went wide, lips parting.“You love me?” she said softly. He smiled — all heart.

“Of course I do.”

Then he kissed her right there, in the middle of the store, with the giant Hello Kitty plush between them.

Chat:

“I’M SOBBINGGGG 😭😭😭😭”

“they’re like a romcom but real”

“HELLO KITTY GOT THE LOVE CONFESSION Y’ALL.”

Back home now

They collapsed onto the couch, surrounded by shopping bags and leftover snacks. Y/N laid her head on his chest, holding the Hello Kitty like a toddler. He played with her hair, letting chat roll for a few more minutes.

“Thank y’all for watching,” he said, voice a little softer than usual. “Sometimes, you gotta step back from the grind and just show your person they matter. And this girl right here…”

He looked down at her. She was already looking up at him.

“…she’s my peace.”

She smiled, kissed his chin, and whispered, “You’re mine, too.”

Chat:

“THEY NEED A JOINT CHANNEL IDC.”

“get married already.”

“best stream of the year hands down.”

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!!! CAN ALWAYS SEND REQUESTS

[mapsthewanderer]

Caffeine, chemistry and Caleb VI

Synopsis: The café was supposed to be just another coffee shop. For a law student who enjoys her morning coffee and a shy newbie still learning the ropes, it should have been nothing more than part of the daily routine… But then there’s Caleb.

Details: 2000 words. Non-MC!Reader as the law student. Expect cringe, hot af barista Caleb, mission and romcom plot with the newbie.

Parts: intial, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

Tags: @gavin3469 @unstablemiss @i-messed-up-big-time @mipov101 @zukini-01 @ariakamil

Ambushed by Academia | pt. 6

Caleb had looked so pleased when you walked in earlier. That smile—slow, crooked, like he’d been waiting for an excuse to light up—and just like that, you’d forgotten every last article of your notes. Forgotten your looming deadlines, your carefully calibrated emotional boundaries, and the way your heart was absolutely not supposed to skip at the sight of an apron and forearms.

And the way his eyes had tracked you through the room like you were the only person that mattered?

Obscene. Practically grounds for academic collapse.

Now, though—

The café lights are dimmed for closing. You’re squatting behind the counter—not because you work there, but because at this point, it feels like you might as well. Your blazer’s folded over a stool, your laptop’s wedged between stacks of drink sleeves, and your dignity is somewhere near the trash can labeled “compostable materials.”

And still—you’ keep coming back.

Because you’ve got to figure out what, exactly, is happening to your brain every time he says “Golden girl”.

… Or tugs your pony tail on his way out—grinning like it’s nothing, like you’re not going to be replaying it for the next six hours.

You help the newbie stack cups. They don’t protest anymore. You think they’ve accepted your presence as a natural part of the ecosystem.

They suggested K-pop to pull you out of the Taylor Swift spiral you were clearly mid-descend into. You vetoed it on principle. They vetoed your playlists out of spite. You both eventually settled on a random café mix—the kind with acoustic guitar so faint, the clink of ceramic and the flick of the newbies tongue piercing against their teeth sounded louder by comparison.

So to spare them the dental work—you brush a crumb off the bar and ask, “You got any plans this weekend?”

They shrug, sorting the last of the tip jar. “Might hit the farmers market before my shift.”

Mid-wipe, you pause. “Really.”

They glance over, catching the tone. “…What?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You don’t exactly scream artisanal tomato energy.”

The newbie sighs. “Okay, fine. I overheard Caleb on the phone.”

That makes you stop.

They keep their eyes on the cash tray. “Something about meeting someone there. It sounded… like a plan. Then he asked me to cover his afternoon shift.”

You blink. Once. Twice.

Chewing their tongue piercing, they confess: “I figured I’d casually suffer and then tell you,” they say, voice dry.

Nodding slowly, you set the rag down like it personally betrayed you. “And you’re going?”

Then, softer—trying to sound offhand but failing they say: “Maybe I’ll stop by before. Just to… you know. See the crowd. But chances of running into him are basically zero…”

The newbie shakes their head, fast. “I took the shift.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You took the shift?!”

“I panicked. He was being nice. I didn’t think it through. I’m a simp.”

You stare.

They flick their piercing against their teeth and mutter, “I am so mad at me.”

You lean your elbows on the counter. “So what now? You just… suffer in silence?”

“No,” they say, looking up at you with quiet desperation. “You go.”

You blink. “Me?”

“You peek,” they say, nodding like it’s a battle plan. “Just a quick loop. You don’t even have to talk to him. Just recon.”

You cross your arms. “And why would I do that?”

The newbie looks you dead in the eye.

“Because I’m working a shift I did not emotionally prepare for, and I need to know if he’s with her so I can spiral in peace.”

You stare. “You’re the worst.”

They smirk. “No, I’m relatable.”

Just then, the newbie’s phone buzzes on the counter.

Caleb: tell golden girl I hope her books aren’t killing her. can’t wait to make her a monday madness latte. we’ll invent something amazing for her, newbs.

You and the newbie both stare at it.

They look back at you.

You shrug, fingers slipping through your ponytail with casual ease. “Cool. He’s multitasking.”

“Emotionally or logistically?” they ask.

“Unclear,” you mutter. “Both feel illegal.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll go.”

They hold out a hand—tentative, a little amused. “For the case.”

You eye it.

Then give them a small high five.

It’s quiet. Awkward.

But it feels good.

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Later that night

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You’re at home.

Wrapped in a hoodie you pretend you don’t sleep in when stressed, laptop propped on your knees.

You open a fresh document titled:

To Market or Not to Market: An Objective Analysis of Strategic Stalking and Emotional Recklessness.

You start typing.

Pros of going to the farmers market:

Possible intel on Apple Girl.

Caleb in natural lighting.

Surprise outfit advantage.

Get closure. Or proof. Or content.

Cons:

Potential heartbreak.

Ethical… murkiness.

May buy shit I don’t want or need (f.i. apples).

Obvious spiral behavior.

I could… should be studying…

You close your eyes.

Then, in your mind, underline Caleb in natural lighting. Three times. In red.

Because unfortunately, that’s starting to feel like reasonable justification.

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The weekend

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You are not dressing up.

You’re just… choosing strategically.

You stare at your closet like it’s the witness stand. Everything feels like a statement.

Too casual? You’ll look like you’re trying not to try.

Too nice? Obvious.

Too “I just rolled out of bed”? Untrue, and you’re not a good enough liar.

You pull out your favorite blazer.

Then put it back.

You eye a button-down. Too stiff. You grab a cropped athletic zip-up instead. It’s fitted. Sleek. Slightly smug. The kind of outfit that says: yes, I studied commercial law for four hours this morning but I still have enough emotional bandwidth to look hot in daylight.

You pair it with high-waisted black pants and crisp white sneakers. Hair: tight braid. Lip gloss: faint shimmer. Jewelry: minimal, but coordinated.

You nod at your reflection.

Classy. Clean. Slightly intimidating. Entirely unnecessary.

You are a rational adult who just happens to be dressed like a walking case study in tactical thirst.

This is fine.

You toss a canvas tote over your shoulder, because you might buy produce, okay?

Totally casual.

Totally not a stakeout.

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You walk through the rows like you belong here.

Like you’re not casing the scene for one (1) specific barista.

Like you came for kombucha samples and not evidence.

It’s bright out. Stupidly pleasant. People are smiling and holding hands and buying overpriced jam like they’ve never had a breakdown over a man with purple eyes, rolled sleeves and a dog tag.

Your sneakers crunch on gravel. Your tote bag is empty.

You’ve passed the honey booth twice now.

Still no Caleb.

You keep your pace casual. Normal. Totally not scouting like an undercover agent.

Your eyes sweep the crowd in slow, professional intervals. Like you’re assessing jurors. Or suspects.

Your phone buzzes.

newbie: did you go?

You glance around like someone’s watching you. Then type:

you: i plead the fifth.

newbie: i KNEW IT. i’m manifesting espionage results.

you: there’s a woman here with a floral dress and a baguette. she’s winning.

newbie: does she look like she ruins lives?

you: yeah

newbie: …apple girl vibes?

you: TBD

You pass a booth selling hand-stitched tea towels with puns on them. One says “You’re the apple of my pie.”

Bleh.

You keep walking.

But he’s definitely not here.

Yet.

You try not to care.

So you tell yourself that you’re just curious.

Collecting information. Restoring balance to the universe by confirming his romantic status through low-key surveillance. Completely normal.

You pretend to admire a display of lemons. They are aggressively yellow.

You check your phone. Nothing from him.

Your reflection in a mason jar tells you you still look composed.

You squint.

You do not feel composed.

You move on.

Past herbs. Past candles. Past a woman in a long dress buying tomatoes with main character energy.

Your tote bag remains empty.

So does your sense of purpose.

Your phone lights up again.

newbie: i’m emotionally holding your hand from behind the espresso machine.

You smile. Just barely.

Because no, Caleb’s not here yet.

But you’re not alone in this.

And you’re not leaving.

Not until you know something. Because until you see him, or her, or anything, you’re just a girl in a zip-up jacket, pretending to shop, and waiting for the truth to walk out of the crowd.

You’re halfway through pretending to examine a stack of organic zucchinis when you hear a voice behind you.

Familiar. Too familiar.

“Ah, my favorite overachiever outside the classroom context!”

You flinch.

You turn slowly—like a horror movie extra who knows what’s coming—and there he is.

Professor Litt. Infamous for bad jokes and a relentless obsession with “real-world application.”

And just your luck?

You’ve run into him in public.

The real world. Exactly where you didn’t want to see anyone who assigns 40-page readings for fun.

You blink. “Hi. Hello. Wow. Hi.”

Litt is wearing a straw hat and holding a bundle of radishes. You are not emotionally prepared for any of this.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says cheerfully. “Shouldn’t you be in a library intimidating someone with civil code citations?”

You force a laugh. “Haha, yeah. Just taking a mental break. Nature. Veggies. Fresh air.”

You are absolutely sweating.

“Good,” he nods. “It’s important to have balance. Mind, body, stress-induced academic panic.”

Litt’s eyes flick toward your bag. “We all saw the forehead-to-laptop-case moment…” He lets out a quiet tsk of exaggerated sympathy. “Right in the middle of the WTO compliance slide, no less. Tragic timing.”

You open your mouth to agree completely and apologize for that episode—and then you see him.

Caleb.

Walking out from between two booths, just a T-shirt clinging to him in… Ways…

You can see the definition of his arms from here. The line of his abs pressed subtly beneath soft cotton. That stupid apple charm bouncing once, catching the light against his chest like it knows what it’s doing.

You freeze.

But he’s alone.

Which somehow makes it worse.

Because now your spiral has no villain.

Only opportunity.

Professor Litt is mid-sentence about the contractual implications of carrots when you drop behind a crate of leafy greens like your life depends on it.

“Whoa,” he says, stopping. “Is this a—? Are you okay?”

You pop up just enough to peer over the kale. “Yup! Sorry! Low blood sugar.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve never dropped out of a cold call from me. Why are you ducking for cabbage?”

You wave him off. “Unrelated. Entirely unrelated.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“No, but if I die, please delete my search history and submit my latest outline. It’s color-coded.”

You duck again.

He blinks. “…Is this about romance?”

You peek back up. “I’m legally not allowed to confirm or deny.”

He leans in, whispering. “Is it that barista you wrote about in your contracts hypothetical?”

You stare at him, betrayed. “You read that?”

“It was very vivid.”

You hear Caleb’s voice somewhere nearby—low, casual, too close. You sink lower behind the kale, heart pounding like you’re in mock trial but worse.

Litt studies you for a second, then says, “Well. I suppose if you’re going to lose composure, it might as well be in a public venue full of root vegetables.”

You sigh into your hands. “This is the worst day of my life.”

He pats your shoulder, kindly. “At least you look fantastic.”

You peek over the kale one last time.

Caleb’s browsing apples now. Of course. Abs of temptation, and he’s staying on brand.

Professor Litt adjusts his straw hat like this is perfectly normal. “Well. I’ll leave you to your… fieldwork. Try not to faint in public. It messes with your grades.”

And then, mercifully, he walks off.

You crouch lower, heart pounding, surrounded by leafy greens and academic humiliation.

You fumble for your phone and text the only person who’ll understand.

you: he’s here. alone!! his abs are illegal. help!!!

The dots blink.

newbie: omg great intel! proud of you. is the necklace still on???

You stare.

Then sigh and type:

you: still on. ofc it is. this man is clinging to symbolism like it’s a tax exemption

You don’t even hit send before ducking back behind a crate of cucumbers.

Operation Spiral: still in progress.

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Part 7

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Writer’s note: Aaaaaaa I loved writing Litt’s scene—pure joy. People, I’m proofreading and editing like a champ over here! Another chapter’s coming this weekend, so stay tuned for more romcom chaos and feelings. I’m officially done being an adult—I just want to write, hike, doodle, and listen to music for the rest of my life, lol. Seriously though, thank you so much for all the lovely comments and feedback on the last chapters. It means the world! Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[fsugirl1]

Some days are so big…so PACKED with content…so unexpectedly swoon-worthy that they demand an edition of

⭐️ FSU’s Occasional Newsletter ⭐️

Is That An Earthquake Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

The day began with a vague disturbance. Was it seismic activity? Inbox tomfoolery? A very happy birthday wake up for @lila-rae?

That last one is between her and Mr LR but

Bottom line: we could sense something coming.

It’s Not The Size Of The Entourage, It’s What You Do With It

We knew Tom was in Scotland and we figured it might be for golf but we did not know until this morning that he brought every single one of his brothers and best mates. So many of his closest dudes in one place made us 🤔

Lord knows he’s a generous friend and his circle is tight, but we wondered what they might be celebrating?

The delulu? It was percolating.

Our Italian Romance: Starring Tomdaya 🎥

We were already abuzz and the delulu was bountiful on the dash when suddenly the most cinematic and romantic photos of our favorite couple dropped. We learned they were canoodling at the gorgeous Castillo di Reschio, with such romantic activities as pasta-making (watch those fingers, Z!) and horseback riding.

And if that wasn’t enough, A POOL DATE. Both of them sunkissed and beautiful, reading books and looking like the movie stars they are.

No, your eyes don’t deceive you. They did switch books. 🫠

Every single one of us immediately wondered why our partners weren’t offering to read aloud to us in the pool at an Italian castle. But then, who hasn’t wondered that at least once?

Dad Said His Tea Was Cold But We Say It Was Piping Hot

As if we weren’t all twitterpated enough from the Italian romcom baecation pics, Zendaya’s Father In Law Dom felt like we needed a glimpse into their everyday life at home. He shared that the newest member of the Coleman-Holland family, Daphne the dog, is a “beautiful” addition to the clan and that her youthful energy has found a fast friend in her aunt Rosie, who is just a year older. Big brother and recent outcast (banished to live with Uncle Darnell, what did he do?) was said to be too old to enjoy the young pups.

Dom was feeling chatty I guess because he didn’t stop there. He went on to share that Zendaya had recently joined Nikki and Dom for dinner at the local pub.

He further said that Granny Tess, siblings, cousins, all the boys and “the dogs” would soon be accompanying him and Nikki on an anniversary celebration trip to Portugal. Dare we hope for more family photos?

Even if we don’t, that’s another bingo square, baby.

Aunt May Has Shipped It For Years

To top off the content-crazy, your favorite aunt and mine, Marisa Tomei, said at an event in Canada that one of her favorite parts of her Spider Man experience was watching Tom and Zendaya grow up and “fall in love.” 🥰

That face she’s making? The I can’t take it they’re so cute face? We were all wearing it. Even the strongest soldiers among us were grinning and kicking their feet. (We saw you, don’t try to deny it!)

While we await word from the pixel analysts on what people starring in their own epic love story read to each other on vacation, and while we bask in all the little details that make the story more real and more beautiful every day, let’s take a moment as I close to appreciate just how hot Zendaya’s back is in this dinner photo.

Until next time, remember my friends: be kind to each other. I love you. I’m wishing that each of you will find the one who thinks reading to you in the pool (Italian or otherwise) is the most perfect day.

And I hope your birthday is as filled with happy surprises as @lila-rae found hers for the third year in a row!

[wlwsoccerfics]

Masterlist

AlexiaPutellas

BirthdayGirl

An Argument Among Sisters

We Need to Talk

The Best Pout

Big Sister Energy

Trouble

GiuliaGwinn

Captain Giulia

Moving Day

Navigating Motherhood

KyraCooneyCross

Birthday Love

A friend for Harley and Harper

Bad Feeling

AlessiaRusso

Happy Birthday, my Love

Emergency Contact

Scary Plane

Protective Soulmates (feat LeahWilliamson)

LeahWilliamson

The Captain is whipped

My Little Girl

The Most Wonderful Gift

Not a Single Sound

Protective Mode

LiaWälti

Gone

Mystery Partner

Lost

The Lucky One

Just Relax

On Accident

Karate Incident

IngridEngen

Is she even real?

Targeting her

The Danger of Surfing

LucyBronze

That was Scary

Diagnosis (feat. SamKerr)

StephCatley

Fussy Baby

Wife vs Wife

Big Brother Calvin

Hungover

World Cup Semi Final Drama

Who are you?

That's my Baby Sister

Tell her or i will

First National Camp Experience

Scary (feat SamKerr)

Bad Back

KlaraBühl

So much to Celebrate

Behind closed doors

GraceClinton

Clingy Girlfriend

That's my Girl

Building a Home

VicPelova

Caught by Surprise

New Glasses

RenéeSlegers

Told you not to over do it

Distracted and in Love

Where is the Coach?

Club Support

MaryEarps

There must be a way

The Academy is Calling

Sleepless Night

The New Generation

AggieBeeverJones

A different kind of Teenage Dream

Allergies

I Love my enemy

StinaBlackstenius

You got this, min kärlek

Champions League Final Babe

MackenzieArnold(Macca)

Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed Part 2

National Camp Birthday

CaitlinFoord

Baby News

Lifeguard Duty

The Hidden Injury

LotteWubbenMoy

Drunk Kisses

Comfort

Snow Accident (feat. MillieBright)

Coughs & Sniffles

KeiraWalsh

Just Checking in

Date Night

BethMead

Not The Plan

MillieTurner

Rugby is rough

A Night at the Club

VivMiedema

A Weekend Off

Focus

KatrinaGorry

Restless

What om Earth?!

Baby Number 3

MarionaCaldentey

Hearing Break

KerstinCasparij

Dutchies in Love

LaurenHemp

Bus Buddies

DaphneVanDomselaar

Slipping into Chaos

Team Bus Trouble

AitanaBonmati

Queen of Tattoos

OnaBatlle

Long Term Love

A Queer RomCom

SarinaWiegman

Missing

Other Players

You find them here

Couples/Friendship Masterlist

You find It here

Club/National Team Masterlist

You find It here

[kermittedfelony]

safe

Hi guys! This idea has been on my mind coz I’ve been struggling a bunch w panic attacks and nothing is better than imagining nat helping me lol. I know a billion writers have done this idea but yeah this Is my take on it! Enjoy!

TW: panic attack, coarse language

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Word count: 1668

The last week had been pretty fucking hard. You had gone on a recon mission on Monday by yourself, but it was a three-hour ride on the quinjet, where the heater was broken. It also rained the whole day, and someone (Steve and Bucky) had taken the tarp out of the jet to go on a goddamn camping trip, so you were left shivering on the cold wet ground in only a light parka that was most definitely not enough to keep you warm and dry. As such, you were buttfuck freezing down to your core. The whole. Fucking. Day. Did you mention it rained? Yeah, it fucking rained.

So that was Monday. Tuesday was spent attempting to finish the mission report for Steve, but you just couldn’t get your damned mind to focus. It wasn’t even a difficult report; the data you gathered was very minimal and easy to dissect, but you just could not do it. So naturally, it took you all fucking day and to top it all off, exhausted you cognitively.

Wednesday wasn’t much better, you had the day off and originally planned to go for a run in the morning and then just relax the rest of the day, but it rained (again), and as much as you love rain, it’s annoying when it fucks up your plans.

So, in short, Monday fucked you up physically, Tuesday fucked you up cognitively, and Wednesday fucked you up mentally. You had the whole shebang dragging you down.

Due to you being drained in every which way, you were looking forward to enjoying Thursday night movie night with the rest of the team. It was Wanda’s turn to pick, so you knew it would be some nice romcom that you could sit back and relax to. You could just, be.

You exited the elevator in your comfiest trackies and hoodie with fluffy socks. If you were going to enjoy this movie night, you were going hard. Comfort to the max.

“You look like a giant fluff ball y/n!”

“I will be taking that as a compliment Nat,” you responded with a wink. You walked towards her and gave her a big hug.

“Tough week, huh?”

“You have no fuckin idea.” You sagged in her arms, making her laugh at having to hold all your weight.

“Alright, come on then, you big sack of potatoes. Let’s get you to the couch. Let me handle the snacks and drinks for us, yeah?”

You smiled gratefully at her, “thanks Nat, love you!”

The movie was really good!

It was good.

Better than good actually.

It was great. It was.

So why did you need to leave so bad? Why was everything closing in on you?

The movie was still running, you were in the last 15 minutes. You could wait it out right? If you left now, everyone was sure to notice, and you did not need that kind of attention on you.

Your eyes flicked to Natasha to the right of you, who was leaning on you with your arm over her shoulders. You couldn’t leave yet, so your anxious energy had to go somewhere. Your index finger on your left hand started to tap on your thigh, slowly and irregularly at first, before picking up speed and rhythm. Next to go was your left knee. Your right leg was crossed over the left one, so when your left knee bounced, both your legs felt the movement.

Nat repositioned one of her hands to rest on your knee, giving you something to focus on. She knew sometimes the anxiety just got to you hard and fast, no clear trigger. She started tracing circles on your knee, allowing you to take a deep breath to calm your nerves.

You quietly whispered, “thanks.”

Nat gave your knee a squeeze in acknowledgement. She knew you hated asking for help and preferred to try and stick it out in situations when you got a wave of anxiety, rather than leaving and “giving up”, as you liked to call it.

Your knee stopped bouncing and so did you finger. For a time.

Not five minutes later, your index and middle finger were both tapping in tandem with your foot. Additionally, your right hand, the one that was wrapped around Nat’s shoulders started tapping.

Nat noticed immediately and whispered to you, “you alright?”

When she didn’t get a response, she tilted her head up to look at you in your eyes.

“Hey. y/n. Can you hear me?”

You were so lost in your own world that you didn’t acknowledge Nat’s words, even though she was right next to you.

She removed your arm from around her and tapped you on the cheek to get your attention.

You jumped subtly and looked at her with wild, flicking eyes.

“Hey, hey, deep breaths, how about we go for a walk?”

You stared into her eyes for a bit longer before quickly getting up and walking out of the room. Your stride was fast but shaky and you had one hand gliding along the wall next to you to keep you upright. You kept going until you didn’t know exactly where you were anymore and slid down against the wall, your butt hitting the floor harshly. All you currently knew was that you were in a dark, quiet corner, and you had gotten as far away as you possibly could. You just had to hope nothing else was coming.

It was at this moment that Nat finally caught up with you. She sank down in front of you and put two hands on your knees, which were up against your chest. You violently jumped at the contact, and attempted to shuffle away from her, further into the corner until your back hit the apex of both walls. All you knew was fear, you had to get out, you had to escape. You tried to stand up but the dizziness from hyperventilating hit you full throttle and you collapsed back onto the ground. You looked up and through eyes blurred by unshed tears, you saw a figure a metre or two away from you with hands up in a placating position.

Nat pleaded with you, “y/n, y/n, it’s just me, it’s just Nat. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to stay right here, okay? But I really, really, need you to slow down your breathing. I need you to do that one thing for me, okay?”

Your darting eyes finally focused on her steady ones, and you let out one big breath, disrupting the rhythm of your hyperventilation.

“Yeah, there we go! See you can do it, you got this. Keep slowing down for me. You're doing amazing hun.”

Nat slowly inched toward you on her knees until she was close enough to reach out and touch you. She could see you were tensed up as tightly as possible.

“Just slow, deep breaths for me y/n. I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?”

You slowly nodded your head. You felt her warm hand rest lightly on your right knee, before her other hand landed on your left one. You brought your hands up and covered her hands with yours. You closed your eyes before re-opening them at the sound of footsteps. Your breathing began to quicken once again.

Nat reached out and tilted your head back towards her.

“Just focus on me y/n, keep looking at me.”

Nat turned her head and saw Wanda peak around the corner, a worried look in her eyes.

Nat looked back at you, “It’s just Wanda y/n. Would you like her to come?”

Nat knew you trusted Wanda a lot, just as much as you trusted her. You nodded your head again, and Nat waved Wanda into the corner. Wanda came over slowly and sank to her knees to the right of you, so that she could put her arm around your frame. She could feel you shaking under her.

“Hey you’re okay, you’re safe. We’ve got you, don’t we Nat?”

“Yeah, we do. We’ve got your back here y/n.”

You dropped your head at the words spoken to you and took three deep breaths, fully getting your breathing back to normal. Wanda and Nat were both each holding one of your hands, so you gave each woman a squeeze, to let them know your gratitude. The three of you sat like that for another five minutes.

You were so appreciative of how they knew to let you settle properly before moving you back to your room. They just knew you so well and were so patient and calm. They didn’t judge you or urge you to hurry up or get over it or anything. They just let you exist, let you be.

Once she felt you had stopped shaking, Wanda asked, “How about we get you up to bed yeah?”

Nat agreed, “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll quickly make you a cup of peppermint tea. One sugar, right?”

“Ah, you know me so well,” you responded, a tired smile on your face. “Thank you, guys. For helping me just now.”

“You know we’re always here for you,” Wanda smiled back at you.

“Exactly. Do you know what caused the attack?” Nat questioned.

“Just had a very draining couple of days. It all just hit me at once.”

“I understand. I had that happen to me a couple weeks ago, remember?”

You looked at Wanda, “Yeah actually, I do. Consider the favour returned.”

“Always, y/n.”

You grabbed onto her offering hand, and she hauled you to your feet and pulled you into a big hug.

“Thank you, Wands.”

She only squeezed you tightly in response, before slinging her arm around your shoulder and leading you towards the elevator up to your room.

You knew sometimes panic attacks just happen. You used to often feel so much shame about them, but now, with such strong friends around you, you knew you were going to be just fine.

[mirror-to-the-past]

People weren't kidding, that really was one of the most Xingyun moments ever, lol.

Aside from Xingqiu stammering and blushing at Chongyun's compliments and the absolute anime romcom trope-iness that is Chongyun obliviously asking why Xingqiu's face is red (we win! we win!!), can we also talk about how damning Traveler's teasing was?

"His yang energy seems to be surging, too."

Traveler is clearly very tongue-in-cheek about this, knowing full well Xingqiu doesn't have the same pure-yang disposition as Chongyun, and therefore won't blush because of it. However, given the multiple occasions Hoyo has gone out of their way to utilize Chongyun's condition in the past as a medium for tropey, anime-like responses of embarassment (i.e. Chongyun's pure-yang energy giving him a nosebleed when Xingqiu tried to sing to him in the "If You Were Rex Lapis" stream), it does come across as pointed observation from the Traveler to subtly mess with Xingqiu and Chongyun alike about the ways they willingly and unwillingly fluster each other.

So yeah, very cute. ^_^

Aside from that, can I just say I absolutely love this event and want it to be a cemented feature for the rest of the game's runtime? I'm not seeing enough people talking about it! It's really the perfect solution for the gacha game dilemma of chatacter oversaturation.

I, as much as the next person, wish for all our faves to have the most perfect epic event quest tailor-made for them, with character depth, development and all. However, since:

1. Hoyo is allergic to sustained character development, even in the event of characters getting a really cool, awesome 10/10 event or story quest, and...

2. Characters will likely not get attention unless it is for a promotional thing such as an outfit, banner rerun, or character debut, which exponentially decreases the likelihood of non-new 4 stars getting any attention. (The summer events are pretty much all we can rely on for a random scramble of characters coming into the spotlight after being shelved without it being sales related, haha!)

...I think this is the next best thing!

Giving us little canned, slice-of-life looks into the character's day-to-day, without a grandiose story or threat, is such a wonderful way to see the characters act in low-stake situations that aren't centered around having a hangout that's focused on them acting as a host to the Traveler. Instead, we're checking in on *their* affairs and goals, and even having little snippets into their interactions with other characters outside of just what we may read about their relationships in the Character Story!

I absolutely LOVED the cutscene with Yao Yao and Qiqi where Qiqi mourns the fact that her memory issues will cause her to forget the episodic experience of every lovely memory she has with the people she cherishes, and that she'll be forced to only relive them through her impersonal journal records. When she was talking about forgetting the green of the leaves, the breeze, and the feel of Yao Yao's hand, I felt my heart break a little bit. It's some of the most compelling on-screen discussion of Qiqi's condition since, well, as far back as I can remember!

And they didn't need a big Qiqi-centered SQ or event for it- they pulled it off with nothing more than a handful of small cutscenes that clued us in to the more intimate parts of Qiqi's life.

If we keep this kind of event present in the game, and switch it up between prior regions, I think it'll help so much with keeping the world feel alive, and keeping the players still compelled by their favorites from previous regions without necessarily stealing the spotlight from whatever focal point region is active at the time. I love reminders that our old friends are still up to their own affairs, struggling with new day-to-day problems, and missing us while we're away- but still entrenched in their own goals and relationships (and not like. ceasing to exist when the Traveler is gone, lol).

So anyway, I hope to see the playerbase giving this event some love so it may come back due to popular demand, this time having more Inazuma and Sumeru characters!

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 74

So this late into the projects creation I had realized something important.

I hadn’t fucking drawn a god damn Kabedon. One of the quintessential tropes of not just yuri, but romcoms in general! And I hadn’t drawn that with Junko and Mikan! The nerve of me for not doing that while also making 73 other pictures and also planning out several of the later days at the same time, how could it have happened? How could it have been allowed!?

My joking aside, I was a little annoyed with myself for not doing this earlier, but the end result is one of my favorites from the whole event. Drawing a normal Kabedon with Junko taking the lead on it’s own was already a fuckin treat, I got to draw Flustered Mikan.

But then I was like “Well I took so long to draw a Kabedon, why not go all in?” and then decided to see what would happen if Mikan tried one.

And then I had the best time drawing that because look at her. She’s a total mess, and Junko is so god damn lovestruck. This is euphoria.

Also the fits! Really happy with them! Junko’s outfit would actually later get referenced in my Vampire AU Fic during their first date, though I worry I poorly explained what it was supposed to look like.

As for Mikan, I love drawing her in big cozy sweaters, turtlenecks especially. And I think the vest and pants combo amplify it a lot. I love unique designing outfits for characters when I have the time and energy to do so, and with this couple specifically it’s always fun!~ 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~