#I’m not injured btw before anyone gets worried

[catzgam3rz]

Heyyyy no stream tonight I almost had to leave work because my feet and legs hurt so bad so I’m gonna be resting for the night ;u;

Still on for doing the Gerudo Questline on Sunday with Jackie_Mae though!

[icypenguin]

“in a better world.” ⋆🐾°

ft. tyler hernandez

what happens if your cat teleports to the realm with you too? what happends if a phantom.. got close to her?

cw: blood, drying, crying, breakdown

a/n: first time writing fanfic for sbg! hope you’ll like this one since it has been in my mind for a while… btw- you’re not that close with tyler but oh well… and i know tyler is a jerk but soft tyler has been in my delusional mind for a while :(

“mellow-! ah- d-don’t-“ worry fills you when your cat, mellow, jumped out from your grasp. your were in the house with taylor and ben, searching for the keys of the jeep. forgetting your mission on getting the jeep, your focus now gazed on your cat who was chasing a shadow, a phantom’s shadow.

“w-wait don’t-“ trying to keep yourself focused and not getting hurt while chasing your cat in the dark was a mission, a hard one for you. “ha! found the keys!” taylor shouted from upstairs. ben immediately rushed to taylor to make sure she’s safe, the both of them forgetting and not knowing where you were (I NEED MORE SCREENTIME OF BENLOR).

“y/n- where-“ they reached downstairs in search of you, but all the could find was you, staring at the shined space by flashlight at the kitchen. not caring about the phantom around you. “y/n, watch out!” both taylor and ben shined flashlights on the phantom near you before it could grab a hold of you.

“h-hey are you okay-? what-“ they both stare in shocked, seeing what you were pointing with your flashlight. the lifeless body of your cat in the dining table, with blood gushing out as the phantom plays with it’s dead figure.

your body was frozen, you couldn’t move an inch, you eyes were watering in rage. what did she do to get this? what did she do to be involved in this mess? why didn’t you safe her? all thoughts were filling your mind, your body trembled in confusion while the flashlight escaped from your grasp. neighter taylor or ben were brave enough to say a word. they knew your cat was one of the important things in your life.

it was quiet, everyone staring at the lifeless body of a cat. “hurry up stupidos! don’t just stand there!” with tyler bursting in from the door, their attention was on him, except for you. you were still deep in thoughts and didn’t care about the situation. “ben, go with them first- i’ll deal with this in a minute” taylor signed ben to get the others and the jeep first. as a respond, ben nodden in reassurance.

now it was just you two, your closest friend with you and.. the lifeless being of your cat. “y/n… i’m sure we could figure this out in the jeep.. why not we go there first? doesn’t that sound good?” she asked with a soft and patient tone when she put her hand on one of your shoulder. you weren’t able to utter a word or even a simple “mhm”. you could hear from outside that the others were waiting for you both, impatient and unbeknownst by the situation. “let’s go y/n, we can discuss this later” she took your arm gently after grabbing your flashlight then leading you to the door. but before she could lead you outside, you rushed, dodging all of the phantoms, grabbing the lifeless body of your cat before following taylor to go to the jeep.

once you both got inside, everyone was staring at you and what you were clutching. now tears were falling from your eyes like a waterfall as you stare at the lifeless being. tyler, who then realised what was going on, had a flashback of what happened to him when he was a kid.

steering the car into the graveyard, you all were safe and free from phantom. for now that is. since everyone was getting out from the jeep, you went to the bus, not sparing a glance to anyone, wanting to be alone while processing this mess.

“everyone okay?” aiden asked, looking around to see if anyone was injured. tyler nodded in response, but noticed you were nowhere to be seen. as the others were busy patching up ashlyn and complimenting logan, he serached for you inside the bus. you were at the back, alone, clutching the now cold body of your lifeless cat. seeing your broken state breaks his heart. he never felt this strong sympathy to someone, but this one was.. different. it’s like you’re going through what he went through.

since noone was in the bus besides you two, he took this moment as one to comfort you. he knows he’s bad at it but this one is just.. different. “hey.. are you alright? i mean- i know you’re not.. it’s just- sighs things like this could be hard to handle… especially when you’re alone..” he noticed your gaze were still on your cat that was now on your lap. the droplets of tears falling from your eyes made him want to hug you so bad, but he knew you both weren’t that close and that would be weird.

“having a companion will help you much more in this situation… when my.. dad died, taylor was always there for me. we took care of eachother until today, don’t you think?” he looked at you with a sympathetic look while absorbing all your features.

with all your energy, you murmured, “but i don’t have anyone else..”. sure, you have your parents, but.. they’re not int he phantom realm right now, are they? plus.. they didn’t witness the death of your cat. and to your suprise, he placed his hand right on top of your trembling hands, whose still cluthing that lifeless cat.

“what do you say?” he gives you a reassuring look and the warmth that you just needed at that point.

at first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about but- “having you as my companion?” you let out a trembling voice. as a response, he nodded his head at you and made sure you feel safe and sound.

none of you both knew what to do next.. do you just- talk it out- forget everything happened- hug eachother? uhh.. things were going a bit awkward..

the wind was getting colder and colder as it busts more air into the school bus. the others were still outside, talking about the incident earlier. and since you can’t hold it in anymore, you busted into warmth while clutching on to tyler’s shirt, holding my fiercely, scared to let go. “thank you..” his eyes widened at the sudden touch but then melted into it along with you. he wrapped his arms around your being and held you closely too.

even though you both were not that close, after this incident, it felt like as if you two have known eachother since birth.

“you know.. i don’t know if this will make you feel better but.. when my dad died, i thought, it’s okay.. he’s in a better place now.”

!bonus!

after a while, you fell asleep since everything was too much for you to handle right now, especially at the phantom realm. even though you’re unconscious, tyler was still holding you like a baby, keeping your safe in his arms, unharmed. he totally forgot the others were there- even though they weren’t at the bus but they were still there. his mind drifted off to your slumbering self as he discovers the features of you closely. but soon, click! was heard near you both. aiden was holding out the camera he found out of nowhere and was purposely working- shhh! signaled an irritated tyler whose annoyed by his friend’s behaviour. though, quiet giggles were heard from them… guess this incident will lead to a much more bigger problem.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

[teddybeartoji]

(If you are uncomfortable with period mentions plz feel free to delete this 🙈)

Thoughts on snow leopard!gojo when you on your period (I am pmsing and I need someone to comfort me.)

snow leopard!gojo would be sooo worried about you!! One minute you are fine and now you have the smell of blood is on youuu!!! Poor baby think you are hurt or injured and even when you reassure him it’s just your period he’s still worried especially when you show other symptoms (like throwing, headaches, being sensitive and crying)

He would sooo overprotective and clingy he would never let you outside alone always have to be by your side holding or wrapping his tail around you.

He would love to take care of you!! He would massage your shoulders or knead your tummy, also when they are injured cats lick their wounds so I do see him going down on you if you let him it also helps with cramps.

He loves to cuddle you he lie on top of you and he’s so big and warm and fluffy And when you sleep he would be right next to you extra alert and “on the look out” if anyone tries to hurt you.

He holds you soo tight tail wrapped around your thigh making sure you are safe and protected.

(I’m sorry that this so long I got carried away 🙈😭)

NONNIEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺HE WOULD BE SOOOOOSO WORRIED🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to make you feel better, make you feel good!!!!!!! he's gonna sit with you the whole entire time, he just refuses to leave your side. he's literally sitting with you in the bathroom, he's cuddling with you (and on top of you bc he's so warm and it feels so good when he rests his head on your tummy). and the tail!!!!!! yess!!!! he always has it around your thighs bc he loves your thighs!!!!!!!! also he follows you around like a little lovesick kitty and he literally just looks like this emoji🥺🥺🥺🥺 the entire time. he's baby.

now now now....... the licking the wounds thing.... nonnie... you really did something here🥴🥴🥴🥴 that's exactly how he's gonna convince you too btw. he's gonna tell you about how it's his way of healing you. and it works like magic!!!!!! he does it slowly, he wants you to forget all about the pain so he's extra focused. he's kissing your folds just like he'd kiss you, he's giving her smooches and small kitten licks while keeping his eyes on you. he's gently pawing at your thighs and your waist, he's kneading your skin and it's all just so good. he can smell your arousal mixing with the blood and he's getting dizzy himself, too.

he can't take his eyes off of you, he needs to make sure that you're enjoying it, that you're feeling good!!!!! he fucking purrs as he eats you out and the vibrations feel heavenly. he has your back arching in no time, your hands tug on his white roots and his own eyes are rolling back into his head.

also. despite the fact that he's going slow, he's still a messy eater!!!!! so sometimes... he gets a little blood in his perfectly white hair but he literally couldn't care any less. (he loves it. he thinks of it as your way of marking him. no matter whether it's intentional or not.)

after you cum in his mouth and he has swallowed every drop of you, he draws you a hot bath and he carries you into the bathroom himself. his entire lower half of his face is covered in blood, it's dripping from his chin but you're still his main priority. you try to tease him for it but you're just too tired, so you just end up brushing against his skin, dirtying yourself with your own blood.

he takes your finger in his hand and raises it to his mouth. he licks you clean while keeping eye-contact, and takes it back out with a loud pop. he's sure he can smell another fresh wave of pure arousal pooling between your legs but he doesn't want to push you or your body too far. so he presses a very gentle kiss to your nose before helping you into the tub.

he climbs in with you and he washes your hair. he washes your body with the sweetest motions, he rubs your shoulders and your tummy, your thighs and your sides. he leaves kisses on your jaw and neck. he whispers praise and pure love into your ears and he loves to feel you melting into him.

after you've gained some of your energy back, you help clean him up too. you wipe the blood from his marble skin anf then from his hair and he just stares at you with hearts in his eyes<3333333 wahhh nonnie he's the best boyfriend in the world he's so caring and so sweet:((((((( i luv him:((((

[louloulemons-posts]

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x shy!reader angst where they've been childhood best friends but Steve left her for popularity, when slowly they cross paths together again, she does little things like saves Steve's fav foods, pays for his things etc? One day Steve decides to give her something nice too and apologise for their friendship drifting apart, but right before that she falls into a horrible road accident. Carry on like you want, just give a happy ending please? :) Btw, loved Touchy-Feely a lot.;))

Old Friends

Steve Harrington x reader

summary : Steve wants to fix his friendship with Reader, but it’s not as easy as he thinks.

word count : 1.5k

(he looks so stressed in this it’s so perfect lmao)

warnings : not proofread, wrote at 3am, car accident, hospital stuff, reader is injured, swears, use of y/n like twice, fluffy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was small things, things you had always done. Giving him a pencil when he forgot his own, saving the red grapes because he hates green ones, sliding him the answers to questions that he doesn’t know.

It was a hard habit to grow out of after being friends for so long. You did try, you wanted to hate him for abandoning you. Wanted to be bitter, but he was just that boy from middle school, from kindergarten.

You did appreciate that even though you weren’t friends, whenever Tommy and Carol tried something he’d get them to leave you be.

He was your first real friend, and it was hard watching him become a completely different person overnight. People change. It’s just a shame that Steve Harrington had to become the King of Hawkins High.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Stood in the lunch line, you slid your tray across smiling softly at the lunch ladies. Finally getting to the end of the counter you picked up a fruit cup, you’d been wanting strawberries all day so this was perfect.

Heading to sit on a lunch table, you picked at a sandwich, hating your past self for not getting up 15 minutes earlier to pack your own lunch.

That was when you heard voices behind you, “It’s literally a fruit cup Steve, I’m sure you’ll live.” Tommy.

“Yeah I’ll live, it’s just one of the only decent things to eat they have.”

“Oh no, rich boy will have to starve until he gets home and his maid makes him a 3 course meal,” Carol teased.

Sighing to yourself, you’d all of a sudden gone off your food. Deciding that you’d go and sit with your friend in the art room you stood from the table. Slinging your bag over your arm, you held the tray in the other.

You knew that Steve had money, but his parents were also assholes, as soon as he could make box mac and cheese they’d leave him alone for weeks at a time. That house was big for an adult, but for a 13 year old it was like a castle.

Walking past your old friend, you placed the fruit cup down in front of him, not stopping to look at anyone. You slid your tray onto the rack with the other dirty ones and were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was the end of the day, and you couldn’t wait to go home, your stomach was screaming for some good food.

“Hey wait up!” a voice called, a familiar one, but no it couldn’t be for you. A hand landed on your shoulder. “Hey, didn’t you hear me call you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were taking to me. Hi Steve.”

“Hi,” he smiled.

“What can I do for you?”

“I um … I just wanted to say thank you, for the fruit cup.”

“Oh yeah no worries, was that all?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded.

“Right, I’ll see you.”

“See you.” You went to walk out of the door, but the Harrington boy called your name. “Yeah?”

“Did you … did you want to hang out?”

His eyes looked scared, afraid that you’d reject him. He’d never grown out of the habit of picking his nails when he was nervous. Giving him a soft smile you spoke, “Sure, I’d like that.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The plan was to meet at Benny’s, you went there a lot when you were younger. You’d hang out, catch up, all that fun stuff. You didn’t know why you were nervous, it was just Steve.

Sure it’d been 3 years since you had a conversation with the boy, but he was still Steve Harrington. Your best friend. Well ex- best friend.

Driving along you were making good time, you were meeting Steve at 5:30 and it was now just past 5. The roads weren’t super busy so you could get there a bit earlier, and then try and calm down.

It would be fine, you’d go, have milkshakes, chat, have burgers, chat, have another milkshake, drive home and probably not talk to him for another 3 years of your life.

“Hey watch out!” a woman screamed as her son fell of his bike and into the road, right in front of you. Swerving the car, you stomach lurched.

The force of the turn making it uncontrollable, slamming you into a tree. Your head hit the steering wheel, blood falling down. “Ow, god my head,” you whined, trying to figure out what had happened.

It was so fuzzy, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Ringing filled your ears and your head pounded, eyes growing heavy as you let your head rest against the wheel.

You’d just close your eyes for a second, just one second.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

He’d been here for 45 minutes now, he looked like a fool. You’d stood him up. He understood that he wasn’t a good friend for leaving you to fend for yourself in highschool, but seriously.

Sighing to himself, he pushed up from the booth, leaving a tip on the table and headed out to his car. He needed to see you, needed to know why you didn’t come.

Driving to your house seemed like the best idea, that way you could talk with nobody else around. It’d be relaxed and comfortable.

Raising a brow as he drove past a tow truck pulling a car away from a tree, ouch that must of hurt. Hopefully everyone was okay.

Soon enough he arrived at your place, parking just a few doors down he walked up, hoping your mother and father would remember who he was. He changed, but not that much.

As he was ready to ring the bell, your mom opened the door. “Oh uh hi,” he said.

“Steve honey, hello,” she sounded out of breath. “I was just wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Y/N,” she began to tear up, “They’ve been in an accident, I’ve just come back pick up their things.”

“An accident?”

“A kid came into the road, they didn’t hit them but they hit a tree. Hit their head.”

He thought back to the scene he’d come across a few moments before. Holy shit. It was your car. How could he not recognise it was yours.

Guilt flooded his chests. He had been angry at you for not showing up. You had been on the way. You’d saved a kids life and risked your own. You were hurt. In the hospital and he was mad.

“Steve,” your mom spoke, “Would you like to come with me to see them?” His eyes were glassy and he sniffed, “Would you mind?”

“Come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Waking up your whole body hurt. What happened? The lights were so bright. Where were you? Beeping sound filled the room you were in, unfamiliar bed clothes covered you and a hand rested in yours.

You squinted, looking at a familiar face, “Steve?”

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” the boy exclaimed, “Hang on let me just get a nurse.”

“Nurse?” you asked, confused. Pushing yourself up, Steve ran to your side, “Hey take it easy!”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I was coming to meet you.”

“You got into a crash,” he said, taking your hand softly. Scrunching your face, you remembered bits and pieces.

“Is the little boy okay?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that, of course you’d be more worried about someone else. “He’s fine. Him and his mom brought you some flowers.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the diner.”

“Please don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there.”

“Like I should’ve been there for the past 3 years,” he sighed.

“Steve-“ he cut you off.

“No, I’m so sorry. I hate that I abandoned you, you’re my best friend and I just left you and when I try and fix it you get hurt!”

“Stevie, that wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was! If I hadn’t of left you we wouldn’t have had to meet up and catch up, you wouldn’t have driven past that kid. You’d be okay.”

“I am okay.”

“You’ve got stitches!”

“I do?” you asked, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Don’t! Gosh don’t touch, it’ll hurt,” Steve said.

“Sorry mom.”

“Oh shush.”

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t my fault. It was an accident, and I’m okay. I promise,” you said, squeezing the boys hand. “I want us to be friends I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Stevie,” you smiled at the boy, “But there is no way in hell I’m hanging out with Tommy and Carol.”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that to you, they’re horrible.”

“Why are you friends with them?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Well it’s okay, you’ve got me now.”

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand he laughed softly, “Yeah I do, and I don’t plan on ever leaving you again.”

“I’ll hold you to that Harrington.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I am sooo sorry this took me so long to write, I didn’t see it in my requests. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[teenandbeyond]

Hi I was wondering if I could I get this prompt “It wasn't your fault." With Lord Beerus x fem reader where a villain attacks you and Beerus blames himself because he wasn’t there to protect you kinda angsty but turn fluffy with Beerus saying I love you..Thank you 😊 btw I’d your not request you can just ignore this.

Beerus x Fem. Reader Drabble

Hai, hello! Edit: I was so sleepy when I did this xd

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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🥢It Ain't Your Fault🥢 Dragon Ball Super

Warning(s): Fluff, angst

If only he could've saved you, that's what keeps running through his mind...

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"I should have been there! If I’d been there you wouldn’t be…”

He watched as Whis healed your severely injured body.

“She should be fine momentarily, my lord.”

He brooded as he traversed his home realm, mind blank, not knowing where he was going.

“It’s all my fault. Why was I such an idiot?” he muttered.

“It’s not your fault, Beerus.”

His head snapped over to you, you offered him a smile.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Whis was able to heal me well.”

“I’m sorry–”

“But what are you apologizing for? It wasn’t your fault and I’m just fine. What’re you still all mopey and worried for?”

Right, because Beerus never acted like this with anyone else. It was reasonable for you to be confused…he’s been hiding something from you, though.

“Beerus?”

“It’s because I love you, okay?! When I saw you, you practically looked dead. And I can’t get that out of my head, not after something so vivid,” Beerus gripped his head.

You eyes widened, “Wh-what did you say?”

“You looked–”

You swatted your hand in a gesture, “–No, before that.”

“...I…love you, [Name].”

You smiled, cupping a cheek and pressing your forehead against his, “I’m sorry for worrying you, Beerus. I’ll try to be more careful. I don’t want you to feel that way, because I love you, too.”

“You…you do?”

“I do.”

[reineydraws]

Saw your most recent post and akjcsbakcb I LOVE HIM 😭😭

Also! I was wondering if you have any Jason hurt/comfort fic recs?

nonny, i have so many recs!!! possibly too many lol 🥲 it took a hot second but i narrowed it down to 12! first tho im just gonna recommend everything by @envysparkler (ao3) and @lurkinglurkerwholurks (ao3); ive cried liberally going through their whole works and it's all 👏 so 👏 good 👏👏👏

anyways, onto the rec list! ☀️ these are all batfamily hurt/comfort gen fics centred around jay & his family (usually bruce).

* btw these are in no particular order, and the word count is rounded to the nearest thousand! (ie. 3764 words will be listed as 4k)

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 21k

5 times jay saves his siblings + 1 time they save him. it's got some humour in it but it's also soft and involves the trope of all of them coming to his rescue when he thinks no one will :')

Breathing by lurkinglurkerwholurks | 4k

jay is extremely hurt in this one but he's also the one doing most of the comforting via dark humour while his family freaks out lol. spoiler alert: includes the trope of injury hiding (specifically the one where a character literally holds their guts together lol) so as to not worry anyone further

hellhole by envysparkler | 4k

jason gets caught in an explosion and doesnt know if anyone can hear him call for help bc no one is replying, so he crawls out of the wreckage himself. there is so much angst and it's so good. spoiler alert: ofc they hear him, he just cant hear them. and ofc he narrates everything out loud ;P

grave secrets by envysparkler | 5k

tw suicide attempt. jason decides to return himself to his grave after the joker incident, and starts digging. he is v obviously not in a good headspace; tim shows up to try to stop him, even tho he's still injured from jason attacking him at titans tower. a line that continues to haunt me: “Here Lies Jason Todd,” he recites, and shrugs, “I’m just following directions.”

A Psalm of Grief and Anguish by LeilaSecretSmith (orphan_account) | series: 9k total (4 works)

tw suicide attempt. after jason successfully kills the joker, he realizes there's nothing left for him now that he's achieved what he wants. bruce finds him on a rooftop. (dick, tim and damian are poised for a catch.)

Recollect, re-collect by Ptelea | 94k

jason gets hit with a spell that makes everyone forget about him. the counterspell involves everyone talking about why no one wants to forget him. also heavily about the robin mantle and legacy, so it becomes a very jason & dick family feels fic. my favourite thing about it is that there's this mantra dick teaches his successors: "Robins balance different than Bats."

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden | 48k

jason and bruce go on a road trip cuz they never did that before jay died. there's also a memory jason revisits often throughout the fic of b teaching him constellations and jay feeling safe and the wistfulness and longing surrounding it hurt so much but it's so good. 🥲 this fic makes me ache remembering it.

A GRAVE FILLED WITH BOOKS. by orpheusaki | 5k

sometimes it feels like everyone's grown up and jason's stuck at the age he got murdered. sometimes he doesnt recognize bruce as his dad anymore, with how much jay's death changed him. bruce lost his son, and jason lost his dad, but they still have each other the way they are now. they're still father & son.

World’s Saddest Breakfast Club by motleyfam | 7k

jason's just escaped captivity and needs to eat, so he decides to go to the manor at ass o'clock and cook the lobster that is supposed to be for bruce's bday dinner for himself. his siblings come into the kitchen one by one while he cooks and he cooks for them too. funny, warm, and very food as a metaphor for love.

Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory | 25k

this is a bit more plotty than the rest of them lol. the red hood kills the joker than disappears from gotham. later, batman meets an injured red hood in paris and have to work together for a case. he doesnt know it's jason (yet). this is the fic that made me really understand what bruce means when he says "if i start killing then i cant stop."

life, if well lived by CaptainOzone | 11k

jason accidentally time travels and meets thomas and martha wayne on what turns out to be The Day. jay'a full of complicated feelings about bruce, but at the end of the day, jay's still his son (and those are his grand-parents).

Both Ends of the Candle by Lunette3002 | 5k

jason's been overworking himself and his brothers stop by his apartment to tell him to slow down. ends in couch cuddles. 🥰

there ya go, anon! hope u enjoy :)))

[honeystwiggypeach]

Hihi! I was reading through all your Haikyu dad fics. I love them so much btw! I was wondering if you considered doing on for Daichi? How he would react once he found out reader is pregnant? Canonically he's a cop so maybe he gets worried about how dangerous his job is and if he can handle the extra stress? He gets distant from reader because of it and doesn't wanna add any extra stress to the pregnancy. It could def be angst to fluff.

I love your work and even if you don't do my request, I appreciate whenever one of your fics comes up on my dash 🥰🥰🥰

I’m gonna sob you’re so sweet😭😭I’m so glad you liked them!! I’ve only written Daichi a few times but I’d be happy to write that for you!!stop that’s so nice I’m gonna cry!! Tysm for requesting I love writing requests so much so if anyone else wants to see anything else let me know!!!

Tw- pregnant reader, Daichi’s worried about his job, angst to fluff, reader has Braxton hicks contractions fears it’s early labor, Daichi ignores reader for a while, everything in the request!! Let me know if I missed anything!!

When Daichi first became a cop he hadn’t thought anything of it, it was a nice job that paid well. After you two got married however, was when he started to become concerned.

His head would swirl with thoughts of you getting injured or living alone because he’d been injured with his job, and after you two had found out you were pregnant the fear only grew.

Today however, while he was directing traffic working as a crossing guard, before he could direct any traffic someone had almost run him over. And for a moment Daichi let the shock rush over him before calling in the liscense plate. Thankfully he was unscathed and someone else offered to take over his position.

When he’d gotten home you were next to the kitchen island a big mixing bowl sat infront of you.

You smiled sweetly at him and when he got over to you, he didn’t hug you like normal, he couldn’t what if that guy got arrested and came for you because you were the most precious thing to Daichi.

So for the next month the process proceeded. He’d broken up your schedule so much you’d find yourself crying to sleep as he’d stay in the living room late at night watching trashy television in his recliner which he’d only bought to rock your baby in, you miss the way he’d rub your belly at night helping to soothe the soreness and calm down your baby girl’s sharp kicks to the ribs.

One of these days however, you’d had a little scare, you’d thought you’d had an early contraction thankfully it was just a Braxton hicks contraction, still to be cautious you’d had a friend drive you to the hospital, you never called Daichi, he hadn’t talked to you since last week.

“Y/n? You’re here?” Daichi sighs out in relief as you walk into the house he holds you tight and your brows furrow, you place your hand on his back.

“I was worried” you can see the relief in his eyes.

“You were worried?” It’s than he realizes how horribly he’s messed up.

It took an incredibly long time to forgive him for ignoring you like that but inevitably you did.

When you gave birth to your precious little girl Daichi relized than that while yes his job comes with risks, that everything does even what he thinks will protect his family comes with risks and he’s happy he was able to relize that before it was to late to fix his family.

He smiles softly at his baby who stares up at him with her big brown eyes in her cute little bear onesie he’d boughten.

Anywho!!! If you want to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests so much!!!!!(Also I’d love to write more Daichi stuff if you guys want!!!)

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Vers Moi: Part 3

Chamber x Fem!reader

NSFW (18+) Minors do not interact

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: Smut and some fluff (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT). Finger penetration, oral (fem receiving). handjob, maybe a tiny bit of angst, hickeys. prob spelling mistakes. Tell me if I should add anything else

P.S,

Neptune, don't you think this is too fast? And my answer to that is idk I am just writing stuff and submitting it. Again MDI. Uh enjoy, btw I will take like headcannons or requests, I am a bit in writers block so I needs some helps here :'1 anyway hope you ENJOY

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You never bothered to explain to Brim what had actually happened back at the villa. There was more you needed to find out before reporting back to Brim. It did take the Agents awhile to get back. Only Viper, Killjoy and Raze arrived first.

“How are the others”?

“Fine, no one got killed, a few injured, Raze got burnt super hard by Phoenix's flame, but I am super tired”, Killjoy yawns as she is ready for bed. She volunteered to do Comms instead, since she can just place her bots on site. Raze seemed fine but needed to refresh. Viper per usual is as stoic as ever.

“Heard you and the new agent are getting along”.

“You could say that”.

“Not one is in critical condition, Sage is on site with them, no need to worry”.

Viper smiled at you and walked towards her bedroom, then turned behind her to look at you before you could ask anything.

“He’s staying you know, to guard the spike, I’m not sure if you realized but someone interfered with the security, probably Cypher, stay safe y/n”.

She shrugged her shoulders and wished you goodnight. She was a mellow person, never bothered anyone, but always had heart inside even if it did not seem like it. Always felt to her in an unprofessional way, she always seemed like a mother figure to you and Sage as well.

The rotation was going to happen early in the morning, all night you were asking yourself questions about the Mirror Chamber, did the actual Chamber make a deal, is he hurt? Why did he spare you, why did Yoru hesitate?.

Everything seems so overwhelming that the only solution was to sleep while you could before something new happens. You didn’t expect to stay a few more days in the villa. Brim reported they just needed to double check before going back to the agency.

The covers started to keep that perfect ratio of warm and cold, everything seemed to fade. Your lids became heavy. A part of you became worried that Chamber was one of the injured, did Mirror Chamber do something? You were a mental wreck, nothing seemed to sooth you.

Eventually you were pulled into sleep. You also felt something move next to you and pull you in. The scent of a french vanilla cologne washed over you , Vincent snuggled himself between your neck and shoulder. You felt relieved he was alright, you caressed his hand.

“You scared me”.

“Je me pardonne, I am a bit stressed”.

You turned around to face, he wasn’t wearing his glasses, you admired the spots you never get to see on his face, you gently placed your hand onto his cheek and rub circles.

“I am sorry I was not there mon coeur”.

“What do you have to be sorry about, you’re the one who's hurt no”?

You saw a small bandage wrapped around his forearm, he explained how Reyna barely missed him while he was up on a tower aiming at her. You lifted yourself to examine the wound a bit, it seemed small, the bullet just nicked him was all.

“Why did you not tell Brim about Yoru”.

You were caught by surprise, there would be no way of him knowing, was it true he is working with his double?

“I and the other Chamber made a deal to protect you”.

“What”?

Chamber pulled you in closer, kissed your forehead. He massaged your hair with his hand.

"There is nothing to worry. But you scared me mon amour”.

Instinctively you look up towards Vincent, wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes. The moment relaxed you both, the presences were enamored with each other. You took the moment in, before you went in to kiss him. It was deep and soft, it felt like finally coming out of water and breathing for the first time. It has been awhile since you kissed someone, it made you a little unexperienced, but Vincent’s was leading the way. Your hands explored each other, Chamber’s hands became lower, grabbing your behind. He flipped you both so you were laying on your back, his kisses became deeper and desperate, he has been longing for this. To have you at his mercy, so he could show his admiration to you, his love for you.

He started to lower himself to your neck and then sweet spot. He liked the way you whimpered when he nipped your skin. He soothes the bites small kisses. He lowered the straps of your gown to have your breast exposed to him.

“You are extravagant my dear”.

He kneaded your left breast in his hand as he devoured the over in his mouth. His teeth pinched your bud, you gave little high pitched moans, trying to avoid making too much noise. While he was filling his insatiable appetite you ran your fingers through his hair, he appreciates your touch and starts to move even lower pulling your bottoms off. You became nervous, you never had a real sex life, and finally was going to happen.

“C-chamber..Please be gentle, I've never done this before..”

He looked at you, you did not seem to be distressed, more hot and bothered. The sight of you all flushed up and lidded eyes made him crave you even more, but had to hold himself back. He had to constraint himself, this was a bit too fast, but also did not want to leave you in this state.

“Tell me if you need to stop”.

You nodded, he gave you one last kiss before slowly going down to trailing his breath from your chest, down to your core, your spine shivered with anticipation. He skipped your core and went to knead your thighs instead. He wanted to leave little purple and teeth marks, marking you as his. When you whined from your heat being ignored, Chamber took notice of your impatience, he lifted both thighs above his shoulders. He first gently flicked your clit, and giving tiny ministrations. He then did a circle method, he inserted a finger to your core, it caught by surprise making to release a large moan, but quickly caught it by placing your hand on top. After stretching you a bit more he added another. The stretch felt so good, never had such a filling sensation. He went to pay more attention to your pearl and sucked hard, your hand clenched onto the bedsheet and his hair, causing him to groan against your mound giving a vibrating sensation. Vincent curled his fingers and moved them in a wave motion hitting a certain spot repeatably, making your back arch. A strong tight sensation was forming in the pit of your stomach. Your thighs were shaking a bit, you felt a bit overwhelmed and afraid of the sensation.

“Vincent I feel-l, weird down there~..”

He seemed to grin at your words, “Let it go for me ma belle, I promise it will feel good”.

When the knot became too tight to hold anymore you released, you felt your thighs shaking violently. You gave a empty high pitch moan. Chamber had to hold your thighs away to prevent his head being crushed. He continued to clean you up with his tongue, enjoying every last bit of you cum.

He came back up to meet you face to face, he gave you a passionate kiss, you could taste yourself from his tongue. He seemed to not make anymore advancements. More enjoying the current moment.

“Vincent, don’t you want to continue”?

He shook his head, he was too afraid to deflower you right now.

“That is too soon my love”.

You frowned, you felt guilty receiving all the pleasure. Understand he is a gentleman, but you felt generous and in the moment. You saw the tight tent of his pants, he seemed restrained, if it was only fair if you helped him a bit too.

“Please let me help you”. You snuck your hands to his belt, he stopped you by holding your wrist.

“We’re not going to go that far”.

“Still you look a little bit in discomfort, please it’ll make me happy”.

He pecked your cheek giving you the ok, while your hands were digging for the prize. You lowered his pants, and his boxers were the only barrier between you and him. His cock was pick and flushed, it was thick and glorious. The size seemed a bit threatening for your core, but that wasn’t what you were going to do. The tip was coated with some pre cum, you put your thumb and played with the flush red tip. Chamber seemed to be sensitive in that part, your hands almost barely wrapped around his member. You stroke him in a circular motion.

Vincent’s head fell between your neck and shoulder. To be honest this action made you a bit nervous and aroused at the same time, you’ve never really touched one in your life or seen one this pretty. Chamber made soft moans against your neck. You took that as a sign and started to fasten your pace. Chambers hands gripped onto the sheets, you could tell how he moved his waist to your hand movements. His climax was soon. After a few more pumps, Vincent groaned as he spilt onto your tummy. He took a few more breaths, you felt him twitch while still in your grasp.

He brushed your hair out of face to give you a kiss. Your body was slumped. You never were given such pleasure, or given such pleasure. Chamber cleaned up his mess and put a pair of boxers on, he went to the bathroom to come back with a warm wet cloth to clean you up.

You were so sleepy, you fell right asleep as soon as you laid onto his chest. When you were fast asleep Vincent whispered, “I can’t help falling in love with you y/n”. But he knew you were not ready for that and needed maybe some more time.

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Hi! Could you do a Falken x reader fic where the reader is recovering from some injuries but refuses to sit still for too long so Falken has to keep an eye on them to get them to recover properly? I too am obsessed with this man and I’m sad that there aren’t a lot of fics about him. 😔

I apologize if this sounded weird or doesn’t make sense, this is my first time requesting a fic and couldn’t figure out a good prompt to give. Love your fics btw!😁

Buh, I had a page and a half written for this and my brain tried to say 'but what if we did this instead' like, no brain I've already rewritten this once, we're sticking with this, fuck off with your shenanigans. I'll have to work on writing for Falken more so sorry if he seems ooc.

I'm glad that I'm the first person you've made a request to. It makes me happy! This was a good prompt and I think Falken fits it perfectly. Thank you for the support! <3

Anyway hope you enjoy!

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Working for the Esper Union always had its risks, especially for those who weren’t espers. Some of us in the offices worked with some sensitive paperwork and reports making us targets for those wanting information, like the Shadow Decree. I myself had never had a problem with anything or anyone. Until recently, that is. I was only supposed to be working a five hour shift that day, but was asked to stay and make it a nine hour. With the shift extension, I was required to take a lunch break at the time I was originally supposed to get off, not knowing that I had some… company waiting for me.

The Shadow Decree had been tipped off to the times certain people were supposed to be off work and waited to follow them a safe distance away from the Union HQ before attacking. Unknown to them, I was just going to lunch and still had a specific device on me. One that allowed me to contact certain members of the Union regarding paperwork and questions.

I had already been messed up pretty bad by the time I remembered that I had it. Thankfully it hadn’t been broken and I quickly used it to tell them what was going on before it had been snatched out of my hands. Not too long after my device had been taken from me, Commander Falken and a couple Union Ops Chiefs had arrived and quickly took care of the Decree members with only a couple of them getting away. Falken had taken me to the med bay himself while the Ops Chiefs stayed behind to clean up the mess and make sure there wasn’t anyone lingering about.

That leaves me in the state I’m currently in. I had received some bad injuries here and there, but the main ones were a large gash on my leg and a spot on my head where I had been hit hard. The whole incident happened three or four days ago and they didn’t hurt that bad anymore, only on occasion when I step or turn wrong with that specific leg or swing my head too fast. I figured that, as long as I was careful, I could be at work. Wouldn’t want to get too behind on reports and paperwork and I felt bad that they might have shoved all of my work on someone else.

I made my way to my desk, ignoring the slight burning coming from my leg injury. No one seemed concerned about my condition, they just welcomed me back glad that I was ok. As long as I didn’t run into a certain someone I should be able to get through the work day with no problem. I didn’t need him worrying about me while he had plenty of work to do himself after all. He has a tendency to fret too much.

I stretched my injured leg out in front of me after sitting down, situating a small trash can under it to prop it up, and began to work. I was right about the build up of work and am glad I chose to come in today, anymore and I would have to put in overtime while skipping some breaks to catch up. First things first, I needed to get the paperwork organized and make sure it was all in order from when it was placed here.

Short time skip

I hadn’t been working for too long when I felt my stomach rumble. I’ll admit, I didn’t eat much for breakfast, coffee makes me feel full for some reason. Pushing my chair back, I stood and stretched before making a b-line to the lounge. There was always someone who brought snacks for everyone and if something wasn’t to my taste I could just hit up the vending machine.

Entering the lounge, I froze. Great, of course he was here at this time. Falken stood looking out the window as usual, it was something you could find him doing quite often. A favorite pastime of his. Maybe I could get past him without him noticing me. Last time I got the least bit hurt around him he wouldn’t leave me alone ‘til I let him tend to it. It was a cardstock cut. A little over the top if you ask me. Seeing as how he knew about my current state, he would undoubtedly be on my case about being here today, especially after insisting that I stay home ‘til I was better.

I quietly made my way to the fridge, not wanting to draw his attention to myself. I’ll leave him to his thoughts. “I had heard you had come in today, though I was hoping they were mistaken.” Damn it. I turned to the slim man still facing the window, my eyes meeting his through the reflection. “Commander Falken, I’m fine. Really. I just take care of paper and computer work, not much else.” He turned, stepping a foot back to face me. “It’s the stress and exertion of energy that is the problem, energy your body needs to heal itself. You’d be better much sooner if you were at home resting.” I turned back to the fridge and finally saw something that caught my attention. “I already have plenty of work piled up from just, what, three or four days? I can get caught up today and maybe take tomorrow off. I can come in every other day. How’s that?” I turned back to him, snack in hand, just in time to see him shake his head, eyes closed. “Unacceptable. Come on. Time to go.” “What? Falken, come on, I’m fine. Just let me- Ow!”I hissed and jerked away. He had made his way over to me and pressed my side, pain spiking from a forgotten wound right under my rib cage. “Well yeah it’s gonna hurt when ya do that. Ow, damn.” He stepped to the side and gestured for me to go. I sighed.

Falken followed me to my desk, where I closed down the computer and gathered the less confidential papers to take with me. “Follow me for a moment, I’d like to swing by my office and grab a couple of things.” I was confused, why would he want me to go with him. He just wanted me to go home and rest right? “Uh, ok.” We went to his office and he went through some papers and leaned over his desk, clicking a couple of things on his computer before straightening up and stretching his arms in front of him.

He grabbed a shoulder bag from a hanger on the wall. “Alright, sorry about that. Let’s go.” “Wait. What are you doing?” He stopped and blinked at me, tilting his head. “Well I’m taking you home. I’d like to make sure you’re actually resting and are properly taken care of so I’ll be accompanying you.” Heat engulfed my face and I froze. Falken was… what? Shit. It was a struggle enough to keep my composer from the sight of him at work. Now he’s gonna be with me at home. Hoo boi.

The whole walk Falken silently stayed close to my side, every now and then getting a notification and typing away on his device. I walked mindlessly, trying not to think about the situation or the pain building up in my leg. My head also started to become just a bit woozy, I’d been standing too long at this point. I hadn’t realized where we were going until I had stepped through the door. That’s when it hit me. This wasn’t my place.

“Falken? I thought we were going to my place.” He turned back to me. “Hm? Ah, apologies. I forgot to mention that. Why don’t you come sit on the couch, I’ll get you some tea.” “I- sure, I guess.” Did he just change the subject on me. Whatever, I’m already here. I made my way to the living room and sat down, resting my head in my hands for a moment. “What kind of tea do you prefer: lavender chamomile, earl grey, green tea, peppermint, oh, I just got this new blueberry hibiscus herbal tea.” Without thinking I got up, a slight burn blooming from the injury, and made my way to where his voice was coming from, leading me to the kitchen. I went over to see what all he had. “What are you doing?” “Huh?” “Go lay down on the couch, I’ll get you some tea and something to eat. You need to stay off that leg and rest your head.” He shooed me away. “Now go.” I squinted at him. “Green tea or lavender chamomile sounds good.”

I sat on the couch again this time laying along it. Falken entered not too long after with two mugs, placing one on the coffee table in front of me and the other on a stand between the couch and a chair. He left momentarily, returning with the bag he had brought with him, pulling out a laptop and making himself comfortable in the chair. “Thank you, Falken.” “You’re welcome, I hope you like it. You should get some sleep after you’ve finished, your wounds will heal faster.” 

I drank the tea while scrolling around on my phone, nothing really catching my interest. Setting the now empty mug down I stared at the ceiling, mind wandering aimlessly. Until a melody played in my head. I knew instantly what it was and I smiled, no better way to pass the time than by watching movies. I searched through my movie app and quickly found it. Alice in Wonderland, the live action from many years ago. Making myself comfy, I started the movie, keeping the volume low so as to not bother Falken. 

I was about twenty minutes in when he spoke up, I think just realizing that I was watching something. “What are you doing? You should be trying to sleep.” “I just wanted to watch a movie, the song kept playing in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. Besides, I’ll probably fall asleep while watching this anyway, so...” He sighed. “Fine, but just this one. Then you’ll get some sleep. Alright?” “Mhm!” I started the movie again smiling as it played, unaware of Falken glancing at me from his laptop with a small smile forming under the face mask he wore.

Within thirty minutes I was almost completely out, the movie still playing as my phone fell from my hands. The thunk it made woke me slightly, but I didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead opting to continue laying there and going back to sleep. I could hear movement from Falken, footsteps approaching the couch. The rustling of fabric giving away him crouching next to me, picking up my phone and placing it on the table. A gentle touch caressed my cheek, thumb stroking my cheekbone, before tucking some hair behind my ear. Then the lightest feeling brushed against my forehead and the scent of his cologne invaded my senses, my heart now pounding in my chest. 

I smiled and snuggled into the blanket I had pulled from the back of the couch, hoping that he would just brush it off as me moving in my sleep. Finally beginning to drift off, I hoped I would remember this moment when I woke up.

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Home Invasion - Jeon Jungkook

Trigger warnings: mild swears, themes of stress towards work and assignments, dialogue that eludes to a hostage situation. I think that’s all, please correct me if not.

A/N: I put a movie reference in here, but I don’t think it’s a well known movie so I will be surprised if anyone gets it (btw it’s not a movie that gets named) These aren’t posted in any particular member order, just as they are completed. I proof-read this with a headache so please excuse any errors. Hope you enjoy!

Most of the time you were level headed, centred, a functioning human being. You were the kind of person others turned to whenever there was a crisis. But today, you were Godzilla.

Thoughts manic, temperature rising, you had reached full Hulk potential; you had stomped across your apartment in a desperate search for your laptop charger, stubbed your toe on the leg of your desk and fell, hitting the door on the way down causing it to slam shut. Rolling onto your back, you lay there letting the anger and frustration of the day consume you, swiped the decorative cushion from your office chair and screamed into it. It wasn’t enough.

Somewhere, your subconscious was telling you this was not an efficient way to deal with your current problem, but all you could hear was the sound of your rapid pulse, the only feelings the red hot throb of pain in your injured toe and the need for release of pent up stress. Your hand sought out the discarded pointy workplace shoes under your desk and, with difficulty due to being flat on the floor, threw them one by one like darts at the wall.

After this, you resolved to lay there for a long time and wallow. With any luck the carpet would absorb you and you would have no responsibilities or worries again. It occurred to you that this was the first pause you’d had all day. You weren’t going to move for anything.

Not even that knock at the door. It was probably just a salesperson. They would move on to the next apartment.

The knocking came again, longer and louder.

Groaning half-heartedly, you slowly began to pull yourself up. As soon as you tried to put weight on your battered foot there was a horrible pain and you couldn’t help but cry out. There was a voice accompanying the knocking now, but you couldn’t make out words. Limping to the front door, you opened it enough to reveal a dark haired young man in a hoodie. You didn’t intend to open the door any further as you wanted to keep this disturbance short and sharp and return to your misery.

“Did, uh- Did you order a pizza?” the man asked, eyes seemingly searching your face.

“What?”

Now his eyes looked past you, head craning to get a look inside. You glanced benhind you but there was nothing to see. “A pizza?”

“No?” You were too annoyed and not observant enough in that moment to notice that he wasn’t actually holding a pizza.

“Are you alone?

You sighed heavily, your mind still on the problem in your home office, the promise of your boss yelling at you in front of all your coworkers. Was this guy trying out some new pick up routine or was he just here to play Twenty Questions?

When you zoned back in, he was still searching your face, his eyes flickering between each of yours. You hadn’t answered his question, just standing there looking through him for a few moments. With a large tattooed hand, he pushed the door open enough for him to squeeze through, the movement of the door you had been leaning your weight into pushing you backwards slightly with it.

“Uh, excuse me!” you spluttered.

Now inside the living room, he was looking around, his head whipping from side to side, boots stepping on your spotless carpet.

“Hey, get out! I don’t even know you!”

“I’m your neighbour,” he said distractedly, as if that was any explanation, before ducking his head and stepping into your bedroom off to the right.

This was the strangest home burglary you had ever seen, and you watched a lot of TV.

“I’m calling the police,” you shouted, reaching for you pocket. Panic. Where had you left your phone?

In the bedroom. Shit.

Your apparent “neighbour” emerged from your room after only a few moments, empty handed. “Is there really no one else here?”

“Yes.”

He was a lot bigger than you, but your mind started looking for ways to get past him into the bedroom to your phone.

You flinched when he moved suddenly, his stance relaxing and a hand going behind his neck. “I’m sorry, I live in the apartment bellow you and I could hear a lot of noise, screaming, banging. It sounded like you were being attacked.”

The panic was stunned out of you. You didn’t know what to say.

He continued, still looking embarrassed but now making eye contact again. “When you opened the door like that and it seemed like you were trying to get rid of me, I thought you were being made to-“ He took a deep breath and let it out quickly. “Well, maybe I’ve just seen too many movies.”

You still just stood there, blinking, feeling stupid for not knowing how to act all of a sudden. “Oh,” you managed, adding, “it’s fine.”

He looked around again, slower this time, probably taking in the details of this living room which was the same as his, but dressed differently. “What were you doing?”

You felt the stress crawling back up at this reminder. “Having a bad day.”

The man’s eyebrows raised, a silver piercing moving skyward with them. “Must have been one hell of a day.”

“The worst.” Without having to look, you slumped onto the arm of the sofa behind you. “I’m shark bait.”

“Sorry?”

You felt it rising to your mouth before you could stop it. “My boss assigned me this project that is clearly meant to be done by more than one person with only two days to do it, I’ve had so little sleep, every waking hour spent at home and at work looking at numbers until my head is numb, and with two hours until deadline my dumbass computer decided to delete all my hard work and die on me.”

Now it was your neighbour’s turn to look blank and do nothing but blink.

“I’m sorry, that was a lot. You don’t even know me.”

“N-no, it wasn’t,” he came back to life again, lips twisted in the smallest smile. “I know you, in little neighbourly ways.” He sidestepped to the single sofa across from you and sat politely, not making himself too comfortable where he wasn’t invited. “I know your car in the lot, always in the closest spot to the entrance door. I gave up trying to get that spot a month after I moved in,” he chuckled. “Even when I pull in and it’s empty, I leave it for you.”

You were stunned again. Nobody else in the building would pass up that spot for someone else, especially someone they had never even spoken to.

“I know you work a lot, so you stay in on weekends and catch up on TV.

Wow, you would have to start lowering the volume.

“I know you get takeout delivered when you’ve been at work for 12 hours straight.”

Okay, that’s a little stalker-ish. You subconsciously wrapped your hands around your arms, something you did to make yourself small when you were feeling way too seen.

“I know you only collect your mail on Fridays. I know you don’t answer the door for trick or treaters.” He couldn’t hide his grin now, a pearly white smile flashing between rounded cheekbones. “By the way, I give them extra to make up for it.”

You couldn’t maintain eye contact anymore. You rarely ever felt shy, but you did now. How could someone you thought you’d never crossed paths with, who you didn’t even recognise on sight, know so much? You couldn’t think of a single thing you could say about him. You didn’t even know which apartment number he lived in.

“And I know computers. Mind if I take a look?”

You looked up into sincere brown eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have better things to do?”

He got to his feet, shrugging. “What are neighbours for?”

Before today, you couldn’t have answered that question.

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The only furniture in your home office was a desk and a chair, to avoid distraction and procrastination, so for some reason, instead of taking your laptop to the sofa in the living room, the two of you were sat on the floor leaning against the wall. This man, who thought he was your rescuer, who you thought was your burglar, who was actually your neighbour, had a name - Jungkook.

“So,” he was saying cooly. “Do you hear that person who plays the same music at exactly the same time every night?”

You weren’t sure if he was just making small talk or if he felt awkward. He didn’t look awkward, pressing combinations on the keyboard and looking totally comfortable as if this were his laptop and his apartment. But you were glad for the distraction; your fingers which were unconsciously twisting each other - your stress habit - relaxed as you began to answer, not even noticing that your black laptop screen had started to glow with life.

“Ugh, yes. That’s Ethan. He lives above me, has for two years. For two years he has played the entire soundtrack of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at nine o’clock on the dot without fail every night. It’s just him in there, so I don’t know why he has to play it so loud. He does have two cats though, one is called Moon and the other is River. But I’m sure they don’t appreciate it either. One of them tried to claw its way into my apartment once. I think that speaks for itself.”

“Huh.”

He was still looking at your computer, so you half-panicked thinking he’d seen something embarrassing. It was just your lock screen, which only had a default picture of a peaceful beach. His eyes met yours.

“How come you know all that about your upstairs neighbour and yet you and I have never met?”

You blinked.

“Well, he’s lived here longer than you have. He makes himself known. I’ve never heard a peep out of you.”

“Peep peep,” Jungkook chuckled as he hit the Enter key. As if struck by déjà vu, you felt you may have heard his giggle before, once or twice, while making your way through the building. “Where do you save work documents?”

“On the desktop.”

As if on cue, the loading screen ended and your desktop was up.

“Holy…”

It seemed he didn’t approve of your method of saving to the desktop, about 20 document icons covering the same serene beach that was your lockscreen picture. “Assign1”, “Assign2” and so on and on. You weren’t going to admit it out loud, but seeing those documents made your chest tighten with stress. You always thought of it as a metaphor: clear all the assignments and get to the beach vacation. But the assignments kept coming, and the beach grew further and further out of view.

“Okay… what number were you working on?”

“Twenty one.”

Jungkook’s eyes scanned the screen. “I see.” Meaning he didn’t see.

“I’m doomed,” You hid your face in your hands like a little kid, flashbacks of the last incident where an employee got berated in front of the whole office reeling before your closed eyes.

“Not yet.”

With the wave of some fingers, a black window appeared and he began to type rapidly, a crusendo of white letters and numbers filling it, meaning nothing to your unknowledgable eyes. Mumbling under his breath, eyes transfixed, his mouth moving almost as fast as his hands, it looked like wizardry. Your eyes flickered up to his face and you noticed he didn’t even glance at the keys once as his fingers flew over them.

“Ass21?”

“Yeah, I got sloppy. Wait, you found it?”

A grin. “Sure did.”

Your body suddenly flooded with warmth as if your blood had started pumping again. With the click of a button your hours and hours of hard work was back on the screen, exactly where you had been up to. In this excited state you didn’t register your hand flying out to grab Jungkook’s arm.

“Oh thank god! I mean, thank you! What can I do to repay you?”

“Bequeath me your parking spot if you ever move out?” His white smile flashed at you again.

“But how did you do that?!”

“A master never tells his secrets.”

You’re looking at him, he’s looking at you, and you’re wondering if you could be friends, if you could have been friends all this time. Maybe all those weekends you spent on the couch watching TV and ordering take-out didn’t have to be alone. Maybe this could be the start of something good.

Then realisation dawns. “Oh shit, what time is it?”

Two heads turn towards the small time display in the bottom corner of the screen.

“8:12,” Jungkook reads aloud.

“Eighteen minutes.”

Now he reaches out for your arm, giving it a few gentle, reassuring pats. “You can do it.” Suddenly he stands up.

“Where are you going?” you ask in surprise.

“I’m going to rescue my dinner, which has probably been simmering for too long now. Then I’m going to bring it up here and share it with you. You’ve had a long day and you shouldn’t have to cook.”

At the mention of food, you realise that you are very hungry and how long it has been since you last ate, as Jungkook crosses to the door.

You wonder for a moment, if this day had gone differently, would you have kept going on the way you had been, not knowing each other, always passing like ships in the night? Maybe a little dramatic, but you were tired and hungry.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook looks back over at you with his trademark grin, one you are becoming familiar with. “Seventeen minutes,” he chimes, before heading out for his apartment.

Shit.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[bokettochild]

About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

[gucciwins]

ahh are you angel was so good!!! is it possible for you to do a follow up where he gets released from the hospital and they go back to her house and she fusses over him a lot and takes care of him and he's like really stubborn and insists on doing things himself and walking about when he really shouldn't? I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!! so so so good!

Hello lovely, thank you for such a kind message. I was writing and I wanted it to be sweet but there's actually a pinch of angst involved. Anyways, if you take the time to read this I hope you enjoy firefighter harry being stubborn at home. This is a follow up to Are You Angel?

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Trouble Follows

Are You Angel?

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Harry was living in bliss.

Although he was injured and healing nicely, the doctors have told him. He enjoyed it because he was living with his girlfriend, who cared for him and made sure he didn’t overdo it.

It’s been two weeks, and he swears he couldn’t love Y/N anymore, but it grows every day. He adored her and was so thankful for how she was caring for him. She’d make him breakfast, and they’d either share it in bed or on the couch. She made his coffee just how he liked it and left him different baked goods every few days. He’s happily putting on weight from all the treats she makes.

Then after seven-thirty, she would head to work and, like clockwork at twelve, would be making her way into the house. She’d remove her sneakers and set up the lunch she stopped by to pick up, and then she’d wake him up with soft kisses all over his face, helping him sit up because of his bruised ribs. Y/N would let him sit at the table the only time. They’d chat about how her day was going too far; then, he’d discuss the book he decided to read. He is currently reading Normal People because Y/N wanted to watch the show, but Harry said she had to wait for him to read the book so they’d be able to discuss both. Y/N thought it was the sweetest thing and smothered him in kisses. Harry likes it when she does that.

After lunch, she’d tuck him to the couch and let him rest while she made her way back to work. Then Harry spent those last few hours at home sleeping, watching Survivor, another thing Y/N got him hooked on. Harry even upgraded her Hulu because he could not deal with the commercials. He didn’t have the patience for that. Y/N told him she wanted to apply to be on any of those shows but didn't know if she’d do well; Harry doubted that. He knew she could do anything she put her mind to. Instead, she told him they should look into applying to do Amazing Race together, which he has not ventured into yet but surely will soon.

Y/N would finally come home around five, and Harry would be in the bedroom either getting ready to shower or lying in bed. He would honestly wait for her because he liked it when she helped him undress, then she’d join him in the shower where she’d let him kiss her all over. He’s honestly dying for a taste of her. The problem is the doctor does not clear him, so it’s a no to sex from her.

Honestly, the shower was part of his favorite day, he’d get to stand, and she’d just let Harry hold her. He’d whisper how he missed her. Then he’d try to tempt her by whisper sweet nothings in her ear about how he missed the taste of her on his tongue, how she could just as easily ride his face, and the one he knows that almost always gets her is how he missed being close to her, as she squeezed him tight when he slipped inside of her. She always took a step back, avoiding eye contact because she knew if she looked at the look in his eyes, she’d give in.

Y/N would look at his chest, her eyes scanning over the scars on his skin until she landed on the purple bruise of his ribs. “Not until that is healed.” She’d half-smile at him.

Today was different. He went to the doctor’s with Mitch, Y/N not being able to get out of shift as they were full of patients for the day but promised to come straight home so they could cook dinner together. He squeezed her tighter before she left this morning, hoping for good news.

Harry walked into the hospital with a smile, greeting the staff. He didn’t have to wait long until his name was called, Mitch staying in his chair, looking at a magazine of National Geographic. Harry fixed his hoodie, walking towards the nurse who guided him to room 205. Carla, the nurse, checks his blood pressure, his height, and weight letting him know he gained five pounds that the doctor would be impressed. Harry smirked, knowing he’d tease Y/N for helping him put on weight. Carla smiled and told him the doctor would be in shortly and informed him to change into the gown provided.

Dr. Vazquez walks in fifteen minutes with a knock on the door.

“Mr. Styles, good to see you.”

“You as well.” He smiles.

“Right, well looking over your charts, everything looks good but still got to look you over.”

“Go right ahead, doc.” Harry sighs with a slight grin.

Dr. Vazquez washes his hands then gloves up. He walks over to Harry, standing right in front of him. First, he looks at Harry’s arms seeing that the burns healed, with minimal scarring. Then he moves over to the gown, seeing there are no longer bruises on his leg. Harry had to do physical therapy for a week as a precaution, but he aced all the drills and then was cleared. He lifted the gown to expose his stomach.

“Does it still hurt, your ribs?” Dr. Vazquez asked as he felt around the area of the bruising.

“No.” Harry lied.

“Hmm…” Dr. Vazquez touched Harry gently on the bruise, and Harry hissed. “Think it still does. It looks like you will need that extra week to recover at least until the bruising goes away.”

“Another week,” Harry repeats.

“Yes, I want you to heal properly.”

“But my job,” Harry exclaims, not believing he has to be out for another week.

Dr. Vazquez sighs, “You’re going back to the job Harry. I understand how much it means to you. If I let you go back early, you could break a rib if you aren’t careful. Now, I want you to go home and keep doing what you’re doing. You’re in great health overall.”

“Except the bruise,” Harry mutters.

“I’ll let you get dressed. See you next week, Styles.” As Dr. Vazquez is turning the knob, he turns around. “Thank Y/N for the oatmeal cookies. They were delicious.”

Harry nods and hops down from the bench wanting to get dressed and go home.

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Mitch drives Harry home; it’s silent all the way there until he parks in front of Y/N’s house, which is technically his. He’s not sure, but it feels like home, at least with her, it does.

“You alright, H?” Mitch asks, shifting to look at Harry.

Harry sighs, leaning his head back against the seat. “No, got another week and another checkup.”

“That’s alright; you need to heal properly,” Mitch responds.

Harry shrugs, “I guess.”

“We still on for dinner at seven?”

“Yeah.”

Harry gets out and makes his way to the front door. He sits on the couch, and the more he sits there, the angrier he becomes. He’s not mad at anyone, just the situation. Harry isn’t sure how long he sits there, letting his anger simmer, but it’s been a while because he hears the front door unlock and Y/N enter.

“Hi darling,” She greets from the door, where she slips her shoes off and sets her purse down.

Harry doesn’t answer, continues to sit there, too lost in thought.

Y/N smiles seeing him sitting there.

She hurries over him, desperate to hug him. She sits next to him on the couch, carefully slipping her arms around his waist as not to hurt him.

“Missed you.”

Harry sighs, kissing her head softly. “Me too.”

“Going to make you a tea, Ms. Waters was telling me it strengthens your bones and to make it even better, it smells like lavender although she said it might need some sugar if you don’t want it to be bitter.”

Y/N isn’t worried. Some days she comes home and does all the talking because he had a few rough days, and sometimes she’d be quiet, and Harry would cuddle her, commenting about everyone’s gameplay in Survivor.

This is the most stable relationship she’s been in. Yes, it is insane for Harry to move for the time being, but she’s not opposed to him moving in so soon. She loves him, and that means she sees a future with him. It may or may not end in heartbreak, but she wants as much time with Harry that she can get.

Harry was just as thrilled. Most of his clothes could already be found in the drawers she opened up for him. She has uniform shirts hanging in her closet. She buys his favorite fabric softener. They’ve been domestic from the start.

This is love, and she wants it for as long as Harry will give it to her.

Y/N came out with the mug, placing it on the coaster for Harry.

Harry stared at Y/N, thinking about every single thing she does for him. He was thankful he really was because he loved her, and this was showing him just how much she loved him, but he could do things independently.

Harry goes to sit up, and Y/N is there instantly to help him. Harry isn’t sure why, but it bothers him.

This seems to be the last straw after the day he had, and Harry shrugs her off.

She steps back, not a word is said.

“Y/N,”

A frown on her face, he called her by her name, not one of the sweet nicknames he has for her.

“You’re suffocating me. I can do this on my own. I’ve been hurt before, and I didn’t need you.” Harry says harshly.

Y/N flinches, taking a step back.

Harry instantly feels the guilt seeping in.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re feeling this way,” She says as she takes small steps back to increase their distance. “I’m going to go for a walk.” Shoes in hand, she opens the door and walks out before Harry can say anything.

Harry sighs because he didn’t mean to make her upset. He really is a dick.

Now she’s outside and upset. Harry hates that he drove her out of her own home because of his stubbornness.

He’s not sure how to apologize, but in the meantime, Harry can think about it before she comes back.

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It’s been over an hour, and Harry knows she should be home soon. He tried calling and texting her, but she’s ignoring his cars, rightfully so. He feels time goes by slowly now that she isn’t there to keep him company.

Harry wants to apologize and hold her close. He misses her and her sweet smile that’s reserved just for him. He feels awful because he’s not even sure if she took a jacket, and it’s a cold night. He did this and just wants her home, even if it means her being upset with him.

There’s a knock on the door, and he rushes over to open it but frowns when he sees Mitch and Sarah.

“Well, what a welcome,” Sarah says sarcastically at his expression.

“Sorry, thought you were Y/N,” Harry sighs, moving back, allowing them to enter.

Mitch and Sarah share a look, “Shouldn’t she be here?”

“She should, but I’m a dick, and she went on a walk to get away from me.”

“Harry,”

“I know, I felt awful right away, Fuck, I’ve never yelled at her-- we don’t fight. It’s not us, and now she’s not answering my calls.”

Sarah looks around the room before her eyes land on the bag next to the mushroom key holder. “The phone that is sitting next to her bag.”

“Fuck,” Harry frowns. He picks it up, seeing all his missed calls. He scrolls then stops when he sees Frankie’s name.

With Frankie, will be home soon.

It was sent fifteen minutes ago.

“She’s with Frankie.”

Harry leans against the wall, sighing in relief. “Should we be here when she gets back?” Mitch asks.

“No, we need to talk. Raincheck?”

Sarah nods, “Of course. Keep us updated.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Mitch walks out first, then Sarah before they share a look. Sarah sighs, turning to look at Harry. “Listen, you don’t have to tell me what happened, but Y/N loves you. I’ve known her as long as you have. From the way Y/N has spoken about you to Frankie and me, it’s like you hung the moon and stars for her. It might be easy to treat her as a target but know this; she will never stand to be mistreated because she knows her worth. So, swallow your pride and fix this with your heart and not your ego.”

Sarah walks away before he can respond. Harry is about to shut the door when a car pulls up; he recognizes it as Frankie’s, a red pick-up truck.

He smiles; she’s back.

Y/N gets out of the car, greeting Mitch and Sarah with a hug. She frowns when Harry assumes they tell her they can’t stay for dinner. She pulls a bag out from the passenger seat and hands it over to them. Harry feels himself soften because even though she was upset, she still passed to get dinner.

Heart of gold she has.

She’s absolutely perfect, and he might have messed it all up.

Y/N hugs Frankie before moving towards Harry, a bag of food in her hand. She doesn’t meet his eyes but walks past him into the house.

Harry closes the door behind him and watches her set the bag of food that he can now see is Thai food from his favorite place three blocks away. She stands there, nervously playing with a robin ring on her index finger, slipping it on and off.

“Uh…you’re right, I’ve been suffocating,” she says softly.

Harry sighs, “No.” But it’s like she doesn’t hear him because she keeps going.

“I can stay with Frankie for a while, this is your home as well, and I won’t kick you out. Or, if you want your own space, Mitch said he could drive you over to your apartment. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Harry feels the tears coming, god he doesn’t deserve her or her sympathy let alone her love.

“You don’t need to go anywhere. I want you right here. Need you right here.” Harry takes a small step toward her hoping she won’t back away.

Y/N doesn’t, but she also doesn’t look at him either. It breaks his heart.

“Will you please look at me, angel?” He pleads.

She lifts her head, eyes red and swollen. He did that. He made her cry.

Maybe he does deserve to feel this hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said. I was upset and angry, and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have. It’s not an excuse for what I did, and you don’t have to forgive me, but I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you upset?”

“Ribs aren’t fully healed, and I was ready to go back to work.”

Y/N nods because she knows what he means. He was ready to go back to work because he has been spending so much time with her.

“Right, because you need to be away from me. I got it.”

“God, no. Baby, no.” Harry cups her face. “Not at all.”

“Then what, Harry!” She tries to shout, but it comes out soft as tears begin to fall down her face. “I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”

Harry sighs, “I’m afraid that if I don’t go back soon, then everyone will see me as weak, that you’ll see me as weak.”

“Harry,” she whispers.

“I know, it’s ridiculous. I love how you care for me but me not being able to do the same kills me.”

“But you do,” she smiles; it’s the first one since she came back. “You watch my favorite shows and read books I’ve read because you want to discuss them with me. You try all my desserts without a complaint. You let me take care of you. You love me because you smile at me every morning and without fail greet me with a kiss.”

Harry lets his tears fall, wanting to soak in her words. “You love me in the little moments as well as the big. I’m sorry, I left. I wanted to give you space, clear your head as I did the same without upsetting each other more.”

“I’m sorry, I pushed you out of your house.” Harry presses a kiss on her cheek. “Will you forgive me?”

“Course, H.” Y/N wraps her arms around his waist. “Don’t like fighting.” She tells him as she nuzzles her face in his chest.

“Me either.” Harry sighs in content, happy to have her back in his arms where she belongs. “Were you serious about me moving in? I mean, we’ve only been together five months now.”

“Said it in the heat of the moment.” Harry nods, not letting her see his frown. “But it doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it. Five months may seem like little time, but with everything we’ve been through, it feels much longer.”

Harry smiles, “Yeah, I hate when people say this, but I do mean it. It feels like you’ve been a part of my life from the start.”

Y/N nods, knowing what he means, “Let’s make this our home. I want you to leave your shoes by the door and help me do laundry on Sundays. I want it all with you.”

“Getting to wake up to you every day and come home to you every night, there’s nothing I want more,” Harry confesses.

“I love you, Harry.”

“And I love you, my angel.”

Harry pulls her in for a final hug, not wanting to stop touching her, just needs her in his arms for the rest of the night.

“Dinner time?” He asks.

“Yes, please.” Y/N goes to pull away, but Harry holds her tight.

She looks up at him, eyes red but no longer sad. “Kiss, please?”

Y/N smiles at him fondly, giving a slight nod. Harry leans in, brushing their lips together softly, nervous she might pull away, but she doesn’t; instead, she presses herself closer to him. It’s a kiss that centers him, that reminds him he didn’t mess it all up, that at the end of the day, she came back to him. The kiss is soft, and Harry feels all the love she’s pouring in, and Harry hopes she can feel it from him as well.

Harry pulls back, pressing a final kiss to her lips.

“Now, dinner or shower first.”

“Shower want to hold you, angel,” Harry confesses.

“Alright, but no funny business.” She teases.

Harry gasps, “I would never.”

She giggles, making her way to the bedroom, with Harry following behind.

Harry leans against the doorway, watching Y/N set her clothes for the night on the bed, then going to his drawers to do the same. He wants this forever; he wants her to fluff his pillows, to warm his blanket, to run her fingers through his hair, to massage his back, relieving all the tension he has built up. He’s decided he’d let her shower him in love and bask in it because it doesn’t mean she sees him as weak; it’s her way of showing she wants to take care of him and who is he to deny her of that.

Harry feels his heart grow when she heads to the bathroom but stops turning to him with an outstretched hand; he steps forward, intertwining their fingers.

Yeah, he’s going to love her for a long time.

_____

Here's more firefighter harry because this wrote itself and in a matter of two days. will eventually write more for firefighter harry but will be focusing on other work :)

[syiano]

Hi, I love the little preferences your doing. Could you possibly do one for when they get jealous. Or you could when you injure yourself. I've got a few more ideas as well if you'd like them.

Hi!! Thank you, I'm so glad you love my preferences! 💕 You're also welcome to have more than one request if you want to!

I already did jealous preferences, and the link to it is right here if you wanna check it out. :)

(I love your username btw LOL)

{Requested}

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: You Accidentally Hurt Yourself

Steve instantly comes to you and stays calm, but more alert of anything around you that might trip on and hurt you more. He stays by your side to make sure you're okay, and holds your hand if you're in pain or worried. When your injury has been treated, he lightly scolds you to be more careful, while holding you close.

Oh boy, Bucky instantly goes protective mode when you get hurt. He gets worried about you, even if you kept telling him that you were okay. Bucky doesn't want to leave your side either, and becomes hesitant to allow anyone near you or touching you, only for Steve or Sam to convince him that you're going to be alright, and to let someone help you. (Well, isn't not that he doesn't want you to be healed, he just thinks you're vulnerable and gets worried when people touch you or come near you)

He's more gentle than usual, treating you like your fragile. He will get anything for you and suggests you not get up.

Tony tries not to worry too much, but you can tell that it bothers him. He asks FRIDAY what injuries you have before treating you himself. Tony lets you stay in your shared room, and lets you take a break from any duties you have for the rest of the day.

Peter panics a little when you hurt yourself and repeatedly asks you are you okay. When you reassure him that you're okay, he immediately takes you to someone who can treat you. Afterwards, he feels bad and apologizes for not looking after you, and will quickly cut you off if you try to get up, offering to get you what you need himself.

Sam stays calm and knows how to take care of you. He reassures you that you are going to be okay, and when he's done treating your injury, he brings some water and overtime checks to see if your injury has gotten better. To cheer you up, he makes some jokes from time to time.

Scott actually gets pretty serious when you get hurt, and luckily has experience with situations like these. After he takes care of your injury, he brings you blankets and your favorite snacks, and then...he offers you some orange slices.

Bruce doesn't really panic or freak out, but he is a little worried. He brings you to his lab and treats your injuries, and gives you some pain killers and tells you to take it easy so that you can heal faster. Bruce frequently checks up on you and reminds you that he will be there if you need anything.

Thor instantly comes to your aid. He doesn't know much about treating human injuries since he's a God in all, so he lets Bruce do it. When he's done, he keeps more of an eye on you so he could make sure you don't end up hurting yourself again. If your injury hasn't healed yet and you need to get up, he just carries you in a bridal style (you gotta lead him because he's not putting you down lol).

Loki's usually calm nature fades away as soon as you get hurt. He becomes more protective of you. When you're being treated, he keeps an eye on them, watching so that they don't hurt you ('cause he's Loki) and glares if he hears you wince and sees you flinch. Loki will bring you to his room afterwards and just pampers you.

Pietro actually turns protective mode when you get hurt. He makes you sit down and rest, while he constantly asking what happened to you. When you tell him that you accidentally hurt yourself, he tells you that he'll be right back and speed over to Bruce to get what you need to treat you. When he comes back, he will treat your injuries while telling you to be more careful, and says he should keep a better eye on you.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #92

1. Hello! I was wondering if there are any The Way of the Househusband AUs in the fandom, or something like? I haven't found any, and it would just work so well with Aziraphale and Crowley. Thank you for this blog! - anon

2. Hiya! I’m looking for a specific fic, which I can’t seem to find anywhere (worried it’s been deleted), and thought I should check here before jumping to any conclusions (:It’s a fic where Aziraphale and Crowley meet when Crowley is trying to rob holy water from a church, and mistake each other for humans. They remain friends, but don’t realise they’re both supernatural entities, up until Armageddon. I can’t recall too many details, as it was one of the first fics I ever read in this fandom, except for the fact that there’s a scene with Crowley dropping a container of holy water in a church and Aziraphale catching it.If anyone knows what I’m talking about, please let me know. Thank you so much in advance, btw, and have a lovely day (: - @bidevoir

3. Do you know of any fics where Adam was successfully switched with the Dowlings' baby and Warlock stayed with the Youngs? Or fics where Adam and Warlock are raised together? - anon

4. Hello, I've been looking for a fic about azira und Crowley getting into an accident but only Crowley got seriously injured and got into hospital. Last time I red it there was only one chapter left until its finished. But now I can't find it :( thx for the help - @undertaker991

5. Hi! I'm trying to find the fic that has a scene (possibly recurring) where Crowley makes origami out of Aziraphale's bowties and leaves it around the shop for Aziraphale to find as a little romantic gift. This isn't the main plot, just a small scene in a broader fic. Thanks!! - anon

If you know any of these fics please comment/reblog with the details and include the number in your response! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[lovelybarnes]

can you do a fic that’s like the ep’s “hit” and “run,” but it’s Y/N and Spencer’s child they have to save, and not JJ’s?

pairings: spencer reid x reader, platonic!bau x reader

warnings: mentions of getting shot, bank robbery, blood, kidnapping, worry, cm stuff.

about: requested! s7 e23-24 but spencer and y/n’s child is at risk (jemily is canon btw, will knows)

thank you so much for requesting! sorry it took me so long and it's going to have to be in two parts, since apparently it was too long lol, it'll be up as soon as i'm done editing it! (i also promise it gets better in the next part-) part two

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the ticking clock on your wrist seemed to pulse with each move the arms made, each one notifying you that you were running a little later than before. when spencer rounded the corner to your mother’s house, you sighed in short relief, unbuckling your seat belt when he parked and getting out of the car to open the door to the back, smiling at your son in his booster seat. “hey, bug,” you whispered, undoing his seatbelt and pressing your lips to his head in a weak attempt to wake him up. spencer was taking things out of the trunk hurriedly, setting them down and walking to the door of the house, where your mother was already waiting.

you pulled your little boy into your arms, seeing as he wasn’t fully awake yet and would probably stumble over his feet if you set him down. you only hummed when his fingers twisted in your shirt, holding you close.

“hey, mom,” you greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek. spencer’s hand rested on your lower back, the other adjusting emiliano’s hair.

“i’m sorry we’re so late, it was supposed to be a day off so yesterday we stayed up late, and emi wouldn’t wake up,” you said, your mom nodding as a response, "oh it's no problem, honey," she assured, stretching her arms out.

you kissed emiliano on the head again as a goodbye, smiling when he made a little noise and handed him to spencer, who pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before giving him to your mom. you waved goodbye to your son, heart stinging a bit from the disappointment that you weren’t going to spend the day with him like planned. “bye, mom! we’ll be back later, i love you!”

your mom sent you a goodbye you barely heard as you and spencer sped walked back to your car, driving to work late.

-

the ten minutes you were running late didn’t seem like such a big deal when you realized practically everyone else was behind schedule as well, although you couldn’t blame anyone, it was supposed to be your free day. spencer had even planned to go to a comic con with penelope, but he had only been able to start to get dressed before everyone got called in.

you and spencer were still in the car, examining the scene before getting out. outside, spencer planted a quick kiss on your lips, and you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze, then joining your team.

you stood between spencer and jj, greeting the others with a small nod and a smile before hotch began to list facts about the case. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed jj and emily’s hands tangling together, and a small smile sneaked onto your lips. your eyes flicked up to will’s face, realizing he had seen it too.

you looked back to hotch, who was still talking.

“... killed one person in each robbery.”

rossi voiced the question you had before you could, “m.o.?”

“single gunshot wound. each of the victims has bled out,” hotch explained and you all began walking towards the large vehicle housing penelope, sometimes cutting in with thoughts.

“serial killers with a thirty day cooling off period and we’re only just hearing about this now?” emily asked.

“headquarters identified them as robbers first and killers second,” hotch said, and you raised an eyebrow, “no one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies- especially in the span of seven months.”

“i agree; i disagreed with the original assessment, but i was overruled.”

you nodded, continuing to listen to what hotch was saying as you walked into the fbi rv.

“why haven’t we been able to id them off of surveillance footage?” derek asked.

“they hack the security feed and turn off the cameras. both during the initial canvass and during the robbery, until the masks come back on, and then we’re allowed to watch.”

you squeezed penelope’s shoulder as a greeting, and she only smiled, blowing you a kiss as she continued to type.

you looked up at the screen showcasing the surveillance, running your eyes through the hostages. “they’re using the hostages as human shields,” you observed out loud.

“this is the first time they’ve been interrupted. what went wrong?” jj asked; the rest of the team voiced their thoughts until hotch gave everyone orders on what to do and where to go.

“jj, reid, and prentiss, look over past robberies, that’s going to be our victimology. pull another analyst if you need to. dave, handle negotiations, and morgan and l/n, strategize tactical options with mpd.”

you all nodded, and you squeezed spencer’s hand once more as a goodbye, walking out with derek.

-

you only had a few minutes to introduce yourself to mpd when a gunshot rang, making you flinch slightly and realize you would have even less time you thought.

“l/n?” a staticky voice you recognized as penelope interrupted your talk with the officer who was going to go in to help the injured bank robber, and you apologized as you pulled the intercom from your pocket.

“yeah, pen?”

“we got names. chris and oliver stratton. they’re brothers. oliver is the injured one”

“chris and oliver stratton," you repeated, "thank you, penny.”

“always, sweetie.”

you relayed the information to the officer with you and derek, who was currently loading up his weapon before reaching to put it in his pants. derek stopped him before he could, “no, no, no, no, i want you to put that in your bag.”

the officer paused, as if asking why, and you responded, “the woman’s probably going to want to search you,” you pushed the medical bag closer, watching as he put the weapon inside, “but chris is going to be too worried about his brother to delay long enough for her to check the bag, too.”

“alright.”

derek and you shared a look, “you’re going in to provide medical assistance, no unnecessary risks, hear me?” derek said, and the officer nodded.

“once you stabilize oliver, check on the hostage they just shot, he might still be alive,” you added. “understood,” officer green replied.

“do not draw your weapon unless you can subdue the unsubs without endangering the hostages,” derek told him, and green nodded again, zipping up the bag. “yes, sir.”

he began to walk over to the bank entrance, and you went over with rossi and hotch with derek; you stared at the screen with the surveillance, spotting the officer you’d just talked to walk in,

“shit,” you muttered, realizing the brother was probably going to die. “this isn’t good, hotch,” you said, and hotch didn’t reply.

“morgan, tell green to make a move before chris does.”

morgan touched his mic, pushing it closer to his lips, “green, you gotta go. green, go.”

you saw as he reached into his bag, pulling out his weapon in silence. chewing at your thumb, you froze when you saw chris reach for his own weapon, shooting green in the chest. you didn’t even have time to think over what just happened when chris shot him again in the head.

you could only blink and stare at green’s body lying lifeless on the floor, jaw clenched and hands shaking in frustration, trying to remain composed.

the next few minutes were a blur, swat was called and hotch and strauss argued about something you didn’t really pay attention to, “you okay, l/n?” derek asked and you nodded, “yeah. yeah, i’m fine, are you?”

derek only nodded, his attention taken away by rossi, who was waving him over.

“they called,” you realized, walking over to rossi.

“...i want an... armored truck and a plane with a cleared flight path to switzerland.”

a female voice cut in, “no, no, no. chad. we want to go to chad.”

“yeah,” chris said, “no agents with guns this time. we’ll fly ourselves.”

there was a click that indicated the conversation was over, and you swallowed hard, “i don’t think he’ll be happy she injected herself in like that.”

-

“these guys were too good to get caught. so, why did they?” rossi asked, and will, from next to you, answered, “911 received a call alerting them to a robbery in progress.”

penelope cut in from the screen in front of you, “actually, it was a text. dc added 911 messaging after the virginia tech students’ texts went unanswered during the massacre.”

“can you trace it, garcia?” hotch asked.

“yeah. that message was sent from a cell phone that is currently inside the bank that is registered to a… larry phillipis jr.”

will paused, “why does that name sound familiar?”

rossi was silent for a second, thinking, “that’s the name of one of the gunmen from the ‘97 north hollywood bank shootout in california.”

“so, is this an homage?” derek questioned, but no one was able to answer.

“guys, that message was sent thirty seconds before they blacked out the security feeds for entry.”

another voice offscreen that you recognized as strauss asked how that was possible, and derek answered, “it didn’t come from a hostage, it came from one of the robbers.”

you swallowed, “she wanted us here.”

-

jj and emily were back, and walking over to you and derek. “there’s no clear line of sight to the vault,” will noted, observing the map.

“no, but if we come in, that’s where they’ll go. we need to be ready for it,” derek stated, gazing up at the building.

“garcia caught us up. why instigate a hostage situation?” emily asked from next to you, and you shrugged, “what’s a narcissist without attention?” you answered, “she thrives on it.”

jj was looking around, “she must have something bigger in mind.”

you agreed silently, “well, we need to separate chris and the female to find out what that is.”

“it’s not going to be hard, they’re already on edge,” emily supposed.

rossi walked from the rv to the phone, taking your attention with him. you stared at him before noticing emily stepping over to him and leaving you to stay behind with derek, jj, and will. you all talked between each other, talking strategy and theories.

-

the next thing you knew, chris was asking for will, and jj was staring at will like he was crazy to even consider it. you were sat next to will, only listening to their conversation.

will was shaking his head, looking between jj and hotch before he turned to you. “i know you’d do it if you were me,” he told you, and you saw jj roll her eyes. “will, i get what you’re feeling, but you’re too close to this case to make this call.”

“you’re damn right i’m close,” will mumbled, “four people are dead because i shot his brother. and no one else needs to die because of what i did.”

you shook your head, “this isn’t about you.”

“risking your life won’t bring them back,” jj pointed out.

from in front of you, hotch sighed, “i’m sorry, will.”

you all stayed in silence for a while until emily walked in, a look on her face that made you sure the news she had wasn’t good. “he’s threatening to shoot more hostages until he has will.”

you sighed and will shook his head, standing up, “screw this, i’m going in.”

there was a panicked look across jj's features, mouth open to argue, but she didn't get to say anything. “no you’re not, we are,” hotch interjected.

-

in under three minutes, everyone was ready to go, vested up and anxiously waiting for the signal. you stood next to jj, biting your lip and staring at the map in your fingers, trying to strategize. you had barely looked up when you recognized will, walking towards the doors of the bank, seemingly unarmed with his hands raised. your eyes widened, lips mouthing an unheard no and you immediately turned to jj, who had barely seen him.

her mouth opened in a scream of protest, feet beginning to take off to try to stop him in any way she could, but derek had wrapped his arms around her chest, holding her back and off the ground, even as she fought against his arms. emily touched her arm in a useless attempt to calm her. you were frozen, only able to stand and stare and wait for the best that was probably not going to happen.

it was only three seconds that jj’s feet were on the ground, body trembling and eyes already rimmed red.

ten seconds passed by and three gunshots rang, loud and piercing and you pulled a hand to your lips, eyes following jj’s as she tried to run again, but you and derek pulled her back, letting her go when she planted her feet on the ground unsteadily, hand on her mouth.

-

you were all surrounding jj, apprehensive and waiting for her to blow up or scream.

“did you see where he was shot?” she asked finally, waiting for anyone to reply.

no one did, and after a moment of loud silence, she sniffed, her red brimmed eyes staring at penelope, “is he alive or dead, garcia?”

penelope stuttered, “i- i don’t know.”

“he was wearing a vest,” emily reassured, “he might be okay.”

jj scoffed, staring at her girlfriend, “might be,” she repeated bitterly.

one of the two missing from the group walked inside in a hurry, bad news no one needed from rossi’s mouth, “they’re not answering.”

jj stood up, shaking her head, “alright, we need to get inside.”

derek grabbed her arm gently, “it’s too risky, jj, we don’t have eyes inside anymore.”

jj’s eyes were wet as she looked up at hotch, pleading. “aaron...” she begged, and after a second, hotch nodded. “let’s go in.”

you all stood, walking outside.

-

not two minutes later, they called, just before you were about to go in.

“want to save the life of mister william lamontagne jr.? one medic that won’t pull the same shit the last one did, or else i’m killing them both.”

“we’re going in anyways,” derek pointed out, and emily nodded, “yeah, but the way we’re going in, it’s more likely the hostages and will won’t make it. if we send someone in, there’s a higher chance we can get them out.”

hotch was thinking, his forehead creasing as he stared at the paramedics. “we need an agent in there.”

“send me,” you said promptly, all eyes going on you. “i have medical training. i was an intern at the hospital before i decided i wanted to be a profiler. i can help him and i can take them down, hotch.”

“absolutely not- that would just be sending another agent in there for them to kill,” derek argued, but you ignored him, staring at hotch, “hotch.”

“l/n…”

“we don’t know how he’s doing, but chris just said we could send a medic in, i’m going to guess that isn’t a great sign. i can do it, i’m an agent, i’m capable, they haven’t seen me or heard my voice, i can fight well without a weapon, you know that.”

jj was staring at you, her fingers tangled with emily’s.

hotch was silent for a second, contemplating what you’d just said, “get your vest on,” he said finally, and you nodded, squeezing jj’s hand before putting said object on.

before going in, you grabbed morgan’s arm, pulling him aside. “i don’t know where spence is, and i’m really not sure what’s going on in there so, if anything happens-”

“y/n-”

“please.” you begged, and derek only nodded.

“if anything happens, my will is in my second drawer, tell him i love him and please don’t let him think it over too much.”

a voice that belonged to hotch interrupted you, “l/n!”

“i’m gonna be okay, tell him that. tell everyone that, okay?” you asked, and derek nodded,

you took a deep breath before walking over to hotch and grabbing your medical bag, double checking you had everything.

hotch had stood in the tent, behind you, only watching you from afar while you pulled on your vest straps, tightening it around your chest. you put on another shirt over it, leaving it invisible to anyone who wasn't looking close enough. you had smiled at hotch before beginning to leave, one of his hands wrapping around your arm and pulling you still.

“hey,” he said softly, “be careful.” you nodded, “yeah. of course.”

his hand loosened, and you sighed, walking away and towards the dreaded bank, arms up and medical bag hanging off your fingers.

the moment your fingers touched the door handle, you could just feel something was wrong, but you couldn’t risk anything- especially will and the hostage’s lives just because of a feeling.

so you pulled the door open, and stepped into the bank, eyes searching for will, who confirmed your bad feeling because he was sitting up, someone putting pressure on his wounds.

“what-”

“get inside! right now unless you want both him and you to die!”

-

you should’ve known it was a trap, you should’ve just listened to hotch and derek and stayed put, but you didn’t and now it was probable you were going to die.

will was fine, for the most part, he had a bullet wound to his shoulder, but he was up, talking to one of the hostages. you set your medical bag down, observing chris.

the woman had gone somewhere else, and you took the time she wasn’t there to try to communicate with her partner.

“chris,” you started, walking over to him. his gun was quickly raised at you, and you slowed to a stop, raising your hands. “i’m unarmed, as you requested, i’m just a medic.”

his hold on the gun wavered but it didn’t lower, “what?” he demanded, and you swallowed.

“you can’t trust her- the woman. she’s taking orders from someone else.”

chris shook his head, “she’s taking orders from me.”

you shrugged, “chris, take a look around you. when this place is stormed- and it will be stormed, they are going to take all the bad guys, but right, now, i only see one.”

chris looked away from you, and you heard will walk up behind you, “she’s setting you up to take the fall for this, boy.”

chris peered at him, “that’s not true.” he stated, “and how would you know?” he snapped, eyes staring back at yours, “aren’t you just a medic?”

you nodded, “they told me. the feds- they told me they found evidence of that. you can’t trust her.”

the answer seemed to please chris, and he shook his head again, “that’s not true,” he repeated, and you shrugged, trying to act natural, “then where is she?” you asked. chris pointed to his right, “she’s back there.”

you heard will hum from beside you, “huh.”

chris got up all of the sudden, pointing the gun at you and will. “alright, you both, come here. i’ll show you.”

you and will exchanged a look, and he gazed behind you at something you couldn’t see.

“go on,” chris urged, and you began to walk with will, almost falling when chris pushed your shoulder harshly.

you and will were ushered into one of the rooms of the bank, where a few black duffel bags were discarded on the floor. you dismissed them, too busy with the sensation of a barrel of a gun pressed against your back. the woman stepped out of a door, eyebrow raised as she studied at you.

“what the hell are you doing down here?” chris asked, pushing you and will aside to point his gun at the woman.

“calm down,” the woman responded calmly, “you’ll find out soon enough.”

chris didn't like her answer, shaking the gun, “tell me.” he demanded, and a sour look passed by the woman’s face.

what happened next was a blur. the woman muttered something to chris and he picked up the duffel bags, ushering you and will outside. you dropped the bracelet emiliano had made for you outside of the door- in the hope that someone of your team would find it- before you were pushed into the backseat of a car.

on the road, you looked around, trying to figure out where you were and making sure will was okay, while the woman- who you heard chris call izzy- played the recording of the bank on a loop in front of you. you pried your eyes away from the screen, instead trying to form a plan in your head.

“what the hell is that? you recorded it?” chris asked, but izzy didn’t look up, too preoccupied with the images on her tablet.

“i’m talking to you, izzy!” chris said, “you planned this whole thing,” he thought out loud, looking back at the road, “you didn’t tell us any of it, you set us up.”

izzy wasn’t paying any attention to him, but chris continued to talk, “you killed my brother.”

at this, izzy responded, but she still didn’t look at him, the gun in her other hand still pointed at you, “no, that would be him.” she stated, bored.

chris eyed at you and will from the rearview mirror. “how do i know they aren’t your partners?”

izzy watched you, “why would i work with them?” she questioned, and chris was getting increasingly frustrated, “why would you do any of this?”

izzy took her eyes off yours to turn to chris, who glanced at her. “fbi said you got somebody else.”

izzy smiled, “you sound jealous.”

chris raised a gun to her, “who is it?”

izzy rolled her eyes in response, “put that away. this isn’t about revenge, it’s about survival.”

a confused look passed over chris’ face, and izzy continued, “if you haven’t figured it out yet, i’m your only way out of this mess.”

chris moved the gun from her to will, “alright, let me kill them so we can get on with it.”

izzy shook her head, eyes drifting back to the tablet, “we need them.”

“why?”

izzy’s was now distracted by the video, replying distractedly. “leverage. we need to fix him up.”

“and how do you propose you do that?”

izzy shrugged, pointing at you, “she can do it.”

you shook your head, “i can’t, i don’t have my medical bag. and even if i did, i don’t have what i need to do anything.”

izzy was attentive at this, and she gave instructions to chris, driving to an unknown destination.

-

shit, you thought, staring at the outside of your window when the car pulled up to a fire department. you flinched when chris opened the door to your side and pulled you out, a gun held against your back. izzy did the same to will, standing behind the ambulance door and demanding the medic to fix will.

you were shoved to the wall, a gun against the side of your chest and a promise you would die if you moved whispered in your ear while will was getting fixed up. you only heard a gunshot when you were back in the car with will and chris, and you shared a look with will, fingers curling around the cushion of the car in frustration.

-

izzy was taking a call, the voice from the other line muffled, and you couldn’t make out who it was or what they were saying.

she gave a location when she hung up, but chris locked his jaw and rounded the corner harshly, parking the car.

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me the plan,” chris declared, and within a second, izzy had moved the gun from you to chris, shooting him twice.

you flinched at the loud noise, looking from chris to izzy. “what are you doing?” will asked, and izzy shrugged, “he talks too much.”

“go ahead officer, get him out,” she ordered. “and do what, just leave him there?” will asked.

“yes please.”

she turned to you before will got out. “if you move an inch, i will kill him.”

you only nodded, staring at her as she motioned will to leave the car.

when chris was out, writhing on the floor, she glared at you. “you’re driving. get out.”

i can leave, but i can’t leave will here and she’ll shoot me for sure if i run. will can’t fight her right now. without a safe option, you agreed, eyeing will as he entered the backseat again, and you climbed where chris resided, only able to stare as izzy hastily cleaned the blood off the seat.

when you were inside, hands on the wheel, she pointed a gun at will, “go ahead. drive.”

so you did.

-

you stopped where she told you, watching in the rearview mirror as the hostage will had been talking to climbed in, patting will on the back. “hey will. you see that?”

“i want to do it again,” izzy smiled, watching the man- matthew as izzy referred to him. “we will,” he assured.

izzy turned back to you, “drive. you know the way.”

you glared at her, unmoving. she frowned, shoving the gun into your ribs, “drive,” she hissed. when you still didn’t react, she squeezed will’s gunshot wound, pushing the barrel on the side of his head. “or he dies.”

“drive,” matthew stated simply, and at the sight of izzy’s finger dancing around the trigger, you did.

-

you could only tighten the grip you had on the steering wheel when you parked in front of your mother’s house, already spotting her playing with emiliano on the lawn.

izzy was staring at you, admiring the frustration on your features, “come on, medic,” she urged, pointing the weapon at you again before putting it in her bag.

you opened the door of the car and walked out, forcing a smile on your face when izzy leaned up to your ear, “you better play nice, or i’ll kill them all.”

you picked up your son when he saw you and squealed, his little arms wrapping around you. you kissed his forehead, “hey bug, i gotta talk to grandma, how about you go back to playing?”

“okay, momma,” emiliano nodded, and you put him down, watching as he ran over to one of the play houses you brought for him.

“hey honey, what are you doing here? i thought you and spencer were supposed to come later?” your mom questioned, her eyes scanning over izzy.

“have you been watching the news?” you queried, and she shook her head, “i heard what happened on the radio, is spencer still working?”

you nodded, “yeah, i wanted you to go with molly because of everything that was going on.”

“are you sure? i can stay,” your mom assured, and you shook your head. “no, no, it’s dangerous right now, and i trust molly.”

your mom looked back at izzy, asking a question with her eyes. “this is izzy, one of the detectives, she’s going to watch over emi.”

“okay, are you sure?” she asked again, and you nodded, relieved you had set up a safe word with her and that she had remembered. she only glanced back at you and emi before she got into her car, “call me for anything.”

you didn’t respond, calling your son, “c’mon, emi, let’s go inside.”

emiliano skipped ahead, running into the house, past you and izzy, who had been surprisingly quiet.

you turned back to her quickly, “if you touch him, i will kill you,” you promised, and izzy didn’t flinch. “if you touch me, he kills will, then a certain spencer reid, then you. you wanna leave your kid an orphan? be my guest.”

you clenched your jaw, glaring at izzy until emiliano ran up to you, tugging on your arm.

“momma, can we watch a movie?”

you took a deep breath and crouched down to him, offering your son a smile as you shook your head, “i can’t, not right now, bug, i have to work, so you’re going to stay with izzy and play with her for now, okay?”

emiliano nodded, and you kissed his head, assuring yourself you would not lose him, and he wouldn’t lose you. “i love you, bug, daddy and i will see you soon.”

emiliano smiled at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, giving you one more squeeze before you straightened up, staring at izzy for a second.

you walked out, hands trembling as you climbed back into the car, wanting more than anything to run back inside and take your son to his father, where you knew he'd be safe. but it wasn't an option right now. because right now, you had to leave your baby with a serial killer and you had to go sit in the car with another one.

[loki-maybe-highkey]

Rant time

Wait so I just found out that the petty gw*nriels believe that Azriel saved Elain back in Acowar because of pity and she couldn't save herself?

Hold on I have to fucking laugh. She was manipulated and taken by the CAULDRON to the middle of HYBERN'S camp which btw according to Feyre makes the court of nightmares look like fucking heaven, bound in some magic chains like the ones used on Rhys and they expected her to just save herself??? Like Nesta who would kill, beg, steal and whore herself out just for Elain tells Azriel that he WILL die and y'all still think it was pity that drove him? That rage in his eyes that made them glow golden in the dark was because of PiTy?! Yeah ight.

Azriel didn't just save her. He

risked his life for her.

In battle, Az is the NC's biggest asset being a shadowsinger and all but

He risked losing that upper hand in an actual war to get Elain back

We know how significant an Illyrian's wings are but Azriel

Sacrificed his wings trying to save her even when "he won't fly anytime soon"

After he brings her back, injured beyond measure, barely able to stand he

Doesn't want to let her go and is "still cradling Elain to his chest" until Rhys has to take her away after seeing Az's state

Az is in excruciating pain "swaying on his feet" due to the extent of his injuries (needed a high lord to heal him) and guess who he's worried about?

"We need Helion to get these chains off her"

Idk bout y'all but this doesn't scream pity to me. If it was pity he wouldn't be the 1st to volunteer BEFORE either of her sisters did. If he didn't genuinely care he wouldn't say I'M getting her it'd be "we'll get her back" or something like Cassian does. If he only did it because she was a damsel in distress, Az would go in with a strategy and back up but he goes in with or without anyone. Feyre chose to accompany him. There aint a soul that can convince me that he wouldn't go even if no one else went along. But sure ig he saved her just cz he felt like risking his life nbd mmhmm.

Also side note: I love how its mentioned many times in the scene how Azriel is holding her close. Like even after his strength gave out and he has to let go of the human girl he holds her almost as if he's scared that if he lets go she'll disappear again.