#was it like early? actually who died first i gotta check

[rubixpsyche]

what would the shipname for Angel Dust and Valentino be exactly

before anyone jumps me I think there's some good potential for exploring their (theoretical) relationship before Oh God It's All Gone Wrong, I'd love to see some AU ideas and also we love angst in this house and therefore I want more scenes between those two. Up to a certain point shipnames are just for organization and that is exactly what I'm looking for

[7nessasaryevils]

I refuse to believe this is my last week of crazed ranting and raving about the boxer family... it's just not real. It's not... isn't it? 🥺🥺

Alright then... for the last time... (sobs) let's do this

- oh great... Mr grim reaper? Your met gala invite got lost in the mail but I still assure it's not being held at this boxing ring GO AWAY!!

- I love that wandee knows exactly what's wrong but still gives yak the opportunity to actually tell him. It's giving yak control over the situation and also telling him that wandee is there for him

- dances along to the theme song one last time 💃 💃

- mason you lowlife American piece of shit if you hurt my son the wrath of a thicc Indian woman with a slipper is unmatched... remember that

- THE FUCK WAS THAT FIST BUMP?!? DO NOT DISRESPECT THE FISTBUMP!!!

- zazaki!!! I love that he's become yak's bestie at ringside... it's adorable but there's a tactical advantage because both Yei and Zazaki come with different perspectives that'll allow yak to nail an opponent... gotta love details like that

- TAEM!!! Hi honey!!!!

- Ter.... great we're doing the redemption thing 😑😑😑

- YES THE SEAT IS TAKEN DONT LET HIM- I hate it

- Taem and Ter... somebody hold me down and pull out my eyeballs please

- COME ON YORYAK!!! PUNCH OUT THAT VELVET HOODED BASTARD!!!

- ...oh wow... grim reaper with yoryak's face... somehow that's even more terrifying

- don't put your fists down!!! Protect your face!!!

- THATS MY BOY!!! PUNCH HIM AGAIN!!

- okay but the smile on yak's face... yeah sweet boy! Let go of your pain! Punch it in the face!

- wow okay spoke too soon... I didn't mean for you to get punched in your own face!

- also mason? Fuck you!

- HOLY SHIT!!! UPPERCUT KNOCKOUT FUCK YEAH!!!!!

- YORYAK PHADETSEUK!!!!! WORLD CHAMPI- gags sorry I just saw Taem in Ter's arms 🤢

- anyways... YORYAK PHADETSEUK!!!! WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!

- when it comes to yak, I was never tired... how dare you hurt me so well Oyei??

- this thank you speech is tugging at my heart strings 🥺🥺

- ooohhhh? Not my brain thinking: yak asking Dee to be in the ring with him does that mean he's gonna give him a ring no that's too early for marriage we need to see Yei and Cher get married first wait but don't I want Dee and yak to marry too-

- are you gonna kiss him?? 👀👀👀

- ohhhh never mind he did something equally as romantic 🥰🥹🥹

- KAO!!!! AND BLUE!!!! LOOK AT MY BABIES!!!!

- forehead kisses me beloved 🥺🥹🥺🥹😭😭😭😭

- ATTENTION!!! We salute a great man today who brought the two idiots together with his doctor brain and his kinky outfits ♥️🫡 all hail dr. kao!!!

- our newest ship has sailed!!! BAO!!! 🥟

- that hug is so fucking cute do it again!

- birthday surprise! 🥺🥹♥️

- you can't say your wish out loud it won't come true!!

- oh he's gonna make it seductive and lick it isn't he?

- I do so love when I'm right...

- WANDEE YOU SLUT I APPROVE!!!!!

- awww sweet sexy times... let me avert my eyes (peeks through my fingers anyways)

- "it's paradise to make love to the man I love"... here comes the gwenchana!!

- yak joining the rest of his family as a world champion 🥹🥹 I'm so okay

- celebrate... with milk... we have got to get you guys out more 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤣

- Cher reassuring Yei that he's done good... I'm so damn gwenchana 😭😭😭

- aww see forgot his necklace that's so swe- HE KISSED THE NECKLACE HE KISSED THE NECKLA- dies

- you're afraid of someone seeing yak kiss the necklace in an empty hospital hallway but you had no issue full on lip locking with him at a world broadcasted boxing event? Mho Wandee... you need to get your head checked 🤣 Kao! You're required!

- really? Ter disappoints me on a secondly basis 😑😑

- I hope you fail Ter!!!

- awww Kao is introducing blue to his besties!!! Welcome to the family Blue!!!

- oh my god he's so sassy! He fits right in! 🤣

- but I love that we speak about what asexual wants from a relationship: no sex just the love and care they deserve ♥️

- also shout out to the cafe that has been in my favourite show The Sign!!!! 🦅🐍

- 😬👀 yeah okay you deserve that Kao 🤣🤣🤣

- GRANMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA MADAM I HAVE MISSED YOU!!!

- still love how she and yak are besties 🤣

- literally me when i see the ter and taem relationship yuck

- I one hundred percent approve of yak smacking ter in the head. All in favor say AYE!

- SENIOR GAYS!!!!!!! Ohhh be still my rapidly beating heart!

- wait did you just... was that a sort of proposal?? Was it?

- pfft yak asking the important questions 🤣🤣 there are pills to help you my boy 🤣

- this fucking toerag is not gonna leave... just cause I'm stuck with him does not mean I have to like him!

- yes taem!!!! While your choice in boyfriends have me gagging... I'm glad you know who the best candidate is!!!!

- oh shit I forgot they had to study abroad!! Shit fuck no don't tear my boys apart!!!!!

- JAB DD KSHSKWJSN YEAAHHHHHHH WANDEEEEE FUCK YOU TER!!!!!!

- okay fine that's the only acknowledgment I'll give you Ter

- ohhh these thank you speeches are doing me a heckin happy 🥰🥰

- I'll bet my entire BTS merch that Wandee is talking about granmama right now

- I do so love when I'm right

- Wandeee!!!! Fix it!!!! He's crying!!!!!

- ahhh the customary bl song 🤣🤣🤣 I forgot that hadn't happened just yet ♥️

- aww that's so cut- chokes on my chicken WANDEEE! Cease twerking! There are children present!!!!

-... wait what the Sam heck have you'll been doing all this while?? You'll were still fake??? Liars!

- kiss kiss fall in love

- wait... is it.. oh please let it be...

- IT IS

- WELCOME TO THE FIRST OFFICIAL BL WEDDING IN HISOTRY: OYEI AND CHER!! I'm fine I'm fine no I'm not I'm fucking sobbing no one touch me!

- you look absolutely fucking perfect Cher! MOTHER!

- very honestly though, I am in absolute tears at being able to see this wedding and knowing that for a lot of same-sex couples in Thailand, they're now going to have the same rights and are going to be able to marry their partners legally and be recognized. More than being a cute moment, it's a historic moment, rightfully portrayed by the very person who brought the bill forward. P'Golf? I salute you 🫡🥰🫡🥹🫡

- Yei don't challenge your brother he has no shame- yup there it is 🤣

- oh thank god we're not doing the stupid "let's break up until I come back" nonsense

- ...I spoke too soon 😑😬

- god bless yak for stealing and keeping that one braincell 😮‍💨

- say it Dee say you love him come on say it...

- HE SAID IT!!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!

- sir if you're asking for sex on the beach (the act not the drink), remember about sand in uncomfortable places!!

- actually somehow it feels right for the show to end with them about to have sexy times 🤣🤣

And that's it! We have come to the end of Wandee Goodday and now my Saturdays have gone back to being pathetic and boring 🥲😅

Now, was WGa perfect show? No. But was it a damn good show with representation, fun characters, friendships and conflicts? You're damn right it was. There was a lot to love about the show and a lot (read: Ter) that I didn't like but I will always recommend this show to anyone who wants a fun plot with interesting characters and proper representation.

Now off I go to put pins into Ter's voodoo doll... I have five 😈😈

See you around folks!

[maddiehu7]

Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 8

"Hey em wake up" I hear Dean say shaking me gently

"Mmh" I grumble turning away from him he laughs

"Sam found a case in Colorado you gotta get up" I sigh out turning to face him

"Fine" I grumble

"That's my girl" he smiles getting up and going to the bathroom like he didn't just call me his girl I blush brightly eyes wide in shock I sigh out and smile putting my head in my pillow

~~~time skip~~~

We got all packed up and now we're on the road I claimed shotgun as soon as I saw the car which left Sam rolling his eyes stuffing himself in the back, the whole way to Colorado Dean had his hand on my thigh which made me blush and look out the window to try and hide it but Dean could tell and smirked Sam just fake gagged and I reached back and smacked his head lightly which made Dean laugh heartily

"Were here" Dean says to us we get out and I go to grab my luggage but Dean grabs it first smiling at me

"What a gentleman" I smirk up at him

"When I wanna be" he says still smiling as he walks into the motel to check us in

"I regret wanting you to to be together if it's gonna be all gushy like this all the time" Sam says making a grossed out face

"I will smack you again Sammy" I say rearing my hand up

"Yeah right" he just slaps my hand back down smiling I smile back as Dean comes out giving Sam one key

"Where's mine?" I question

"Well....i actually got us a room together and Sam his own...I hope that's ok" he says looking at me hopefully

"Don't you think it's a little early for that" I try not to burst his bubble

"Well you know it is cheaper to get two one beds" Dean adds he shrugs

"Whatever you say Dean" Sam laughs

"Shut up Sammy" Dean rolls his eyes

"Ok ok fine let's go" I say heading towards me and deans room he smiles like a little boy following me, he places are bags on the table when Sam comes in

"Get dressed in 10" Sam says leaving to go get dressed

"FBI time" I say making fake finger guns shooting them at Dean

"Your such a geek" he laughs admiring me I blush looking away

"go get changed terminator" he says pushing me lightly into the bathroom I laugh going to change

I come out in my suit and dean turns around dressed in his I guess we have the same reaction because we look at each other admiringly, holy hell he looks good in a suit

"Damn em who knew a suit could look so good" he says smirking looking me up and down with lust in his eyes

"I could say the same for you" I say biting my lip seductively Dean looks at my lips swallowing his Adam's apple bobbing up and down

"Well what are we waiting for" I say smirking

"Oh um yeah" Dean says breaking out of his haze I laugh walking out to the car with him Sam's already in the front seat smiling victoriously at me I stick my tongue out at him Dean just laughs

When we get to the morgue we get our badges and guns and put them in our pockets and behind our backs just in case

"Ready" Sam says looking at me

"Duh" I say laughing they smile

We go in and wait for a bit to get signed in

"Agents" the mortician calls us back we go in to see a body in a duffel bag laying on the table

"Meet frank o'Brien" he unzips the bag to reveal the victim

"He died of a heart attack right?" Sam questions

"Three days ago" the mortician confirms

"But O'Brien was 44 years old and according to this a marathon runner" I say holding his file looking confused

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later" the mortician says

"Well he must be fun at party's" I whisper to Dean who tries to hold in a laugh but ends up coughing Sam and the guy look at us confused

"Sorry..bad cold" Dean mutters i smile up at him

"Anyway frank kicked it here, now just yesterday two perfectly healthy men bit it in maumee all heart attacks, don't think that's strange?" Sam asks the man getting back on track

"Sounds like Maumees problem to me, why's the fbi give a damn anyway?" He questions

"We just wanna see the results of franks autopsy" Dean diverts

"What autopsy?" the man asks

"The one your gonna do" Dean says fake smiling the man looks at us weirdly but sighs giving in, he grabs gowns for us to put on which we do and then he grabs a scalpel and starts to cut the man open

"First dead body" the man asks well still slicing the guy open

"Far from it" I say looking at the open wound the man's making

"Oh, good because these suckers can get pretty ripe, hey uh hand me those rib cutters would you?" He ask me I reach over and grab them handing them to him, I notice a tan line where a ring would be on his finger

"Is that from a wedding ring" I ask curiously touching the spot lightly

"I didn't think frank was married?" Sam questions

"Ain't my department" the mortician says still cutting

"Any idea how he got these" sam lifts the dead guys hand up looking at the scratches on his hand

"You know when you drop dead you actually tend to drop body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground" the man says looking at O'Briens hand

"Huh" the mortician says confused

"What?" Dean questions

"I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries" the mortician says digging into the man he rips his heart out it makes a crack noise and I see Dean gag quietly as I make a grossed out face

"Heart looks pretty damn healthy, would you hold that for a second?" The man asks Dean throwing it at him he catches it holding it like it could hurt him me and Sam smile lightly until the man makes another crack and splatters me and Sam with liquid

"Oh sorry spleen juice" he says looking at us

"I'm gonna fucking barf" I say gagging grabbing a towel that was on the table and wiping this shit off me then handing it to Sam I see down smiling licking his lips trying to hide it I glare at him which makes him look down, after we clean up and take off ours gowns we go to head to the police station

"I'm done with morgues forever" I say walking to the car still completely grossed out by the "spleen juice" Dean laughs

"Not funny!" I say pushing his away from me

"Kinda funny" Dean says stumbling laughing Sam just rolls his eyes at us smirking

We get to the police station, sign in and now we're sitting on the couch in the waiting room when the sheriff comes out

"Hells bells Linus have you seen my-" the sheriff stops when he sees us, we stand up

"Who are they?" He asks

"Federal agents i-" Linus try to say but the sheriff cuts him off

"And you kept them waiting?" The sheriff questions seemingly mad

You-you said not to disturb" he says nervously

"Come on back fellas...and lady" the sheriff says ingoring Linus we go to head back

"Shoes off" he says I look at him weird but we take our shoes off anyway

"Al Britton, good to meet you" he says shaking our hands

"You too" I say shaking his hand, we take a seat and he immediately grabs a bottle of hand sanitizer and uses some of it I look at him confused what do I have cooties or something i think to myself but ignore it

"So...what can I do for Uncle Sam" he asks sitting down

"Well we're looking into the death of frank o'Brien, we understand some of your men found his body" sam says professionally

"They did, me and frank- we were friends hell we were game cocks" he says solemnly but Dean laughs at the word cocks I look over at him shaking my head

"Thats our softball teams name" the sheriff says

"Mmh" Dean says looking embarrassed

"There majestic animals" the man says seriously Dean just moves his mouth words not coming out out of awkwardness

~~~time skip~~~

"Such a weird guy" I say as we walk out of the sheriffs office to the car

"Agreed" Dean says looking back towards the building

"No way that was a heart attack" Sam says ignoring us

"Definitely no way, three victims all with those same red scratches all from jittery to terrified to dead within 48 hour" Sam finishes

"Something scared them to death?" I say confused as to what that could be

"All right so, what can do that" Sam says also confused

"What can't ghost,vampires,chupacabra? It could be a hundred things" Dean says I guess he's right

"So we make a list and start crossing things off" I say looking at Dean he smiles

"All right who's the last person to see frank o'Brien alive?" Dean says I smile back

"Uh his neighbor Mark Hutchins" Sam says rolling his eyes at us I swear one day they get stuck in the back of his head but I ignore it because suddenly a wave of nervousness washes over me

"Hang on" I say and Sam and Dean stop looking at me

"What?" Sam say

"I don't like the look of those teenagers down there" I side eye the group down the street in there bikes Dean and Sam look at them confused

"Let's walk this way" I say walking in the opposite direction off them Sam and Dean look at each other

"I don't know man she's your girl" Sam says shrugging his shoulders

"Shut up" Dean says walking away Sam laughing following him

We head to marks house on the way Dean and Sam look at me weird sensing somethings wrong I just don't understand why I'm so paranoid feeling

( to be continued...hope you enjoyed this chapter!" )

[dress-and-impress]

break down of how i felt with the first ep of NCIS SYDNEY

Bro for the first episode of the season they put WAY too much info and details into it… like for a first episode you gotta have a great introduction to the characters WHILE also having a rlly good engaging crime plot to it… like a navy sailor died and it’s about WHO is incharge of the investigation: the Australian Feds cos he died in Australia or NCIS because the person that is dead is a Navy sailor. But on top of that I feel like they pushed the whole “corruption of investigations” and “cliffhangers” WAY too early in the series.

If you look at the beginning episodes of other shows you can notice that you get introduced to the characters and their style of investigating or way they go about solving crimes and communicating with one another.

That isn’t to say I didn’t LOVE the show. It was good. But it felt rushed. Like they wanted to include EVERYTHING each NCIS show has:

The humour elements of NCIS AND NCIS LA

The cockiness and willingness to push other agencies into being a part of the investigation which is actually in all 4 NCIS shows

Kinda forcing the family vibe that NCIS LA gives

The lone wolf vibes (NCIS = Gibbs, NCIS LA = Callen (even Hetty), NCIS NO = ig that’s Pride (need to watch that series more). I think JD is giving those lone wolf vibes.

The potential enemies to lovers arch. PLEASE DO NOT MAKE AN AUSSIE VERSION OF DENSI I BEG OF YOU YOUR WASTING YOUR WRITING TIME!!’ Think of smth better than that come onnnn

although i do love how they added an autopsy doctor with his OWN unique personality but at the same time somewhat similar to Ducky from NCIS (may he rest in peace) and Wade from NCIS New Orleans.

I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s pretty rushed for a first episode with introducing the characters and their personalities BUT I AM excited to see how this series pans out AND the characters backstories.

if u wanna read another opinion check out my recent reblog with @caliburn-the-sword 's thoughts-

[amazinglyegg]

ok now i just gotta ask !!!

ANGSTY carrington hcs ? any about his past ?

Okay okay first of all I Love You and Thank You for feeding my Carrington obession but also I've never really thought about his past before??? I just kinda assume he. Spawned in one day. As a Railroad agent. So I might not have a lot for that specifically but I'Il have fun writing it!

Angsty Carrington Headcanons!!

I'm imagining him getting too attached to synths and other agents early in his career

This is back when the Railroad didn't have as many agents and only saved one or two synths per year

Because of the fact that they got to know every agent personally, and that he's really their only real doctor, it got overwhelming very quick.

He got to hear about their entire life story. Who they were, where they came from, if they had any loved ones

While he still has decent bedside manners now and will sit with a dying agent if they have nobody else to be with, when he first joined he would push himself too far to save ones that couldn't be saved

Staying up for nights, giving agents more and more pain relievers that he bought with his own money, refusing to believe they wouldn't make it

He'd deny so ferociously that they were dying that when they did it would sometimes take him a few minutes to actually accept that they stopped breathing a long while ago

I don't know the context of this line, but at some point Deacon says this:

"But for a grieving parent, telling them that their kid ate a courser's bullet in the struggle for synth freedom... that doesn't hold much water"

Surely Carrington was the one who had to break the news to the parents every once in a while

Especially when he had to tell them that there wasn't a body to be buried. It took a toll on him.

Synths as well, because there were so few escaping before Pariot started helping out, every success was huge, and every failure was heart-wrenching

Synths got passed through every agent multiple times, and probably got to stay in HQ occasionally if a safehouse was in danger, meaning they all got to know them personally.

Each death hits Carrington harder than the last no matter how they died because he's a doctor, his only job is to prevent that.

He probably had a breakdown at some point and nearly left the Railroad. Desdemona comforted him and convinced him to stay, maybe ranking him up to second in command as a way to have him do something other than medical work

He hates paper work and fixing other agents mistakes with a passion, but it was a huge show of how Des trusts him and cares about him and he appreciates the act a lot.

He definitely doesn't take proper care of himself, not necessarly in a medical way, because he rarely gets hurt at all, but he neglects his physical and emotional needs a lot

In a lot of ways he acts like a robot, always doing work and only eating or drinking when he needs "fuel", aka when he's nearly passing out from hunger

All the other agents help keep him in check but it's very hard for him to admit that he's wrong or needs help.

He's starting to forget what sun feels like on his skin. Last time he left HQ was months ago when it was raining and the sensory input sent him into a bit of an overload.

Also very touch starved but very touch adverse. Doesn't really trust any agents with non-professional physical touch except for maybe Des and Tom.

He hates the chalkboard with the agents names and safehouses written or crossed out on it. He thinks it's unecessary, a risk, and just reminds everyone of what they've lost.

The movement from Switchboard to the church took a big toll on him mentally

He needs stability and routine in his life and he doesn't cope very well with things he can't control, one of the reasons why he doesn't work in the field

Also the grief of losing what he considered his home for years. Every once in a while he'll wake up and think he's back in Switchboard again and it'll fill him with a sense of comfort for just a few moments before something reminds him that he's not there anymore.

Has to act like he wasn't crying after that, tells people he has an allergy to dust that makes his eyes red and puffy.

[dr4kenlvr]

who.. the FUCK callin' 📞 u ?!

pairing: most of the toman boys x gn!reader (separate)

genre/wc: crack/humour (0.7k)

request: Basically the reader decides to pull a prank on the tr boys (separate head cannons if that's ok 🙏 ) where they are just chilling when the reader gets a call. Since they're with the boys there like oh haha let's put the call on speaker and see what the person calling gotta say. instead of an actual person though all they hear blast though the call is this audio; sorta nsfw dont play out loud in front of family.

a/n: IM DEADDDD this was hilarious to write. thanks for sending this in,, check out this post for some more wack writing on toman and reader. + NSFW (?) prank!!; it's basically about reader pretending to get a call and all the boys hear is someone saying they're jerking off ok enjoy (not proofread ok ilyguys)

while he's talking to you, you eruptly tell him that you're "getting a phone call" he nods and let's you answer: "hello? yes?" you say to no one, while you try your hardest not to laugh. they wait patiently until they hear a man on the other line say, "i'm over here strokin' my dick, i got lotion on ma dick right now- i'm just strokin' my shit. i'm horny as fuck man, i'm a freak man, like for real-"

MIKEY: doesn't really comprehend it right away but when he does: his eyes go wide, jaw wide open as his food nearly falls out his mouth. he can't believe what he's hearing- who is talking to his s/o like that?? they're strokin' their dick???? to y/n???? WHAT. he screams out: "y/n?! who is that?!! end it! oh my god!" he's so frantic as he crawls over to look at the call ID, only to see his red face look back at him. he's super pouty after, "y/n's so mean!" cute.

DRAKEN: I CAN'TTT immediately once the guy says "dick" draken is whipping his head towards you so hard he probably got whiplash. his eyes are a mix of bewilderment, disgust, and pure confusion because who the fuck is calling you???? hence he quite literally asks you: "y/n, who the fuck is calling you?" and he looks so angry at not you- but at the audacity this person has. "gimm-gimme the fucking phone." he snatches it from you and sees his own face. "not fucking funny." he's embarrased though <3

TAKEMITCHI: his heart falls out his ass when he hears what the person says. why is this person calling you and why are they saying such vile things? he starts to holler and scream because he doesn't know what to do. tries blocking your ears while simultaneously blocking his own, yelling: "HANG UP OH MY GOD!" he ends up looking stupid on camera and you have to stop yourself from ending the filming too early from literal tears.

BAJI: mf looks at you with the smelliest face ever, like it's the stankiest face he's ever pulled. he's so torn on whether to yell or yell so he yells: "AYO! OH HELL NAH, GIVE ME THE FUCKING PHONE." similar to draken, he doesn't play when people fuck with his s/o. "LET ME TALK TO THE UGLY MOTHERFUCKER!" so he's trying to grab onto your phone and makes a mental note to get back at you when he sees himself staring back at him.

CHIFUYU: is drinking water when he hears what the person says. chokes on the drink and coughs hysterically at what he just heard. looks at you like ?????do u know this man????? has enough of it when he hears "i'm horny" so the boy literally yells "YOU GOT A PROBLEM OR SOMETHING? THAT'S MY S/O YOU'RE TALKING TO ASSHOLE!" then he gets angry when the person doesn't acknowledge him. you die because he's only talking to himself and he dies of embarassment after but its endearing.

KAZUTORA: automatically protective, goes "uh babe? yo babe, hey babe. babe, who's that. WAI- WHY IS HE SAYING THAT- BABE TURN IT OFF!" he's so scared for you so he does the first thing that comes into his mind: curse. "the fuck you thinking motherfucker? are you crazy bitchass? give me the fucking phone babe, i wanna see his fucker's face. gi-give me the phone- what do you mean it's a prank." doesn't look at you the rest of the night.

PEH-YAN: kinda goes crazy when he hears someone is beating their dick to you. and he kinda freaks the fuck out when he hears someone is beating their dick to you. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!" he screeches as he stands up in his heart-printed underpants and white tank (i always feel the need to mention this fit') "DON'T FUCK WITH ME BRO, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME." in the end, he's panting and all red-faced. the fucker loves you, what can i say.

SMILEY: immediately starts throwing nasty insults and says he's gonna "shoot your ugly face off your ugly head, little fucker!" you swear you see him seething like never before; honestly finds the person's words disgusting and gets really pissed off that they're speaking to you like that. "babe can you retrace the caller ID to their address please? we oughta talk."

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @kazuhoya @eriskaitto (send an ask or dm to be added!)

[jayswritings13]

Disney: s/o caring for sidekicks for Hades, Facilier, & Beast

Request: "Hiii! :,)) Can i requests these villains (Hades, Facilier and beast) with a Gender Neutral S/O who is like a parent figure for their Minions/imps?" by Anon

Note: I loved writing this!! Especially for the enchanted objects from Beauty and the Beast! I will always have a soft spot in my heart for them!

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Hades

(+ Pain and Panic)

Pain and Panic were both used to be Hades' punching bags, especially since they both were assigned to work for him for eternity.

Or when they died.

Honestly, both had huge bets on that latter happening sooner.

That being said, they were shocked when you actually treated them with respect and like....a person.

Meg didn't even do that during her time with the Lord of the Underworld.

Pain and Panic milk the shit out of your attention.

Something that Hades catches onto too fast and immediately blows up on them about.

"Y'know, babe, when you treat them with respect, they start to expect that."

"You show respect your way and I'll show it mine." you crossed your arms, ignoring the slight snickers from Pain and Panic that erupted below you.

Maybe it was Hades never-ending wrath towards the two imps that spurred on your protectiveness of them.

Maybe it was that they weren't too many other creatures down here to talk to besides Hades and the Fates.

You often checked in with them, asking them how they were, and generally just being friendly towards them.

It drove Hades nuts.

That was also another reason you might've done this, because sometimes bugging Hades is the highlight of your day.

It was a vicious cycle, really.

Hades would blow up on Pain and Panic, which would cause you to be even nicer to them, which would then make Hades even more pissed.

"Listen, we appreciate this and all, but you don't gotta keep doing this." Pain said, as Panic nodded.

"But you two deserve some decency." You said, "I mean, you not all of those horrible things Hades calls you."

"Wait.....Really?" Panic asked

"Well, I mean you guys have your moments, but you're not that terrible." You said, "I mean, you guys are pretty fun to talk to down here."

Dr. Facilier

(+ Voodoo dolls, Lawrence, and Shadow)

Facilier and the Shadow were a two-for-one deal that you never even knew that you really signed up for.

Facilier never would admit it, but he did care for his shadow very much.

After all, it was basically an extension of him.

The same could be said for the voodoo dolls, as those were the first dolls that he's had since he started practicing Voodoo.

So he definitely wanted you to respect and get along with them, often pushing your thoughts and feelings out of you pretty early on.

"They're nice and all, Faci." You said, glancing over at the shadow as it crept closer and closer towards Facilier and yourself. "Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Just curious....."

Luckily for you, Shadow loved to gossip, and often played charades to convey what he was trying to say.

The Voodoo dolls weren't into that as much, as they were happy to have another person around to admire them.

Though, when you came in one afternoon from town, you weren't expecting an elderly man chatting to Facilier.

"Hello."

"This is no time for small talk, Larry," Facilier scolded before he flashed you a smile.

Over the next day or two, you took note of how often Lawrence came around. Not that you minded of course.

As based on the very limited conversations between the two of you, you noted how polite and respectful he was, despite that deep-seated rage underneath

"Do you think that this plan will work......?"

"Listen, I learned that it's better to trust the process." You said, glancing over at Lawrence.

"......eh, okay...." Lawrence said, "Excuse me, I just have a lot riding on this."

"Yeah, uh, I could tell," You said, eyeing the empty jar in his hands. "But it should work out as long as you stick to the plan."

"Ah, it's really nice to have someone else to talk to about this......stuff," Lawrence said. "So, thank you."

"Ah, it's no issue. You're not the only one who wants to talk to someone else about non-Voodoo-related things, Lawrence." You smiled.

Beast

(+ Lumière, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, etc...)

Of course, you adored the enchanted household objects.

They welcomed you in right away, often checking in on you to see how you were adjusting to the castle and other aspects of this new life.

Due to their very friendly and nice nature, you quickly befriended the various enchanted objects you came across, especially those that have become regulars in your new life.

Breakfast with Chip, afternoon tea with Mrs. Potts and Chip, and dinner with Cogsworth and Lumière.

"So what's today's special breakfast?" You smiled down at the small teacup, who excitedly hopped over to the part of the table where you were.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise!"

"Okay, okay." You laughed.

It didn't take long for Beast to notice this and grow angry over the fact that you had a better relationship with his servants than him, often calling Cogsworth in for 'meetings'.

Though most of the time it was Beast ranting, Cogsworth apologizing, and when Mrs. Potts joined, her scolding Beast for taking it out on them instead of trying to make an effort.

Luckily for you, Lumière spilled everything to you later on, much to Cogsworth's dismay.

".....so, I told the master to be pa-"

"DON'T TELL THEM THAT!" Cogsworth shrieked.

"Well, it's true!!" Lumière huffed, "You were there mon ami!"

As much as the enchanted objects tried to make you feel at home, welcome, and taken care of, you often went out of your way to make their days better, even if small.

Though, you could always count on Mrs. Potts to set them straight and calm any fight down.

You saw how hard they worked and wanted to make sure that their hard work didn't go unnoticed.

"You all deserve a break." You said, once you were able to round up the four of them, "You all work so hard and all, so take a break."

"Mademoiselle, I assure you that we can-"

"But, you're our guest. You shouldn't have to do that for us. We can d-"

"We appreciate that, but-" Mrs. Potts said.

"No, 'buts'." You said, taking a moment to look at the objectors---Lumière, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts---before turning to Chip, with a grin. "Make sure that they actually relax on this break. I'm counting on you, Chip." You said, causing a huge smile to break out across the tiny teacup's face.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hello I hope your doing well! Can I request a platonic Bench trio x reader story with a reader who feels sick but still goes to a vlog recording with them and the benchtrio finds out half way through the vlog. You can continue it from there :]

Ah this was actually really cute, something I would 100% do too. On a serious note though please don’t ever force yourself to do something if you are sick or feeling unwell, it’s really not good for you /g /pos

Summary: The boys notice you are feeling unwell even after you try to deny it

Pairing: P!Bench Trio X Reader

Pronouns: they/them

[A/n]: requests are open, check out the 1000 follower special <3

You knew that when you woke up this morning you were sick, everything from the splitting headache to the nauseous feelings were evident of your claim. Being sick wouldn’t work for you though, you needed to film a vlog with your friends and if you were sick you’d either have to reschedule or miss it entirely, both of which you didn’t want to let happen.

“Fuck, I gotta start getting dressed.” You had allowed yourself to lay in bed for a few extra minutes in hope that the sick feelings would pass, but they didn’t. You were adamant about partaking in the vlog though so with slow moves you sat up, taking a moment to rest before standing up and moving to your clothes.

“(Y/n)! Glad to see you awake! You were so quiet in there we thought you might have died!”

“Heh, yeah almost felt like it.” Tubbo was the first to greet you, you having been the last one to join the group it was only right for him to greet you first. Ranboo was still half asleep and Tommy was finishing off the last few bites of his breakfast.

“You alright there Ranboo, you look a little tired?”

“I am tired, it’s too early to be awake. You ok though, you look a little pale?” All eyes fully turned to you at that, and Ranboo was right, you were paler than normal.

“Ah, it’s probably from how much time I’ve been spending inside. A little fresh air and sunshine should have me back to normal.” You knew that being inside wasn’t the reason you were pale but you couldn’t just tell the trio you were sick, they would’ve made you go back to bed and rest.

“Are you guys ready? I’d like to get this show on the road!” The three boys all responded with variations of yes, gathering themselves up and heading outside with you.

The day was warm and bright, perfect for the group vlog, though the good weather did nothing to make you feel better. If you’re being honest, being up and walking around in the sun all day had only made you feel worse.

“Hey (Y/n), you ok, you don’t look so good?” It was Tommy who had brought up your worsening condition, placing his hand worryingly on your shoulder.

“Yeah I- I just gotta sit for a second.” You tried to dismiss their worrying, muttering about how it’s nothing and you’re ok. They weren’t letting you dismiss them though, instead, they all moved to sit beside you, checking you over and making sure you were ok.

“Here, drink this.” Ranboo had passed you a water bottle from the bag he was carrying, opening it and holding it up for you. Tubbo had taken the items from your hands and held them so you could drink from the water and Tommy made a call to his mom.

“Hey mom, are you busy?” Tommy stepped away to chat with his mom about picking you all up while Ranboo and Tubbo sat with you.

“(Y/n), you should’ve said something earlier if you weren’t feeling well.”

“I, I didn’t want to ruin the vlog. I know the fans have been waiting for so long and I would’ve felt so bad if they had to wait even longer because of me.”

“Who cares what the fans think, your health is more important. You could’ve gotten hurt today, that was so reckless of you. I understand why you did it but you gotta take care of yourself, your health is more important than our fans.”

“As much as I appreciate the two of you, I do not appreciate the lecture. Is there any way we could save it for later, when I’m feeling better?”

“Fine, but only because I’m 99% sure you aren’t listening right now anyways.” It was by now that Tommy had rejoined the group, letting you all know that his mom was on her way to pick you all up and that she would be here soon.

“You didn’t have to call her, I could’ve made the walk back just fine.”

“Nope, and you’re gonna sit right there until she gets here. You’ve overworked yourself enough, from now on you will be doing nothing but resting and taking it easy until you are feeling your best!”

“You guys really don’t have to do this, I’m good enough to finish the vlog. We still have a few minutes till Tommy’s mom gets here.”

“Nope, you are gonna keep sitting there, and we’ll save the vlog for a different day.”

“But the fans are expecting a vlog.”

“We’ll just do a stream or something and let them know you aren’t feeling well so it’s gonna be delayed. They’ll understand.”

“And if they don’t then we’ll kill them.”

“Ranboo no.”

Taglist: @joyfullymulti @minty-ghast @rokkyy @duddum-froppers @sortzz @l0ver0fj0y @vaxiwastaken

[flamingo-writes]

It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either��� He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

~

“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

[study-coffee-chicago]

Seasons of Med: Season 5 & Seasons of PD: Season 7: Necrotizing Fasciitis Scare (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I am going to get you to understand football at this game come hell or high water," Jay told you as you said that you really didn't understand anything about football while Kevin tried to hook up the tv. Kelly threw Jay the football and Jay caught it.

"Hell or high water, huh?" you asked. "Did you just turn southern? Isn't that a southern phrase?"

"I can say whatever I want, thank you were much. Now catch." He threw you the football and you caught it easily.

"Kelly, I can't promise this is gonna be a good throw, so be ready to move," you told him as you threw the football to him. He had to jump to the left and jump high to catch it.

"Y/N, you suck at this," he laughed.

"I know."

"Jay, teach your sister how to throw a football, will you?"

He threw the ball back to Jay.

All of you were currently at Soldier Field to watch the Bears' game on a Friday afternoon. Will was originally going to go with Jay and you were going to study for your biology class, even though it was summer. You had decided to take a summer biology class so then you wouldn't have to deal with it during the fall and winter semesters when you'd be drowning in homework with other classes...and you figured you could do this one in the summer because you had heard horror stories of how hard this specific professor at CCU was. Luckily for you, Will was a doctor and could help you understand those damn diagrams that always gave you trouble.

Anyway, Will was going to come, but he got put on the schedule last minute, so Jay dragged you here even though you didn't know the slightest bit about football. Hell, you didn't even have any Bears gear to wear! Jay had given you one of his hats to wear with the promise that he'd get it back.

"Y/N!" Hailey yelled to you. "Wanna run to Mama Garcia's food truck with me?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"Hailey," Jay whined. "I was just about to teach her how to throw a football."

"Halstead, if she doesn't know yet, I'm sure you can wait a few minutes. Now, I need my Spanish-speaking Halstead to come with me."

You had taken AP Spanish last year and had gotten a good enough grade on the AP exam to give you twelve college credits. This was partly thanks to Mama Garcia. You had been studying in her restaurant one night when you asked her a question about a tense. She explained it and then said that if you ever wanted to practice speaking Spanish and make some money at the same time, that you could work or her under the table. You took her up on that offer and your Spanish improved immensely.

Once you got up to the window of the food truck, you ordered a big batch of tamales in Spanish and then translated how much it was to Hailey. Then, you and Hailey went back to Jay and the rest of all your brother's first responder friends.

Kelly was yelling at Stella, Hailey, and you not to break into the tamales before the burgers were done, but you all didn't listen and each grabbed one out of the box.

You were in the middle of eating yours when you heard a scream.

You went towards the scream along with Jay, Natalie, and Kelly, but Jay made sure you stayed behind him. But, this didn't block your entire view, though.

You looked down at this man's leg. It was red and it looked like there was a giant gash on his shin with puss, blood, and flesh coming out. Things were moving underneath the skin. He was seizing and he kept saying BRT.

It was all too much. You took the Bears hat off.

"Y/N, I need you to get away from this. Whatever this guy has, I don't want you to--"

Jay didn't even finish his sentence before you vomited into that he had let you use, using it as a makeshift bowl for your puke.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side after you finished emptying that tamale you had started eating into his hat.

"You done? You good?" Jay asked.

You coughed and then wiped your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about your hat. I just- I don't like blood and that was nasty."

"I know. I think everyone's going to Med, so we'll run to the bathroom so we can throw away my hat now and you can rinse out your mouth. I think I have gum in my truck."

"Okay. Be glad I had the smart idea to puke into that hat, though. Or else it probably would've gone on you."

"Yeah, but I lost a nice hat in the process," Jay said as he rolled his eyes and you two made your way towards the bathrooms.

***

"It's necrotizing fasciitis," Will said. Everyone looked at him with a blank expression.

"Flesh-eating bacteria," you supplied.

"Wow, where'd you learn that, Short Stack?" Will asked.

"Can you not call me that? I'm eighteen! And, I learned it by watching Untold Stories of the ER."

"Junior doctor on our hands I think, Jay. And, you're still shorter than me and Jay so I can call you that, thank you very much."

"After her puking just at the sight of that, yeah, no way she's becoming a doctor," Jay said. "Anyway, the victim?"

"Right, sorry. Your victim had necrotizing fasciitis, more commonly known as, as Y/N said, flesh-eating bacteria. And, don't worry, it's not contagious. Only about four in a million people get it each year," Will explained.

"So, how do you get nec..." Kelly trailed off, not knowing the correct pronunciation.

"Necrotizing fasciitis. It enters through a break in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis. It--"

"The epidermis is the first layer of the skin," you said, reciting something you had learned in your biology class.

"Yes, it's the first layer of skin. But, as I was saying, it would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was," Will finished after your interruption.

"I can't open a case file without a crime," Jay started, "but I'll see if I can run prints and check traffic cam footage. Maybe make out some sort of ID."

After a few minutes, everyone's panic had died down and you and Kelly were sitting down next to each other. He was trying to explain football to you even though you really couldn't care less. Meanwhile, Jay was about to make a phone call when Will motioned him over.

"Yeah?" Jay asked.

"You or Y/N have any contact with the victim? And, if you did, do you or her have any breaks in the skin?" Will asked, clearly worried about his younger siblings.

"No, we didn't have any contact. Just had Y/N puke in my hat I let her borrow," Jay answered.

"Okay, good. But, as I said, necrotizing fasciitis is rare, so you two should be fine. I gotta get back, but call if you find out anything on the victim."

"Will do. Remember to wear your gloves." Will rolled his eyes. "What? You just said it enters through breaks in the skin."

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

***

"Hey, I'm leaving," Jay told you around noon the next day, poking his head into your bedroom while you stared at your lab lectures, trying to remember all the diagrams and pictures you'd need to help you identify body parts on your next lab practical.

"Okay, I'm going to the lab around 2:00 to study. That way I can actually see that stuff as I'll see it on the lab practical," you told him, not even looking up from your notes.

"Okay, be safe." He picked up Beary, who was leaning up against a pillow next to you, in a graduation gown and cap outfit. "Beary, can you make sure she takes breaks?" Then, his voice changed into his baby voice, what he always pretended was Beary's voice. "Oh, yes, Jay. I'll make sure she takes breaks while you're gone."

You laughed and reached out and took Beary from him. "Get outta here, you goon."

"Love you, too!" Jay called as he left your room.

You fixed Beary's cap and set him down, remembering when you got the outfit for him as you stared at diagrams.

"You ready, graduate?" Jay asked as he knocked on your door.

"Jay, I swear to God if you call me graduate one more time..." you said as you opened the door.

"You'll what?" he taunted.

"You know what, I don't know, but you won't like it. Are my bobbi pins noticeable?" you asked, referring to the bobbi pins you had pinned down to keep your blue graduation cap in place.

"Nope. You're good. Ready?"

"Ready."

You walked into the kitchen, to be met with Will. And behind him on the kitchen table was a vase of blue and white flowers, which were your school colors, and Beary leaning up against said flowers, wearing a blue graduation cap and gown. Just like you.

You laughed. "I cannot believe you guys."

"Hey," Will started, "Beary got a little backpack on your first day of kindergarten. Only fair that he gets a cap and gown on your graduation."

"Did you use the gift card from Mom?" you asked, referring to the one you had found in the letters to each of you that Will had found when you were cleaning out your dad's house after he died.

"We did," Jay confirmed. "Now, I need you to hold Beary in one hand and hold this picture." He handed you a photo of you with your little backpack on and Beary with his that your mom had taken of you on the front porch on your first day of kindergarten, right before Jay had surprised you by coming home from deployment early.

"Why do I need both?" you asked curiously.

"I saw this thing on Pinterest--"

"Wait!" Will exclaimed. "You have a Pinterest?"

"No," Jay scoffed. "But Hailey does. And she sent me a picture of something she thought you should do for your graduation pictures. You hold up a picture of you on your first day of school when you were little while you're wearing your cap and gown and then I take a picture of you. Since Beary was in that picture, I thought he could be in this one, too."

You grabbed Beary and allowed him to take the pictures. Now it was time to tell the news to your mom and dad.

***

"You won't believe what Will and Jay decided they just needed to get me," you said as you stood in front of your parents' headstone with Beary hidden behind your back. Will and Jay were over by a big tree talking amongst themselves so you could have some privacy. You pulled Beary from behind your back. "They got me a cap and gown for him because they said it was only fair because Beary got a backpack on my first day of school. And, since it's my last day of school, he should get a cap and gown, too.

"Also, which one of you called Will and Jay graduate all day on the day of their graduation? Because Jay won't stop calling me that and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Pretty sure it was you, Mom."

You sighed. "I wish you guys were here. Jay told me all about how you made him a special breakfast when he graduated and then went out for lunch before the actual graduation because the senior all-nighter was after. I don't know where we're going for our senior all-nighter, but I hope it's not boring. I've heard that a few years ago, some kids said theirs was super boring. I really don't want that. But, I'm glad that I could convince Will and Jay not to be chaperones for whatever my senior all-nighter is. I love them and all, but they can be a bit too overprotective at times.

"God, you guys should be here. Dad, I know you weren't the best, but you were trying. And, I'm sure if Mom was here, she'd make sure you behaved, because Mom would say it was a big day and that you couldn't be arguing with Jay." You laughed. "I can only imagine what it would look like with Jay on one side of you, Mom, and Dad on the other and you scolding both of them for fighting. Then, they'd both probably sit back and cross their arms. And, because of this, you'd probably say that I'm your favorite child."

"Alright," Jay laughed as he and Will made their way back to you. "I think it's time to go. We don't want to miss your graduation."

"You know none of us really care about the ceremony, right?" you asked, blinking back tears so that you wouldn't mess up your makeup.

"We know. It's mostly for the parents...or in your case, brothers," Will said.

You pulled out four flowers, two blue and two white, which you had taken from the bouquet that Will had placed on the kitchen table back at home, from the pockets in your dress underneath your graduation gown. "Give me one more minute."

You placed two flowers, one of each color, on top of your Mom's name and your Dad's name on the headstone. "I thought you two should have some, too. They're my school colors." You wiped your eyes as you felt a few tears prick them. "Remember to clap for me from heaven when I walk across that stage, okay?"

You took a deep shaky breath and turned back around. Will wrapped an arm around you as the three of you walked back to Jay's truck. Beary hung from your hand. In three hours, you'll have graduated high school.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was the coffee shop you worked at. And, no, it was not the one in your apartment building. But, Jay and other members of Intelligence did sometimes come in there to pick up coffee for them and the rest of the unit. This was only because they knew they'd get the friends and family discount since you worked there. But, they usually tipped you well, so you didn't mind.

Your manager asked you to come into work because someone couldn't come in. As much as you needed to study for your biology lab practical, you needed money for college more. And, you could always go to the lab tomorrow to practice for your lab practical. You also had Will. What good was having a doctor in the family if not to help you with your science homework? So, you decided to pick up the extra shift making coffee.

***

"Voight," Hank Voight said as he answered his phone.

"Hank, it's Wallace Boden. I need you to come down to the CCU science lab right now."

"Why?"

"Because Severide just told me that the victim at Soldier Field yesterday kept chanting BRT. This place is owned by BRT Labs. And, there was a fire set."

"You're thinking arson? You know we don't investigate that, Wallace."

"I know. Office of Fire Investigation is already on it."

"But, you think that the victim yesterday and the fire today could be connected?" Voight asked.

"I think it's highly possible. All I ask is that you come down here, maybe take a look inside, do some interviews, stuff you normally would do."

"Alright. I'll grab Halstead and Upton and we'll head down there."

"Thank you."

Voight hung up his phone and turned to his team, all of whom were knee-deep in paperwork after taking off yesterday to see the Bears game...which they didn't even get to see in the end. "Chief Boden needs some of us down at the CCU lab. There could be a connection--"

"Did you say the CCU lab?" Jay asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, Halstead, Upton, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. We'll let you know if we need you or you need to look up information here." Voight looked to Jay who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Halstead, we're going."

"Y/N's at the lab."

"It's Saturday," Hailey pointed out. "There's no classes on Saturdays."

"She said she was going there to study for a test. Oh, God. What if--"

"Jay," Hailey said as she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to call or text her on the way there. She'll be okay. C'mon, let's go."

"Atwater, come with me," Voight said. "Just in case Jay's gotta go."

***

You finally took your fifteen-minute break after being swamped for a good half hour straight. Who knew so many people wanted coffee at four in the afternoon? The first thing you saw were seven missed calls and texts in all caps. They were all from Jay.

"What the hell?" you muttered as you pressed Jay's contact and brought your phone to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. "Why are you--"

"Where are you? The firefighters said they haven't seen you come out yet," he rushed out.

"I'm at work. What firefighters? What are you talking about, Jay?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"You're at work?" Jay asked. "I thought you were going to school to study?"

"I was. But, then my manager called me in. Why? What happened?"

Jay felt so much relief wash over him that he almost fell over in the grass on the CCU campus. "There was a fire in the lab."

"What? Are my friends okay? Did anyone die?" you rushed out. They weren't totally your friends, more your classmates, but you figured that was the easiest thing to call them.

"As far as I know, there weren't any fatalities."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good."

"Just do me a favor: next time your plans change, text me."

"I can't promise I can remember that."

"Figures. But, I gotta go. Stay safe."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Jay yelled and threw his phone on the couch just as you entered your apartment after finishing your closing shift at the coffee shop.

"What?" you asked as you shut the door and then set your keys down and took off your hat.

"Hailey's in quarantine," he told you. "And it's all my fault."

"What? It's your fault? How'd it even happen? Why are people being quarantined?"

"Turns out that necro thing isn't as rare as Will told us."

"Jay, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh, there were a bunch of people at an apartment building who got the disease, so Will and others are there looking for a thing that somebody says they saw spraying the building. Could've been this exterminator person was trying to poison people in the building," Jay told you. "And now everyone in the building is quarantined at Med."

"And Hailey was in the apartment building...?" you asked, not knowing what this had to do with Hailey.

"I had her go to a house to talk to someone who was in the lab the same time as the victim. She, uh, the girl Hailey was talking to, fell over and she had the infection and Hailey touched her.

"Hailey had a hangnail or something—at least, that's the info that Will got from Natalie, and Will passed it on to me—so now she's in quarantine at Med. If I wouldn't have told her to go check out the lead, then maybe she wouldn't be in quarantine right now."

"Jay," you started, "you can't blame yourself. If it wasn't Hailey, it would've been you. Then you'd be quarantining at Med right now. And if it wasn't you or Hailey, it would've been someone else from Intelligence and then they'd be in quarantine right now."

"How did you get so mature?"

"Trauma."

Jay's expression immediately changed. "What? Y/N, if you need someone to talk to, I can get you that."

You laughed. "Jay, chill. It's a psych major joke...even though I know I really shouldn't be joking about trauma no matter what."

"Okay, good. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I mean, I guess. What are we watching? And, I'm gonna make popcorn, too."

"Okay. We can watch anything but Contagion," Jay told you.

"What's Contagion?"

"It's about this virus that breaks out all over a city...much like what's happening now."

"Oooh, now I want to watch it."

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

***

"Hello?" you said into the phone the next afternoon when Mama Garcia called you. Jay was out working the case, Will was trying to find a cure for this bacterial strain, and Hailey was out of quarantine because she was cleared by Natalie. So, Jay wasn't blaming himself anymore.

You quickly spoke Spanish with Mama Garcia and she asked if you could come in because they got a huge catering order last minute and she needed someone to man the cash register while she helped in the back making the order. You agreed and made your way to Mama Garcia's.

***

You were busy working the cash register and speaking Spanish with the friendly customers when you started hearing yelling outside, something about MS-13. You excused yourself and made your way to the back where Mama Garcia was working on tamales.

"They're saying something about MS-13 out there," you told her in Spanish.

"I'm going to need you to say that in English, chica," she told you. "I think you said it wrong because you just mentioned MS-13," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"No, they're saying crazy stuff," you began. "They're chanting that you're part of MS-13. You can't hear it?"

"It's loud back here. Maybe I'll hear it if I go to the front."

She came to the front with you where some customers were leaving the building through the side entrance to get away from the mob. There weren't any customers left in the little restaurant anymore.

"Dios mio," she whispered.

There had to have been at least two dozen or more people outside all yelling and saying that she was to blame for the bacteria. Some even held signs. Some had guns or sharp objects.

You pulled out your phone. "I'm calling--"

You stopped when you heard a crash. You barely had time to register what was happening as the Molotov cocktail flew through the window and shattered everywhere, lighting the place on fire and sending shards of glass everywhere, some ending up lodged in your leg as you screamed in fear and pain.

***

The men and women of Firehouse 51 got a call of a public disturbance at Mama Garcia's. As they pulled up, they saw the Molotov cocktail fly right through the front window towards you and Mama Garcia. Casey started barking out orders and everyone sprang into action.

You were inside and the smoke was getting thicker. Whatever they made this out of actually worked. You pulled your shirt up to your nose and mouth to try and stop inhaling it, but it didn't work very well.

You had been in front of Mama Garcia at the time it was thrown through the window, so you took most of the glass shards. This caused you so much pain that it was hard for you to move through the kitchen and to the door to get out.

"Fire department! Call out!" you heard Stella yell as you kept trying to walk toward the back door.

"Here!" you yelled.

"Fire department! Call out!"

"Back here! Help! Help!"

You heard heavy footsteps coming toward you and then you saw a firefighter and you felt a hand wrap around you.

"Hang on. You're gonna get out of here." Stella. "Casey," she said into her radio. "I need some help in here. Female victim, trouble walking, in the back in what looks like the kitchen."

"Copy. Coming in, Kidd."

About thirty seconds later you were picked up and told to close your eyes. You did, and it was only when you finally got outside, did Truck 81 realize who they had rescued.

***

Will was currently working in the lab trying to find an antidote to this terrible outbreak. But, something about Dr. Seldon was suspicious. He wasn't a detective like his younger brother,  but he still trusted his gut.

Dr. Seldon hadn't noticed that Will was still in the lab when he started pouring chemicals into the samples. Now Will knew something was most definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" he asked loudly, startling Dr. Seldon.

"Oh, these are contaminated samples," he answered easily like he had rehearsed what he was going to say.

Will pointed directly at him. "No. You know what? You need to stay right here."

Then, Seldon threw a punch and Will caught it easily. But, then Seldon hit him again in the stomach. In the split second that Will was doubled over, Seldon picked up a microscope and cold-cocked Will right over the head, causing him to fall to the ground as everything went black and he clutched his bleeding head.

***

Hailey was now back in the bullpen after being quarantined because she got checked out and everything was fine. She had to tell Jay to stop apologizing and that it wasn't his fault he had gotten into that mess.

"That's a blue hat, right before 2:00," Ruzek said as he looked at the security footage.

"Wait, I know this guy," Jay started. "He works at the CCU lab." His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He's with Will. We gotta go now!"

As Jay was sprinting out of the bullpen, his phone started ringing.

"Man, your phone!" Adam yelled.

"Just let it go to voice-mail!" Jay yelled as he ran down the stairs, not knowing that it was Casey calling him to let him know that they had pulled you out of a fire and you were currently being treated at Med.

***

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up a few hours later. You didn't know if it was the meds the nurse gave you to knock you out so she could pull the shards of glass out of your body or if it was from a combination of smoke inhalation and tiredness. Whatever the reason, you were awake now.

You turned to see your brothers and were very confused to see that Will was holding an ice pack to his head and Jay looked like he had gotten new stitches in his forearm.

"The hell--" You roughly cleared your throat. "The hell happened to you two?"

"We found the guy," Jay told you. "But, not before he cold-cocked Will over the head with a microscope."

"Who was he?" you asked.

"A professor at CCU. Dr. Seldon."

"I've heard of him. I think he only teaches graduate classes though, so I'd never end up being in one of his classes anyway. I'm assuming he's not teaching anymore?"

"Not a chance in hell," Jay confirmed. "If he wants to teach, he can teach all the other prisoners at Stateville."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, you know him," Will began. "He's always putting other people's safety in front of his own like the idiot he is." Jay thought about smacking his older brother upside the head but decided against it only because he had just been hit in the head. "He decided that he'd rather be infected with the bacteria instead of the people in a conference room where Seldon was. So, he cut himself."

"You what? Do you have the bacteria?" you asked as your eyes widened in fear.

"No, I don't. Hailey shot in there to distract him and then I disarmed him. Will came in with the antidote anyway, but luckily we didn't need to use it."

"If Hailey got paid overtime every time she saved your ass, she'd never have to work again."

"Tell me about it," Jay agreed.

"Now, what happened to you?" Will asked. "Casey told us you were at Mama Garcia's?"

"Yeah, she called and asked me to run the front since she needed to be in the back to help work on a catering order. I went in and an hour later, there were all these protesters outside calling her a member of MS-13 and saying she started the outbreak."

"How?" Jay wondered. "Mama Garcia's like the sweetest lady alive."

"I don't know. Because people online are crazy? And then someone threw a flaming bottle of something through the window."

"And that's how the glass got in your leg?" Will asked. You nodded. "Well, the good news is that Maggie told me the damage was artificial. The reason you passed out was because of smoke inhalation. They gave you some oxygen and you're good to go once you're ready."

"Then why don't I have one of those nose thingies in?" you asked.

"A nasal cannula?" Will chuckled. You nodded. "It's because you slept long enough with it on that your oxygen is back up. And, the paramedics gave you oxygen, too. That's why you don't need it. Your levels are back to normal."

"Oh. Okay."

"You want your discharge paperwork?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Jay's gotta fill it out."

"Nope. You are not a minor anymore. So, you get to fill out your own paperwork."

You groaned as he handed you the clipboard with the paperwork on it. Now you knew why both Jay and Will hated paperwork so much. There was so much even for one little thing!

"You know, I think since you've achieved frequent flyer status at Med," Will began, "that Beary needs a hospital gown, too."

"No! Don't you dare!"

"Just write it down and give it to her for Christmas," Jay joked. But honestly, when it came to that bear and presents, you never knew if either of them was joking or not.

Everything seemed back to normal at that moment: Jay and Will joking about your Build-A-Bear, you and Jay constantly being in the hospital for whatever reason and life. Life was back to normal after this crazy weekend that had everyone in Chicago on edge and you couldn't be happier.

A/N: Idk how I feel about this one. There was so much going on in that crossover, that it was hard for me to figure out what I wanted to focus on...so, it turned into a shorter imagine. Anyway, thank you guys so, so much for reading! I also start my new job tomorrow, so updates might be a little less frequent (one or two a week, depending on how long the imagines are and how much I have to work). Anyway, please like/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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[wherethewordsare]

a. I have accidentally unfollowed you because Tumblr puts buttons too close together.

b. I have A PROMPT. Specifically from your list of 50. 8 and/or 21. I just want something soft from you.

a: I love you <3

b: thank you @softnerdypeter for beta reading this for me <3

21. Blind date set up by friends

Oh, It’s You

Eskel had cornered Geralt in the firehouse kitchen. Again. This time with that look that used to trick Geralt into the worst trouble when they were kids. 

“Don’t automatically say no,” Eskel said with a laugh. 

“No.” Geralt turned to hide his smile. 

“Geralt, she’s really pretty though. And she has this friend that apparently has been moping and she said she’d feel better if he also had a date.” Eskel walked around the table and took Geralt’s plate, holding it away. “Besides, you’ve been moping too and you refuse to ask that musician out even though you know damn well-”

“Fine, I’ll go, but you don’t get to berate me after this. One date. That’s it. Then you leave me be,” he growled, snatching his plate back, sending his cherry tomatoes rolling onto the floor. He only glared at his brother when he laughed. 

“Alright, Wolf. Just bring your most sunny personality to the fair Friday.” Eskel chuckled as he bent down, scooping up the tomatoes and tossing them into the sink. He strolled away, looking all too much like the cat that caught the canary.

“You’re taking my shift on the dunk tank!” Geralt shouted after him with a shake of his head. “Bastard.” 

He hated how fast his phone was in his hand to text Jaskier. 

Es finally trapped me into a blind date. Fucker. 

Within a second, a message that didn’t feel like a response popped up on his screen. 

I have a date on Friday? my friend set it up. I kinda don’t wanna go. 

Geralt tried to ignore the way his gut twisted at the idea of Jaskier going out with someone else. He wasn’t sure what to say back. It wasn’t like he didn’t also have a date that night. His phone buzzed again in his hand, showing an incoming call. 

“She said his name is Gary!” Jaskier whined. There was a clattering in the background and Geralt leaned against the counter. He could close his eyes and see Jaskier making his lunch. “Who names their kid Gary? I bet he’s hideous!” There was a huff. 

“I guess this means we’ll have to cancel movie night?” Geralt hummed as he bit into a fork full of salad, sans tomatoes. “But who knows,” Geralt winced only because he knew Jaskier couldn’t see, “the guy might surprise you?” 

There was a gasp on the other end of the line. “You wanna stand up our dates and just meet up for a movie anyways?” Jaskier laughed but the sound died quickly. “Unless you’re looking forward to the date.” There was something like disappointment in his voice that could have only been chalked up to missing out on the movie and shitty take-out. 

“I would, but Eskel would kill me,” Geralt reasoned with a hum. 

“You’re gonna get a play-by-play of how terrible this guy is,” Jaskier promised with a laugh. There was a bang and a curse. “Ah shit, my frittata! I gotta go.” The line was dead before Geralt could say anything else. 

He tried to ignore the way his chest tightened as he shoved another bite into his mouth. He was almost glad when the firehouse alarm went off. 

Friday came quickly. He rode to the fair with Eskel, who was chatting more than usual, clearly nervous about his date with the nurse he couldn’t seem to get over since the last time he ended up in the ER with a burn. 

Geralt couldn’t blame him, really. Anything that made his brothers happy was fine by him, but he wished that he didn’t have to hear the same story about Eskel finally asking her out again. It was just a constant reminder that he still hadn’t swallowed his pride enough when it came to Jaskier. 

“Where am I supposed to be?” Geralt managed to ask, his arms crossed over his chest as they pulled into the dirt lot. 

“There’s a ticket booth towards the center. I think she told him to meet you there,” Eskel was checking his hair in the mirror again and only stopped when he caught Geralt rolling his eyes. “Listen, we can’t all be as pretty as you,” he shot across the bench.

“Finally, something you’ve said that makes sense,” he snorted. He climbed out of the truck and shut the door on Eskel before he could make a comeback. 

It was still early, so the fairgrounds weren’t crowded just yet. He was thankful for that at least. The place would be packed before too long. He was already coming up with reasons to cut the night short as he leaned against the back of the booth, his phone in hand. He was making an attempt not to text Jaskier. He didn’t want to interrupt his date, even if he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Geralt pulled up their conversation anyways, scrolling through as he realized that he wasn’t even sure where Jaskier was going tonight. 

“Geralt?” There was a pair of dusty converse in front of him. 

He looked up and his heart sank for a moment. Jaskier was standing there, his bright eyes catching the lights from the ferris wheel. Geralt wasn’t looking forward to having to actually watch him on his date. There had been too many nights at too many bars where he watched Jaskier flirt with everyone. Almost everyone.  

“What are you doing here, Jask?” He half flinched as he realized how gruff he had sounded. Geralt looked around, expecting to see someone coming to collect Jaskier but there was no one else there. 

“Oh,” Jaskier whispered softly. A series of emotions flew across his face all at once before he simply beamed at Geralt. “Oh!” He was laughing then, leaning into Geralt’s personal space. “Gary,” he cackled. 

He scowled at Jaskier, but then it also dawned on him and he huffed. “Oh. It’s you,” he hummed, looking around. He wondered remotely if Eskel had done this on purpose. His date was Jaskier. Or it was supposed to be. 

Maybe, he shuffled from foot to foot for a moment, maybe it still could be. 

“Well, I know I’m not nearly as good looking as this Gary was supposed to be,” Geralt mused, “but maybe we could still…” He gestured around them vaguely. 

Jaskier looked up at him again, those same emotions Geralt couldn’t read from before flitting across his face before his eyes softened. He stepped forward, sliding his arm into Geralt’s with a smile. “Far more handsome than anyone I could have imagined, dear heart.” He gave Geralt’s arm a little squeeze. “Buy me a caramel apple and tell me you like my shirt?” Jaskier teased. 

Geralt snorted as he moved them forward. “You mean my shirt you stole?” He didn’t miss the way Jaskier fell in step beside him, their arms still linked. 

“Next time don’t leave your laundry in my dryer,” Jaskier chuckled. Then he was looking down as he pulled them both to a stop for a moment in the middle of the fairway. “Geralt, just so I’m clear-”

“This is a date,” Geralt blurted before he could stop himself. “I… if you want it to be.” Part of him wanted to pull away. He’d done it now and there was no going back. He had known Jaskier for three years and for a moment he thought it crash down around him. Jaskier only smiled back at him, looking relieved. 

“Yeah, yeah I do. But only if-” he started.

“Caramel apple.” Geralt raised an eyebrow, smirking. 

“Date it is then.” Jaskier let himself be led around the fair, always touching Geralt as they went. 

It felt nice, having the weight and warmth beside him as the early autumn air started to set in. 

They found themselves in front of the dunk tank where Eskel was sitting up on the platform, that smirk of his still firmly in place. 

He had known! Geralt huffed and glared at his brother. He was leaning out of the tank slightly to high-five a slender woman with dark hair. She looked over and waved to Jaskier with a smile. 

“Hey, do you want the horse or the alien stuffie?” He asked as he marched up to the booth. He watched with a grin as Eskel’s own smile dropped. “You know what, I’ll win you both.” 

Jaskier only looked at him with confusion then glanced across. “Oh. Were we played?” He sounded smug as he handed Geralt his own tickets. 

Geralt landed not only the first shot, but the next three after, sending Eskel plunging down into the water below. When he handed Jaskier both of the rewards he was passed a caramel apple already missing a bite. 

Three years suddenly seemed to hinge on the moment as he took the apple and leaned forward, past the oversized head of the alien in Jaskier’s arm. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Jaskier’s mouth, slow enough that he could have pulled away. 

Jaskier didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned his face and let their mouths slot together more firmly, smiling all the while. 

“Took you long enough,” he pulled away just enough to murmur before pressing in again. 

“Movie night tomorrow?” Geralt asked when they finally broke apart. He felt like he was vibrating in his boots. 

“It’s a date.” 

It certainly was going to be, Geralt decided. He’d make sure it would be a good one too.

[the-last-kenobi]

I know I have already requested a fic based on one of the dialogue prompts, so you don't have to answer to this ask if you don't want to. It's just that I would love another angsty story with Qui-Gon and padawan Obi (the way you portray their father-son relationship just melts my heart and breaks it simultaneously). I don't have a preference for any specific dialogue to be included. You as the writer can choose anything from the prompt list. Whatever you think would suit your story best. Thanks again!

Thank you!! <3 Always happy to get requests from you! Oh, author’s choice. Now I gotta make a decision... hm.

I decided to go with prompt #1!

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

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From the very first moment, Qui-Gon had looked at him and seen Xanatos instead.

From the dueling mats in the Temple, to the rundown transport ship, to the wastes of Bandomeer, Obi-Wan had never really been Obi-Wan to him — just another phantom of his former, cherished apprentice, another reminder of his failings as a teacher.

Obi-Wan knew there had been times when it had been different.

In the mines — his small, trembling fingers sore from slave work pressed against the collar fitted around his throat, his breaths coming shallow but steady as he prepared to press it, to erupt, to shatter himself into billions of fragments just to open a door for Qui-Gon Jinn — there, then, it had been different.

Qui-Gon had seen him, and apologized to him, and praised him.

Offered to be his Master.

Yes, of course, yes.

But despite their bond being sealed and the training begun, after that it felt like two steps forward, five steps back, one step forward, standstill.

Qui-Gon could not seem to comprehend that Obi-Wan was not Xanatos.

He was surprised in his habits, that he hated waking early but enjoyed it once he was up. That he ate light, small meals often throughout the day instead of three large ones, and wouldn’t touch a heaping plateful no matter how hungry he was. That he was tidy in his clothing and writing but usually forgot to make his bed until the end of the day, when he wanted to climb into smooth, tidy sheets instead of a mess.

And he seemed ready, at all times, for Obi-Wan to do something… evil.

Not just wrong, or reckless, or crazy.

But as if he expected his thirteen-year-old Padawan to dramatically drop a facade of innocence like a masked villain dropping his disguise, and prove to the Order that he was capable of incredible harm.

It was worse after Telos.

One might have thought Qui-Gon expected Obi-Wan to announce himself Xanatos’ heir after the older man had flung himself into a pit of acid rather than face justice.

If Xanatos had lurked between them before, he positively pushed them apart after his death.

And then…

And then Tahl died.

And it was Obi-Wan’s fault, his stupid broken bone and his stupid inability to take care of himself or be left alone in a war zone, and she was dead. There would be no more hastily made dinners shared with laughter and teasing and her telling stories from her childhood with Qui-Gon while Qui-Gon cringed and shook his head and looked at her as if she were his favorite star, and no more basking in the light she seemed to share.

And when Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, sometimes it was clear that he could only see the love he had lost, and her lying dead before him.

And wishing it had been Obi-Wan who had died instead.

Obi-Wan could never decide which was worse.

When his Master looked at him and saw Xanatos instead, missing Obi-Wan entirely and both loving and loathing the face he saw instead —

— or when he looked at him and saw him, saw Tahl and the role Obi-Wan had played in her death, and wished to the gods that Obi-Wan had simply never been.

To not be seen at all?

Or to be seen and to be despised?

You look right at me, Obi-Wan wanted to say. You look at me but you’re always seeing someone else.

But Obi-Wan loved his Master. Loved him like a son loves a father, like a good student loves a great teacher, and he could not stop loving him and wanting to be loved in return.

He could not even bring himself to try stopping.

And Qui-Gon, it seemed, could not bring himself to see Obi-Wan differently than he did. Maybe there was simply nothing more to see.

After awhile, Obi-Wan stopped hoping, and simply pushed himself to keep going, regardless of what he received in return. It was enough to be his Master’s Padawan, to have those rare moments of perfect harmony.

He stopped checking to see if his Master was pleased with him. Stopped looking for signs.

Qui-Gon Jinn would never need him, but he needed his teacher, and so he would not complain.

And this state of being went on for years.

And years.

The first thing Obi-Wan registered was the sound of beeping. The whirring of machinery, the quiet hum of droids working nearby.

There was something foreign, uncomfortable and plastic, in his nose and his mouth.

His whole body ached, but at the same time he was so comfortable and so very very tired that it felt as if the bed he was lying on had half swallowed him. He couldn’t so much as lift a finger if he tried.

That’s odd, he thought hazily. I’ve never had a bed try to eat me before.

And that is when he heard it.

Qui-Gon, muffled by a closed door or even two, his voice raised as Obi-Wan had never heard it.

“—you insisted on speaking to me about this right here and now, then the burden is on you! I won’t lower my voice just to appease you, Mace!”

That’s not good, Obi-Wan thought sluggishly. Master is going to get himself in deeper trouble with the Council again, and I can’t help him if a bed eats me.

A pause, and then Qui-Gon shouted, “I don’t give a damn!”

Obi-Wan smiled inwardly. You never do, you rule-flouter.

Another voice rose sharply through the haze, but Obi-Wan could not make it out. Qui-Gon spoke again, anger bleeding into borderline rage. “Look where your priorities got us! I warned you, I told you not to send him in there alone, and did you listen?” The voices drew much nearer as Qui-Gon continued to yell, and he was getting nearer, too.

Obi-Wan frowned. That sounded bad. Who was it that Qui-Gon did not trust to go alone, and what had they done wrong?

“You sent him when I was away and couldn’t do anything to prevent you! You went behind my back! Obi-Wan could have died!” Qui-Gon roared, very close by.

A strange stillness fell, a quiet, like the sudden disorientation after turning off music or a bright screen and blinking in the darkness.

Me.

“He could still die,” said Qui-Gon, much softer, and his voice broke. “My Padawan could die in that bed and you want to talk to me about mission parameters now?”

I went alone somewhere and he did not want me to go. I did something wrong.

“Qui-Gon,” sighed Mace Windu. “No. We just wanted to—”

“I know what you wanted,” snapped Qui-Gon. “I’m not leaving his side, and I’m not discussing anything not related to his health, do you understand?”

A familiar voice that Obi-Wan could not place a name to spoke up just then, mediating. “Peace. Your volume and aggravation are disturbing other patients. Master Jinn, go sit with your apprentice and be still.”

“Thank you, Healer Che,” Qui-Gon murmured.

A door opened. Very close by.

Footsteps approached Obi-Wan where he lay motionless, sunken into the bed and burning with dull physical pain and a much sharper pain called shame.

Qui-Gon sighed somewhere nearby.

And then, to Obi-Wan’s astonishment, he felt warm breath ghosting the top of his head and then a dry-lipped kiss was planted on his forehead, paternal and solemn, a benediction.

“Foolish boy,” Qui-Gon murmured, and the bed shifted as he sat on its edge, one arm coming to curl around Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Rushing off on perilous solo missions as if I wouldn’t notice.”

Obi-Wan waited, a strange breathless hope inside him, like small child expecting a gift, a silly and wondrous feeling.

“Sometimes I think you don’t know that I love you,” Qui-Gon said. “Go easy on your old Master, Obi-Wan, he’s a very foolish man and you’re going to give me heart problems before my time.”

A sturdy, rough-fingered hand began rubbing absently up and down Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“You are remarkable, Padawan mine. Don’t forget that.” Qui-Gon’s voice broke again.

With an almighty effort, Obi-Wan struggled within himself, searching for strength. When he found it, he seized upon it, and with all he had he reached out along his decade-old training bond, trying to connect with his Master.

A flash of surprise, recognition, relief, joy.

Qui-Gon actually let out a strangled sob; the arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders tightened fiercely.

“You’re going to be all right,” he said aloud. “In fact, I expect you’re going to be incredible, one day, my Padawan.”

Obi-Wan could not muster the energy for a smile, but he tried; and perhaps Qui-Gon understood, because the last thing Obi-Wan felt before darkness pulled him back under to the impenetrable sleep of drug-induced relief was the warmth of laughter against the top of his brow, and another paternal kiss.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Touch - p.p

chapter two: the dance

synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

The day after the confession in the kitchen, the Avengers were sent on an emergency to mission in Alaska. You’d normally sit next to Peter on the jet, but you decided to give him his distance. There was an icy tension between the two of you ever since you spoke of the dance you’d been doing, something you wished would remain unspoken.

You looked at Peter and let out a sigh before getting off the jet and taking your place next to Steve. Tony stood in front of the team and rubbed his hands.

“Banner and Romanoff, stay on the main floor and contain the damage. Rogers, I want you on the west side. Try to minimize the amount of flying monkeys that get in. Bert and Ernie, you two go to the basement and try to turn off the power.”

You felt your heart sink as you and Peter were assigned to stay together. You looked at him and gave him a tight smile, but the eyes on his mask told you he was looking away.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, fighting the urge to cry. Knowing that he felt the same was much worse than wondering if he reciprocated your feelings. Now that you knew, all you felt was pain.

You and Peter headed towards the basement in silence and you hoped it would stay that way. Peter’s head was going a million miles an hour, the mission long gone from his mind.

“Are we gonna talk about what happened between us?” He blurted, making your chest tighten.

“Nothing happened between us.” You said simply, hoping he would take the hint to drop it.

“I know.” He stopped walking. “That’s the problem.”

You stopped too, looking around before walking up to Peter.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumbled. “We gotta focus on the mission, okay?”

“I can’t focus on anything anymore.” Peter laughed sadly. “Only you.”

“Peter.” You whimpered as he stepped closer to you. He raised a hand and brushed it against your cheek, and you let it linger. You leaned into his touch and looked in his eyes before yours widened in fear.

“Behind you.”

As soon as Peter turned around, he got punched in the face. You immediately jumped to his defense and fought off the intruder, but three more piled in. You and Peter fought back to back, punching and kicking at whoever came near you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man run out of the room with a ring of keys and let out a sigh. Peter clocked it too and looked at you.

“He had the keys to turn the power off.” He called out. “He can’t get away.”

“I’ll go get him.” You called back before running out of the room. You chased the man down and kicked him in the face, catching the keys when the flew out of his hands. He tried to get up so you put a hand on his chest and released pain into his body, making him collapse again. You smiled proudly as you ran back to the room where Peter was, freezing in your place at what you saw.

The first thing you noticed was that all the men were gone. As your eyes searched the room, they landed on Peter, who was lying on the floor. His mask was off, but what really stood out to you was the giant pipe in his chest.

“Hey, peaches.” He smiled weakly at you as blood spilled out of his mouth.

“What happened?” You swallowed gravely as you knelt down beside him. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you watched your best friends blood leave his body.

“I’ve been impaled.” Peter laughed as he touched the entry wound, craning his neck to see how bad he was. Once he saw it, he let out another laugh that made his blood gurgle in his throat.

“Peter.” You whispered as hot tears streamed down your face. You reached forward but he swatted your hands away to the best of his ability.

“Wait. Don’t touch me.” He croaked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well I can’t just watch you die.” You shouted as you tried to touch him again.

“Please. Don’t.” He begged as he pushed you away. “You don’t know what it’ll do.”

“But I know what will happen if I don’t, and that’s not an option I’m willing to entertain.” You shook your head as you reached for him once again.

“Please.” Peter pleaded. “Don’t.”

If the situation were different, you’d laugh at the fact he was begging you not to touch him the day after he told you how much it hurt him that you didn’t touch him.

But the situation was dire, and there was no room for laughter.

“Hold still.” You instructed as you placed your hands on either side of his face.

“Y/n. Don’t.” He said weakly, the light behind his eyes beginning to dim.

“I have to.” You whimpered as a test rolled down your cheek and landed on his face. “I can’t lose you.”

Before Peter could respond, you bent down and kissed him. You drew the pain out of his body through your lips, feeling the excruciating agony he was in transferring itself into your body. As the pain grew more unbearable, you kissed him harder. Tears of anguish were rolling down your face as your veins filled with fire. You opened your eyes in time to see the wound on Peter’s chest closing, and that’s when you collapsed.

~

Your eyes fluttered open, and quickly shut, as the fluorescent hospital lighting stung them. You let them adjust by slowly opening your eyes, looking around the room as you did. You saw Peter sitting in a chair in the corner of your hospital room and tried to call out to him, but your throat was bone dry.

“Peter?” You croaked out, making him look up. You tried to sit up in bed, but the IV’s and tubes in your body made that difficult. Every fiber in your body felt sore, so you gave up on sitting up. Peter rushed to your side and knelt down beside you, almost taking you leave hand in his but deciding against it.

“Hi peaches.” He smiled softly at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” You licked your dry lips. “What time is it? Is everyone back from the mission?”

“It’s almost 4 am.” He checked his phone. “Everyone got back from the mission safely. You’ve, um, you’ve actually been out for a few days.”

“I have?” You panicked, hating that you lost time. Peters lips tightened into a frown as tears welled in his eyes, quickly looking away so you wouldn’t see.

“We weren’t sure you’d wake up.” He mumbled as he wiped his face.

“Have you been here the whole time?” You asked, knowing the answer already.

“Where else would I be but by your side?” He smiled sadly.

“Have you eaten?”

“I can’t really keep anything down.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to eat knowing my best friend is getting all her nutrients through an IV in her arm.”

“You should get something to eat.” You said gently.

“Is that really what you want to talk about?” Peter asked hoarsely as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Well what do you want to talk about?” You tried to joke. Peter stared at you for a moment before standing up and turning his back to you, his body language telling you he was crying. After composing himself, he looked over his shoulder.

“You almost died.” He said dully before quickly looking away.

“I know.” You swallowed, feeling uneasy all of the sudden.

“Why did you do it?” He whispered. “Why did you heal me?”

“Because.”

“Because why?” He raised his voice. “I’ve been sitting here, raking my brain, trying to figure out why the smartest girl I know would make such a stupid decision. I was on the brink of death and you still took my pain. You could have died. Do you realize that? You could have died.”

You looked at Peter for a moment before letting out a laugh that lead to a cough.

“Why are you laughing?” Peter asked angrily.

“Because it’s funny.” You laughed as you rubbed your tired eyes.

“What’s funny?”

“It’s funny how you think I wouldn’t die before I lost you.” You said as your laughter died down. You and Peter looked at each other for a moment as you realized this wasn’t just a mere crush.

This was love.

“I thought you wanted to minimize the casualties.” Peter said as tears came back to his eyes. Tears stung at your own eyes as you used all your strength to call him over with your hand.

“Come here.”

Peter wordlessly went to you and knelt down beside you. You took his hand but didn’t meet his eyes, the contact being enough.

“I want you, okay?” Your voice shook as you kept your eyes down. “Don’t you dare think I don’t want you. I think about you all the time. It debilitates me. Sometimes, I can’t even breath until you’re with me.”

“Then be with me.” Peter cried, squeezing your hand tightly.

“I can’t.” You sniffled as you let go of his hand. “It’s too dangerous.”

Peter looked at his now empty hand and sucked in a sharp breath.

“So what do we do? Just continue dancing around each other?” He raised his voice. “I can’t do that anymore. I won’t.”

“I love you.” You promised. “Isn’t knowing that enough?”

“I would have you.” Peter said in defeat. “If it were enough, I would have you.”

Without another word, Peter left the room.

Two weeks later, you were able to return to the tower. Peter stopped coming to visit you in your room, but you always saw him lurking in the waiting room. You moved back into your old room and grew to miss the sound of him knocking at your door, asking you if you wanted to watch a movie. The first time you made direct eye contact since the day in the hospital happened early one morning before training.

“Hey.” You smiled sweetly at Peter as you walked into the kitchen. Your face was still a little bruised and swollen, which made it hard for Peter to look at you.

That, and the fact he couldn’t be with the girl he loved.

“Hey.” Peter responded without looking up at you. You figured he’d be upset, but you weren’t expecting the cold shoulder. You silently got out a cereal bowl and the carton of milk.

“Mind if I sit here?” You asked politely as you pointed to the sets next to Peter.

“Sure.” Peter mumbled. You put your bowl down next to Peter’s and smiled at him, but he didn’t look at you.

“You look nice.” You tried to spark conversation. “I like this shirt on you.”

“Thanks.” Peter answered dully. Your lips tightened as you felt tears threaten your eyes.

“Please don’t shut me out Peter. It’s me. It’s peaches.” You laughed sadly as you looked at him. “I know we can’t be together but we can’t still be friends.”

“How can we be friends?” He finally looked at you. “How am I supposed to be your friend when my hands twitch because they want to hold yours so badly? Are we supposed to pretend we’re not in love with in each? And just wait until that love goes away? Is that your plan?”

“You’re not being fair. I’m doing this to protect you.” You threw your spoon down angrily and got out of your seat.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Peter shouted as he got up as well.

“Then what do you need?” You shouted in his face. Peter immediately took your face in his hands and kissed you just as passionately as the first time. You clutched his shirt to keep him as close as possible as you kissed him back with everything you had in you. He pulled away much too soon, leaving the both of you breathless.

“More of that. That’s what I need.” He panted. “Everyday, if I could.”

“I’m not gonna change my mind about this.” You shook your head sadly.

“And I’m not gonna change how I feel about you.” Peter said definitively.

“Then nothings going to change.” You whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Alright then.” Peter stepped back from you. “The dance goes on.”

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[toddlerbodybag]

Howdy! I'd love to request Yandere Tifa Lockhart with a s/o that tries to escape her. Thank you!

Ok!!

Sorry this was an little angsty, but I really wanted to explore how her experiences led to her yandere trait's. Trigger warning for don coreno, nothing explicit, just trauma from the event.

Tifa had many admirers, alot of whom where in high places. There was nothing she hated more then those men who wouldn't stop. Early on in your relationship you told her that she was started to adapt the behavior of her abusers, her possessiveness sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. She broke down crying. She explained that this was different. She did everything because she loved you so so much, that she was scared to loose you because you were the first person who genuinely seemed to love her for more than the surface. Who didn't see her as an object to be won. The guilt from your accusation caused you to fall into an flurry of self hatred. You both blamed it on your self destructive nature, hurting yourself because you hated yourself. She held you with your head burried in her lap, kissing the top of your head "just let yourself be happy, you deserve to be happy". She just wanted to protect you from all the people who saw her as an prize, who wanted to break her down and mold her into someone else. Who wanted to hurt her because she looked pretty when she cried.

All of that made you feel even worse for what you where about to do. It's not that you where trying to leave her.. you just wanted to check up on a sick friend. Tifa would only let you leave 7th heaven with her by your side. If you asked her she would have taken you, but it was an busy day for the girl. You needed to check up on your friend now and you didn't want to give her another thing to do. You waited till she was in an deep sleep and slipped out of the bed. You ran over to your friends house for an quick visit. They where unable to sleep due to their painful symptoms, so you stayed well into the night, watching movies to distract them.

Your eyes caught the sunrising from the window "fuck, I gotta go home" in a rush you gathered your things. You looked at your phone to check the time, "7 missed calls from tifa" shit. You opened messenger, but your phone died before you could type an single letter. You ran out of the apartment and towards 7th heaven. "Tifa" you shouted as you opened the door. "Y/n" an sleepy small voice whispered. Marlene was standing by the pinball machine, clutching her pink blanket. "Sweetie, what are you doing up" you bowed down to her level. "Tifa left" "oh, okay, just go back to bed honey it's alright" Marlene nodded , you waited until she had left untill you sprinted over to the bars phone. Dialing tifa as fast as you could. "Hello" tifa's voice was shaking, "tifa baby I am so sor-""were are you" she interrupted "I'm at 7th, are you okay" tifa hung up. You sat down, preparing your explanation.

After a few minutes tifa burst through the door, tackling you with an hug. "Why, why did you leave" "I just went to check up on an friend" tifa grabbed your shoulders, "without me" tifa scolded. "I didn't want to bother you". "You never bother me!!" You sighed,"I don't get why this is such an big deal, I'm a big girl tifa, I can take care of myself" "you can't!!" Anger bubbled inside of you "I'm not an idiot tifa!". "You just don't understand, the type of people out there" tifa cried out. Tifa continued "there are people out there who want to do terrible things to me, to you. What if HE got you" now you understand her paranoia. "Sephiroth's dead tifa" tifa looked up confused. "I know, it's someone else y/n" "who?". "Don coreno" she said his name like each letter of it burned. Pulling you close to her she elaborated. "He didn't get the chance to do anything, but he would've, and he will if he gets it." Guilt twisted your heart, seeing her like this broke you. "Y/n, my baby, I don't want you to ever experience those types of looks, you stay up at night haunted by what could have happened, I'm strong so I can save myself, but you. It could actually happen if I'm not there to protect you".

You held her for an while, her hot tears ran down your neck as she cried , her face buried in the nape of it. "Let's get some sleep" she nodded.

You where able to hobble out of the bar,her body leaning on you. Collapsing onto the bed the two of you drifted off to an light yet peaceful sleep. Which was quickly pulled away from you when Marlene crawled between you. "Had a nightmare" "why you crawling in with us" tifa's voice was slightly raspy from crying. "Daddy's to big, I'm crushed" Marlene pouted "he snooooores to loud" you drifted off to sleep, the sounds of Marlene describing her nightmare to tifa. Their voices muted and words distorted

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

A fluorescent green gaze pierced through him from the rearview mirror. As much as the eye contact sent chills down Dale's spine, he didn't want to look away. Some primal part of his brain was much more comfortable keeping his eyes firmly planted on the predator in the back seat of the police car.

"Why won't he leave?" Dale whispered to his partner, the woman grit her teeth.

"I don't know, but I'm not the idiot who decided to fucking arrest him." spat Whitney.

"I didn't think it would work!" Dale hissed. They were trying to be quiet, but he was certain the ghost boy could hear them clear as day, especially with the quiet of the late night streets. "I was just following protocol. We're not supposed to ignore criminal activity."

"The protocol," Whitney's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as she circled the block for the third time. "Is to not fuck with the ghosts Dale. Especially that one."

She jerked her head roughly to the boy in the back seat, he was looking around the car and humming to himself, he didn't appear to be paying attention, but that didn't mean he wasn't listening.

"Look I just... we need to at least keep up appearances. We can't just let people think we aren't even trying."

"Yes! Yes we can!" Whitney snapped her mouth shut as her volume started to rise with frustration, she glanced nervously into the mirror and took a deep breath before continuing in a low tone. "We aren't paid to deal with this kind of bullshit, we radio it in and let a Fenton or a Guy in White deal with it."

"Okay I get it!" Dale ran a hand through his thinning hair. "I just... I feel so pathetic doing nothing when ghosts are just running around destroying public property-"

"Oh yeah no that's fine Dale that's a great reason to go and put handcuffs on the most powerful ghost in the fucking city." Whitney took the next turn a little too sharply, Dale felt himself lurch sideways, but the boy in the back hardly moved. It wasn't especially surprising given his usual disregard for the laws of physics.

As well as all the other laws that Officer Dale was supposed to be enforcing.

"I told you I didn't think he would actually come willingly." Dale whispered harshly, his voice containing just the barest hint of hysteria. "I just wanted to show him that we aren't total pushovers, I didn't expect it to go this far."

They circled the block once more as Dale checked the rearview mirror again. Phantom was playing with his handcuffs, jiggling the chain and twisting his hands around them. It was almost like he was trying wriggle his way out of them, Dale knew perfectly well that they were just ordinary handcuffs, and he could phase through them at any moment. Phantom had to know that too.

Whitney flicked her eyes between the mirror and the road.

"Asshole," the word was barely audible, Dale would have missed it had he not seen her lips move. "He's just doing this to fuck with us."

"Of course he is." Dale rubbed at his face tiredly. "He's probably got nothing better to do, maybe he'll leave if another ghost shows up?"

"And exactly how long do you expect us to go around in circles waiting for that to happen?" Whitney asked through gritted teeth. "This is getting fucking embarrassing."

"Maybe we should just take him in," Dale sighed in defeat. Whitney took another corner way too hard, jostling him roughly in his seat.

"I am NOT taking Phantom back for processing. They will NEVER let us live this down, and I am NOT becoming the joke of the precinct because YOU decided to be a god damn moron and arrest a fucking ghost."

Another sharp turn and the entrance to the city park flew by their windows again, Dale had lost count how many times they'd circled the block, but somehow he was certain that Phantom hadn't.

The little shit was enjoying this, why couldn't he just sneak into a movie theatre to get his kicks like a normal teenager?

Whitney growled and pulled the car into a complete stop, the wheels screeched and Dale let out a loud WHUFF as the inertia jerked him hard against his seatbelt.

His partner violently wrenched the door open and pulled herself out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her with far more force than was necessary.

Dale followed suit and looked over the roof of the car as Whitney pulled open the back passenger door and whistled sharply, pointing up and out into the sky.

"Go on, get. Ride's over, you've had your fun."

"Awww come oooon," Phantom whined, "I didn't even get to hear you use the siren!"

"Don't care, we're the police, not baby sitters. Go find some ghost cops to bother."

"The ghost cops aren't as fun," Phantom moaned, but he did as he was told and stepped out of the car. "You know, you guys shouldn't swear so much around minors, you're corrupting the youth!"

"I'll corrupt my foot up your ass if you don't get going." said Whitney, flatly. She put her hand out and Phantom effortlessly dropped the cuffs from his wrists and tossed them at her.

He pulled a face at her as she fumbled with the handcuffs, sticking out a very green tongue.

"I saw that young man!" Dale pointed at him from the other side of the car. "Don't let us catch you disrespecting an officer of the law again! Next time you won't get off with just a warning-"

"Dale! For the love of all that is holy shut your damn fool mouth!"

Phantom hopped backwards from the irate woman, his last few steps landing on empty air. He floated gently upwards with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well this has been fun but I gotta head off, but thanks for the company! We should do it again some time, see you around!" He waved a casual salute and swung around, legs stretching out into a long swirling tail as he sped off into the sky.

Dale felt his knees shaking as he slipped back into the car. Whitney settled into her seat, hands steady as a rock as she belted herself up and started the car.

"That was terrifying." He gasped.

"And yet you still had to keep playing bad cop."

"I'm sorry it just slipped out! He's no different to any of the other punks we deal with around here. A wiseass with no respect for authority." Dale huffed and folded his arms, crossly.

"...He probably wasn't any different, before he died." Whitney said, quietly.

Dale didn't respond, letting the statement sit heavily between them as the car pulled away from the curb.

"I forget that sometimes, you know." said Dale. "This is the first time I've ever seen him up close and he... he really does just look like some kid. How do you think he... how do you think it happened?"

Whitney let out a deep breath as they completed their final lap around the block and headed in toward the city centre.

"I have no idea, and I'm pretty sure that's the kinda thing you can't ask." she paused for a moment, before continuing with a quiet pain in her voice. "He's so young."

"I wonder if his parents know," Dale mused sombrely, "That he's, you know, still around?"

"Who knows."

A car cut them off suddenly at an intersection.

"That was a red light." Dale announced.

The police car's lights flashed as the siren echoed through the empty streets, and Whitney slammed her foot down to catch up with the offending vehicle.

The conversation was over, but neither cop forgot about the incident, and neither could look at their city's hero and menace quite the same. Dale had gotten quite good at seeing ghosts as merely 'creatures', or 'monsters', things that were entirely Strange and Other. Being up close and personal with one had been a much needed reminder of what a ghost truly was.

And that ghost, the one messing around in the back of his car, was a boy. Just a boy. A boy who had a family, a boy who had a life, a boy who had died.

When Dale got home in the early hours of the morning, he hovered by his kids' bedroom, carefully easing the door open to look at their little sleeping faces. Just to make sure they were still there, right where he left them. Still breathing, still alive.

He knew there was a family out there somewhere, parents who had looked through their son's bedroom door and seen only cold, empty sheets.

Dale stepped very carefully over the spilt lego pieces on the floor, and gave his girls both a long, heartfelt kiss on their little heads, before going back to his own room to lay by his sleeping wife's side.

No, no he truly couldn't look at Phantom quite the same way, not anymore.

[willow-lark]

my take on the anakin doesn’t fall au

Ok so in this AU Anakin does get the dreams about Padmé dying but she reassures him that he doesn’t know she actually died and childbirth is PAINFUL so it makes sense 

Basically everything in this AU is altered because everyone has just a little more common sense while at the same time being exponentially more ridiculous

He doesn’t end up seeing Palpatine at the light show thing, and also declines the position as his personal representative because the senate and the council are separate things

Obi-Wan and Yoda and whoever do their normal thing in ROTS. Yoda goes to the wookies or whatever and Obi-Wan goes to kill Grievous

Padmé checks into a hospital early that day because her water broke so she’s nice and comfy there

Anakin is still tempted by Palpatine to the dark side but reports him just as Obi-Wan gets back from killing grievous, so the Council chooses to get reinforcements and they all go to arrest him

But just then Anakin’s comlink beeps and it’s padme telling him her water just broke so he’s like “uhhhh i gotta dip” and confesses to Obi Wan his fear that Palpatine is manipulating him and that he’s “I had a vision the other night of Senator Amidala dying. Uhh idk obviously because we’re NOT married WHATSOEVER but isn’t she pregnant? I’m worried about her.” and Obi-Wan is like “ok first off calm down attachments aren’t a good thing and this is obviously something hindering you but we don’t want the Sith to manipulate you further so why don’t you go check up on her or something and calm down and process this fear HEALTHILY” because at this point he’s just exhausted

Anakin goes to Padmé’s hospital and gets in and they’re all super formal around the staff/droids but it’s like. “Yes. I am Jedi Knight Skywalker on behalf of the Jedi Council to ensure that Senator Amidala can safely have her children” and “Yes. This is my Good Friend™  Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and I Thank Him for coming on behalf of the Council to protect me” or some other bullshit and everyone’s like “mmhmm okay”

It’s nice and comfortable and the nurses are so nice and Anakin’s freaking out worse than Padmé who’s just like “calm DOWN I swear to god the last thing I need is STRESS” and he’s like “okay I love you”

They’re there for a while and meanwhile everybody else is dueling Sidious

Droid: You are aware that you’re having twins, Senator?

Anakin and Padme: wHAT

So the twins are born and they’re named Luke and Leia and Padme’s FINE and it was a relatively normal delivery and the twins weren’t even premature!! Everything is SO good. Suspiciously so. Har har har…

Anyways so Anakin’s gotta leave but Padmé and her handmaidens are gonna head back to Naboo with the newborns bc she’s taking maternity leave or whatever

Anakin goes back and Sidious is still busy fighting all the Jedi. He immediately preys on Anakin with the same bs as in canon saying he can save his loved ones from dying if he only helps this POOR OLD MAN who is being ATTACKED by the traitorous JEDI

Anakin goes in for the kill but in the end it’s pretty unclear which Jedi actually dealt the fatal blow

Obi-Wan was pretty pissed off as well

Once it’s over the Clone Wars end pretty quickly and Bail Organa (?) is instituted as Chancellor and everything seems to be ok

The Jedi resign from being military leaders

Obi-Wan sits Anakin down to have a Chat about his secret wife and ultimately after they talk it out he encourages Anakin to leave the Order and pursue what he feels is his duty now that the Clone Wars are over

Anakin does so and leaves to become Padmé’s trophy husband/stay-at-home dad

The twins grow up as Luke and Leia Skywalker-Amidala and get up to their own shenanigans in space suburbia where they are frequently visited by their many aunts, uncles, and relatives including but not limited to Padmé’s family, Padmé’s handmaidens, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, several (dozen) clones, the Organas, the Larses, and more

The end