sorry if it makes you nauseous

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,463

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: catboy!tae, comedy, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?

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Anything, Everything (1/2)

Summary: If she could be anything she ever wanted, it would be the one he loved. [Request]

Word Count: 849

A/N: To the anon, I’m sorry it took me literally 4 weeks (yikes). Should I write a second part?

Everyone says that we fall in love with people we can’t have. She knew she’s already lost him and it’s selfish, really. Because watching her best friend fall in love with someone else wasn’t exactly easy and Y/N struggled.

It’s been nearly three months and she’s managed to get used to it. She hates how naive he was. It was frustrating, to say the least considering that Michele and Ned were actually able to figure it out themselves. He couldn’t take a hint but sometimes, his actions would say otherwise.

Y/N had to watch him adore her from afar. She was everything he ever wanted. To Peter, Liz always seemed to light up the room. But he was Y/N’s sun. He was her moon and her stars. God, she was merely anything to him anymore and it was horrible. 

Here she is right now, pouring herself a drink on one corner of the high school gym transformed with fancy lights and a stage at the other end of the venue.

“Why are you all alone on a night like this?”

She turns around wishing it was Peter by her side only to see Flash Thompson. Y/N manages to stop her eyes from rolling, sending him a tight lipped smile instead.

She takes another swig from the plastic cup before shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not really my thing.”

“Well if you don’t mind,” Flash says while inserting his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “I’d really like to dance with you.”

“Yeah.” Y/N couldn’t help but smile for the sake of distracting herself. “That would be nice.”

What she doesn’t notice is Peter staring from a distance. There’s sadness in his eyes, slowly feeling her slip through his fingers. Her hair flows past her shoulders in a loose braid with her dress perfectly hugging her body. She was art in its purest form.

He’d fallen in love with her a long time ago and it angered him because it took Y/N being held in someone else’s arms to realize it.

It’s stupid of her to use him as some sort of rebound, but she hasn’t seen Peter since he arrived with Liz so it must’ve helped at some point.

Of course, she spoke too soon. 

“Excuse me.” Interfering the pair, Peter sends Flash a look. “Can I talk to her for a minute?” He pulls her out of the crowd before giving him the chance to answer.

“Peter?” Dumbfounded, she lets go of his grip. “What’s going on?”

“What the hell, Y/N?” He hissed. “Out of everyone in the whole school, you take him?”

“It was just one dance, come on—”

Peter was fuming, balling his fists on his sides in an attempt to compose himself. ”And you agreed? I thought you were better than that.“

“I’m sorry? Why does it matter to you?” Her voice was rising by the minute, catching the attention of some students nearby.

“You can’t— Not him—”  

“Because it’s none of your business.” She grits her teeth, eyes flashing and muscles tensing as she held her purse in a tight grip.

“I love you, Y/N.”

This was all she ever wanted. This was all she ever wanted to hear but it was making her nauseous.

“Talk to me. Please.” He’s practically begging, hot on her heels. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Y/N crosses her arms. “I’m going home.“

“Are you dating him now?” He spoke softly in disbelief, voice almost breaking as he throws his arms up in despair. His voice echoes in the dark corridor, she’s not sure if she heard him right, her mind is hazy and she stops walking before she can get through the door, scanning his disheveled figure.

“God, no! It’s you, Peter. It’s always been you!” She’s choking back her tears, hands quivering as she desperately tries to hold herself together. “I’ve loved you for so long. I wanted to move on and when I finally decide to do something about it, you start running after me.“

There’s silence between the two, a blank expression appearing on Peter’s face yet she could see right through him. He was confused. Lost.  

“Was it the attention? Did you love knowing that you could break my heart?” It’s unfair but anger was flowing right through her, unable to control the words coming out of her. His mouth dries up, heart rate suddenly increasing. “I didn’t know, I never wanted to—“

“You already have.”

It felt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he wasn’t aware of the pain he’s caused but it was too late. Peter was blinded for so long because everything he was looking for was standing in front of him.

Watching him love someone else.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Footsteps started approaching and Liz’s voice echoes across the hall. “Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She says with a smile across her face. Peter nods, muffling a soft apology.

And when he turns back his head, Y/N was already gone leaving nothing but an empty hallway.



Date ‘n Ditch

“Well. This is awkward.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“… What should we do?”

“Ain’t much we can do, unless you wanna go tell ‘em to stop.”

“As if!”

“Answered your own question then, didn’t ya Kagome?”

“But we can’t just sit here. It feels so… intrusive.”

“Keh! They’re the ones being gross in public. It’s their own fault if they get an audience.”

“I mean, I know they haven’t seen each other for awhile, but… it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces.”

“More like eat each other’s tongues.”


“Tell it to those two!”

“This is the last time I ever go anywhere with Sango and Miroku.”


“They’re just… so…”


“… publicly affectionate.”

“Yeah, gross.”

“How’d you get roped into being here, Inuyasha?”

“I’m Miroku’s ride. You?”

“Sango and I had a movie date, but, well, the plans changed when Miroku called at the last minute.”


“I really wouldn’t have minded if Sango cancelled our plans. I know how weird Miroku’s work schedule has been, and it’s hard for them to have time together… but I think she felt bad about it, and kept insisting I should come along. Kinda wish I’d said no.”

“You shoulda said ’fuck no.’”

“… I won’t argue with you there.”

“This is really putting me off my food.”


“The whole restaurant is staring at us.”

“I guess it’s dinner and a show.”

“Ugh, don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me more nauseous than I already am.”


“… goddamn, did his hand just…?”


“And did she just—”

“Looks like it.”

“… fucking gross.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t been kicked out of here yet.”

“… You know what? Fuck this. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Go?”

“Let’s get out of here. Just 'cuz those two won’t get a room doesn’t mean we have to sit here and watch 'em.”

“You want us to ditch our friends?”

“Like they’d even care.”


“We could start a knife fight in here and they wouldn’t notice. I mean, look at them.”

“… yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Fucking finally. Don’t forget your coat.”

“What about the tab?”

“Let them deal with it.”

“I dunno, that doesn’t seem very—”

“We’ll pay 'em back later, let’s just go before I start puking.”

“All right. Where should we go?”

“We can hit that movie you and Sango were gonna see.”

“Works for me.”

“… we could get dinner afterwards, too. If, y'know, we’re hungry or whatever.”

“… Inuyasha, are you asking me on a date?”

“Keh! No. I’m rescuing your ass from our disgusting friends.”

“Ah. I see.”

“It ain’t a date.”


“It ain’t.”

“I believe you.”





“… if it were a date—which it isn’t, okay?—but if it were, would you, er…”



“Yes, I’d go with you.”

“… right. Okay. That’s, um, cool.”



“Will you go on a date with me?”

“… Fuck yes.”  

Thought I’d try my hand at my own dialogue challenge. :3

Meant to Be - Part Three: Awake

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses @theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment

Word Count: 2071

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, STRONG TRIGGER WARNING: description of suicide attempt

A/N: buckle up y’all

The reply was immediate.


Alexander felt a strange rush of emotions at the sight of the familiar handwriting. All his hatred for Thomas bubbled up, and constricted his airway. At the same time, he felt a fluttering in his stomach. This was the boy that he was in love with.

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So I’m rewatching Fairy Tail and in the first few episodes, Natsu is so sarcastic towards Lucy and Lucy just seems really unamused by his antics.
But Natsu asks Lucy to be on his team, yes it was at first because he needed a blonde, but it became more. Natsu, Lucy and Happy became a team (along with Gray and Erza).
During the Phantom Lord arc, Lucy is kidnapped and held in a tower, Natsu upon hearing this, grabs a random member and demands they take him to her. Lucy meanwhile, manages to distract Master Jose and run out to the edge of the building where she finds she’s many feet above ground. Lucy then proceeds to throw herself off the building because she hears Natsu in the distance, if this doesn’t truly show how much faith she has in him idk what does!? Natsu catches her and you can clearly see him turn so that he crashes through the wall and not Lucy.

In the battle of FairyTail, it’s the first time we see Natsu having faith in Lucy’s abilities, whilst Gajeel expresses shock that Lucy beat Bickslow, Natsu shows no sign of being surprised or that he doubted her power. But this still doesn’t mean he’s not stupidly protective of her, to name a few moments: In Edolas, he knew that he had to save his Lucy from the guards even though he had no Magic and no plan and he threatened to burn Hughes to ashes if he touched Lucy, on Tenrou Island, he yelled at Lucy to run away to avoid being killed by Kain, and watched in horror when she didn’t and was almost crushed and he gave Lucy (and the others) the will to get up and keep fighting against Hades. I could go on but it’s a long list.

And it’s not just Natsu, Lucy has also protected Natsu many times and has not left his side and believed in him over and over again. She trusts him so much and it’s clear she would do anything to protect him, even fight against her friend, Brandish.

Also so many people in the guild ship them:
Happy, Mirajane, Cana, Levy, Juvia, Lisanna, and many others.

Their relationship development is so beautiful and they have so many amazing moments together that I could talk about for hours.
If you don’t believe Natsu cares about Lucy, please remember he ripped up a tree, put it in a boat (when even the sight of transportation makes him nauseous) and sailed it right past Lucy’s house just because she couldn’t go and see it herself. And if you think Lucy doesn’t care about Natsu, please remember all those tender looks she gives him, and how much trust she has for that boy.
Natsu and Lucy love each other and no one can convince me otherwise.

Long Gone (Suga angst)

Originally posted by yoongichii

Word count: 1.3k

(Drabble request)

1. “I just don’t love you anymore.”

9. “Are you really ending it like this?”

16. “You don’t look how I expected.”

18. “Why do I always fall for men like you?”

30. “I never should have let you go.”

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Bite me. ||Vampire!Mingyu Oneshot||

bite me.

713 words.

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

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Love Takes Flight. [R/L AU]


The airport looked more like a shopping mall than anything Lucas had expected. It was 3 days before Christmas and the deeper he walked, the busier it seemed. The tiles under his feet gleamed white and everywhere he looked he saw people milling around. There were plasma screens of arrival and departure times on the walls. People were lined up at the check in desk with suitcases and baggage while soft Christmas music played in the background. 

In the arrivals lounge there was a curious mixture of bored and excited people. Some looked like they were waiting for a bus, others like they were children waiting for Santa himself. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced on their toes. 

There were two glass elevators leading to an upper floor which had the appearance of a food mall. And in the middle of several large open areas were blue fabric covered seats. The air was cool and only the faint aroma coming down from the food area gave it any scent. Some stairs lead up to a viewing deck where eager children watched the airplanes take off and land.

Lucas hurried along the long corridor, looking back every five seconds to make sure his best friend Zay was keeping up with him. The airport halls seemed never ending, he couldn’t help but wonder when they’d arrive at their gate.

“Put some pep in your step, Babineaux.” Lucas calls out, glancing behind him.

“It’s 6 in the morning. You know my brain doesn’t wake up until noon.” Zay groans, dragging his suitcase along.

“We wouldn’t have to rush if you woke up on time.” Lucas reminds him, scanning the numbers on the walls to see if they were getting closer.

“So what you’re saying is, this is my fault?” Zay asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” Lucas replies without hesitation. He comes to an abrupt halt causing Zay to walk into him. “This is it.”

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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 13)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2192

Warnings: Swearing, Mitch being a dork, Auston being ridiculously sweet

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12]


Mitch teases Auston mercilessly about the bruise on his neck, of course. He rips off the ridiculous-looking scarf Auston ties around his neck in the midst of the late summer heat, knowing exactly what he’s trying to cover up.

Auston’s cheeks flush red, and he chases Mitch around the field to the whooping and hollering of their teammates.

The incident doesn’t lessen his affection towards you, however. Every chance he has, he kisses you. Your days become a collection of hiding around corners, sneaking behind closed doors; grasping at every opportunity to share a private, intimate moment with each other, even if it’s the briefest of moments.

One day, he has you pushed up against the wall in the maintenance closet in the arena. He had grabbed your hand as you were walking out the front door and pulled you into the closet, his lips immediately covering yours.

“Why are you doing this?” You giggle against his lips.

He kisses you sweetly, peppering your face and neck with quick little butterfly kisses that make your cheeks heat up.

“Because,” he whispers, catching the corner of your mouth with his lips. “You’re just too gorgeous not to kiss every moment of the day.”

“Ah, I see how it is. You only like me for my hot body.”

“Mhmm,” he hums against your neck. His hands slide down and squeeze your waist, sending a flash of heat through you. “That, and your beautiful mind.” He pulls his face away, looking you straight in the eye. “And your sense of humour, and your passion for hockey, and determination, and crazy worth ethic, among many other things. I admire you so much, Y/N,” he says sincerely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Auston, stop.” You’re blushing furiously.

“Why? You’re an incredible human and I want you to know that.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you say, your voice thick.

He smiles down at you and wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close. You nuzzle your head into his body, your ear against his chest. His heartbeat quickens slightly. Being here, in his arms, feeling so safe and warm, seems almost surreal. “You’re a pretty incredible human as well,” you say softly.

He kisses the top of your head and murmurs something into your hair that you can’t quite hear.

That Friday, you’re sitting in a daze at a table in the mess hall, Steph across from you. She’s talking, but it’s like you’re underwater and her words are all muffled. A wide grin is stretched across your face - Nancy has just cleared you to go back on the ice tomorrow.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Steph shouts, snapping her fingers. “Hello, anyone home?” She reaches across and pretends to knock on your forehead.

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” you apologize, blinking her back into focus.

“No kidding. I was trying to tell you that I’m going to ask Mitch out today!”

This is news. For the last two weeks, both Steph and Mitch have been flirting relentlessly (to the point where you felt nauseous watching), yet neither of them had been bold enough to make the first move.

“That’s awesome news!” you exclaim. “What’s the plan?”

“Well, when he gets here, I’m going to…” As she delves into a step by step procedure, your mind drifts, as always, to Auston. You’re not sure exactly where you stand with him. Neither of you have made clear what your relationship entails, or what it means, for that matter. There is no label to it, and while that makes some people feel liberated, you feel anxious that whatever you have with him right won’t last for long. You’re not sure how it happened, but you have grown to care immensely about Auston. The concept of not having him in your life kind of scares you.

“Here he comes!”

You look across the mess hall to see Mitch walk through the main doors, with Auston following close behind. They quickly disappear into the serving area to grab food. When they emerge, plates piled high with food (Auston’s fairly healthy, Mitch’s filled with junk and an entire ketchup bottle), Steph waves them over. When Auston sees you sitting opposite to her, his whole expression changes. A smile takes over his face, and he walks briskly towards you.

“Hey there beautiful,” he says, placing his tray down on the table and kissing your cheek.

“Hey there yourself,” you respond quietly as he sits down, slightly confused. Normally he didn’t display any sort of affection towards you in public.

He notices your reserved attitude. “What’s up?”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you whisper back to him and jerk your head towards Steph and Mitch.

“Mitch, could you pass the ketchup please?”

“Sure,” Mitch says through a mouthful of fries, passing the bottle to Steph.

She reaches over and steals his plate, beginning to squeeze the ketchup on top of the fries in a looping motion, forming letters.

“Hey! I was eating those,” Mitch yelps, trying to steal the plate back, but Steph gives him a death glare.

“Wait two seconds, would you?”

When she’s done, she flips the plate around to face Mitch. It reads, in messy handwriting: ‘Go out w me.’ Mitch’s face instantly turns pink.

“So?” Steph asks, her voice cool, but you know she’s anything but on the inside right now.

“That is the best promposal I’ve ever seen,” Mitch jokes, and Steph swats him on the shoulder. “Kidding, I’m kidding. Yes, of course I’ll go out with you.”

“Good.” Steph sounds relieved.

“It was about time, y’know. Camp is already two thirds of the way over, and I was getting a little antsy. I mean, Auston and Y/N are practically married and have two kids and a dog-”

Auston turns to look at you and raises his eyebrows. You shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes.

“You could have just asked me out then, you giant turd,” Steph points out.

You have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

“But girls are scary,” Mitch whines.

Him and Steph continue to banter back and forth so loudly it catches the attention of the boys sitting to the table on the right.

“Hey, what’s going on between those two?” William Nylander leans over and asks you.

“What’s going on is that you three owe me thirty bucks.”

“She didn’t.”

You nod. Will curses and turns to Connor and Kasperi. “Get your wallets out boys, Stephanie just asked out our boy Mitchell.”

Connor and Kasperi both groan.

“How much was it? Ten?” Kasperi asks, patting his pockets. “I don’t have my wallet on me though.”

“Yeah, ten dollars. And that’s fine, just make sure I get my money by practice tomorrow!”

“Deal,” Kasperi says, and the rest of the guys nod in agreement.

“Practice tomorrow?” Auston whispers in your ear.

You twist around to face him, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah. Nancy finally cleared me today!”

Auston’s entire face lights up. “That’s amazing news!” He gives you a giant hug, crushing your head into his chest. When he lets go, you can hardly breathe. “You must be so excited.”

You cough. “On second thought, I might not be cleared for tomorrow. I think you just gave me a concussion.”

“Oh, hush. I’m so happy for you.”

“Happy for me, or happy that I’m back so you can hit me with the puck again?”

“Y/N, I promise I will try not to bruise you anymore.” He leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “but I can’t promise about other types of bruises.”

The look he gives you makes you go hot from head to toe. “Shut-up Matthews,” you say, shoving him playfully away from you.

It’s later on that day. Steph and Mitch have taken off in his car to go for dinner and ice cream, and so you’ve been left alone in your room. To pass the time, you’ve been re-watching old tapes of your games that your dad had filmed on his little camcorder, analyzing what you could improve in your gameplay. Since you’ve missed nearly two week’s worth of ice time, you need to be mentally sharp for tomorrow morning.

You stretch and yawn as you check the time on your phone. 8:04pm. Still too early to go to bed, but you’ve just finished your last tape and you have nothing else to do. Maybe you’ll go for a walk or something.

You’re rummaging around in your suitcase for a pair of headphones to take with you when your phone chimes. You give up the search and pick up your phone. Hopefully Mitch hasn’t done something stupid and Steph needs rescuing. But when you hit the home button, a text message from Auston pops up.

Auston: Hey what r u doing rn?

You smile and quickly type out a reply.

You: About to go for a walk

You: Want to join? :)

His reply is instantaneous.

Auston: How abt u take a walk to my cabin. Mitch ditched me and I’m bored :(

You: Same here, Steph left me so I’ve been watching old games but ran out of tapes to watch. Will b there in 5 :)

Auston: Ok

Auston: Can’t wait to see u :)

A shiver of excitement runs through you as you put down your phone, and you spend the next five minutes trying to brush you hair and shakily apply some mascara. You know Auston’s already seen you after hockey, sweaty and bare-faced, but you want to look and feel confident tonight. A spritz of perfume and two outfit changes later, you’re on your way to Auston’s cabin.

You raise your hand to knock on the door but it swings open, revealing a smiling Auston.

“Eager much?” you tease. “I didn’t even have a chance to knock.”

“Oh, be quiet. I saw you checking out your reflection in the glass before you even walked up to the door.”

“Hey! I wanted to make sure I looked good; give a girl a break.”

“You always look good.”

You narrow your eyes, pretending to be mad. “Stop trying to get in my pants, Auston Matthews. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Ooh, a challenge.” He winks at you. “Come on in.”

You step through the doorway. The cabin is practically identical to yours and Steph’s, except obviously occupied by two teenage boys. Clothes are piled in the corners, the trash can is on the verge of overflowing, and miscellaneous items are shoved underneath the beds in a hasty effort to make the room appear neater. A vaguely tropical scent crosses your nose and you inhale, trying to place the smell.

“Is that air freshener?”

“Hey, Mitch stinks.”

“You cleaned up for me, didn’t you?” You walk up to Auston and peck him on the lips. “You’re so cute - you didn’t have to do that.”

He blushes. “I didn’t want you to think that I live in squalor - which I do, but you’ve got to keep up appearances, you know.”

“Auston, I have two brothers. Trust me, I know the truth.”

“And here I was, thinking I would impress you.”

“You thought wrong.”

“Well, this night has already gone to shit and you haven’t even been here for five minutes. I give up,” he complains, dramatically splaying out on his bed. “You can just leave now. I’m going to cry myself to sleep.”

“K, bye,” you say, turning on your heel and pretending to leave.

When your hand reaches the doorknob, he calls out: “Wait! I was joking. Please don’t leave.”

“I know, you idiot,” you say, laughing, as you walk back over to him.

“Then why were you about to leave?” he asks, giving you a sad look that melts your heart. “Come here.” He pulls you down to the bed, so that you’re laying on top of his chest.

You stay there for a while, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he plays with your hair.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asks softly.

“How? There’s no wifi.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot,” he says dumbly. “We can just cuddle then.” He lowers his hands from your hair and wraps you up in a hug. “Only if you want, of course.”

“Of course I want to.”

“Okay, good,” he says, and then suddenly rolls over, making you squeal as he brings you with him. Now you’re both on your sides, faces inches apart. His brown eyes are lighter up close. 

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Either is fine with me,” you say, tapping his nose affectionately.

He smiles, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips. “Okay, I’m big spoon then. I want to hold you.”

You turn over onto your other side, and Auston’s arms wrap around your waist. He tugs you close, so that his hips are pressed into your butt, and his chest is flush with your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs into your hair. He’s so much taller than you that he can rest his chin on the top of your head.

“More than okay,” you reply, snuggling in closer. You feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

[Part 14]

Status Infirmos - Pt. 5, Culpa

Status Infirmos - The reader is from our world, and reacts to status ailments more severely and longer than any Eos native. Begin from Pt. 1, Viridis

<- Pt 4 Mortem

“Enemies above us!” Prompto calls out as the ship steers overhead to hang low above your group. You bring up your sword ready for whatever comes out of the opening hull.

It’s thrown out expertly, and before any of you have the chance to shout ‘grenade’ it explodes in a cloud of thick black smog.

“What the hell,” you choke out, never having seen anything like this in the game. It lines your throat and makes you cough more and more, and through the hanging smoke you can hear the others coughing and spluttering too. “What is this stuff?”

Nobody answers and their coughing stops all at once. Your own throat feels lined with the stuff, it scratches and creates an uncomfortable layer, along with a foul taste in your mouth.

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Your Savior - 30

Holy Chapter fucking 30!!! When the shit did this happen??? Thank you again to all of my amazing readers, old and new! I wanted to post this before my next few days at work. More to come soon!


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

Your Savior Masterlist

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Brianna stayed the night with you that night, mostly due to Dr. Carson’s orders, but also to drill you for information.

“What happened out there Y/N? Brian wouldn’t tell me much other than that it was an ambush.”

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anonymous asked:

Have you read killing stalking yet? If so, what's your opinion?

I….panic. got sick? nauseous. I read up till 13 because…morbid curiosity and it..made me feel unwell? I dunno. I don’t keep up with it and i try to avoid it–sorry. I’d appreciate it a lot if you don’t talk about it to me because it makes me feel really not ok

instead–if you wanna read/talk about something with a gay couple that are healthy you can try:

I’m 100% open to talk about those….just not….KS…….sorry

anonymous asked:

Tbh I used to have hope Kagami would make mikayuu canon when I first entered the fandom but after about a year, I realized there was no way it'd happen and we'd only get an open ending. Now? I'm convinced he's going to make Yuu and Shinoa canon and in the worst way possible by fucking up Shinoa's character with the sex for power thing and making Yuu have feelings for her out of nowhere. I wish I didn't care so much, but it makes me feel really nauseous when I think about it...

(same person) I know not being canon isn’t the end of the world, but it still hurts. Sorry for dumping this on you, you don’t have to answer. Hope you have a good day and I really like your posts 

I didn’t expect my response to get this long but

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“You’re still the prettiest girl I know”-SR

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Imagine: It isn’t ofter you get ill, it’s kinda not in the job desciption of being Avenger, no time and all. But when you do, it hits hard. Good thing the Captain is there to look after you.

A/N: Sorry guys, I know it’s late and I already let down my goal. But last week I was ill and that’s how I got this idea from

Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 626

Warnings: noneeeeeee

“Hmmmmm” Emits from your mouth as you bury yourself back into your deep dark pit that most called your bed. You were awoken with a scratchy throat, raw nose and a head that felt like it was going to spin off your shoulders. Great.

“JARVIS, tell the team that I can’t make it out on today’s mission” You croaked out, causing you into a spluttering fit of coughs.

“Should I alert Captain Rogers of your health?” Jarvis called out, you swore you almost heard the teasing in his voice.

“God no” Even if you wouldn’t admit you sudden liking to that man, it seemed that everyone else in the tower had, including JARVIS. However, you couldn’t think of anything worse than your captain, that perfect, beautiful man to see you like, well like this. 

To calm down your raging throat, you -very bravely- made your way into the kitchen to make yourself some hot chocolate. Praying that all the team were out on that mission.

But just to your damn luck, you were met with Steve himself sitting at the counter reading his newspaper accompanied by some coffee. Panic struck you, so quickly and quietly you tried your best to back away. Unfortunately, the blanket that you were engulfed in got tangled beneath your feet, causing you to dramatically fall to the fall with a screech escaping your lips. Obviously sending you into, yet again, a fit of cougher.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Steve’s voice rang out, as he rushed to help you up and place you upon the seat he was once at. Calming yourself down and burying your face into the blanket, you answered

“Yeah yeah, just a little sick”

“Man you sound terrible” He admitted

“Jeez thanks Cap” You tried to joke, but the dizziness of your head was now causing you to feel slightly nauseous.

“Oh man, I didn’t mean it like that, I am sorry” Steve was quick to apologies 

“No don’t worry, I can’t even begin to imagine how bad I look right now” You admitted, trying to make him feel less bad. “Anyway, why aren’t you out on a mission?” 

“Oh well, when you pulled out I knew there was something wrong, so I wanted to stay behind and make sure you are alright” He confessed, cheeks darkening

“Thanks Cap, not alright but there’s nothing you can do about it” You explained, whilst letting out a small groan at the pain of your headache.

“Well I wouldn’t say nothing, you go back to bed and I’ll sort something out for you” He ushered you back to your room then scuttled off down the hall.

Crawling back into your pit, you got yourself cozy and already began to doze off back to sleep.

“Y/N” Steve’s melodic voice murmured in your ear to wake you.

“Hmmm?” You hummed back, not ready to open your eyes.

“I got you some medicine to take, a hot drink and a hot water bottle” He was quick to put the hot drink down hand you the water bottle and spoon out the medicine for you to take.

“Thanks Steve” You muttered, the medicine already making you tired

“No problem, can’t let my best girl down” He replied, leaning down to place a comforting kiss on your forehead.

“Will you stay?” You rather bravely asked, just wanting to fall into the best sleep ever.

“Of course Y/N” Steve climbed into your bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulled your head close to his chest so you could listen to his heart beat.

“Oh Y/N?” 


“You are still the prettiest girl I know” He confessed. With that a deep blush fell upon your cheeks before falling into the best sleep you ever had.

tomato-sickfics  asked:

Liam has a bit of an upset stomach while him and Vera are driving somewhere that will take a few hours to reach, and he's the one driving. Once Vera notices the signs of his nausea, she insists that she take over driving, and lets Liam try to relax, but he's too nauseous. Liam feels so ill that he can't even recline back, and is sitting straight up, hunched over a plastic bag waiting for the inevitable. unfortunately Vera can only offer verbal comfort.

Liam’s leg bounced anxiously. His hand was on the steering wheel but the other was on his belly, discretely massaging. It had been upset since he woke up that morning. Vera slept soundly in the passenger seat. They were driving to visit Vera’s sister and new baby. They lived six hours away and they were only an hour in.
Already Liam wasn’t sure if he could do this.

He released a slow breath, trying to keep in control. His stomach felt like it was contracting over and over, flipping around the breakfast he’d forced down.

He let a burp escape his lips and a slight groan with it.

He didn’t want to wake Vera, but that problem solved itself. He swerved dangerously to miss a car, he’d been distracted by his stomach.

Vera sat up and took a second to realize what was happening. She looked over at Liam, who was now breathing slowly through his mouth. He looked sick.

“Liam? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She asked, and he swallowed.

He shook his head.

“Okay, okay. Pull over, baby. Let me drive, okay?”

He nodded, unable to muster the ability to argue.

He pulled over on the shoulder, his lower lip trembling.

“Liam, come on, why don’t you try to get it up while we’re stopped? Maybe you’ll feel better?” Vera suggested, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Liam shook his head, his lips in a thin line. He didn’t want to.

“Liam, come on… why don’t you try?” She asked.

He simply shook his head again. He swallowed hard.

“’M fine. I just wanna sleep… okay? I think I’ll feel better if I lay down,” he said.

Vera was unconvinced, but sighed.

She got out of the car and walked around to the driver’s side. Liam got out on wobbly legs, swallowing hard. He took a second to make sure he wasn’t about to immediately lose his breakfast. He walked over to the passenger side and climbed in.

He laid the seat back and laid down, covering his eyes with his arm. The other hand rested on his stomach. He felt so nauseous.

His stomach flipped under his palm, and he felt sweat bead on his back and forehead.

“Liam, there’s four and a half more hours, baby, are you sure you don’t want to-”

“Please, can we just drive? I’m sorry… I don’t mean to snap, I just think I won’t feel better until we’re there,” he said.

Vera nodded, resigning. She’d learned to pick her battles. She put the car in drive and started down the interstate.

It wasn’t long before Liam’s position made things worse. He wasn’t prone to motion sickness, at least he never had been before… but he was certain the motion was making things worse.

He sat up, feeling too nauseous to lay down.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, baby… do you think it’s something you ate?” She asked, laying a hand on his back. He curled over, his head resting on the dash.

“I dunno… I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounding choked.

He couldn’t talk. He wished she would stop talking to him.

He hated feeling this way. He didn’t want to be mean. He just felt so miserable.

Vera got the memo.

She didn’t say another word, but after hearing a quiet, wet belch come up from Liam’s belly, she reached into the back and grabbed a plastic to-go bag.

She emptied the napkins and plastic silverware on the floorboard and handed it to Liam.

He looked at her miserably, but ultimately relented and took the bag in his hands.

He clutched it under his lip, which was now shiny with spit. She watched him carefully as he leaned over, waiting.

She continued to drive. The mid-day traffic picking up.

“Oh, Vera…” he said, groaning,
“This is terrible… feels….” he burped and then held a pause. She was sure that was it and waited for the splatter, but then he continued.
“I… this is awful…” he said, as if he couldn’t decide the right words to describe it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you sure you don’t want me to pull over?”

He shook his head softly.

“Just keep going. I want us to get there in time for dinner,” he said.

Vera smiled sadly. She had been on and on about needing to be there in time for dinner. Her sister was making dinner for them and Vera had been nagging Liam about leaving on time, she wanted to make dinner.

Only now she felt bad. She couldn’t care less about dinner. She only cared about Liam feeling better. She hated to see him this way.

“Ohhh…” he moaned, and drool ran off his lip into the bag. A long strand hung from his lip and he spat.

“Oh, Liam, it’s okay sweetheart. You’re alright…” she cooed, and he responded with a wet belch.

“Feel… feels so sick,” he said, his voice soft.

“It’s okay, Liam…” she said again.

Suddenly, he belched and a tiny bit of liquid hit the bag.

“It came through my nose…” he groaned, his voice sounding pained.

“That’s alright, Liam. Let it come up, you’ll feel better,” she said, reaching over to push his hair from his face. She pulled her hand back, both hands on the wheel. She felt helpless.

He spat, and then a wet hiccup produced a larger wave. Finally.

The only problem was that once he started, he felt like he couldn’t stop. For a solid five minutes, Liam was retching up breakfast, dinner, and lunch from the day before. An entire liter of water he’d drank came up throughout.

Once the food and liquid came up, he was stuck with terrible, painful dry-heaves.

He hiccuped sharply and was sure that more vomit would follow, but it didn’t.

The bag was full now. He was embarrassed. And it smelled.

“God… I’m so…” he gagged, “I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head.

“Liam it’s okay baby… how do you feel?” She asked.

He looked pitiful. His face was pale and his cheeks painted red. His nose was red from wiping. His lips and chin wet.

“Sick. I feel so sick,” he said.

She frowned.

“Your stomach isn’t any better?”

He shrugged.

“I think I want to sleep now,” he said.

She nodded, eyeing a rest stop sign.

“Here, let me pull off here and clean you up. You can sleep the rest of the way there.”

Ten minutes later, they were ready to leave the rest stop. She had wiped his face with a rag from her suitcase.

He was weak. She was afraid he was really ill. He wasn’t running a fever, thankfully. Still, he looked terrible.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered. His voice was shot.

She smiled.

“Of course, Liam. I’m sorry you don’t feel good,” she cooed, running a hand through his hair.

“You make me feel better,” he said, his eyes already closed.

She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

She slammed his door and climbed back in the driver’s seat. By the time they pulled out of the parking lot, he was asleep.

She only hoped he’d stay that way for the rest of the ride.

anonymous asked:

i remember being 11 and watching one of onision's videos on vegetarianism and it made me so guilty about eating meat that i cried and never ate it again. even though it's been 6 years since i watched that video, i still can't eat meat because he made it seem like all meat eaters are evil and i was sure that if i ate it again then someone would just know (paranoia) and think im awful and hurt me. i have a vitamin deficiency. i shouldn't be vegetarian. but i cant smell meat without feeling sick.

Ughhh. I’m so sorry. It’s really messed up that he permanently affected the way that you regard food with his “positive”, “healthy” videos. 

If I may give you some advice, I was a vegetarian for almost a decade, from the age of 14 to about 23 (I’m 26 now). I used to have the same reaction to meat as you do: even just the smell of somebody else cooking it in another part of the house would make me feel nauseous. Eventually I had to start eating it again because, like you, I was severely vitamin deficient - my blood iron level was only 11. To put that into perspective, a healthy ferretin level for an adult woman is between 70 and 90. I was exhausted, sick, pale, and worn out all the time. And although I started eating meat again, even to this day, almost three years later, I still struggle with feeling sick when I smell meat cooking. 

However! There are some ways to get around that, I’ve noticed. 

1. Try having your mom or dad (or whoever cooks in the house) buy organic meat from a butcher for dinner one day, and see if it smells the same. I noticed once while at my mom’s house that organic meat smells very different than regular grocery store meat does - in fact, it hardly has a smell at all. I’m not sure if this was a one-off or not, so I just thought I’d recommend it to see if you could tolerate the smell of that. 

2. If you choose to start eating meat again, then start with fish. The smell of cooking fish doesn’t make me sick at all, and it doesn’t taste like meat either. 

3. When/if you want to start eating beef, chicken, or pork again, start small. Don’t try to consume a steak in one sitting. Start with a few pieces of meat on your plate once or twice a week, and then keep increasing from there until you’re happy with the amount you’re eating. 

4. If you want to remain vegetarian, then take multivitamins, or at least iron supplements (ferrous glucanate is the best one). Try to include other sources of protein and iron in your diet too, like tofu, tempeh, peanuts, tree nuts, and eggs. (Try to avoid tofu, tempeh, and other soy products if you have PCOS or other hormonal problems, such as hypothyroidism.)

Hope this helps. I’m one of those people who cannot ever be vegan or vegetarian again for health reasons (I’m not allowed to eat dairy, soy, gluten, sugar, or nuts; there are also many vegetables and fruits I’m not allowed to eat), so according to Greg’s one-size-fits-all vegan diet recommendation, I’d basically only be able to eat brown rice, berries, and about four different types of vegetables. =/

anonymous asked:

Omg i love ur stories!! If you are accepting requests can you do one where you and shawn have been best friends your whole life then suddenly you guys slept together and you both sort of regret it and are a bit awkward but then shawn confesses that he doesnt regret that night and he wants to try with you because he thinks he's falling in love w u and basically happy ending lol ❤️❤️

Sorry, it took a while for this, I had a final to study for. I didn’t quite to the whole I love you thing, just because I felt like I was forcing myself to write it, so I cut it out. I hope this okay though? :)

Again it’s long I can’t write blurbs sorry. I also didn’t edit it. I’m sorry I’m just tired. 


The both of you walked into a big banquet hall. The room was loud but not packed.

“Oh god.” You said looking around. It was filled with nothing but mature professional people. You were only a business student at school. You had received an email from your program about a mixer going on welcome to students which you wanted to attend. As you were trying to build more professional connections for after graduation. Figuring this would be a good idea you asked your friend from marketing class to join you, however, she backed out last minute. Which prompted you to ask Shawn to join you. He had no reason to join you but being your longest standing friend you knew he would help you out if he could. “This is going to be a dud.”

Shawn pulled up beside you and looked around, before looking at you. His expression said everything as he scrunched up his nose and cringed. You looked back to the crowd.

“Hey, you know what. It’s an open bar. Let’s just go with it? Maybe it won’t be so bad?” He suggested, shrugging.

Doubtfully you looked up to him, and smiled. He looked to you with a grin. “C’mon” His hand pressed into your middle back. “Let’s go to the bar.”

You drifted your away across the room with Shawn at your side in your slinky black dress. The dress code had been titled as black tie. Which was exactly was Shawn was wearing, a white dress shirt with a black tie and dress pants.  He looked very off as you were so used to seeing him in various shades of plaid, cotton shirts and other lumberjack-esc clothing. The last time you had see Shawn dressed formal was at graduation, but even you couldn’t help but notice how well he filled out his dress shirt now compared to back then.  

Ordering drinks you both cheered before weaving around the room. You were trying to find anyone who appeared to be within your age range, but couldn’t find one.

After a loop around the room, you turned around to Shawn. “I’m sorry you had to come to this. I didn’t expect it to be so lame. I though more people our age would be here.”

Shawn took a sip of his drink. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m here for you. I don’t mind one bit.”

“You know what let’s just get drunk.” You whispered leaning in closer, so no one would overhear  you.

Shawn leant back and smiled with agreement.

Both him and you began to drink hard. Rotating who would grab drinks. You were both about five drinks in when you noised a couple who looked around your age.

“Ooh. Shawn people our age.” You said taking him by the hand and dragging him along.

Being a little tipsy and forward you walked right up to the couple and introduced yourself. Immediately you began to initiate conversation with them and forcing Shawn into the conversation nonchalantly. After finding out they were also from the same University as you they invited both you and Shawn to their table after a few minutes.  

Both yourself and Shawn remained at the table for the remainder of the night, keeping close to the couple you had found. It reached about nine when both you and Shawn were drunk. It was becoming apparent you both were inebriated to those around you. The couple you were with started looking to one another uncomfortably. You leant down into Shawn’s ear.

“I think we’re getting a little too drunk?”

He looked back puzzled and scoffed. “What is too drunk?”

You laughed in the back of your throat. “Apparently us.”

Shawn and yourself sat for a while longer, but you felt the tensions around you and suggested you and Shawn leave. With typical fashion you finished your drinks and got up. You swayed a little on your feet, but didn’t believe anyone would really notice.

Both Shawn and you grabbed your coats and walked out on to the street. Your black pointed heals tapped against the sidewalk.

“What are we doing?” You giggled.

Shawn wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “No idea.”

“Yeah, I agree. Ideas are overrated.”

Suddenly you felt something that felt like drop of water on your skin. But you couldn’t be a hundred percent sure. Your motor sensors were a little distant from the alcohol.

You felt it again. “Is it raining?” You then asked.

Shawn looked up into the black night sky. “I don’t know.”

Slipping away you looked to the pavement, looking for drops. But your vision was blurred a little. Shawn bent down looking too.

“I think it is.” You answered after seeing that the amount of little dark drops on the ground was increasing.

You spun around. “I love rain.” You laughed. Shawn grabbed at your hands and stopped you pulling you in closer.

“I know because you say it every fucking time it rains.”

You pushed his hands away. “Let me live.”

He laughed and you did too as you let your head tilt back in the middle of sidewalk. People bumped into you. You felt a few drops on your cheeks and one on your lip. Slowly you lowered your head and Shawn was smiling at you watching. Returning the smile you began walking up the street, Shawn followed.

The rain began to come down a little heavier and with a crack in the sky the rain began to drop down like buckets within seconds.

“Shawn.” You screeched. He took your hand and he pulled you along, dragging you under a shop awning that was down on the next block. But it was too late you were already drenched.  

You both looked at one another and began to laugh. Shawn’s wavy brown hair was drenched flat on his forehead. You reached up and pushed it back, it stuck up strait, and you laughed at how ridiculous he looked. He shook his head and patted it back down.

“I guess we will have to wait it out?”

You looked down at yourself drenches down through your light jacket to your dress, and then up to him, giving him a ‘really’ expression.

He laughed. “My place is five blocks away, want to walk?”

You nodded and began the walk to Shawn’s apartment. The rain was still coming down hard so you and him still jogged to his place. However, that was a challenge since you were drunk and had ridiculous heals on. You were trying to hop around a puddle when Shawn walked right through it and picked you up. You began to squawk his name.

“Shawn! Shawn! Put me down.” But he threw you over his shoulder. You were impressed by his strength first and that second he was so steady with you considering how drunk he was too. Hysterically you laughed as he carried you down the street over his back.

“Shawn. Put me down.” You said seriously, feeling uneasy. “Shawn. Put me down.” He kept walking and you felt even more nauseous. “Shawn!”

He pulled you up and set you on your feet. You held onto his shoulder and moved to the side of the street.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you lent over. “I didn’t mean to make you feel sick.”

You said nothing waiting for your stomach to ease. It took a little but it happened. You stood upright with no incidences. “It’s okay.” You held up your hands. “No foul.”

Shawn took you by the shoulder as you began to walk back down the street. The rain was still pouring down, but it no longer mattered you both were drenched.

Walking a little more you finally reached Shawn’s apartment. Once inside his place you removed your shoes and jacket. When you stood up from removing your last shoe, Shawn was looking at you. You narrowed your eyes trying to focus on where he was looking. Your face twisted, confused. He seemed to be watching your chest. Looking down, your dress was sticking to your skin tightly. Crossing your arms over yourself, he looked away. His cheeks seemed a little flushed under his damp skin.

He looked away awkwardly unaware I had noticed him. “Let’s get us dry.” He slurred walking to the bathroom in his bedroom. I followed him. He pulled towels from the rack in the bathroom and handed them to me. He began to dry his hair and face, I did the same ringing my hair out. Shawn walked into the bedroom, you followed. He began to dig through his drawers, piling clothes in his arms.

“Here.” He said handing me a shirt and shorts. Turned for the bathroom you closed the door but as you did you saw Shawn pulling off his shirt. The last thing you saw before looking away was his abs contracting and relaxing as the shirt slipped over his head. He certainly wasn’t the gangly boy you grew up with anymore. Quickly drying off in the bathroom once naked, you hung your clothes to dry over then shower rod. You dressed into his clothes, and noticed they faintly smelled like him mixed with a detergent smell. You were drying your hair a little more when you heard him leave his bedroom. After a few more minutes you joined him out in the kitchen.

We both were dressed the exact time. “Nice, outfit.” You teased.

Shawn grinned, and he leaned on the counter. “Want more to drink?” He asked.

I narrowed my eyes grinning. “Is that even a question?”

Shawn pulled out some hard liquor and mix and poured you both a drink. You tapped your glasses together in a cheers.

“Ugh I love the rain.” You said seeing out to the balcony.

“I know!” Shawn yelled back.

You rolled your eyes back and walked to the windows. Drunk you spun around. “I could just dance I love it so much.”

Shawn pushed himself away from the counter in the kitchen. “Then you should.”

You stopped spinning. “What do you mean?”

Shawn pulled out his phone and scrolled for a moment before placing his phone onto a dock. Music began to play, it was something bouncy and current. He began to bob his head as he turned up the song. You only stood looking at him, confused and unwilling to dance.

Shawn began to step away from the dock station and began to move this shoulders. You watched amused. He loosen up more and began to ridiculously dance. It looked ridiculous and you began to laugh.

Shawn yelled your name. “If you don’t start dancing right now.”

Taking a gulp from your drink you began to dance. It took awhile but almost near the end of the song both you and Shawn were fully dancing, laughing and giggling as you bumped into one another around the room.

You were going around in the kitchen when the song changed.

There was twine sound from the dock and second later the lyrics began and you put together it was ‘Surfin’ U.S.A’ by The Beach Boys.

“Nooo.” You yelled. Shawn laughed and began bouncing to the music, singing along. You crossed the floor bouncing and dancing to the beat, singing much too loud. When in the living room you and Shawn grabbed on another hands and danced for a verse like they did back from the decade the song was from. Shawn spun you out and you danced over to the couch and flew your hair around singing along. Soon the song rang out and you dropped to the couch. A slow mellow song began to play.

“Next!” You yelled getting up to change it. As you walked Shawn caught your hand.

“No, let’s dance to it.” He pulled you a little to him. Lowering you chin you grinned and let him pull you in. He brought you close to his body and you brought up one of your hands and taking the other lower at your side. He began to guide you as the song forced you to sway back and forth. You recognized the song after a verse it was ‘Stand by Me’.

“Great selection of music.” You teased.

“Shut up.” He spoke gently into your ear. The both of you swayed in the living room, only filled by music. You swayed back and forth for a long time. Suddenly Shawn dropped both your hands and let go of yours. You looked to the hands that were disconnected and looked up to him.”

“What’s wron…?” You began to say but then Shawn’s hand was on your cheek. You both looked into one another eyes, his were calm and yours wide and unsure. Suddenly his lips were on yours. At first touch you went ridged, but as you felt the gentleness of his on yours, your body relaxed and your eyes closed completely. His lips parted on yours and then he pulled back. He let you lean back and you looked up confused.

His eyes looked down searching for something. You looked back, unsure of what to do. You had no idea what was happening. Distantly you could hear your sober mind speaking in the back of your brain, yelling at you over what happened. Yelling what to do. But the delirious mind was only thinking about how good it had felt. Without any warning your hand reached up behind Shawn’s head reaching into his damp hair and pulled him down, for you to kiss him.

He breathed in as you kissed him and his hand slipped around your back bringing you closer. You brought your other hand up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing you harder his other hand reached your hips. For a moment he broke away, but to only pull you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he began to walk you to his bedroom. He kissed him again, as he held you up.

Once inside the bedroom he placed you back on your feet. Towering over you he stopped to look at you.

“What are we doing?” He asked.

You looked down at the ground thinking and inhaled before looking back up to him. “I don’t know. But I think I want to find out.”

He grinned before leaning down to kiss you again, before his hands reached and removed your clothes from your body.

“How was the mixer last night?” My good friend of a few years asked me as she sat down at my table in the library.

I cringed, she noticed.

“Oh this is story. Tell me!” She said wide eyes and at my attention.

I inhaled deeply looking around. Opening and closing my mouth a few times I lost my words. I eventually just shook my head and looked to her.

She sat looking at me blankly. “Ah, yes. Thank you I really feel as if I was there with that description.”

I rolled my eyes, and breathless laughed at her dry humour.

She leant forward on the table. “Spit it out.”

I looked around the room and then looked back to her. “I don’t even know how to say this.” Looking around once more and leant forward. “Well Shawn ended up coming with me.”

She raised her eyebrow.

“And well…” I paused. “Well. We ended up, well, having sex.” I said in a hushed tone.

Her eyes shot wide open and she covered her mouth. “No.”

I nodded my head, waiting for her to respond.

“Oh my god, what the fuck happened? How did this happened? Why? Oh my god. Wait, was it good? Wait, go back how did this happen.” She threw her hands up. “Oh my god, tell me everything?”

I told her the story.

“So you were drunk?”

I nodded as I fidgeted with my pen. “We both were.”

“How drunk?” She asked cautiously.

“Drunk. But I wasn’t drunk enough to not know what was happening.”

She nodded taking it in. “Wait, so what happened this morning?”

I looked up to her slowly and looked at her saying nothing.

A perplexed look came across her face. “Wait, did you just skip out this morning before he was awake?”

You looked up and gave a guilty look.

The next half an hour was her reprimanding me.

“I didn’t know what to do? We’ve been friends for so long I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“And you think skipping out the morning after you had sex was going to make sure you didn’t ruin it?”

I exhaled frustrated. “I know.  I know, I just panicked. I was afriad he would just tell me to forget about it. I don’t want to forget about it.”

“Listen,” She began. “You have to go back today, tonight. You have to repair this. Because I guarantee this will be the end of your friendship if you don’t go and fix things with him. Because girl you fucked up.”

Just do it. You have to.

You whispered to yourself as you stood out on the street at Shawn’s apartment the following day. Inhaling deep you reached up and pressed the buzzer for Shawn’s place. Looking around nervously you waited, until his voice cracked over the intercom.


“Hi, it’s me.” You spoke your heart fluttering.

“What do you want?” His voice was hard and cold.

You knew this wasn’t going to be good. “Uh, I was wanting to see if we could talk?”

A few moments passed and you began to think he wasn’t going to let you in. But then there was a loud buzz. You grabbed the door quickly and made your way up. When at his door your heart was pounding as you gently tapped on the door. Shawn opened up the door. His face was stone cold. He stepped aside and let you walk in. You hesitated walking in further, stopping.

After closing the door he brushed by you, his expression was hard, almost annoyed. He walked into the kitchen. Slowly you walked to the other side.

The room was silent and he looked to you. But you were unsure of what to say, so you stared back blankly.

“So what did you want?” His voice was dark, nothing like the Shawn I knew.

I stammered. “Uh, well I thought maybe we could talk about what happened?”

“What about it?”

You fell silent, unable to answer this question. He looked at you annoyed. The seconds passed by and the tension was thick. Shawn pushed back from the counter angry.

“You know that was pretty shitty. Waking up this yesterday by myself. I really didn’t think you’d do something like that?”

My mouth dropped a little trying to speak but nothing came out.

“I really didn’t think you’d do something like that to me? That really fucking hurt to be honest.” He continued on, but you cut him off.

“Wait, you don’t regret it?”

He shot me a look, insulted. “Regret it. Why would you think I regretted it? Why would you make that kind of assumption?”

I stood bewildered.

“I didn’t regret it but it’s pretty obvious that you did.” He spat out. “Since you were out of here as fast as you possibly could. Of course we know how you felt about that. I don’t understand why you would sleep with me just to ditch in the morning. That was a real blow.”

“I didn’t regret it.” I interjected.

“No? Because taking off in the morning sure says otherwise.”

I stammered. “I panicked.”

He didn’t say more as I tried to speak. “I panicked. I don’t regret it. Not one bit. But I freaked out. I woke up naked next to my best friend since childhood and all I could think about was how I didn’t regret it. But I saw you sleeping and I got scared you would. All I could picture was you waking up, because we had drank a lot. And maybe you would look at me and say that we should pretend that it never happened.” I shook my head, my voice stricken. “I know it makes no sense but I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t have you wake up and say that. Not my best friend.”

He didn’t say more. Frustrated I put my hands on my face. “I’m so sorry Shawn. I didn’t know. I was just scared.”

He stared at me, and slowly his expression softened. “So you don’t regret having sex?”

“No! Not at all.”

I watched him look down to the counter in front of him, thinking. After a bit he relaxed. “Well okay.”

“Okay?” I said confused.

“So what do we do now?’

I chuckled breathlessly and shrugged. “I don’t know this is the first time I’ve slept with my best friend?”

Shawn looked to me with a grin. “Oh really? You sure?” He teased.

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Sorry I've been quiet, I caught the bug that's going around and even with my brightness all the way down my phone screen makes me nauseous. -Bunny

Oh my. That’s not good. Go drink plenty of water and get some rest! Eat some Chicken noodle soup if you have too.

Speed Dating

A/N: This wasn’t really a request, more of a prompting for Pietro fluff from the ever lovely @julismythmusic.(If you guys aren’t following her I would definitely suggest you go do that.) Also! A massive thank you to @couldyoujustimagine for helping motivate me to write this. ily.

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 2364

Warnings: None


My sister convinced me to go to a speed dating event with her. She said I had been single for far too long and that it would be fun. Well, I’m here and let me tell you: it is not fun.

So far every guy I’ve talked with have been total misses. All of them have been way too interested in themselves, or the most intimate parts of my body, or both. No matter what their interests, they’ve all made my skin crawl. In fact I’m talking to one right now.

“So, yeah, I’m the CFO of a pretty prominent concierge medical service based in the hamptons.” The man says. I think his name is Greg. “We’re pretty successful, but we’re trying to expand our business to a more permanent base of operations.”

“Hmm, that sounds really interesting.” I muse, leaning forward on the table, resting my chin in my hand. “But you’ve just described part of the plot of the last season of “Royal Pains”.”

The man looks genuinely surprised, and I smirk at him as he tries to find his words.

“I, eh, uhmm…” He falters at every attempt to think up a comeback.

“How many times has that worked for you?” I ask, leaning back in my chair to survey him.

“More times than you’d think.” He chuckles as the bell rings, signaling a change in dates. “I’d like to get to know you better some time maybe we cou-”

“Yeah, don’t count on it, doll. Not really into people who would lie to get someone to like them.”

Greg, or at least I think his name is Greg his nametag was illegible, seems to be stunned as he makes his way to his next date. The next man who sits in front of me is instantly different from every man I’ve seen tonight. He’s got wild silver hair, but the roots are a deep chestnut colour. His eyes are bright, but his expression is bored, almost as if he hasn’t quite found the stimulation he needs yet. I know I’ve never met him before, but his features seem very familiar.

“Hello,” He says in some sort of Eastern European accent. Now he’s definitely got my attention. “My name is Pietro. What is yours?”

“(Y/N),” I reply politely. “You seem to be bored. Speed dating not quite what you expected?”

“I must confess, it is not exactly as my sister described it to be.” He chuckles, the sound is low and throaty. “The people here are quite, eh, dull.”

“Finally, I find someone with some sort of common sense.” I give Pietro a small smile. “You’re not the only one who was coerced by a sibling. My sister forced me to come with her.” I point out my sister sitting a few spaces away.

“You are much more beautiful than her.” He says after having looked at my sister for a short while. “Your features are softer, but more sharp than hers. You are more refined.”

“Oh?” I try my best to sound flirty. This Pietro guy could be interesting. “I would return the compliment, but I’m afraid I don’t know what your sister looks like.”

“I’m almost certain that you do.” He smirks at me.

“Do I?” I ask, genuinely curious. “How?”

“She is an Avenger.” He says simply. “Her name is Wanda Maximoff, but people seem to have taken a liking to calling her The Scarlet Witch.”

“If that’s true, then you’re supposed to be dead, Pietro.” Slowly realizing why he looks so familiar.

“I suppose I am. Modern medicine is miraculous, no?” He says, a smile plastered on his face.

“Well if you’re the proof then I guess I can’t argue.” He raises his eyebrows at my rather bold choice of words and I can feel my face immediately start to heat up.

“(Y/N), are you saying what I think you are saying?” He smirks at me.

“That depends on what you think I am saying.”I smile back at him.

“I think that you are saying that I am pleasing to the eye.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” I lean forward on my elbows and smile at him. He mimics me, looking into my eyes. It’s surprisingly comfortable to be around this man and I’m not entirely sure why, but I like it.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asks, his own smile growing on his face. I just wiggle my eyebrows in response.

“So,” Pietro says, changing the subject. “You clearly know what I do, what is your profession?”

“I work here, at this bar.” I answer, probably too seriously since his eyes widen in surprise. I laugh at his reaction. “I’m kidding. I’m actually a guide and part time curator at the local natural history museum.”

“Oh? That seems like it would be quite interesting.” He muses, running a hand through his soft looking hair.

“Not really. It’s a lot of disinterested middle and high school students and primary age kids on field trips. I have to recite the information while they all look everywhere but the exhibits.” I roll my eyes at the thought. “They always seem to be on their phones or something. I can’t really blame them though. Being forced into doing something can end up being boring.”

“I have a feeling that you are not talking about your job anymore.” He says, his brow furrowing.

“Ah, I suppose I’m not.” I lean back in my seat slightly. “Sorry, that got a little depressing didn’t it?”

“No, I would describe it more as honest.” The corner of his mouth quirks up in a half smile. “I like honest.”

Just then the bell chimes, signaling a date change, and Pietro and I look at each other somewhat horrified. He quickly straightens out his features and stands to move to the next table. Before he can make it too far I catch him by the hand. He looks at me, to the man waiting to sit down, then back to me, a look of puzzlement crossing his face.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” I ask, jerking my head towards the door. He grins at me, nodding vigorously.

I quickly stand up, put my jacket on and sling my purse over my shoulder. Before I can even straighten out my clothes Pietro sweeps me off my feet, holding me bridal style, and walks towards the door.

“(Y/N)?” I hear my sister say.

“Sorry, Barb, I’ve got plans.” I say quickly.

Suddenly everything around us is a blur. Looking at the blurred colors makes me feel nauseous and I burry my face in Pietro’s chest, balling up fistfuls of his shirt in my hands. As soon as it begins it seems to end and we’re standing in the middle of Central Park.

The moment he lets me stand on my own two feet my knees buckle and I start to fall. Before I can hit the grass Pietro catches me, pulling me close to his chest. I look up at him, eyes wide, not exactly knowing what to say.

“Sorry, I should have warned you.” He says quietly. “It can be a little overwhelming at first.”

“I think I would describe it more as nauseating, or barfy.” I smile at him, the corners of my eyes crinkling.

He chuckles in response and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. We walk along in the nearly dusk light on the paved path through the park. The path lights are just starting to come on, so it’s not particularly late. I had thought I had been in that bar for hours, but I guess it was more like one.

“So,” I break the growing silence. “You never said why your sister wanted you to go to a speed dating event.”

“Well, neither did you.” He looks down at me, raising his eyebrows, a small smile playing at his lips.

“I asked you first!” I smirk. “How about this; I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Alright, well, after what happened in Sokovia, after I almost eh, you know,” I nod and he keeps going. “Well before all of that, all of this,” He gestures to himself. “I was, as my sister would probably say, a much bigger flirt.”

“You?” I say sarcastically. “I never would have guessed.”

“Well it is true.” He laughs. “Anyways, after all of that happened I did not exactly return to normal. Coming to America was a little daunting and I guess after nearly dying I took time to try to actually heal properly. I stopped flirting with every woman I met, and Wanda began to worry. She insisted that I go out and do something, so she got one of the agents working at the tower to drive me to that dating event and leave me there.”

“Oh my gosh.” I snort in amusement. “I am so sorry.”

“I am not.” He says, his tone serious.

“Oh really?” I ask.

“Really.” He nods in affirmation before turning his head slightly to look at me. “It is your turn. Why did your sister force you to go speed dating?”

“Well, she’s always been the prettier of the two of us. The social butterfly.” I begin. “I was never really into dating any and everyone in school and she dated, probably, half of the football team. Anyways! The last time I had actually dated someone was much too long ago in Barbara’s opinion and she wanted an excuse to get drunk and flirt with men, so she drug me out of my apartment and forced me to go to the bar with her. It was one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever done. Until you sat down in front of me.”

“Really?” He asks, his voice quiet.

“Yeah.” I respond, my voice nearly as hushed. “We’ve known each other, what, twenty minutes at most? Something just clicked when we started talking. I’m not entirely sure what it was, but I’m really glad we met.”

“I am glad we met too.” He squeezes my hand and smiles. “You are a very honest person. Even though we met a very short time ago talking to you makes me feel surprisingly comfortable. That is why I am not upset about having been left stranded at a nondescript bar. If nothing romantic comes from this, then I hope that I can consider you a friend.”

“I would love it if you thought of me as a friend, but I do hope something romantic comes of this.”

“Oh really?” He cocks an eyebrow and smirks at me.

“Well, why not?” I shrug. “You’re an attractive man, apparently you think I am too, so what do we really have to lose?”

“I suppose you are right.” He says, leading me to a bench.

We sit down and Pietro wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I snake my arm around his middle and rest my head on his shoulder. It’s surprisingly comfortable to be held by him.

“Do you see those two stars?” He asks, pointing at a random point in the sky.

“Mmm, yeah, sure.” I answer. “What about them?”

“They are Pollux and Castor. They make up the Gemini constellation.”


“No, I have no idea where they actually are.” He chuckles. “The stars look different here in New York than they do in Sokovia.”

“Oh,” I giggle in turn. “Y’know I thought you were serious there for a moment.”

“I wish I could have been!” He reaches over and takes my free hand in his. “My sister and I are twins so we have always felt a certain connection to the constellation, though we are not actually Gemini’s. We have done everything together since we were born. There is nothing we would not do for each other.”

“You guys sound like the perfect set of siblings.” I sigh.

“Do you and your sister not get along?”

“Not exactly. We love each other, but we’ve grown apart as we’ve gotten older. She works for some big wig in a high rise, living life like everyone thinks it should be lived. She thinks I’m acting like an old woman because I have a job that I like even though it doesn’t pay a fortune.” I look down at our linked hands. “I don’t know.To be completely honest, we’re probably pretty average.”

“Ah.” He shifts to rest his head on top of mine. “I would say that is better than not having any relationship with her at all.”

“That’s how I think about it.” I pull myself closer to him, a slight chill setting in.

“Are you cold?” He asks, pulling away slightly. I nod in response. “I will be right back.”

“Wha-?” He speeds off before I can even get the question out. I shiver in the absence of his warmth.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back, sitting next to me on the bench and wrapping a blanket around the two of us. I look up at him, eyes wide in surprise and he just laughs in response.

“Where did you get this?” I ask, feeling the soft fleece of the blanket.

“The Avengers tower is not that far away.” He shrugs.

“Huh.” I say, wrapping my arm around his middle once again and bringing my feet up on the bench

He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. I pull away to look up at him, studying his features. I find him looking at me expectantly. Slowly, I push myself up and kiss him. He responds quickly, one hand making its way to my neck, lacing into the hair at the base of my skull, the other cups my cheek. My free hand joins my other on his waist. I feel him smile, and I can’t help but chuckle. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, laughing quietly.

“What is so funny, printsessa?” He asks.

“Nothing!” I answer. “It just seems like you take this whole speed dating thing very literally.”

“Well, at the time, it seemed like it would be worth the risk!”

“And was it?”



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