Summary: The boys unintentionally hurt the reader’s feelings after making some careless jokes.
Pairing(s): MET x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst but ultimately a happy ending (spoilers).
“What would grandma find disturbing, yet oddly charming?” Mark asked the three of you, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.
You scanned your cards before sliding your best into the centre along with Ethan’s and Tyler’s. Kathryn was watching from the sidelines, desperate to get some extra work done, whilst Amy was in bed ill. That just left you and the troublesome trio to record the entire live stream; not that you were complaining, they were your best friends after all.
“Okay,” Mark announced, picking up the cards in front of him. “A big, black dick. Geese. Or…” He trailed off and you suppressed a smirk as you watched his face scrunch into a grin at your card. “Mark’s unquenchable thirst for Jacksepticeye’s delicious asshole.”
The boys roared with laughter and, in turn, you laughed at their reactions. Mark had one hand clutched to his chest as he tried to control his giggles, whilst Ethan was slamming his fists on the table. Even Tyler had one of those rare, toothy smiles on his face as he chuckled alongside them.
“That’s obviously the winner.” Mark managed to get out after his laughing fit, holding up the card for someone to take it.
“Thank you, although it was Mark-luverrr-number-one-xxx that wrote that card.” You declared, plucking the black card from his fingers and adding it to your growing pile of winnings.
“Your turn to pick one, Y/N.” Tyler told you, pushing the cards across to you.
A/N: Hi!! Wow I haven’t written a Percival one for so long but I mean I only written one before so yeah haha anyways, I hope it’s alright. I got excited writing this because I love Graves and it’s just nice to write something a bit different haha😊 Enjoy!!
Request: if you’re still asking for requests, could you write a percival graves one where you get hurt and hide it from him but he finds out and gets angry but then it’s just really fluffy?? i’m a sucker for fluff and i need more graves x reader stuff. please and thank you ! 😊❤️
You entered the building, wincing slightly
at the wound at your side, ignoring the pain as you headed up to your office,
needing to do some paper work for the case you just solved involving wizards
using the dark arts. You had gotten into a fight with those dark wizards and
one of them managed to get you on your side.
Sighing, you sat down at your seat,
pressing against your injured side to see how bad it was, jerking your hand away as you felt the pain shoot through even though you weren’t pressing that hard. You took in a deep breath before sorting and filling up anything
necessary for the paper work.
When you were done, you grabbed the folder
and headed straight to your superior’s office. Knocking on the door, you waited
for him to ask you to enter before walking in.
“Good morning, Mr. Graves, I’ve finished
the paper work for the case I worked on yesterday,” you greeted, looking at the
man sitting behind a desk, signing some papers. He looked up at you passed him
You hated sand. You just couldn’t stand it. It got everywhere, it iritated your skin…it was just awful. So, obviously, when your family FINALLY could get all together, you decided a day at the beach was a good idea. Alfred made a nice pic-nic, and you all left for a secret spot you knew, where, even though it was a wonderful summer day, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone. You had a nice family lunch made of Al’s great sandwiches and salads. You bitched about sand getting in your food, and your sons and husband just kept mocking you for your grumpiness. You were the one who always smiled usually, and also, you suggested you should go to the beach so…But still, fuck sand.
At the present moment, your boys, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, were trying to drown their father. How cute. Of course, they were not really trying to drown him, they were just having fun…you hoped. You had to give Bruce credits though, he was alone againts four teenage boys very much in shape, and still managed to keep his head out of the water. It was nice to see all of them relaxed, laughing, splashing each others and not actually trying to kill each other or brooding.
The boys finally came up with a strategy the four of them together to be able to duck their father’s head in the water. Dick held onto one of Bruce’s leg, while Jason was holding the other. Tim used Damian as a battering ram, and threw him as hard as he could in his father’s chest.
That can’t be too hard to figure out from my tumblr ;)
Riju is best smol~
Also, to -everyone- out there. I just wanted to sincerely thank all of ya’ll for a moment. Ever since college when my old high school gang got flung in many directions and the online art community I loved shut down I’ve been kinda flying blind. Drawing’s something I’ve always loved doing but like a lot of folks I’ve never really gotten that much encouragement growing up and the ensuing decade of basically no feedback had kinda killed what artistic-self-esteem I had.
Now, well, I wouldn’t say I’m a ball of confidence, but at least some people do like my art, and at least some people do like my stupid jokes! And now it feels like my biggest hurdle is finding those kinds of people. But just knowing that it’s possible is such a relief I can’t even explain! The problem is that I’m bad at marketing myself and finding an audience and not that I am inherently flawed in some terrible way! I know it seems silly but the thought had been eating away at me for a good while.
Anyway, yeah, not a particularly unique story or interesting or anything and sorry for getting sappy but really, thank you. You all rock!
(Also thanks Nintendo for releasing something that actually made me want to make art for it while its fandom was big and thriving~ that was a key part too. Old SEGA Genesis game fandoms just haven’t stayed strong after 20+ years somehow lol)
(HAWK, THIS ISN’T DIRECTED AT YOU) “Being trans is super cool”? Are you fucking kidding me? Being transgender is not cool, dude. I have to deal with constant discrimination, mental health issues mostly caused by dysphoria, misgenering by people who know that I am not my birth gender, and so much more. It’s because of people like you that the trans community is so disrespected and considered a joke.
I think they said it to test how”transphobic” I am, I just dogded that part of their ask, it’s really easy to see through them. So yeah, I’m so sorry sjws give people who face real discrimination a bad name, but hey, anything to fit their narrative am I right.
au where isak is on a date and its really boring and he tries with bad jokes but the laughter comes from the table next to them and when isak turns to him he sees the most beautiful boy he has ever seen and said boy is looking at him then holds up his hands like “sorry, i just. i overheard and that was, yeah, really funny” and isaks date might leave alone but isak doesnt
* Jeff wasn’t shown with any siblings in the series but in this imagine, he has a little sister *
Warning: sarcastic banter
It was 11pm as you approached your local shop. The words ‘Open Late’ lit luminous in florescent yellow and orange, flickering and buzzing in the near distance.
You walked in and out of the rain. Your socks damp and hair soaking wet. But you desperately needed pain killers. DESPERATELY.
“Come. On.” the red headed man-child behind the counter tutted his eyes still glued to his smart phone as you passed by him “You’ve had your period since you we’re 12 years old, and your telling me you still can’t handle the cramps?”
“No uterus. No opinion”
You paced over and grabbed a pack of the pain killer you needed along with something to swallow it down.
Clerk watched as you threw some loose change on the counter then popped the pill and chugged down with a can of lemonade.
“..Maybe you can help out the guy in isle 3” Clerk told but asked at the same time “ He’s been standing there for the past 20 minutes”
”..Um-okay” you murmur, your lips still on the rim on the can. The shop was eerie and chilly and refrigerator bright and quiet, not too quiet, the sound of the radio and the rain and the tire screeches from whatever game Clerk was playing was noticeable, every so often.
It was sketchy but familiar.
Your eyes landed on Jeff and he was holding a box of tampons in one hand and sanitary towels in the other. His face like an expression a calculator would make if they had human faces.
“Heavy flow Jeff?” You asked, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
Jeff’s head snapped towards you “No no no- it’s for my baby sister” he tells you “What are you doing here?”
“Oh I just come here when I’m bored” you say, balancing on your heels “Actually Clerk and I are good friends”
“I don’t know her(!)” Clerk’s voice hummed from the front of the shop.
“It’s my local. I come here all the time” you assure Jeff
"You only come here when you need drugs(!)” Clerk says again
“Anyway. Need my help?”
"Yeah. s-sure” Jeff shrugs, nodding a little “So what do you use?”
Your eyebrows knit together “Did you really want me to answer that?”
"Actually yeah, never mind” he agrees
You snigger a little which makes Jeff blush in embarrassment.
"Well considering it’s her first time” you take the tampons out of his hand “I don’t really think she’s up for sticking a tampon up her va-”
You stop. Jeff’s giving you that on edge ‘please-don’t-talk-about-my-sister-sticking-something-up-her-vagina’ look.
You sigh “I’m just saying” then you take another sip of your drink, and point to some sanitary towels on the shelf with your little finger “Get these”
“You sure?” Jeff asks, reaching down to get them.
"Yeah. I think I saw these on Tv.”
Jeff had stood back up and you pointed out something on the packet. His tall figure lingering just over yours. All muscle really.
You liked Jeff a lot.
“Apparently their completely leak proof”
And yet you still said something stupid.
“Jesus Y/n” he chuckled “Why’d you have to make this experience so awkward?”
"Sorry” you say walking next to him “I actually feel bad that your first time had to be with me” you chuckle
He places the things on the counter and raids his jacket pocket for money “It’s fine. It’s just, you shouldn’t talk so much- it kinda kills the mood” Jeff jokes
You grin “I was just trying to make you feel comfortable”
He pulls out a note and hands it to Clerk.
"Well I wasn’t”
You fold your arms “Maybe next time you should get someone with a little more experience to do it”
"Yeah, your right” Jeff says, smiling down at you “But who?”
“I don’t know. Your mum?”
Jeff chokes a little and you laugh.
“..What the fuck did you two do back there?” Clerk asks
Bucky spent the next few days in complete silence. Every time
he opened the wardrobe he expected to see you.
You used to hide in there and jump out at Bucky to scare
him. Now that you were gone, he missed the excitement.
Bucky kept his promise and cleaned the apartment. He even decided
to take care of himself. He sat down at the kitchen table and ate with gusto.
It was the first home cooked meal he had eaten in a while.
On Saturday, he agreed to go out with Steve.
“What the hell happened to your face?” Steve smirked as
Bucky approached the bar.
“I cut my hair, Steve. No big deal.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
Steve took Bucky into a hug and patted his back.
“Are you serious.”
You blinked slowly, eyes looking up at the fluorescent lights. You had once again been thrown to the ground by your Commander, Reyes. A tan hand came into your vision and you gladly grabbed it, hoisting yourself up.
“Come on, Y/N. Look where I’m trying to attack. From what I’ve taught you you’ll then be able to defend.”
You readied your stance, one foot slightly forward, knees bent, arms in position.
“If I swing.. here-”
Your left arm moved to block the hit, a satisfying thud echoed.
“And if I swing here..”
Immediately you span your body round, dodging the next blow.
“Good.” Gabriel turned his side to you and stepped forwards, circling.
You followed him, stance still in it’s prime position and waiting for the next strike.
He span, body lowering and foot extended-
Those bloody fluorescent lights and the hard wooden floor and you were just sick of it.
“I’m done.” You stated, exasperated.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done, cariño.” He smirked.
You refused to move. Still lying on the ground, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes. A gentle nudge in your ribs made you turn on your side, curling up into yourself. Gabriel let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. Fine. We’re done.”
After your training session you had headed back to your room for a well needed shower. Not even through the door and you stripped off your fitted black Overwatch training vest, throwing it onto the floor. One by one you removed your trainers, socks, leggings and then sports bra before hopping into the shower and turning it up to a high heat. Steam and water poured over you, fingers running through your hair and just savouring the moment. You massaged shampoo into your locks, rinsing off dirt and grime of a hard days training. A dollop of conditioner massaged into the ends of your hair and you were ready to lather up your loofah and scrub yourself clean. A deep scrub all over your body, and you washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. Turning the shower off, you stepped out and grabbed the fluffy towels off of the radiator. One wrapped around your body and one wrapped around your hair. Trudging through to your bedroom, you flung yourself onto the bed and let out a sigh that you had been holding in.
After the last mission, Gabriel had decided it would be for the best for you to train in hand to hand combat, and for you to also move into the Watchpoint, as other agents had their own spaces there too. Saftey concerns were raised, and the contract for apartment was immediately cancelled, with bribing the landlord with a hefty sum of cash. Your room was slightly smaller than the apartment, however you enjoyed being closer to everyone. It felt safer. No more late nights walking down the streets of Gibralter.
You managed to squeeze out most of the excess water from your hair before chucking the towels on the floor and throwing on a pair of underwear and a loose top. Climbing under the covers, you rubbed your eyes and sumbitted to the darkness that was blissful sleep.
A rapid knocking on the door suddenly brought you out of your slumber.
More knocking. You threw the covers off of and stumbled to the door, glancing at your watch. Opening the door, you saw a panic-stricken McCree.
“What? I er- Jesse. It’s half three in the morning what do you wa-”
He barged past you, covering your mouth with his hand and slammed the door closed, then wrapping his robotic arm around your waist.
“Shh. Just.. shhh.”
If you were more awake you would have tried to break free, but only being woken not even a minute ago you succumbed to Jesse’s hold.
Heavy footsteps bounded down the hallway.
“Where the fuck did he go? He came down here.”
“Jesus, I mean, he could be anywhere.”
“Still on the Watchpoint though.”
A grunt from the second person and the footsteps led away from your room. You nudged Jesse in the ribs and he let go of you, taking a step back. You span around with an accusing finger pointing at him.
“Jesse bloody McCree you better explain to me right now-”
“Hey, (Y/N), don’t make me gag ya’ again.”
You stopped talking, standing still and blushing oh so slightly.
“Heh, yep. That’s what I thought.”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing down slightly and smirked. Realisation hit and you crossed your arms over your thin shirt.
“It’s cold.” You snapped.
“Of course it is.” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, chuckling. “Look, I don’t got a lotta time, but thanks for lettin’ me hide ‘n here, sweetpea.”
Your brows furrowed, cheeks warming at the nickname.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“Na, darlin’. Let’s just say some'o the other guys in Blackwatch ain’t too happy with me.”
“Oh. Is there anything I can do..?” You suggested meekly.
Jesse raised his eyebrow again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No. Jesse, no.” You pursed your lips. “That isn’t what I meant at all. I meant help with-”
“With what, doll?
“Nevermind. You obviously only seem to have one thing on your mind at the moment.”
Jesse smirked at your comment. “Well, sugar, when all you’re wearin’ is panties and a t-shirt, y'all ain’t leavin’ much to the imagination.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, cheeks blushing a deep red. You took in a deep breath.
“Jesse. Please. It’s too early. Go back to your room.”
Jesse chuckled, put two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute and headed towards the door.
He opened the door and checked both ways down the hallway before turning his head to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Y'know, doll, I may have some competition.” He grabbed the handle and closed the door, leaving you in the middle of your room, barely dressed and barely able to comprehend what he just said.
“Sleep. That’s all I need.” You furrowed your brow and rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, taking small steps towards your bed.
Your arms are crossed and your left hip jutted out, your stance screaming attitide.
Gabriel chuckled. “What? Do you not like him?”
“I- no. It’s not that.”
Gabriel cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Oh, gatita, did he get to you?“
“He barged into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and practically straight up said he wanted to- you know..”
“Ahah. Sí. I know.”
“So.. Why me?”
“I thought you could put up with his charms.”
“Then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
You huffed. You clearly weren’t going to get your way, and Gabriel had assigned you to a mission with Jesse McCree.
Along with advanced combat and weapon training, you had also been teaching a new girl about your ‘old’ job. As Gabriel had unofficially recruited you into Blackwatch, with the permission of Morrison, you had reluctantly decided that it would be best to pass on your role to someone who could tackle it full time. It was difficult, as you loved your job, but you couldn’t pass the opportunity to progress even higher into Overwatch. You had to teach the newbie all that you could before you were sent out on your mission with McCree.
“You need to negotiate settlement terms, such as an ongoing discount with them or a discount if we pay early. Be creative; try and get some free shurikens thrown in if you can.”
The girl nodded, furiously taking notes on her holopad. It wasn’t often you had to deal with a new supplier, as in this business trade was loyal. However, one company may go down every now and then and you need to do research on finding a suitable replacement.
You looked over the girls notes, deeming them acceptable enough to make enough sense should she need to refer back.
“You’ve done well today. Go home, get some rest as we get onto actual buying tomorrow.”
She nodded, thanking you and packing up her belongings. You waited for her to leave the office before powering down the holopads and stretching. It’s been a long day.
Quickly tidying the desk to make it look presentable, you decided to head out towards the break room to grab a bottle of water. Pushing the door open, you looked around. You were slightly surprised that no one was in here, even considering how late it was. Usually people were milling around for late night snacks or socialising. One foot in the door and something cold touched the back of your neck. You instinctively raised both your hands, heart pounding.
“Reach for the sky.”
You immediately dropped your hands.
“For fuck sake, McCree. Can you not?”
You carried on walking over to the vending machine to grab a bottle.
“I have enough on my fucking plate as it is, I don’t need to be threat-”
“(Y/N). Stop. Was just a joke.”
“Yeah, well, it was one of your funnier ones.”
“Darlin’, that was cold.”
You turned around to face him, water bottle in hand. He was standing there with his stupid cowboy hat in his hands, eyes wide. You actually felt a bit of remorse.
“No, doll, it was my bad. I know you been jugglin’ things and I shouldn’t'a done that. I guess I’ll jus’.. Walk away..” Smiling slightly. Don’t let his sarcasm get to you.
You pointedly stop and stare at him with a bored look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips turning up slightly showing his teeth.
“I can’t work with you if you’re going to act like that.”
“Like what, sweetpea?” Amusement laced his southern drawl.
“Like, this.” You gestured generally in his direction, clearly exasperated.
He was still smirking, but his eyebrow raised in slight confusion.
“You don’t like me?”
“No. Yes. I don’t-”
McCree chuckled. “Y'ain’t the first to get flustered around me, doll.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“What’s with the red cheeks then?”
You blinked and took in a deep breath. “This is supposed to be a strictly professional relationship and you go around barging into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and then getting a laugh out of making me nearly shit myself.”
“Am I not allowed to have a lil’ fun?”
People need to stop interrupting you, you thought. A small, impatient growl released from your throat and you went to storm past him. It seems he didn’t want you to, a tanned muscular arm blocking your path.
McCree let out another deep chuckle.
“Nope. Y'all ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til you tell me.”
You glanced down to your water bottle in your right hand. Thinking quick, you raised it above your head as though ready to strike him-
He was faster. Jesse caught your wrist with his robotic hand, you dropping your bottle in surprise. He then crouched slightly, catching you off guard and all of a sudden you’re over his shoulder with your bottle forgotten on the floor.
“Put me down this instant .” You wiggled your legs, simultaneously attempting to whack him on the back in the hopes that he’d put you back on solid ground. He was incredibly amused. Jesse’s toned arm was wrapped around the backs of your thighs to stop you from falling, dangerously close to your bottom. You squirmed some more; you weren’t going to make this easy for him.
He started walking out of the mess hall, whistling a tune. You huffed. All you could see was where you came from and it seemed he had no aim in sight as to where you would end up. He took a couple of turns, when he stopped suddenly.
“McCree. What are you doing?”
You recognised the voice as Gabriel’s and you perked up.
“TellhimtoputmedownPLEASE.” You exclaimed, frantically trying to release yourself from his grasp. All you heard was a small snort coming from the Blackwatch commander.
Whatever looks were exchanged between them, you didn’t know. However, you made sure to give Gabriel a good thump on the arm as McCree casually walked past him.
“You betrayed me.”
“Cariño, I would never betray you.” A hint of humour in his voice. “Trust him.” He stood in the hallway with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly looking at you. One corner of his mouth was pulled up, a half smile forming.
You let out another huff, accepting you had to go wherever McCree took you. He took you round another corner and you recognised it as the corridor where your room was.
“What’s the code to your room?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
You thought he’d put you down here so you could put it in. Nope. Jesse turned around so you were in front of your door, keypad just high enough to enter the code. Your brows cross in defeat.
He spins around again, too quickly that some of your hair gets caught in your mouth. You manage the catch the door and slam it when he crosses the threshold. Only now does he tenderly lower you down so you’re back on your feet. One look at him and you close your eyes slowly, turning to walk to your bedroom.
You turn on your heels, snapping your eyes open and looking at him expectantly.
“For what?” You asked flatly.
“Carryin’ you back to your room. You looked mighty tired back there ‘nd thought I could help.”
You brought your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. He stalks over to you, lifting his human hand to your face. Eyes widen and you flinch slightly, lowering your hand. He only brushed some of your hair that was still caught on your lips.
His hand lingered for a few seconds more than what should have been appropriate; fingers ghosting over your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered, not used to the gentle contact.
“I knew it.”
Once again your eyes shot open, looking into his.
“You can’t resist me.”
“You just touched me in a way that I haven’t been touched in a while is all.” You spat out, swatting his hand away.
“Of course, darlin’.” A grin spreading across his face.
“Always am.” He tips his head and makes his way to your door. “Lookin’ forward to working together.”
He closes the door behind him and you hear a faint whistling as he strolls away. You hate to admit it, but he was right. You were shattered from doing your full time job and training in the evenings. Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you headed towards your bed to get some well needed sleep.
They ate in pleasant silence. The
only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some
of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join
them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from
the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of
the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork
down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give
Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and
Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and
content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him.
The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from
the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy
of their time?
“The dragon is starting to grow
on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at
being caught staring.
“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually
reminds me of you.”
Sherlock smirked at John’s
reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing
fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”
“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I
think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go
through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether
it’s a person or thing.”
“If we’re drawing parallels then,
just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”
John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and
they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive
with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of
food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”
Sherlock snorted and took another
helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”
It was then that John realized
that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even
when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so
accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the
rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She
had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable
laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John
stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set
her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she
stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.
“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”
“Just let me change and I’ll join
John perked up at the very real
and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked
into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with
another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend,
best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just
as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for
bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.
“So, this is where I’ll be until
further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and
lifted the covers.
“There’s always the sofa, if you
want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.
They settled in under the covers,
and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep.
It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s
small voice whisper, “John?”
“Yes?” Their voices were made
gentle and soft by fatigue.
He could see Sherlock’s form sit
and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to
After a long bout of silence, he
heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”
“I did.” John then thought back
to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass,
maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his
boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”
“Sherlock I’m sorry…”
“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice
sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a
hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they
would stay up all night if that made him feel better.
“Yeah, of course, whatever you
“…You called me great today, and
I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such,
therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”
John’s breath hitched in his
throat at that.
“From the day we met you never
once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’.
You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I
am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”
John bit his cheek to prevent any
noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.
“When I’m with you John, I think
I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I
realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”
John cupped a hand over his mouth
to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s
smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.
“So, let me say this now. John
Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever
hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”
John didn’t respond. How could
he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock
Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply
wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead
when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.
“You don’t have to say anything
right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never
telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”
They fell asleep like that,
embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John
remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.
Oh boy, this was 1k words guys! Hopefully you guys were satisfied with this chapter, it was a pleasure to write, and hopefully the next parts will be just as good!
Bruce Banner x Daughter!
Reader and Peter Parker x Reader
Summary-You and your little
brother Wyatt have been living on your own since your mother ran out on you two
years ago. You hadn’t seen your father since you were 10 and now 7 years later
he shows up on your door step asking for your help. Him and the avengers need a
place to lay low for a while. Everyone is shocked to meet you and your brother.
They never expected Bruce to have kids. Let alone enhanced ones
Message- Here’s the first chapter for Green With Envy! Sorry if it sucks!!!
Warning- Mentions of child abandonment
and a drug addicted mom.
“Shit, shit! This is bad!! We need to find a place to lay
low for a while.” Tony says while he flies the quinjet. “Does anyone other than
Clint have a secret family we can stay with for a while?” Tony jokes and
everyone but Bruce laughs. Bruce sighs.
“Yeah, move over, Tony. I have a place.” Bruce says.
“Wait! You have a secret family?” Nat shouts.
“Yep.” Bruce mumbles. All of the other Avengers stare at him
in shock and Bruce does his best to ignore it. After a couple hours of flying
Bruce starts to land the plane. They all look out the window and they see a
young woman with green hair standing in the field beside the house. “You guys
should stay here, this might get ugly.”
“She looks a little young to be your wife.” Clint says.
“What!? No! She’s my 17 year old daughter!” Then Bruce takes
a deep breath and walks out of the quinjet.
“What the fuck are you doing here!? You abandoned us 7 years
ago! You have no right coming back! Me and Wyatt have been doing just fine without
you!!” You scream.
“What do you mean you and Wyatt? Where’s your mother?” your
father asks looking concerned. He hadn’t wanted to leave but you mother had
kicked him out about a month after Wyatt was born.
“She left two years ago, the visions became too much for her
to deal with so she started to do drugs to block them out. One day I woke up
and found a note saying she couldn’t handle it anymore. She said she couldn’t
be our mom anymore. Fury has been taking care of us since. He tried to find you
but after Ultron you fell off the map. But I told him you didn’t have any interest
in us anyway.” You sneer.
“Your mother kicked me out, Y/N. I didn’t have a choice!”
You can see his skin ripple green. Good. That’s what you really wanted. You
needed to have a few words with Hulk. Then you see the Avenger come running.
They must have seen your father start to get angry. But you can’t let the interrupt
so you use your powers and surround you and your father in a green dome.
“You abandoned us!” you shriek! “I haven’t seen you since I was
10, Wyatt was what a month old when you left!”
“I wasn’t safe to be around! I could have hurt you or Wyatt!”
“I can take care of myself.” You yell back, you lift your
open hand up towards him and you shoot a bolt of energy into your Dad. Then you
close use your telekinesis to throw him against the dome wall. You are vaguely aware
of the Avengers banging against the dome. Trying to tell you to stop. “I want
to talk to him. So stop trying to keep him away!” you scream.
“He’ll hurt you!” Your dad yells back.
“No, he won’t! He’s always protected me!”
“Fine!” then your Dad starts to grow and turn green,
eventually the person standing in front of you isn’t your father, it the Hulk.
You look at his face and instead of anger you saw shame.
“You let him leave! You promised me that you wouldn’t let
him! I trusted you!” You scream as you shoot bolts at him. He just stands there
and takes it. “Everything that’s wrong with my life is your fault! You took my
dad away from me! You’re the reason I’m a freak! You’re the reason mom left!
Wyatt doesn’t even know the two of you!”
“So you can talk, that’s new.” You said as you looked over
to the Avengers. Vision was currently trying to phase through your dome. “I
think I’m giving your team a heart attack. Just so you know I don’t forgive
you-yet. You have a lot of trust to earn back, and so does Dad.” Hulk grunts in
agreement. “Wyatt’s inside, if you give dad back his body, I’ll introduce them.”
Hulk grunts again and he starts to shrink down until your dad is standing in
front of you. “I know mom kicked you out and I know you stayed away to protect
us. I wish you hadn’t but we can’t change the past. Just know that if you ever
do something that stupid again, I will never forgive you.”
“D-did your Mom give you and Wyatt the letter I sent?”
“No, I found them when she left.” Your dad nods like he
“Is Wyatt gifted?”
“Yeah, he kind of takes after Mom. But not as intense, he
goes into this trance and his eyes go white, then he draws an image of the
future. When he snaps out of it he has no memory of it happening. I should
probably drop the dome and let your friends in.” You say looking over at the
Avengers. They’re a little calmer now that the big guy was gone, but they were
looking at you warily.
“That would probably be for the best. How did you know that
we were coming?” your dad asks.
“Wyatt drew it yesterday. He’s excited to meet you, he’s
just as smart as the two of us, maybe even a little smarter.” You say grinning
at your Dad. Then you bring the dome down and the avengers come running. That’s
when you notice him, Spiderman. He’s wearing the suit but not the mask and you realize
that he’s your age. “You have a teenager on the Avengers?” you ask your Dad and
he shrugs. “You guys can follow me into the house, I saw what happened on the
news. You guys are here to law low, right?” They all nod and you turn and start
walking back to your house. When you get in you see your brother painting on
the wall. “Fuck.” You whisper as you run over to him. His eyes are white and
unfocused as he uses his fingers to smear the paint around. You know better
than to try to break the trance so you keep the Avengers away from him. Then
you see Fury walk in. “When did he-“
“A couple minutes after you went outside.” Fury’s says
cutting you off. You look at the painting and you see that it’s the world
literally crumbling apart.
“That’s a pretty disturbing image for a seven year old to be
drawing. Are any of the three of you going to stop him?” Tony Stark asks.
“No, it’s not him and he can’t control it. He’s enhanced, he
draws future possibilities. It’s dangerous to try to snap him out of it.” You murmur.
“What the hell have you guys gotten yourselves into?”
“How do you know that the painting has anything to do with
us?” Natasha asks.
“Just a feeling.” You say as you watch your brother paint.
After about 10 minutes his little body sags in exhaustion. You walk over to him
and pull him into a hug. “Dad’s here and he brought the Avengers. They would
all really like to meet you.” You whisper into Wyatt’s ear. He looks over to
where they are all standing and he starts to smile a little.
“Can I meet them after sleep? I’m real tired, Sissy.” Wyatt
“Sure, you earned a nap. You pained a real big painting.”
Wyatt then starts to stumble towards his room. Fury follows him to make sure he
gets into bed safely and you turn to the Avengers. “I’m sure you all have
question.” After you say that everyone starts talking at once. You sigh and sit
at the kitchen table. This was going to be a long day.
Your mind kept coming back to the night Jimin contacted you, he hadn’t talked to you since the big fight that happened a month ago, and then out of the blue, he called you to pick him up from the police station.
A dinner with bangtan usually was filled with jokes and laughter but tonight it was silent, the boys were not the same at points they were at each other throats. “So Y/n, are we still up for basketball tomorrow?” Yoongi asked as you snapped out of your thoughts, nodding.
“Wait, Y/n and I are going to see a movie” Hoseok spoke up, as Yoongi’s sharp eyes switched to him.
“Too late, I guess you’ll have to reschedule.” Yoongi coldly replied as you widened your eyes.
“Why don’t we do both? I mean it’s not like the movie or basketball is going to take all day, right?” You compromised, as Yoongi shrugged and Hoseok let out a sigh of sadness.
“Fine, but I wanted to hang out with you all day” Hoseok pouted, as you smiled at him.
“Where is Jimin?” Jin asked worriedly, as he checked the watch on his wrist again.
“Probably partying as usual” Namjoon answered, as he sighed.
“He’s still not over Sunhee?” You asked as they nodded.
“He’s been bringing girls home every night, it hurts my ears Y/n” Taehyung whined, as he shuddered at the thought of Jimin bringing home girls every night.
Suddenly you heard the door lock click followed by female giggles, as Jimin entered the room with a girl hanging on his arm. His smile dropped once he saw you the girl looked at you with a slight glance of disgust. “Oppa, who is she?” She asked, her words slurred as she swayed back and forth.
“She’s no one baby, now let’s go to my room” He smiled to her, as he led her away.
“See what I mean? It’s disgusting, can I stay at your house tonight Y/n?” Taehyung asked, holding onto your hands as you thought about it.
“If you really want to” You answered as the rest of the boys started to ask if they could come too. “Guys I don’t have enough room for all of you.”
“It’s fine I can drive, just let me tell Jimin we’re leaving.” Jin smiled, as he grabbed his keys.
“Make sure not to open that door” Yoongi reminded, as Jin let out a chuckle as he walked up to the door knocking on the door loudly.
“Jimin? We’re going to stay at Y/n’s so you can have the rest of the night with your lady friend, so don’t break the house and bye!” Jin yelled leaving the door not wanting to hear what sounds were inside the bedroom.
You took a bunch of pillows setting them on the couches, walking back to your closet to grab blankets. “There’s a guest room two of you can sleep in there and there are three couches, and I have an extra couch in my room.” You explained as the boys decided where they would sleep.
“We’ll settle this fairly, eldest chooses first youngest chooses last” Jin explained, as he heard groans coming from the boys. “I call the bed in the guest room.”
“I’ll take a couch in Y/n’s room” Yoongi smiles to you and you smile back.
“I guess I’ll sleep in the room with Jin, although I’d rather sleep with you guys” Hoseok pouted, as you laughed.
“And I guess the three of you can have the couches.” You looked at the remaining three.
The boys would often stay over a lot so you already had a bunch of pj’s left over from previous sleepovers. Yoongi thanked you for letting him stay over, as he changed out of his clothing. “Y/n, we’re really glad to have you, I couldn’t imagine falling asleep to Jimin fucking someone” Yoongi thanked, as you smiled back.
“I couldn’t help but feel bad for you guys having to hear that every night.” You smiled, as you handed him a pillow.
“Yeah, it get’s so frustrating since I no longer have a girlfriend anymore” Yoongi pouts, as you laugh awkwardly.
“Didn’t you break up with her? It’s been a year now.” You joked as you looked at him seeing that he wasn’t laughing. “Sorry, too soon.”
“No, no it’s fine. I guess the only thing I miss from the relationship is the sex, now I’m constantly sexually frustrated.” Yoongi sighed, as you nodded.
“Yeah, I mean you haven’t done anything in a year, sexual levels are pretty high I would assume since you were so used to having sex.” You tried to relate, as Yoongi’s eyebrows perked.
“Y/n, have you had sex before?” He asked as you shook your head, he smirked. “I could be your first time.”
“Ah what? Sorry, Yoongi I just can’t see you that way.” You told him honestly, as Yoongi’s smirk dropped.
“Y/n you’re just saying that because you’re scared of losing your virginity.” He laughed it off, coming closer to you.
“No I know that I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m sorry Yoongi I don’t see you that way.” You confessed, pushing him away. “I’m gonna sleep somewhere else, you can have the bed.”
The next morning was awkward, Yoongi didn’t dare look at you in the eyes. You hoped that your friendship would go back to normal after that night but Yoongi would probably ignore you for a long time. “Eh? Y/n why haven’t you greeted Yoongi?” Hoseok asked while Yoongi and you both tensed up.
“Ah, no reason” You smiled, shrugging his question off.
“You didn’t even sleep in your room last night, you traded spots with Namjoon,” Taehyung added as you smiled.
“I wanted to have some fun” You lied as Yoongi scoffed.
“Like you would know how to have fun” He whispered, as you rolled your eyes.
“I guess we have different definitions of fun because yours wasn’t.” You whispered back as the boys looked at you.
“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked as both of you smiled at him.
“We’re fine!” You both smiled.
You drove some of the boys back home, they opened the door to see a half naked Jimin and a girl in a robe chatting on the living room couch. “Jimin, what is your friend still doing here?” Jin sternly asked as Jimin’s eyes widen turning his attention to you.
“What is she still doing here?” Jimin asked back, as you rolled your eyes.
“Oppa, is that your clingy ex?” The girl asked as you turned your attention to her “I thought you had standards before you met me.” She let out an annoying laugh.
“Wow look at that, Jimin knows how to treat a one night stand with hospitality.” You laughed sarcastically, earning a glare from the girl “Oh my! You thought you were more than that to him? I’ve seen more girls come into this building than I have at a makeup store.” You saw the girl huffed.
“Oppa, tell her that she’s wrong!” The girl screamed as the boys covered their ears from the horrible shrieking.
“To be honest, I don’t even remember your name,” Jimin replied as you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. You felt bad for the girl but she wasn’t going to get anywhere with that type of attitude.
“I hate you!” She screamed at Jimin, picking up her clothing and leaving the apartment.
“You should have let her change before she left” Jin commented, as Jimin shrugged.
“Not my problem.” He replied.
“Can you stop bringing girls to the dorm Hyung?” Jungkook asked as the rest of the boys nodded.
“I don’t have to listen to anything you say.” Jimin silently replied.
“Jimin, this is our dorm too so please stop bringing girls to the dorm already and just get over Sunhee with another activity that doesn’t make my ears bleed,” Yoongi replied.
“I’m already over her” Jimin replied back.
“Then why are you bringing girls over all the time?” Namjoon asked as Jimin glanced at you.
“Because I’m not over Y/n.”
A/n: Haha It’s 1 am and I’m currently dying, sorry I’m slowly cutting members out of this love harem so the series can be completed faster. Sorry for the Yoongi fans ;-;~Joy
I've been thinking about panicky Keith a lot lately because I love,,,panicked caretaker Keith. So what about a situation where lance is trapped in a place where the oxygen levels (or if you'd prefer, a poisonous gas is filling the room) are quickly draining and Keith can't do anything but talk to lance on the coms and try to break him out? Also congrats on the blog can't wait to see you grow :0
Lance had been trapped in the lift for what seemed like hours now, he wasn’t quite sure how long it had been, delirium taking over from the sheer lack of oxygen filling his lungs.
He had just wanted to go for a relaxing dip in the pool on his day off, as if he could get so lucky.
Sprawled out on the floor of the altean deathtrap gasping for breath, tears began to fill Lance’s eyes.
All the missions he’d gone on, all the injuries he sustained in the fight to protect the universe and this was how he was going to go; choking on his own breath in an elevator while his closest friends continue on with their day, not even noticing his disappearance.
He’d yelled for them. Over and over, nobody answered. The pain of being so disposable mirroring the ache in his heaving chest.
Mind going fuzzy and vision beginning to blur around the edges, Lance was about to let the appealing thought of an endless slumber take over his body when he heard the com crack on above.
“Lance? Lance! Talk to me buddy?”
The tears began to flow hard and fast down Lance’s face now, they did care.
“Hang tight Lance we’re getting you out now just breath for me”
Keith was a nervous wreck.
He’d spent the good part of three hours searching the ship top to bottom until Pidge suggested that maybe Lance was trapped in the lift.
Over the coms Keith tried to keep his cool so as not to scare Lance, but truth be told, he was at breaking point.
“Allura get him out NOW!”
“I’m working on it Keith please just try and relax a bit he’ll be fine”
Everyone seemed so calm about the whole situation which made Keith furious.
“How can you say that?! Just listen to him!” Keith screeched before pressing the button to the com so the entire room could hear Lance’s laboured breathing.
Seeing the distress take hold of his fellow paladin, Shiro moved over and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder.
“I know you’re worried Keith but you’ve gotta be strong for him, okay?”
Sobs now wracking his already shaking form, Keith waited for the affirmative from Allura before rushing out of the crowded room and into the hallway just as the doors of the lift came whooshing open.
Bending down to the crumpled form on the floor he laced his gloved fingers through the other boys damp hair.
Eyes fluttering open, Lance drew in a shaky breath before launching into a coughing fit. Keith positioned himself behind the trembling boy, rubbing his hand up and down his back in the attempt to comfort him. When the harsh coughs had finally subsided Lance allowed himself to fall back into the warm embrace of Keith’s arms.
“H-heyy” he all but whispered, voice strained from his long since forgotten about screams for help.
Tears began to fill Keith’s eyes once more as he starred down at Lance’s beautiful caramel complexion that had been tinged blue from oxygen deprivation.
Practically launching himself onto the blue paladin Keith began to bawl.
“NEVER scare me like that again do you hear me? I was so worried I thought I thought-”
Keith was cut off.
“It’s okay, I-i’m okay now” Lance reassured.
“Y-yeah?” Keith sniffled.
“Yeah, you saved me, my knight in fluffy pajama bottoms” Lance joked, shooting Keith a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.
God, he just couldn’t with this boy.
“Yeah. I’ve got you.”
Here it is!
I’m sorry if it’s really bad and really short this is my first fic :o
Thank you so much and again sorry for the poor quality I am here to improve :)