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I need to watch some vids on colours because i have ZERO idea tbh.

This is inspired by every fanfic with Luigi having a flower shop. If you ever written one, I've read it. Thank you for your service. I would @ people if I wasn't so shy and silly (i have strong social anxiety)

If I had a nickel for every time a blonde in anime spontaneously ignited fire around them like a super saiyan, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it that it happened twice.

Undercover Hearts

first and foremost, so sorry i haven't posted in forever. also, i desperately need to update my 'Fandoms I Write For' because i need to add some stuff and take some stuff off. im also sorry about the tags, im terrible at them ;-;

John Reese x Reader

they/them pronouns used

summary: the reader and john are going undercover for a mission and things go side ways. the reader ends up getting hurt and john helps them, although he is upset about it. while lecturing the reader, he accidentally let's his thoughts slip.

Undercover Hearts

The mission had started like any other, with John Reese and Y/N going undercover to infiltrate a secretive organization. John was the stoic, experienced operative, and Y/N was the brilliant yet shy analyst who had surprised everyone with their quick thinking and determination. As they blended into their new identities, neither of them could predict just how sideways things would go.

The air was thick with tension as they navigated the dimly lit room, surrounded by individuals who could sniff out deception with ease. Y/N's nerves were palpable, and John could sense their unease. He shot them a reassuring glance, his eyes locking onto theirs for a moment. Y/N's cheeks flushed, but the exchange gave them a small boost of confidence.

As the night progressed, they exchanged coded glances and played their roles impeccably, gathering valuable information. But in the midst of the chaos, a suspicious figure grew wary of them. Before they could react, a scuffle broke out, and shots echoed through the room. John managed to fend off the attacker, but not without a struggle.

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, had managed to avoid the gunfire, but they stumbled and fell, hitting their head against the corner of a table. John's heart raced as he dispatched the threat, then rushed to Y/N's side.

"Y/N, are you alright?" he asked urgently, his concern evident in his eyes.

Y/N groaned, their hand instinctively reaching for the throbbing pain on their forehead. "I-I think so," they managed to stammer.

But as John helped Y/N to their feet, he noticed the trickle of blood on their forehead. His jaw clenched, and anger flashed in his eyes as he berated himself for not protecting them better.

"We need to get you out of here," John said, his voice tight with worry. He led Y/N through a maze of corridors, his senses on high alert.

They finally found a safe spot, hidden from prying eyes. John's hands were gentle as he inspected the wound, his touch sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "You're lucky it's not too deep," he muttered, cleaning the wound with a cloth he had in his pocket.

Y/N winced at the sting, but the warmth of John's touch was oddly comforting. "I'm sorry things went wrong," they mumbled.

John's gaze softened as he looked at them, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from their face. "It's not your fault. We'll get through this."

As he continued tending to their wound, John's lecturing began. He chided Y/N for not being cautious enough, for letting their nerves get the best of them. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings," he admonished, his voice firm.

Y/N nodded, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'll try to do better next time."

John sighed, his gaze meeting Y/N's for a moment. And then, almost as if it slipped out unintentionally, he muttered, "You know, I can't afford to lose you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his eyes and the weight of his words. Did he just…?

"What?" they managed to stammer, their voice barely a whisper.

John's expression turned slightly startled, as if he hadn't meant to reveal his thoughts. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I mean, we're a team, and I need you to be on your game."

But Y/N could see through the facade. There was something more in his eyes, a depth of emotion he hadn't meant to show.

With a newfound courage fueled by the rush of adrenaline and the vulnerability of the moment, Y/N reached out and placed a hand over John's, which was still holding the cloth. "John," they began softly, their voice carrying a hint of hesitancy, "I appreciate your concern. And… I need you to know that I'm grateful to have you watching out for me."

A ghost of a smile played on John's lips, and his eyes softened. In that moment, their unspoken connection deepened, and amidst the chaos of their undercover mission, their hearts found a way to communicate what words had trouble expressing.

As John's fingers intertwined with Y/N's, he seemed to lose himself in their gaze. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice lower than before, "I never want to see you hurt."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and a surge of courage overcame their shyness. "John," they whispered, their voice barely audible, "I feel safe when you're around."

The vulnerability of their words hung in the air, a quiet admission that transcended the danger surrounding them. John's expression softened further, his walls crumbling in the face of their honesty.

And so, in the heart of danger and vulnerability, two souls drew closer, bound by more than just their mission. Their eyes spoke volumes, and as the night grew darker, the bond between them grew stronger, laying the foundation for something that neither of them could deny any longer.