Burn Victim

“You deserve better than me.” and “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try”

The sterile smell of a hospital room filled your nose as you ran through Beacon Hills Hospital.  Your sneakers squeaked loudly against the linoleum floor, alerting those in front of you to move out of your way without you having to say a word.  The night had been relatively slow until you had gotten a page from Melissa McCall with two words on it.  Peter.  Basement.

Slamming against the door to the basement you took the stairs two at a time.  For them to bring him here instead of to Deaton couldn’t be good.  The fear residing in your gut is what pushed you to run faster.  Melissa and Chris were already in the room in the basement that you reserved for ‘Pack Emergencies’, a severely burnt body laid on the hospital bed in front of them.

“Oh my God.”  Allowing yourself a minute to take in Peters injuries you surged forward to help Melissa work.  “What happened to him?”

“The kids found him in the woods.”  Melissa answered, stepping back enough to let you assess the damage.  A charred hand grasped onto your wrist, squeezing it even though you knew that would pain him.  

You deserve better than me.”  The statement was mumbled.  He couldn’t open his mouth too wide to talk without risking further injury.  As it was already pieces of burnt flesh was already ripping away from various parts of his body.

“Let me work, Peter.”  This was an argument for another day.  Not for when you were trying to find a way to sooth the massive burns to his skin.

“Stop letting me drag you into this.”  Exasperated, you glanced up at Peter’s face and scowled slightly.

“I’m doing my job.”

“You can’t help me with this.”  In the back part of your mind you knew that.  You knew that the only thing you could do was wait for his werewolf healing to kick in.  But last time that had taken months.  Years.  You didn’t have that kind of time now.  You wanted him to be better now.

Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.  Now stop talking and let me help.”

Our paladin planning to break her oath

Paladin OOC: “If I’m going out, I’m going out big, you can’t unring the bell.”

Paladin (Who is a dragonborn): “As I’m pinning her down I lean over her and whisper “Die” before using my breath weapon at point blank range.“

DM: "I’ll count that as an automatic crit. The room starts to smell like burning flesh, and her face starts to look like Anakin Skywalker’s.”

The rest of us had to role to see if we threw up from the smell.

Next Round:

Paladin: “I’m going to hold her hands down with my knees, throw my shield to the side, and two hand my flaming axe on her face.”

DM: “Okay, roll to attack.”

Paladin: “…Nat 20.”

DM: “Okay, roll double the fire damage since you’re basically attacking a 3rd degree burn victim.”

Paladin: “Okay I rolled 44 damage.”

DM: “Wow okay. You slam your flaming axe down into her head again, and again, and again. The amount of blood and facial tissue spraying around the room is more than you would find on a battle field, even the barbarian looks horrified at the massacre going on in the corner.”

Paladin OOC: “Hey, I said I was going out big.”

I really want Jensen to see this because I really want to thank him for making her smile like this again! She was burned bad in an explosion and spent the summer in the hospital, her only wish the whole time was to meet Jensen and she finally did it and it was worth everything!! I can never thank him enough for giving her those few moments where no one was looking at her scars and she didn’t feel the need to hide away, to see that was worth everything no amount of money or cards could do what those few seconds with him did and I will be forever grateful! And I would love for him to know how much it meant to her and our family

Uncomfortable MCU summaries
  • Iron Man: two rich dudes in suits cause collateral damage
  • The Incredible Hulk: man is discouraged from treating his anger issues
  • Iron Man 2: industrialist frustrates Congress
  • Captain America: man uses performance enhancing drugs to beat up a burn victim
  • Thor: family argument nearly causes genocide
  • The Avengers: hostile immigrants cause property damage
  • Iron Man 3: man with PTSD has an unpleasant Christmas
  • The Dark World: two brothers go on a road trip and things turn violent
  • The Winter Soldier: thousands lose jobs as government agency is forcibly shut down
  • Guardians of the Galaxy: a small animal and a houseplant kill people
  • Daredevil: blind guy fights an autistic man
  • Age of Ultron: Pinocchio is an asshole
What body positivity should encompass (besides fat acceptance)

• People who are missing limbs or other visible body parts

• Burn/acid/etc. victims

• People with Down Syndrome

• People with other physial disabilities

• People who have lost hair due to cancer, alopecia, etc.

• Telling girls that they don’t need breast implants or spray tans to be attractive

• Seeing the beauty in all hair, eye, and skin colors

If anyone has other things to add to the list, please do so!

friends In a circle
Gryffindor enters the circle and screams: I HAVE HAD THE SAME ITCH FOR 3 MONTHS!
Hufflepuff enters the circle and screams: I HATE PAPAYA!
Ravenclaw enters the circle and screams: I’M TIRED OF BEING A BURN VICTIM!
Slytherin enters the circle: but why the fuck are we screaming?
Hufflepuff: Just say the first thing that comes into mind. It’ll feel good to get out your frustrations.
Slytherin: ok. THIS IS STUPID!
Hufflepuff: sights well, I’d like that to be a little more group-positive, but okay.

“‘The Steadfast Tin Soldier’ is a literary fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen about a tin soldier’s love for a paper ballerina. After several adventures, the tin soldier perishes in a fire with the ballerina.”

The Light Remains

“Yoongi is a hardass in the Mafia, but once he is home he becomes a completely different person”

Originally posted by 04pjm

Min Yoongi

A name known by all. Feared by all. 

You did not want to be on his radar. And if you were, you’d better pray for your life. Not that it would account for anything. 

He killed and manipulated his way to the top and stayed there courtesy to his ruthless tactics and unbending principles. He was never one to act on impulse. He would weigh his options. Observe his enemies. Their behavior, their mutuals, the way they dealt with their rivals, acted and spoke. And when he stroke, his opponents didn’t stand a chance. Some say he enjoyed seeing his victims burning alive. 

No one dared to question his words, for they were few but meaningful. He could twist them in such a way that could make you believe that the earth is square. Master puppeteer indeed. His intimidating aura and reputation made everyone think twice before approaching him.

Yes. Min Yoongi was truly a dangerous man.


But the Min Yoongi you knew wasn’t like that. You knew each other for what felt like an eternity. You were there for him since the very beginning, before he ever got in contact with the underground world. You were the only person he trusted wholeheartedly and wanted to protect, whatever the cost. He could be himself with you, knowing that you were his home and his peace of mind.

When he arrived home late into the night he saw you half asleep on the sofa and his face lit up as he advanced towards you. 

“Were you waiting for me again?  I told you not to worry so much” he said with a faint smile as he sat next to you and pulled you into his lap.

“I can’t help it. I just want you to be safe” You said sleepily as you threw your arms around his neck. He placed a kiss on your forehead as he caressed your face.

You are too adorable for your own good”

“Well, I can’t help the either.” 

He just chuckled as he pulled you even closer, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Are you tired? We could go to the bedroom, you know? ”

“I’m fine. I just..need you. Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Y/n. As long as I’m with you, everything will be alright.”

“I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you too, my angel”

Originally posted by jisoobokki

-Light

Everyone I’m reposting my works because I left the mafia blog 

Just so you know.

Feel free to request BTS reaction/scenarios.

My Shot - Arthur Pendragon

Fic #3 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: My Shot

You woke up to the sunlight shining in your eyes, which was confusing for two reasons. One: usually one of the servants woke you up before then. Two: Arthur wasn’t in bed next to you. He always got you up when he did. He was in the room, however. You could hear him changing behind the screen. You picked up your pillow and threw it at the screen. It knocked over and Arthur shouted.

“What the hell?” he asked, poking his head out. You shrugged and smirked at him. He shook his head and was clearly trying to fight off the smile growing on his face. 

“Morning.”

“Good morning,” he said, walking out from behind the screen. He pulled his shirt over his head, so you only got a glimpse of his abs. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I wanted to watch you sleep.” You snorted. “I also was waiting for this to arrive.” Merlin stepped in and handed Arthur a rather large box. Merlin waited there, an eager smile on his face until Arthur shot him a look. You gigged as Merlin walked away.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“For you,” Arthur said, walking towards the bed. He sat down on the bed and handed you the box. You twisted your lips and studied him.

“Why?”

“I can’t just by something because I love you?”

“No, you can and that’s a very kind thought, but I can’t help but wonder what your ulterior motives are.” Arthur looked at you plainly, clearly trying to show you that he was being honest. 

Normally, you wouldn’t be this demanding when Arthur did something sweet, but you two hadn’t been getting along so well lately. Arthur was challenged to a duel with a man who had already killed four knights. You begged Arthur not to take it up, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He said if you didn’t like it you didn’t have to be there. 

Ever since then, he had been trying to make up for that exchange.

“Well thank you,” you said, lifting the lid off to reveal a gorgeous green gown. “Oh, Arthur, it’s gorgeous.” You leaned forward and hugged him. Arthur held on to your back firmly and didn’t let go for a longer time than usual. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said after kissing you. “You’ll wear it today?”

“Sure.” He grinned and stood up.

“Good. I’ll see you a little later, okay?” You nodded and he was gone, off to a meeting with some of his knights.


You had changed into the gown and had spent time helping out Gauis. A week earlier, a village on the far side of the kingdom had lost all of their crops in a large fire, so you were housing them and healing the burn victims. However, it was past noon now and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. You expected to find Arthur in the throne room to invite him to lunch with you, but as you were walking back towards the castle, your attention was drawn by a sword fight. 

More accurately, your attention was drawn by a sparring between the knights. This was odd because they usually trained in the morning, not the afternoon. You walked towards them, finding that Arthur was facing Gwaine right now. You stood next to Elyan who smiled over at you.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said. A second later, his smile fell and everyone looked over at you. Arthur and Gwaine even stopped fighting. Arthur pulled off his helmet and looked at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed?” you asked, looking around nervously. 

“No. Of course you are, we were just-”

“Busy,” Gwaine said. You looked over at him and he smiled. 

“Busy training?” you asked. He nodded and your head snapped back to Arthur. “I thought we were past this,” you said. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the other side of the field. He took a drink, but you didn’t stop looking at him. “Arthur.”

“Now’s not the time.”

“When would you like to talk about this? Later today when you’re slain.”

“I’m not going to die!” he yelled. Your face hardened and you shook your head. Now it made sense why he had given you the dress. You continued to shake your head to stop yourself from screaming or crying and walked towards the castle. “Y/N. Wait.”

You didn’t. You were already inside when Arthur finally did catch up to you. He grabbed onto your arm when you didn’t turn around, but still you pulled your arm away. 

“Y/N, please,” he said. You sighed. You were already half way up the stairs. You caved and looked at him.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to hide this from you.”

“I don’t know how you thought you could have. I live here, too.”

“I know. It was foolish of me to try.” You sighed and smiled a little. “But I have to do this.”

“No you don’t.” He sighed and sat down on the steps, putting his head in his hands.

“You don’t understand.” You mimicked his movements and sat next to him. You scooted closer until your knees were touching.

“Explain it to me. What don’t I understand?” He looked up at you and you nodded once, encouraging him. 

“It’s time that I prove myself to the people. Not just a handful of them, and not just with my name.” 

“Arthur, you’ve already done that.”

“On a small scale. But with this tournament, I could finally prove myself to them.”

“But you won’t get to prove anything to them if you die.”

“You don’t have any faith in me.”

“Yes I do,” you said, taking his hand in yours. “But I also care about you and love you. I don’t want to watch you kill yourself just to prove something you don’t have to. You’re already a great king, Arthur, you don’t have to do anything extra. Just wait, the-”

I’m past patiently waiting, Y/N! I’m going to passionately smash every expectation set on me. Every action I take is an act of creation. I’m laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinking past tomorrow.”

“So am I. I’m thinking about a tomorrow without you.”

“Think about a tomorrow with a better king.”

“You already are a better king than you were yesterday. I already imagine you like that.”

I’m not throwing away my shot, Y/N,” he said finally. You frowned and looked down at your entwined hands. 

“I know.” You released his hand and stood up. He looked up at you hopefully as you walked up the stairs. You went into your room, and Arthur didn’t follow. You sat there for a long time until it was nearly tournament time.n;t 

Although every fiber of your body was telling you not to go, you went. You found Merlin and had him bring you to the tent where Arthur was getting ready in. He looked surprised to see you, but still smiled. 

“Hi,” you said. 

“Hi. Could you give us a minute?” he asked Merlin. He nodded and scooted out of the tent.

“Need help?” you asked, already walking forward to tighten his armor. He stood still as you worked, and smiled when you pulled away.

“Thank you. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Of course I came.” You held your breath as you looked at him. He frowned a little and you immediately ran into his arms. It was hard to hug him like this. Arthur was muscular, but he was soft and warm to hug. Every part of his body would curl and form into yours - yet, in this armor, he was hard and closed off. That didn’t stop you from holding on tight.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I believe in you,” you whispered. He hugged you tighter, which you didn’t think was possible. A horn sounded from outside, signaling that it was time for the match. “Time to take your shot,” you said. He nodded. “Good luck.”

You walked out to the stands and took a seat. You watched as Arthur walked out onto the field, and waited for the other night. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you saw him, and tried to remember how hard and cold Arthur felt when you hugged him. No one could hurt something like that, you told yourself. 

You watched in horror as they fought, each blow making you flinch. Near the end, you were sure you were about to watch the love of your life die, but the knight’s sword slipped magically and Arthur delivered a killer blow. The crowd went insane, but you couldn’t scream. In fact, you felt like crying. 

Arthur pulled off his helmet and nodded at you first. You nodded back and you could see him sigh. Arthur rose up, and he would continue to rise up.