cancelled appointments

anonymous asked:

Theory: Chloe redemption would be so distinctly ~her~ that as much as she enjoys fighting akumas with LB, a girl just can't leave her hair and nails undone! So Chloe would just be so tired of her appointments being cancelled by akuma attacks. . .

… She just learns to keep quiet so she could actually make it to a manicure because, girl, fighting super villains takes a TOLL, and … Yea …

see that’s the kind of redemption arc i want. chloe becomes a hero, but she is still so completely chloe. i love that idea up there xD

  • like chloe would be a fucking brutal, bad ass superhero and put her heart and soul into the fight but god forbid she breaks a nail 
    • queen bee: *kicking an akuma’s ass* *suddenly stops and screams in horror*
    • ladybug: oh my god, are you okay?
    • queen bee: NO im not okay i just chipped my fucking manicure
  • she always asks the team if they can reschedule patrols that don’t happen during the new episodes of “the bachelor”
    • “i can’t be behind im gonna get spoiled on twitter and i’ll fucking kill someone if that happens”
  • she’ll purposefully get someone really angry and hope they get akumatized so that her test next period will be cancelled
    • marinette keeps trying to explain why she can’t be doing that but chloe doesn’t get it
    • “we learn more about hawkmoth, another civilian is saved, and i have an extra 24 hours to study for math. find me one flaw with this.”
  • she tries to sneakily drop hints to her father that queen bee and volpina should get a statue too
    • “you know. not that i care or anything. just for….symmetry. and accuracy and all that. got some preliminary sketches of the queen bee statue. again. not that i care or anything”
    • “very important to get the nose right daddy don’t mess that up.”
  • post-reveal situation, chloe’s is hands down the best at coming up with believable covers for her teammates 
    • adrien’s taking forever to recharge his kwami and get back to class and the teacher’s wondering where he is
    • chloe: “the poor darling’s been modeling so much lately that he pulled a muscle in his neck after gym classes, really awful business, he was in the nurse’s office during the entire akuma attack, he should be on his way back.”
      • chloe *texting adrien*: there’s a forged nurse’s slip in the boys bathroom, go get it. also, walk in like you have a stiff neck. don’t ask. just do it. 
  • she low-key supports chat’s idea of having a miraculous hide out for the four of them
    • “daddy knows a guy that can make it happen with no questions asked i just need to make the phone call.”
  • she flat out refuses press interviews unless she has a full face of makeup on
    • “queen bee! an interview for the – ”
    • “darlings, i really would, but it’s seven in the morning, i have no concealer on, and there’s no way im appearing on camera. go talk to ladybug.”

iablmeanie  asked:

Telepathy soulmates???? That would be so messed up with Hannibal!!

He’s always known there was something wrong with him. Well, he wouldn’t call it wrong himself, he’s just fine, but other people - “normal” people (whatever normal even means) would shudder at the images that live inside his brain. So he learned at a very young age - a too-young age - to hide the darkness inside him.

(He hoped against hope he would never find his soulmate, but if he did he would be prepared).

He taught himself how to project pleasant thoughts - how to squirrel away the nasty ones, the impulses to cut and destroy - how to smile on the outside and fool the world. And he believed that if or when the day came, he could fool his soulmate as well.

But, he thought, how likely would it even be that a monster like him could find a soulmate? Was he even capable of love himself?

Then the day came, a seemingly ordinary day, when he found himself in a harshly lit office with Jack Crawford in front of him, a man he’d just met beside him, and four words struck in his head clear as a bell.

He is so beautiful.

And Will Graham’s entire world changed.


Don’t let him hear you.

Hannibal starts at the words that slip into his mind unvoiced. He looks at Mr. Will Graham - this heavenly, angry creature with eyes cut from crystal - and thinks It can’t be.

And Mr. Graham just raises an irritated eyebrow at him and thinks Apparently it can.

Hannibal is not prepared. For once in his meticulous life, he is completely unmoored. He hadn’t allowed for this eventuality. Soulmates weren’t for him, he’d decided that years ago. Fate, apparently, had decided other things.

He needs to get away before he loses himself in Will’s mind entirely. He can already feel the sticky web of it pulling him in and - oh - oh, what a beautiful, deadly boy.

“My card,” Hannibal hands it to Will by way of introduction, and leaves the room. Jack sputters irately after him and he hears Will yell, “you got me a fucking shrink?!”


Will makes an appointment the next day.

Then he cancels it.

He makes another appointment for the following week.

He cancels that one as well.

He makes a third appointment, but this time Dr. Lecter’s secretary transfers him directly to her employer.

“Hello, Will.”

“I - hello, I was calling to make–”

“I should inform you that I have a cancellation fee.”

“I’m not going to cancel.”

“You cancelled the last two.”

“I had… emergencies.”

“It’s fortunate I’m not there to tell you you’re lying.”

“I think you just told me I’m lying.”

“Hm. I think I did. When would you like to see me?”

“I don’t want to see you.”

“That, at least, is truthful.”

Will smiles at the other end of the line. Why is he smiling. Why the fuck is he smiling?

“Tomorrow at 7pm,” Hannibal says, “do not be late.”

“I won’t,” Will replies, and means it.


They spend the first fifteen minutes of Will’s appointment thinking aggressively about the weather in complete silence.

Finally, Hannibal clears his throat.

“This won’t do.”

Will shifts in his chair and rubs at the three-day-old stubble on his face.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Technically you don’t have to say anything.”

Will laughs without mirth. “Yeah, and that’s not fucking terrifying or anything.”

“Why does it scare you?”

“Oh, God.” Will bangs the back of his head against the armchair. “Why did my soulmate have to be a psychiatrist?”

Hannibal’s smile curls from his lips to his eyes. “You believe I’m your soulmate, Will?”

Will arches an eyebrow.

Can you hear me now?

Hannibal nods.

“Then it’s not a question of belief,” Will says. He gestures between the two of them. “Proof is in the pudding.”

“You’re doing an admirable job of keeping me out, I must say.”

“As are you. All I can glean from whatever’s up there is that you have a lot of favourite wines and you own a harpsichord.”

“Guilty as charged,” Hannibal replies. “And you like dogs.” He squints at Will. “All… seven of them?”

Will snorts and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You could have figured that out from the dog hair I’m covered in.”


“Listen,” Will says. He leans forward in his chair and steeples his hands together. “The way I see it, neither of us have to do anything about this. I don’t even know if you’re gay, let alone interested, and besides that–”


“Yes, what? You’re gay or interested?”

Hannibal tilts his head, drinks Will in with his eyes. “Does it matter?”

“Well,” Will stutters, “I mean - well, I’m not gay–”

Yes, I am.

“Yes, you are.”

“Goddamnit.” Will slaps his hands on his thighs. “I don’t want to do this. There’s too much going on up here.” He jabs a finger toward his temple and twirls it in a circle. “I don’t need anyone caught up in it, it’s hard enough to manage on my own.”

“What if I want to be caught?”

“Excuse me?”

Hannibal stands and crosses the few feet to Will’s chair, then kneels before him.

“I know you’re hiding something that you think is terrible. That much I can hear.”

Will’s eyes meet his and his fear is palpable. “You have no idea.”

I think I do.

“Stop doing that.”

Doing what?

Tears fill Will’s eyes. “Speaking to me.”

Hannibal’s hands come to rest on Will’s knees and he leans further forward, taking up all the space that he can.

“I have a suggestion, Will Graham. Open yourself to me, and I will do the same. If neither of us like what we see, we agree to part and never speak of it again.”

Will shakes his head. “I already know you won’t like–”

Hannibal reaches up and places a finger over Will’s lips.

“Yes or no, Will?”

Will looks at Hannibal, looks as deep and hard as he can into those dark, alert eyes. Something swims just out of sight below the depths and Will can feel it wriggling, dangerous. Whatever it is, it has teeth. He inhales sharply.

Maybe monsters do have soulmates, after all.

“Well?” Hannibal says. “Yes or no?”

Will closes his eyes.


Wartable shipping

AKA what if Cullen hadn’t had the guts to make a move on the Inquisitor and pro shippers Leliana, Cole and Josie had to give ‘em a shove in the right direction?

Inquisitor: *flirts*
Cullen: *does the hand on neck, flustered thing*
Leliana: For Andraste’s sake put that hand to better use and get a room.
Cullen: WHAT?
Leliana: You heard me.  Perhaps one with a roof would be advisable.
Josephine: Actually it seems quite romantic to make love under the stars.
Cullen: Maker, we have more imporant things to focus on.
Inquisitor: *quietly* Actually I’m not… opposed to that suggestion.
Leliana: Look at the blushing chantry boy. 
Josephine: Leliana, leave him alone, perhaps he’s never had a lover before.
Cullen: EXCUSE ME, I CAN ASSURE YOU I KNOW VERY WELL HOW TO… *looks at the Inquisitor* *shuts up*
Cole: *poofs in* “ Careful eyes, unsteady hands, wandering minds… She feels unsteady as his thoughts drifts to sheets and touches.He desires to be near her, in…”
Cullen: *covers Cole’s mouth with his hand.* That’s enough.
Inquisitor:  *grabs Cullen’s wrist, drags him in the direction of the door* This has taken long enough indeed. JOSEPHINE, cancel any appointments for the rest of the day. His, too.
Josephine: *barely supressing a grin* At your service Inquisitor.
Leliana to Cole: Finish that sentence
Cole: “in her presence he feels whole.”
Jospehine; aww…
Leliana: Not the continuation I was hoping for but I’ll take it.

I need your hold (っ◕︵◕ )っ

Ok guys,
Maybe this post will be a bit long but I need to talk about it, to focus my mind, just to blow off a little steam.
And I do it here. Because I have not been publishing my comics for a long time and you deserve an explanation.
And I don’t want to say nothing on my Italian professional profile on fb. Sometimes I can’t stand the hypocrisy behind that social network; the nasty things; the passive-aggressive barbs; the arrogance to know everything about everyone.
I don’t want you get me wrong: my followers and fans are great and lovely there. They would support me in every bad moment I have! I really love them!
But there are another category of  ‘people’ or ‘fans’ or ‘colleagues’ who silently complain, accuse you, thinking wrong thoughts on you even they don’t know you. Just because they are blinded by envy or something else that I don’t get.
Because for them… I’m rich ( ? ) , my life is perfect (what life is perfect?) and I never had any problems in my life ( but do you know me for telling that?). 
I should never complain because I work for a publishing house! I should always shut up my mouth because I’m lucky to have this.
Yes perhaps I’m. I know that I was lucky to find a job that I love.

But people don’t know me and they make me sick because they didn’t know problems isn’t about just around my work. What do people know about my life? 

Do they know that nothing was easy for me, that no one in my family believed in me and in my dreams? Do they know that I’m not rich and I will never be because my job is understimated in my country? Do they know that I had awful friends who abbandoned me at the worst time and while I was treating a neoplasia? Do they know that my father had an accident and lost his memory including his children? Do they know how hard I work to get a little piece of consideration? Do they know what I’m suffering when I live away from my country? How many racist attitudes did I get? How many humiliations? And everything for following the work of my husband? To see him accomplished?
Do they know that there are days when I can’t get up from bed because I’m too depressed? When I’m cry for no reason? When I always feel the pressure and expectations from others to me? Do they know that lately I’m not good at health and I can’t cure myself because sanity here doesn’t work well and I’m getting worse day by day?

Do they know that , despite this, I continue to face the day, to smile at people? To apreciate every good moment of my life? To love my friends and my fans? To draw my stories and meet the deadlines? To respect the others?

They don’t know me! That’s it!

We’re normal people and sometimes is ok to have a bad moment.
Sometimes bad moments could become a bad month, year…years. That’s why I started to going first to a psycologist and keep going to search a good doctor for my health.
I’m a little scared to go. I would like to cancel the appointment every day. But I know that I’ll be better by talking to a professional person.
I’m scared too for my health because is getting worst. But I want to be positive! And I don’t want to think about bad things or bad people. Just good things…

I hope you did not get angry with this vent!
Sorry in advance and thank you for reading me even if is written in bad english!^^
Love you guys!
I’ll never give up!

Pajama Day

Requested by @darkheartsdontbreaktheybruise 88: “I vote for today to be pajama day.”

Feysand - sick Rhys

Rhys is most definitely not sick. Or so he says.

Feyre, however, knows that this is most certainly bullshit. She was awake too when he was coughing up a lung at two in the morning, and when his nose was so clogged he woke abruptly when he couldn’t breathe normally. Her husband had had such a rough night sleep, in fact, that Feyre woke up before him, and was the first to feel his forehead. It practically burned her hand.

Immediately, she had canceled all of his meetings and obligations for the day. She called upon a healer, who inspected him quickly, quietly, while he was still sleeping, and left after telling Feyre just to make him rest and he would be fine in a couple days.

Feyre had closed the blinds so no light reached Rhys’ sleeping form, allowing him the chance to sleep rather peacefully for many more hours. His wife was completely content to watch over him while he slept, reading her book and brushing his hair back from his face from time to time.

He woke with a start, sitting up and practically trying to jump from the bed, upsetting the damp washcloth that had been sitting on his brow. His legs got twisted with the blanket, however, and he fell to the floor, groaning in discomfort. Feyre had tsked a couple times as she made her way around and helped her mate back to his feet before easing him on the bed again.

Rhys refused to lie down however, insisting that he was completely okay, even as his voice made a scratchy sound every time he talked and snot was currently pouring from his nose. Feyre simply handed him a tissue and pushed his shoulders so he was at least sitting against the headboard.

“But I have so much work to do Feyre. I’m not sick!” He kept saying, though he had just gratefully accepted the cup of tea she offered for his sore throat.

“I already canceled all your appointments for the day. Everyone understands that even the High Lord needs a sick day once in a while.” Feyre calmly explained, brushing his sticky hair off of his forehead. He looked like crap, she had to admit.

Thank you so much, darling.

Oops. It’s not a bad thing, Rhys. It’s actually a little nice to know that you don’t look perfect all the time. She winked at him.

“Yeah, well I can get dressed now so you don’t have to keep looking at me in my less than perfect state.” He said playfully, going to stand but Feyre pushed him down yet again.

“Nuh uh, sir, you are staying in this bed. In fact, I vote today to be pajama day!” She exclaimed. Rhys sighed, smiling slightly as he looked at her fondly. He was so easy to convince

Now, he grasps her hand in his and squeezes once. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Feyre winks again. “I ask myself the same thing everyday.” Suddenly, she stands up and skitters to the door. “Okay, you stay put and get comfy. I’ll be right back with food and stuff for the day. It’s about time we just spent a day together.” Her smile takes his breath away as she opens the door and swiftly departs.

The High Lord shakes his head, blows his nose, and takes a couple sips of his tea. When the cup was almost empty, he stands, stretching his sore limbs and thanking Feyre for getting him out of training with Cassian today. To be honest, he doesn’t think he would be able to do it in this state.

Rhys walks to his closet, going to the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of footie pajamas with stars all over it that Mor had gotten him as a joke. He decides if he was going to spoil Feyre’s image of him as this sexy, perfect High Lord, he might as well do it comfortably.

About half an hour later, Rhys snuggled halfway beneath his covers, halfway not, warm and cozy in his pjs, Feyre comes back. She drops three bags of groceries on the table, scampers over to the bed to place a kiss on Rhys’ forehead, and then dashes for the closet. Rhys sits up in his bed in preparation, having a slight coughing fit in the meantime.

Rhys is just picking up another tissue when the closet door opens. Rhys drops the tissue. As well as his jaw. However, as always, he recovers quickly. “I didn’t know it was that kind of pajama day, darling. You should have told me and I wouldn’t look like such a dork.” He smirks, eyes freely roaming up and down her body which is scantily covered in a incredibly small black nightgown. He is working to stand and go to her as she holds up a finger.

“We’re not doing that today, not when you’re still sick. Though it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” Feyre grins, causing Rhys to groan and fall back on his pillows.

“You torture me, you know that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and following the movements of her body as she makes her way to the bed.

“Oh, yes, I do.” She hums, sliding under the covers next to him and peeking at what he is wearing underneath. “Love the footie pajamas by the way, so incredibly sexy.”

Rhys’ smirk comes back as he slides a hand under the covers towards her. “Sexy, you say?” But the act is ruined by a coughing fit that takes over his body.

Feyre rubs his back soothingly until he is done and then gets out of bed to bring him the snacks from the table, ready to settle in for a relaxing day with her mate.

For a couple hours, Feyre and Rhys simply read, eat, and cuddle, content in the silent company of each other. Eventually, Rhys’ eyes grow tired and he can no longer focus on what he is reading. So, Feyre takes the book from his hands, pulls Rhys down to lay his head in her lap, and reads aloud to him. Too many times, Feyre feels a hand start brushing along the edge of her nightgown and each time, with the hand that is constantly brushing through his hair, Feyre pulls at the strands slightly, causing him to growl and stop.

Later in the afternoon, Feyre leaves for a few minutes to make him soup. When Rhys spies the bowl in her hands, his eyes sparkle. She feeds him the hot soup but his eyes never leave hers as he eats, no doubt remembering the first time she made him soup. When the bowl is empty, he once again lays his head on her lap and stares up at her with pleading eyes.

His footsie pajamas have someone become unzipped to the waist, the upper half tied around his waist. Whether this is because he is hot or for some other reason, Feyre can’t be entirely sure. She laughs and shakes her head down at him, causing her hair to fall down in his face. He tugs at the loose strands in a silent question. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me.” Rhys reminds helpfully.

“That I do, however you know that I will not make love to you until you are 100% better.” Feyre retorts.

Her husband harrumphs, crossing his arms and sniffing. Feyre watches, however, as his eyes begin to slide shut once more. He snuggles around her, burying his head in her stomach. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again, feeling absolutely perfect in this moment.

That is, until she sneezes.

She feels Rhys smirk against her tummy. “Guess we’re having another pajama day tomorrow.”

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alec needs glasses

  • simon is actually the first one who notices
  • he’s walking down a nondescript hall in the institute on his way to the training room where he’s meeting clary when he walks past alecs study
  • it’s real quick but he pauses and back tracks, the door is cracked open enough that he can see into the room
  • alec is sitting at his desk hunched over papers and writing on them, he pauses and raises his head
  • simon thinks he hears him out in the hall but alec just sits back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing shut and his forehead scrunching up
  • simon immediately thinks it’s because of stress after all alec really is the head of the institute even if the clave won’t acknowledge it
  • but then he sees alec pick up his stele from the desk and watches alec undo the top two buttons of his shirt and pull it to the side to reveal the voyance rune just under his right collarbone and redraw the rune
  • at this point, simon feels like a creep and rushes to the training room
  • he and clary go for coffee and simon asks her what the voyance rune does
  • clary tells him it’s one of the first few runes a shadowhunter gets, that it’s one of the permanent ones, that it makes it easier for shadowhunters to see past glamour and identify downworlders on the spot
  • simon makes the connection the next day when he’s back at the institute with izzy
  • she’s showing him her new whip and they pass alec in the hall
  • alec is rubbing at his eyes and his hand is resting on his stele at his hip
  • simon waits till alec rounds the corner, heading to his study before he excuses himself and follows after him
  • he knocks on the closed door and waits for alec to call him in, the shadowhunter surprised to see him
  • “do you need glasses?” simon always was blunt
  • alec’s face does a thing that’s a mix of confusion and absolute denial
  • “i don’t think the voyance rune really helps with your vision” simon points to alecs shoulder where the rune is
  • alec tells him to get out
  • magnus is the second person who notices
  • it’s a rare day off that alec has and magnus canceled all his appointments to spend a lazy day in with his boyfriend
  • alec is stretched out on the couch in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt with a book propped up on his chest
  • magnus is coming out of the bedroom with chairman following after him
  • he watches alec as he walks into the kitchen, sees alec already filled chairman’s bowl and there’s a cup of  steaming tea with his name on it
  • alec lets the book drop onto his chest and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubs
  • magnus had been noticing him rubbing at his eyes lately
  • “everything alright?” he asks as he sits down at the end of the couch, pulling alecs feet into his lap
  • “fine” alec mumbles and picks the book up and continues reading
  • “you know there’s nothing wrong with needing glasses alexander. it won’t make you any less of a shadowhunter” magnus pats his ankle and turns on project runway
  • the next time alec see’s simon he asks for help
  • simon takes him to the eye doctor he used to go to when he was still a mundane, the doctor smiles and simon and remarks on simon not wearing his glasses
  • turns out alec really needed glasses and that he’s near-sighted, just like simon was
  • the prescription he gets is stronger than simons and simon helps him pick out a basic black thick-lensed glasses
  • simon makes a comment about him looking like clark kent that is completely lost on alec
  • it takes a week for the glasses to come in and simon ends up picking them up for alec because the shadowhunter has been swamped with work from the clave
  • simon drops them off at the institute and everyone is shocked when simon says he’s there to see alec and not clary or izzy
  • alec doesn’t wear them at first, keeps forgetting to put them on and still isn’t a hundred percent okay with admitting he needs them
  • but simon keeps reminding him and eventually alec starts wearing them
  • izzy gushes at how cute they look on them
  • jace pats him on the back and smiles
  • clary wants to paint them
  • simon still has his old pair and they all compare who looks better, alec wins
  • magnus has the best reaction of them all
  • it was a rare day when magnus had woken up before alec who had gotten in late from patrol
  • the warlock was in the kitchen actually cooking breakfast for him and alec, the coffee maker alec had made him buy chugging away
  • magnus hears alec shuffle out of their room and into the kitchen
  • the warlock turns to see his boyfriend bend down and scratch at the chairman and when alec stands up straight he has his glasses on
  • he’s sleepy-eyed and soft-headed with a pair of black joggers on and one of his more rattier sweaters that magnus refuses to admit he loves
  • the chairman paws at alecs leg and the shadowhunter is filling up his bowl and then moves to clean out the cat’s water bowl
  • honestly, alec takes better care of his cat than he does
  • sure magnus pictured the shadowhunter with glasses because it was obvious he needed them but this is nothing like what he imagined
  • magnus never thought he would use the word sinful to describe a pair of glasses
  • once alec is done taking care of his royal highness aka chairman he walks over to magnus and presses a kiss to magnus’s temple and wraps his arms around the warlock
  • magnus turns in his arms and pushes the frames up his nose as they slide down the bridge of his nose and presses a chaste kiss to his lips with a smile


  • max goes fucking ballistic when he sees alec with glasses
  • he talks a mile a minute about how they match and how alec looks like clark kent
  • (alec is shook because simon said the same thing like?? who???)
  • and alec smiles and nods his head and tries to follow what max is saying
  • max asks to try them on and of course, they’re too big for his face and max scrunches up at how strong the prescription is and tells alec he could be legally blind
  • alec is okay with wearing his glasses now
  • Client: We are calling to cancel our 2pm appointment. Sniffles is better.
  • Receptionist: Oh, good to hear! Are you sure you don't a doctor to take a look just in case? We close at 4 today.
  • Client: No. He's better.
  • 5 PM
  • Client: HELLO?! We are on our way now. Sniffles has been vomiting all day.
  • Me: I'm so sorry to hear that. Unfortunately we closed at 4 today, I'm alone finishing up paperwork, we aren't seeing appointments. Let me get you the info for the emergency clinic-
  • Client: We have been coming to you for years! I am coming down now.
  • Me: Ma'am. I understand you are worried but there is no staff here. You had an appointment and cancelled and now you need to go to the emergency hospital.
  • Client: I'm in the parking lot. You have to see me!
  • 7 PM
  • Me: ok. The radiographs are done. Everything looks normal.
  • Client: Why did that take so long?!
  • Me: I'm sorry you had to wait, I told you I am here alone so it takes a bit longer.
  • Client: So. Your saying I came for nothing?
  • Me: No ma'am. I'm saying based on my exam, the blood work, and the x-rays Sniffles appears fine. I can give him an anti-emetic and some fluids and-
  • Client: Unreal. Unreal! We came all this way and you can't find anything. He's sick! We're done. Let's go Sniffles.
  • Me: The good news there appears not to be a problem. I'll walk you up to the front and you can pay.
  • Client: 600 dollars?!
  • Me: That is exactly what was on the estimate. I had to charge you an after hours emergency fee plus x-rays and lab work. You signed for it all, see?
  • Client: I didn't know what I was signing! You took advantage of my grief! I refuse to pay. You knew how upset I was. I would have signed anything! You can bill my lawyer!

spacediino  asked:

whatthefuckwhattheFUck ur tags on the hannibal gif set destrOYED me I'm at the store either leave me alone or write the thing (sorry for yelling I love ur blog)

I’m happy you like my tags (linked here) and I have written the thing~

Will does not bring it up. Hannibal, mercifully, has not once tried to broach the subject though Will can see he wants to. If he did, Will would cancel every appointment, quit his job, and really commit to the hermit lifestyle he is practically living, too embarrassed to go on, but Hannibal doesn’t so Will gets to enjoy this aspect to their not quite doctor-patient and not quite whatever-they-are relationship.

They don’t talk about it and that’s good.

It’s Sunday, nearly seven in the morning. Will still has dried mud on his shoes from the crime scene yesterday. He hasn’t slept and he can hear Jack’s voice in his ear, asking for more and only getting from Will a few grunts and a few jumbled sentences that must have made a passable analysis of their killer for Jack to willingly send him back home.

Hannibal looks less surprised than he should with Will–red faced, sweating, dressed in the day before yesterday’s clothes, and unwilling to look him in the eye long enough to see the red in his irides–showing up at his door without calling.

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BTS Reaction (Mafia!Au)

A/N: Hey everyone! So Gaisho’s reaction post did so well, I wanted to try my hand at a reaction too! Mine’s a little darker so I hope you like it just as much D: ~Yosei

Scenerio: You knew your husband was into some not-so-legal stuff (leader of the Mafia). But once you find out what really is going on, you can’t handle it and run away. Your husband finds out and comes to take you back.


Originally posted by ats0shi

“Sir!” One of Jin’s men runs into his office, looking frantic. Jin looks up, an eyebrow raised waiting for him to continue. “Sir, it’s Y/N! She’s gone!” Jin stands up, a look of worry spreads across his face. “Bring the car around, we’re going to go find her.”

You were at the bus station with your luggage. It’s really late at night, so not many people are around. You had just recently found out that Jin wasn’t exactly who he said he was. Not being able to handle it, you packed your things and left. You see your bus coming down the street and you sigh with relief. But that was short lived when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. You’re met face to face with your handsome, mafia boss husband. He had look of worry and confusion mixed on his face. “Y/N, I was so worried!” He looks down at your bags and raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t planning on running away from me, were you?” He takes your bag from your hand and grabs your wrist, pulling you away from the bus stop. “Jagiya, I won’t hurt you I promise. Just please don’t leave me, I love you.”


Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Suga sighs and takes out his gun, positioning it against the man’s temple. “I don’t want to have to ask you again. Where is my money?” The man swallows the lump in his throat, terrified of Suga. “I-I told you, I-I have n-no idea!” Suga cocks the gun, making the man jump. “I have a house and wife I would like to get back to, so quit wasting my time.” Just then he hears a banging near the door way and looks up at his men. “Sir, that was Y/N. She took off down the hall.”

All you could do is run. Run as fast as your legs can take you. You knew your husband was into some bad stuff, but you had no idea he was the leader of the Mafia! You need to get out of here, fast. You see the door at the end of the hallway as you run towards it. Once you reach it, you throw open the door to reveal… oh shit. “Going somewhere, my love?” Suga raises an eyebrow and takes a step forward, backing you into one of his men. “Jagiya, I can’t have you running away from me. I love you, don’t you know that? We’ll have to up your security, I need to make sure you’re…safe at all times.”


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Where is she?! Where’s my wife?!” J-hope looks around the house, frantic. He came home hoping to spend some time with you, only to find out the man that’s supposed to be watching you was knocked out. “I-I don’t know, Sir. One minute she’s making dinner and the next, you’re waking me up.” J-hope’s temper rises, figuring out you were the one to knock the man unconscious. “Oh, she’s in for it when I find her.”

You were hiding out in a hotel not too far from your house. You were going through some of your husbands papers when you found some interesting information tying him to the Mafia. You couldn’t believe your sweet sunshine was the leader! Terrified, you had fled. You had planned to stay in the hotel until your brother came to pick you up the next morning. Just then you hear a knock at the door. Thinking it’s the room service you ordered, you make your way to the door and open it. You let out a shriek as you notice it was your husband. J-hope steps forward, backing you into the bed. “You really thought you could run from me, baby? Well, I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re my wife and marriage is til death do us part.” He grabs both your wrists and pulls you into a very tight hug. “I’m taking you home. Let’s go.”

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“God, I hate paperwork.” Rap Monster groans at his desk, slumped over a pile of paperwork. it’s very late and all he wanted to do was get back home to you. It’s been like this the past few days. Just then his door bursts open to reveal a very upset looking you. “Baby? What are you doing here?” You look down at his desk and notice the paper work he’s doing. Your eyes widen and you back up. “I-I knew it. You’re part of the Mafia.” You try to hide the tears as you turn and run.

Before Rap Monster could react, he hears you yelp and suddenly you’re brought back to his office by one of his men. “Sir, I think this belongs to you. She tried running for one of the cars.” Rap Monster sighs and stands up, walking over to you. He takes your chin in his hand, his thumb on your chin and his pointer finger tucked under. “Jagiya, why would you run from me? You should know I’m not going to let you go.” He releases you and nods to the man. “Take her home and watch her. I’m almost done and will be back soon. Then I’ll talk to her about her bad behavior.” He takes a seat at his desk again and gives you one last look, smirking. “I love you, Jagiya. I’ll see you at home.”


Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Jimin sighs at the dead man at his feet. All he wanted was to know where the drugs were but the man had to disrespect him like that. “Great, now I have to find one of their other men to interrogate. This is irritating and a waste of my time.” He glares at the ground.

“O-Oppa?” He hears a small voice from the door way. His eyes widen as he sees you, absolutely terrified. “B-Baby, what are you doing here?” You turn to run out the door but are caught by a body guard. Jimin walks slowly tawords you. “Baby, I know this looks bad.” He goes to take your hand but you pull it away, scared of touching him. He looks at you, heartbroken. “I’m not going to hurt you I promise. Please don’t run away from me, I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He gestures over to the body guard to take care of the dead man on the floor. “I’m cancelling all my appointments and I’ll be spending the rest of the day with you. I’m not letting you go anywhere, Jagiya.”


Originally posted by chokaivlicious

V sits at home counting his money in his office. He recently did a massive drug deal that went very well. ‘Now I’ll be able to take care of my family properly’. He smiles to himself. Just then you walk through the door, looking at him with a  questioning look. “Oppa, where did you get all that money?” V’s eye’s widen as he tries to hide it from you. “B-Baby, I didn’t know you were home.” You tilt your head. “Is that from the drug deal you had?” V opens his mouth in shock, not knowing how you found out about the drug deal.

You shake your head and scoff. “I knew it. I’m out of here.” You turn on your heel with your luggage and head for the door. You hear footsteps running after you and then a hand grabs your shoulder. “Baby, wait. Don’t leave.” V wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you to him. “I’m sorry I never told you. I just wanted to make enough money for us to live a good life.” You try to pull away from him but his grip tightens. “You’ll be happy, I promise. You’ll see. I’m not going to let you go that easily.”


Originally posted by igotbulletproof

Jungkook glares at the mess around his house. He had just come home, hoping you would have dinner ready for him so he can eat and then go to bed with you. But once he arrived home, all he found was a giant mess of paper strewn all over the floor. “Well, seems she’s found out what’s really going on.” He takes out his phone and dials a number. “I need a favor.”

You had run into the park. You don’t know why you were here, you just needed to get away as fast as possible. You had just found the paper work for a hitman. Jungkook, your beloved husband, actually hired a hitman to kill someone! You couldn’t belive it. Terrified, you had fled. You didn’t know where you would go, but you would figure it out. “Here you are, my love.” You hear the voice of your husband, making your whole body stiffen. You slowly turn around to see Jungkook staring at you, his eyes hard. “So now you know what I really do.” He takes a step forward, making you take a step back. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t try to run if I were you. I have my men all around, making sure you don’t run from me again.” Jungkook quickly approaches you, backing you up and pinning you to the tree behind you. “You’re mine, baby. You’re crazy to ever think I’d let you go. Looks like I’ll have to up your security. From now on, you’re with me no matter where I go.” He smirks, making your whole body shiver.

Dad!Shawn. Baby Fever

A/N: A little dad Shawn for you. Enjoy! Plus please send me requests, writers block sucks. 

Ever since Shawn found you that you were pregnant he has been way protective. Well, more than usual. 

When he found out you were having a little girl, it only got worse.

“Now I have my Queen and my Princess to take care of.” He would say when the topic came up. 

Fast Forward a bit and she’s now three. 

She’s got his brown curly hair and his brown eyes, but she’s got your sassy personality. 

You roll over ready to cuddle into your husbands chest but his side of the bed is empty. You sit up confused, checking the clock.

2:17 am

“Shawn?” You whisper out.

You hear nothing in response. 

The light to your bathroom is off, and he always leaves it on so you know he isn’t in there. 

You start to wonder out of your room, praying that he isn’t up late stressing about work again. 

You sneak into his office and notice that the room is dark and that he isn’t in there.

“Shawn?” You ask out again. 


You start moving down the hall, headed for the stairs thinking he got hungry and maybe ventured for a snack. 

But you hear him singing your daughters favorite song so you follow that sound. 

Her door is open slightly and you peak your head in. The light is off but her butterfly night light illuminates the room a soft pink. 

His back is to you and your baby girl is clinging to him as he rocks her softly back and forth, singing ‘Never Be Alone’ to her. You smile at the scene in front of you. 

You lean against the door frame and listen to him sing, secretly it’s your favorite song too. When she expressed for the first time that it was her favorite you weren’t surprised because that’s what you played on repeat when he was away while you were pregnant. 

He makes his swaying into a circle and sees your face. You smile at him but he is still singing softly. He now knows that his audience has gotten a little bigger. 

“Is she asleep?” He asks.

“Yeah, what happened?” You whisper walking to him slowly. He continues to sway her back and forth.

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and heard her crying. I ran in to see what was wrong, she always slept threw the night. She told me that she didn’t feel good, she’s running a fever.” He says in all one breath. 

“Ok.” You nod.

“I didn’t know what to do so I called mom.” He sighs looking at the floor.

“You called mom?” You ask. 

You’ve been calling Karen mom for years, being with Shawn since high school it just became the way you addressed her. The same for Manny, you call him dad.

“Yeah, it’s just my first response.” He shrugged slightly, hoping not to wake the sleeping toddler attached to his shoulder. 

“You could have woken me up.” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah that’s what mom said.” He chuckles. “Anyway, she told me to give her some Tylenol and change her into cooler pajamas.” He says, making you notice the new ‘Moana’ jamies she is now in. 

“Wanna know a secret.” You whisper.


“I would have called mom too.” You laugh.

“See, I knew I was doing the right thing.” He laughs lightly.

“Honey you should put her down and go to sleep too. You have to be in the studio in the morning. I’ll call my boss tomorrow morning and let her know I can’t make it in.” You start off before he cuts you off.

“I already talked to Andrew, I cancelled my studio appointment.” He says as she hides her face into his neck. He smiles slightly.

“Shawn, why did you do that? You’re writing,” You start to protest.

“You have that big meeting tomorrow, all I am gonna be doing is sitting in a room messing with chords on my guitar. I can do that at home while she sleeps.” He says shutting your argument up. 

“Thank you.” You smile at him. He’s so thoughtful.

“Go back to bed babe, I got her.” He nods.

“You can come back to bed too, she’s asleep.” You say putting your hands on your hips.

“Yeah I know, I just want to hold her a bit longer.” He says so soft you almost can’t hear it.

“Ok.” You says rubbing his shoulder before walking out of her room back to yours.


<The Next Morning> 

You wake up and Shawn is still not in bed. You decide to let it go and get ready for your day. You take a shower and do your hair and make up before heading downstairs. 

Walking into the kitchen you see Shawn on the couch, asleep, with your daughter laying on his stomach, also asleep. You smile at them and take a quick picture with your phone, setting it as your new background. 

Your whole world is sleeping on the couch in front of you and you curse the fact that you have to leave for work. 

You walk over quietly and kiss the side of your daughters head softly and then your husbands forehead. 

“I love you both.” You whisper before leaving for work. 


<Once you get home>

“I know mom, I just don’t know what to do anymore. She isn’t getting better.” You hear Shawn. “Yes I’m stressing out, my baby is sick.” He says frustrated. You slip your shoes off and start walking to the kitchen. “Soon,” He says looking at the clock, he catches your gaze and you can see him relax. “Or now, she just walked in.” He says. He starts listening and then hands you the phone.

“Hey Mom.” You smile taking the phone.

“Hey Y/n” She says, calmly. “So miss Y/d/n is sick huh?”

“Honestly I haven’t been home or up long enough to assess her.” You say instantly feeling guilty. 

“I heard, I understand. Same thing happened when Shawn was her age.” She says making you feel better.

“Explain it to me?” You say. 

“Sounds to me that she has an ear infection. Wouldn’t shock me, Shawn had those all the time as a baby.” She says, you can imagine her smile.

“So we should take her in?” You ask.

“Yeah, just to be safe. They’ll give you some antibiotics for it and she should be better in the next few days.” She explains.

“Ok, thanks mom. Means a lot.” You say noticing your stressed out husband watching you intently.

“Ok, tell me how it goes.” She says before bidding her goodbyes and then hanging up. 

“Well?” Shawn asks. 

“Want me to take her in, so you can rest?” You ask grabbing your shoes.

“No I’m coming.” He says right on your trail. You agree and you both get her ready and take her to the ER. You drive so Shawn can sit in the back next to her. 


<After ER Visit>

“I’m gonna go get the antibiotics” Shawn says standing up from the couch. 

You guys had just gotten home from the ER and your baby was asleep next to you on the couch. She has been diagnosed with an ear infection, just like Mom had thought.

“Ok, can you get some orange juice?” You ask as he grabs his keys.

“Of course.” He says before walking out. 

Not even five minutes after he is gone Y/d/n wakes up and starts crying. 

“Wheres daddy?” She asks with tears running down her chubby face. You feel your heart break seeing her brown eyes so tearful.

“He went to get the stuff that’s gonna make you feel better baby.” You coo letting your hand comb through her hair.

“Can you hold me?” She asks blinking heavily.

“Of course baby.” You smile as she crawls into your lap. “You want me to sway you the way daddy does?” You ask and she nods. You pick her up and she clings to you the way she did Shawn. You start swaying and grab your phone and start playing her song and she calms down instantly. 

You continue to sway her and she asks you to sing to her. You turn your phone music off and hear the melody in your head as you softly sing her ‘Never Be Alone’. You will never match the way Shawn can do it but she falls asleep as you sing to her. 

“Ok that’s the cutest thing ever.” Shawn says setting a bag on the counter. You turn and look at him and see him smiling. “When did she wake up?” He asks.

“Five minutes after you left. Asked for Daddy, guess I’m second best.” You tease and he looks at you telling you that he didn’t like that joke. 

“You are not second best.” He says putting the orange juice into the fridge.

“I know, she’s just a Daddies girl.” You smile at him. He smiles too and starts to read the instructions for her meds. 

“God, she’s gonna hate me when I make her take this nasty pink shit. I know I hated it.” He groans.

“Want me to make her take it?” You ask him. He looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“No I got it.” He says. 

“Come take her.” You say to him. He walks over and you transfer her to his arms. 

“I said I got it.” He says as you walk to the counter.

“Yeah but your eyes said something else.” You grab the liquid and her sippy cup full of orange juice and walk over to them. “Baby.” You rub her shoulder.

“What Momma?” She whispers.

“Daddy got the stuff that will make you feel better. You just gotta drink this stuff and then I have some juice for you.” You say as she opens her big brown eyes. “Then Daddy is gonna sing to you.” You smile knowing that that will get her to take it. She nods and then you hand her the medicine and she takes it like a champ. She doesn’t even complain about the taste. 

“Did she take it?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah like two minutes ago” You say as she hands you her sippy cup. 

“She didn’t even complain.” He says confused.

“Yeah well I didn’t either when I had to take that.” You say walking to the kitchen. 

“Well we know where she got her personality from.” He winks at you. You smile and wash out her sippy cup. 

“Just sing Mendes.” You say as you start to walk up stairs. He follows you and takes her to your room. He lays on his back with his baby laying on his stomach. 

“C’here babe.” He says waving you over. You crawl into bed and he holds you with his free arm. 

“Got my Queen and my Princess, what else could I ask for.” He smiles down at you. 

Room 316 (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + a little fluff; CEO!seungcheol

pairing: reader/seungcheol

summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.


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“I’m not gonna ask you if you still want this tattoo because I’ve waited far too long for this day.”

Harry said seriously, making you roll your eyes playfully, propping your face with your hand on the table.

“You’re a tattoo artist, Harry. You’re kinda supposed to ask that.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes on you too before putting his tight black gloves on, running them through his hair.

“But I, have exceptions. You’re my wife and I wouldn’t let this go past.”

“I know, but still ask me.”

“And I know your answer before you could even say it!” he laughed, pinching your cheek.

“Ask me or I’ll go to Ed for this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He shook his head, squeezing black ink on a container, slightly shaking for it to flatten even though it’s not purely liquid.

“I’m serious, Harry.”

He sighed heavily, blowing out his hair with an amused but slightly annoyed expression on his face, knowing that you’re serious.

“Are you sure about this tattoo, baby?”

You grinned, finally getting what you want.


“See?” Harry flailed his arms around with a feigned look of shock in his face, getting a needle from a container he was sterilizing it with, wiping the liquid before installing it on the tattoo gun.

“But I do like your choice of a tattoo.”

“No, you love it.”

“Because, you’ll be getting your husband’s initials which is of course written by him, tattooed on your wrist, by himself.”

He added emphasis on each word to rub the facts on you, each passing second being a lot more entertaining than you expected it to be.

Especially of what he did to commemorate this day, he cancelled all his appointments for the day, the two of you being the only two people in his shop.

He already put the sticker stencil on you, pulling it after he set all his materials ready so he wouldn’t need to squint if some letters were smudged.

Harry was so enthralled by your idea.

H.S on your wrist.

He tapped the pedal a few times to see if it’s going well, and it is. You weren’t able to hide some of the nervousness you were feeling.

“Would you like the truth that it would hurt or would you like the lie that it’s not going to?”

You shot him a straight look, making him raise his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to cheer you up.”

“It’s not working!”

Harry apologized at his will, hugging you from behind before running his hands on your arms.

“We’re gonna start, love, okay?”


He grabbed your wrist gently, massaging it a few times before looking at you again, the tattoo gun on his left hand.

“Just look at me, okay? Not the tattoo.”

“Oka — but don’t look at me because you wouldn’t know what you’re doing if you did!”

He chuckled, his hand going through your hair.

“Of course.”

He looked at you for the last time before pressing his foot against the pedal, dipping the gun in ink before coming in contact with your wrist, making you slightly writhe in your seat because of the unfamiliar feeling.

“It’s coming close, love. You’re doing good.”

A few minutes passed with you not being still on your seat and Harry keeping you still, it going on until he took the final wipe of it, and grinning.

“Besides my promise, I’m permanently with you.”

Harry kept smiling, putting a piece of wrap over your tattoo and pulling out a small tube of cream.

You looked at it, adorning the way it fit you so perfectly.

Little did you know, Harry was looking at you the whole time, a grateful look on his face he always has.

“Hey, I love you.”

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Impromptu Prompt Will you write 'I thought you were dead' fic? Bonus for lots of Kissing? Pretty please and many thanks! 💙

It’s awkward at first, pretending she doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl, but after a few months she settles into it.

‘I’m going to be late for lunch - bus is stuck in traffic :( <3 :( ’ Kara texts her, and Lena just snorts and turns on the TV to find out what disaster Supergirl is stopping today. It doesn’t hurt her feelings - she doesn’t worry anymore that Kara doesn’t trust her, or that it’s a secret because she’s a Luthor. Their friendship is good, maybe the best thing in Lena’s life, and she’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t doubt Kara. Kara’s face is an open book, and the way that it lights up whenever she sees Lena says more than anything else could.

So there’s no hurt anymore at all. It’s more like…. politely pretending not to notice that someone has spilled ketchup on their shirt. Lena doesn’t want to breach Kara’s privacy or make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t point out that there’s no reason for Kara to be on a bus when CatCo is in walking distance of L Corp. Instead she goes back to the data analysis report she was reading, keeping one fond eye on the news.

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prom || part 1 || peter parker x reader

this is so stupid and unnecessary and just so bad smh i just got the idea and went with it. if i get enough comments tho saying y'all want a part two, I’m down. AND BY THE WAY THANK YOU FOR 450 FOLLOWERS WTF YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY ILY GUYS SM THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME AND MY STUPID SCHEDULE AND OVERALL STUPIDNESS!!!!!! ANYWAY on with the story

tags : @running-outta-time @munalisax @i-just-wanna-run-hell

words : 2508

warnings : brief scene of attempted rape (goes as far as “He hooked his fingers over my pants to pull them down” then stops there. If you feel uncomfortable, please skip over that part. I don’t want to make any of you guys upset or anything of the kind. Thank you.)

Part 2



Originally posted by tomshollandss

The train ride to Midtown High was nothing short of uneventful. The day had been gloomy and wet; rain pouring from every direction.

Walking into the school, kids had been wringing out their hair and sweaters. Most looked upset that the weekend had ended and week had begun with such a slow start.

You, despite trudging your way into the school and class, had felt happy. The rain was something you like a lot; it was something your family chastised you for, but you found joy in the grey clouds and incessant tapping of the water.

When you’d plopped down in English class, you placed your elbow on the desk and leaned your chin in the palm of your hand, staring in front of you with a dazed look. A boy had been sitting in front of you; one who you admired very much.

Peter Parker was one of the best students in Midtown High. He was only a Sophomore too, as you were, and he never ceased to correct teachers when they made mistakes presenting. He was a member of the Decathlon team, led by Liz Allan; everyone knew he liked her. A lot.

You couldn’t help but stare at the boy everyday, anytime you could. You liked how his brown hair fell into his eyes at times, and his chocolate brown eyes would widen in confrontation by Flash Thompson, or a teacher, or anyone really. You remember when he used to have a stutter back when you’d first seen him in the fifth grade.

Speaking between the two of you stayed to a minimum; he didn’t know you all that well, the occasional project only ever happening where the two of you would talk.

As it turns, today, things were going to change.

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“The government had previously announced it would cut the budget for Obamacare’s navigator program by 41 percent. But right now, the program has no funding at all. Last year’s grants ran out on September 1, and the administration still has not awarded next year’s money.

The sudden funding halt comes at a critical time for the Affordable Care Act. Navigator groups were just beginning to ramp up outreach for the health law’s open enrollment period, which begins November 1. Now, some have done an about-face: They’ve canceled outreach work and appointments with potential enrollees because they have no budget to cover those costs.”

Single Bed Part 2

Hey guys! So I will not be able to post any more of The Game this weekend, I am so sorry, I put all the blame on finals. As soon as I get it done, I will post it! Hopefully no later than next weekend. But a lot of you have been asking me to do more of Single Bed, so here’s another part! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: mission, injury, fluff, language, teeny weensy bit of angst

Summary: You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while, pushing you to think about what he means to you.

Part 1

Originally posted by sithlordalice

After hearing Bucky’s confession and sharing your own secret, sleep hadn’t really been an option. Your mind was buzzing, trying to figure out how it could all go wrong, or maybe how it could all go right. You didn’t realize you wondered the night away until the sunrise started to peak through the curtains of the hotel room.

You picked your head up to look over Bucky’s body at the clock on the night stand. 5AM. There was no point in going to sleep now, the jet was going to take you home in a couple hours. 

You sighed and fell back to your side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You played with the tag on the corner of the comforter, twisting and pulling it with your fingers. You knew that with the way the universe was treating you right now, Bucky would wake up the second you looked over at him and wonder why the hell you were watching him sleep. But you could only fight that urge for so long.

You shifted your eyes his way, like if your head didn’t move, no one could prove you were actually looking at him. You sighed, feeling completely ridiculous, and turned on your side to face him. When you did, you felt your heart leap into your throat. 

He looked peaceful, almost untouched. You were surprised he even trusted the world enough to fall asleep in it anymore. Looking at his closed eyes, you suddenly missed the blue, almost wishing he would wake up and look at you.

He was lying on his back, the arm closest to you held up behind his head, and the other one resting on his stomach. It was like he was unconsciously inviting you to move over a couple inches and lay your head on his shoulder and rest your hand on his chest.

Before that urge also became too strong, you slid out from under the covers and grabbed your suit to change into. You tried to think of anything else while you changed, and threw your hair into its usual pony tail. It reminded you of what Bucky had said last night and you decided to cancel the appointment you had made to get your hair cut next week.

While you made breakfast, you listed groceries in your head and reminded yourself you had laundry to do, and decided what to get the whole team for Christmas next year. Anything to keep your mind off Bucky. 

You set a stool next to the window and counted the cars passing by as you ate the eggs you made. Thirty-six, thirty-seven…

“You’re up early.” His voice was rough and low, tempting you to throw yourself out the window so you could continue counting the cars from there. 

“Yeah, I got hungry,” you lied. “Those are for you,” you said pointing to the plate of eggs on the counter with your fork, while you watched him pull his green sweatshirt over his head. 

“Thank you,” he said, sinking a fork into them and taking a bite. “They’re really good,” he said. You didn’t miss his eyes briefly widen a bit in surprise. 

“Thanks. I know that’s how you like ‘em.”

“Hm?” he let out with a cocked brow while he scarfed the food.

“I am your partner, there are certain things I should know. You’re weak on your left, you throw a good hook, you prefer a 22 if you even use it, you like your eggs over easy.”

He chuckled as he took your empty plate from you and started washing the dishes in the sink. “So, I’m weak on my left?”

Your grin was so wide it almost split your face. That was the closest he had ever come to making a joke. “Despite the metal, yeah.”

You saw him shake his head and hide a smirk. He turned off the sink and spun to lean on the counter. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just for breakfast. You’re a good partner, (Y/N).” He eyes studied the floor and his long hair fell into his face. He quickly pushed it behind his ear and you noticed the gash on his cheek was gone.

“Jesus, you heal so fast.” 

Before he could lift his eyes and question, you were inches away from him with your fingers tracing over his skin where a scar should be. He watched you study him with awe. He wasn’t used to anyone being this close to him, especially you.

“Is that why you did it? Because you would heal faster than me?” Your eyes met his as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you continued. “I know you took that bullet for me. You shouldn’t have. I can take care of myself,” you said turning away from him and pushing the stool by the window back into its place at the table.

“We’re partners, we take care of each other.”

“No.” Frustration started to bubble in your chest like a shaken bottle of soda, and your voice was rising, along with your temper. “You take care of yourself first. You have my back if I need it.” 

“You needed it.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“(Y/N), that bullet would’ve gone right through you. It would’ve killed you.”

“It could’ve killed you!”

“Hey.” As always, his voice was steady, which infuriated you even more before you tuned into what he was saying. “Calm down, take a breath, (Y/N), it’s okay.” His eyes were suddenly soft, and his brow full of concern. You looked down at your comparatively small hands violently shaking in his, and watched them become a blur with unshed tears.  

“But you-you could’ve-”

“Shhh, don’t think that way. Everything’s fine.” He encased you in a hug, like a shield from the outside world. You wrapped your arms around his waist, depending on him to hold you up. 

“Bucky, I-”

“I know. Listen, you’re overtired and stressed about the plane. We’ll be home in a couple hours, okay? Just sit here, and I’ll go give our bags to the pilot.” He placed you on the bed like a rag doll and fished his suit out of his bag. “I’m gonna go change.”

“Bucky, can you just-”

“Yeah. I’ll sit with you.” he said, sitting next to you and pulling you to him while he ran his fingers through your ponytail. 

Sure, you knew how he liked his eggs cooked, but Bucky could just about read your mind. He never missed a thing.

Final Part


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