OKAY I REALLY, really dont draw animals like EVER but this was a really cute ask SO I GAVE IT A TRY SLDKFJLDS i tried making jasper a giant golden crowned flying fox and pearl a gambian epauletted fruit bat
since i dont feel confident in my animal drawing skills here are some batty jaspearl chibs too lol
I swear the In a heartbeat fandom is split into four sections
¼th: “It’s not Yaoi, STOP SEXUALIZING CHILDREN!”
¼th: “Look at these homophobic comments on the video wow I can’t believe Christians what the-”
¼th: super cute fan art and redraws and I saw a few adorable comics in there that made my heart grow three sizes.
¼th: *giggles* “Dorian Gay”
I want everyone in the phandom to do something for me. This is important!
I want you to expect nothing. I know this sounds ridiculous, and I’m not trying to stop your conspiracy theories. I do, however, want you to stop expecting everything to be a big thing. I don’t say this to be rude. I would love for everything dnp did to be a big (positive) thing. But, sometimes, there is no hidden meaning. Sometimes, things are exactly as they seem.
I say this because, when you expect nothing, then something- anything- is a pleasant surprise. Everything they do or say lately, you guys take it up about 500 notches, then when something happens that’s about 10 notches, everyone is disappointed. Imagine how awesome things would be if you just accepted news as it came, and didn’t let it give you anxiety or spend every extra moment waiting for some huge revelation.
I’m not saying to not get excited over things. I’m super excited for their joint liveshow on Thursday. But, some of the things I’ve seen from people is kind of distressing. You’re letting yourselves get freaked out over nothing. They might have something to reveal, they might not. But, if you’re expecting them to say they’re married, have a dog, and bought a house on a hill somewhere no one can ever find them- you’re going to be disappointed. However, if you have no real expectations, then them saying the phrase “we’re going on a little trip to Scotland” is going to be really fucking exciting.
This post is not for the people just casually talking about this stuff, but for the people I’ve seen today that are talking about actually having anxiety over this. It’s for the people who have decided- 100% for sure- that they’re coming out. You’re going to be disappointed. Just enjoy whatever this is for whatever it is. Expect nothing.
A year in the lives of Emma and Regina, falling in love all the way through and doing every bit of it backwards.
Emma reaches for Regina’s hand again, but Regina’s moved her ice cream to it instead. “Though, I mean, if I were into women, your mom would definitely be first on my list,” she tells Henry.
“I’m flattered,” Regina says dryly.
Her voice sounds a little strained, and Emma tries to lighten the tone. She hadn’t thought Regina would be uncomfortable with the idea of…well, Henry has two mommies, but the Enchanted Forest had seemed a little regressive. “What? Are you saying I’m not on your list?”
“Yes, Emma,” Regina says, and she barks out a choked laugh of her own. “If I were into women, you would definitely be on my list.”
It was late Friday night when you got the phone call. Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA. You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.
It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang. Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.
“Hi Laura,” you answered.
“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.
“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.
“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.
“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.
“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.
“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.
“Ashley, what the hell’s going on? You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.
“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.
“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door. You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.
“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please. But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”
“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.
Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.
“Can I help you?” She asks.
You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”
“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.
“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.
“Right, okay. He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen. The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now. If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.
You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.
“We need IV fluids stat—“
“I need to get this leg stabilized—“
“Not until we take care of that laceration!”
It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors. There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt. Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on. They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand. And then there’s Josh. You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough. He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping. Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.
You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.
They keep pushing him along in the stretcher. Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again. You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark. Josh needed you.
“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back. You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use. You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.
“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.
“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room. You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.
It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you. He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.
“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.
“You’re Y/N?” he asks. You nod back quickly. “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head. It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now. That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids. After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.
You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said. It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you. You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.
“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”
“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again. “But not since they took him back.”
“What did the doctor say?” she asked.
“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”
“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours. I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”
“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”
“Good. Just stay there. Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.
“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”
“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.
You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone. You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio. You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.
It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you. In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could. You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.
Tyler and Jenna arrive first. They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.
“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you. They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug. You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.
“We got here first. There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats. We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail. What the hell happened?” Tyler says.
“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”
“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”
You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.
“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”
Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about. Music. The band. You. He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”
You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.
Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.
“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.
“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.
“Okay,” you nodded.
“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”
You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.
You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”
He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”
“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.
“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”
Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”
“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.
“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.
You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley. You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.
“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”
“He’s stable,” you said.
“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”
You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors. You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight. The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.
“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.
Just then, the doctor reemerges. “Ah, family I presume?”
“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm. “How is he?”
“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”
Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”
“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.
“Go ahead,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”
You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.
You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.
Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.
You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna. They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”
You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y
When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.
You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder. “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”
You immediately shake your head. “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”
Laura nods before sighing. “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave. “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.
Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed. “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.
When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.
“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.
“You need to go,” The nurse says.
You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream. “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.
You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.
“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”
“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”
All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone. You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together. But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.
It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.
“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.
You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”
“He’s stable again,” she says.
“Can I see him?”
“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.
“I need to see him!” you argue. “I need to call Laura—“
“What and wake her up too? You all need rest.”
You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.
The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.
The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert. “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”
They all nodded and thanked the doctor.
The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.
Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.
One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.
“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”
All three of them nodded.
“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”
Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.
You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.
By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.
“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”
You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.
“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”
You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”
Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.
She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”
“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”
Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.
“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.
“Yeah,” you smiled.
“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.
You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”
“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”
Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”
You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.
“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.
Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.
You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh. You took his hand in yours again, “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes. Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”
Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.
“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.
“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore. Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”
Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”
Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.
“I’ll be here too, promise.”
The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.
Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.
“Hi,” you smiled.
Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.
“Water?” you asked.
“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.
Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.
You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”
“How?” Josh asked.
You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”
“I’m so tired,” he sighed.
You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”
“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.
It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.
Everyone visited constantly throughout the day. Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now. When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.
“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.
“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked. No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.
“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”
“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”
“What happened to the other driver?”
You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”
Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.
“I almost died too?”
“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining. They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing. I thought I was going to lose you. It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.
Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.
“It was that bad?”
“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” you said.
“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.
“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.
“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what? Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon, Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.
You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”
Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”
Dean’s words echoed my own thoughts. I gripped the girl’s arms tighter behind her back, my eyes trained on the edge of the demon blade that Dean had pressed firmly against the skin on her throat.
“Demons follow orders, make deals, they don’t sit down for family dinner and talk politics.” Dean pressed the blade further down, “So I’ll ask one more time; what’s your play here?”
“All you hunters are the same,” she spat. “Kill this, stab that. Bad demon.” She flipped her head to shake the stray hair from her eyes, “I would think you, Dean Winchester, of all people, would understand that we’re not all the same.”
Since I wanna write about Tony being a fuckin nerd with a robot tie I’M DOIN’ IT and virtually none of u can stop me bc i love my idea (pt. 1??)
Steve Rogers was in a band. No one thought he would be in one because he was an art student in high school who was so asthmatic that he couldn’t even fast-walk without an inhaler at his side. And then in college he got big. Like, football big. But the man still had two left feet when it came to sports, so he was regretfully passed on.
It started when Bucky accidentally forgot to unlock him out of the dorm room and left for a two-hours-away concert with Clint. Steve had already sent him a text, and Sam would retrieve him in the morning. Maybe. But Steve had nothing to do besides read his textbooks (not likely), watch TV (he had just marathoned an auction show, so no) or learn something. He chose guitar.
He has to google it. He starts practicing. He likes it, even if the strings make his hands all rough. It’s rhythm. He just plays all night. Learns a couple of chords.
Steve starts getting pretty good.
He joins a band. It’s Bucky, Clint, and Sam. They’re called the Howling Commandos after Steve’s grandfather’s troop in World War II. “That’s bitchin’,” Clint comments. “We have to do that.” The group mutually agrees on it, and so it becomes.
It’s supposed to be a local college thing. They perform stuff from Led Zeppelin and AC/DC and all the classic rock stuff, occasional softie being thrown in there. Bucky’s voice is made for raspy singing and hard rock, something Steve can’t do. He cannot sing for shit. Like, at all. He can hum. But he can work the guitar. Bucky just jokes and says “yeah, he’s got artist hands.” Which is true. He does. His fingers are nimble and Steve can shred like nobody’s business.
They blow up after Sam, new member and all around Best Guy, releases a snippet on his Twitter to promote the band going to the pub. Way more people show up. “If you’re going to advertise, get a bigger bar,” Hill snipes as she wipes off spilled tequila. “Tequila’s coming out of your payment.”
“Better drink some then,” Clint says.
The Howling Commandos start performing at other venues. A record label picks them up. They’re the warm-up band for a bigger one. And it goes from there.
They become a household name overnight. People ask you who your favorite is, if you’re going to the concert. Steve doesn’t want to be stereotyped as the Apple Pie Lifestyle Dude. While he doesn’t mind it, he gets a feeling that’s what he’s gonna get all his life. So he mixes it up. Comes out on stage with eyeliner around his eyes, making already icy eyes explode. He wears his beat-up leather jacket and works on not smiling like Mr. Rogers. Bucky thinks it’s an improvement.
“Damn you look different,” Bucky says with a grin. “Like you’re actually gonna win a fight.”
Natasha Romanoff is not invincible when it comes to music she likes. She forced Tony to listen to classical music for a week straight because she was so moved by Tchaikovsky one day. She likes music. The Howling Commandos caught her eye because they’re right up her alley: classic rock without coming off as an asshole. Plus, it helps that both Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have launched themselves into the audience to stop a pervert or to help someone who is having difficulty. They’re nice people. Natasha finds it adorably disgusting. (And if she has a thing for Barnes, then that’s her business.)
She knows Clint Barton. They went to high school together and kept in contact. She was one of the only classmates to think that he was worth something and that he wasn’t gonna end up as a hobo somewhere.
He got her in for free, front row. With a friend. So she chose Tony, naturally. If she brought anyone else, she wouldn’t have as much fun.
Of course, Tony comes as he is. “Hi!” He says brightly. They’re taking his flashy Maserati so they know that Natasha means business. (Also so she can look famous and badass while walking out of the car with her held-together-with-safety-pins shirt and her ripped jeans and scuffed boots. It’s thirteen year old her’s dream.)
Tony did not change into his Prescribed Hot Clothes. No, he’s still wearing his stupid “I’m Not Just a Businessman, I’m a Cool Businessman” attire, which meant he looked like a goofy teacher with a button-down and his robot tie.
“I’m gonna die of embarrassment,” Natasha says. “Where’s your AC/DC shirt?”
“In the wash,” Tony says with a shrug. “Rock isn’t about your outfit, it’s about your attitude.” Natasha snorts as she gets in the car.
“You’re such a dork.” Tony smiles. She plugs in the aux cord. He calls one song groovy and starts humming along to one she was playing earlier.
“I like this one.”
“It’s called Falling Off a Jet. I like it.”* Natasha is more nervous than she looks. She makes sure that she has her ticket and Tony’s in her purse more than once. They get in no problem. Tony smiles at the security guard. They get front seats with fancy drinks and food that Tony pays for.
The intro band is good. Natasha thinks they have potential. Tony keeps saying he likes one of the member’s neon pink shoes ironically. He dabs once. “I cannot believe I’m your friend,” Natasha groans.
“I’m in with the kids,” Tony says. “I’m a Cool Engineer. Peter told me so.”
“Peter would kill the president for you, his opinion means nothing.”
The band comes on. Natasha has to admit that Bucky Barnes’ Murder Strut makes her feel some type of way.
Tony…he’s in awe. Because here’s this blondie with icy eyes and a leather jacket, guitar slung across his body. He’s grinning as he looks out at the crowd.
“Nat, which one is that? Is that Clint?”
“No, Clint’s the one who just tripped,” Natasha says. “That’s Steve Rogers. He plays guitar. He’s scarily good at it.” Tony files the information away for later use.
Steve Rogers doesn’t notice Tony Stark at first. It’s only when he bends down to get the bottle of water that he hears someone laugh and it’s loud and sincere and he looks over and…
There’s a cute guy. He’s in a button-down and a tie with something on it. Steve kind of wants to see what’s on it. He moves a bit closer. He thinks they’re robots. Interesting.
The concert goes off without a hitch. Sharon’s interns have the lights downpat and Clint doesn’t trip again. Sam gets to sing quite a few songs, making some ladies and men scream as his mellow voice fills the stage. He keeps his eye on Cute Tie Dude.
After the concert, Clint tells them that some friends are dropping in to say hi and meet them.
It’s Cute Tie Dude!
Steve looks like shit. His eyes look like a raccoon’s, he’s drenched in sweat, and is currently in a shirt that is advertising some stupid tourist attraction that Clint swears he saw a ghost at.
“This is Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark,” Clint says. Natasha’s stare lingers a bit longer on Bucky. Steve already knows that’s gonna go well. Tony steps up.
“I uh, liked the guitar,” he says. “Oh no, I’m sure everyone says that…”
“It’s fine,” Steve offers. “Uh, thank you. That means a lot to me.” Clint and Sam snort.
“Loverboy,” Sam mouths at Steve.
“Asshole,” Steve mouths right back. “So…Stark. Happen to be affiliated with Stark Enterprises?”
“That’s my company,” Tony says. “That’s why I wore the robot tie today. I was giving tours to some schools.” Goddammit he’s too cute abort mission Steve–
“That’s so cool,” Steve says. “How were the tours?”
And this is how Tony eventually tunes Steve’s guitar to just the right notes and fixes Sharon’s wonky light (”I think I’m in love with you,” Sharon says seriously to him, and he blushes he motherfucking blushes) and also blushes whenever Steve compliments him.
“I had a great time talking to you,” Steve says. “You’re…great. Awesome.” Tony’s face turns red. He looks adorable.
“Well thank you,” he says, smiling. “You weren’t too bad yourself, Rogers. You have to tell me the story of how the band formed sometime, yeah?” Steve nods.
“Here’s my number,” He says, holding out his phone. “I…I’d like to talk to you some more, if you wouldn’t mind terribly.”
They’re such fucking dorks. They send each other dog memes and Tony calls him to tell him that he bought another vintage painting of flowers because “it reminded me of you Steven, don’t you dare scold me” and Steve sends him presents from wherever they perform with a handwritten card and Tony sends him flowers and postcards.
“You guys are such dorks,” Natasha says one night when they’re finally watching a movie together.