He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.
“Nursey,” Jack says again.
The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.
“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”
At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.
Peter, in full Spider Man costume, dropped onto a roof and ducked behind an AC unit, holding his right arm tight to his chest.
It hurt, oh man it hurt and he could hardly draw a breath between the pain and his binder was too tight today and honestly he thought he might pass out if he couldn’t get laying down somewhere safe. But on this side of the city he was minimum twenty minutes of swinging, and close to an hour taxi ride from the safety of Aunt Mays apartment.
He dropped his head back against the AC unit and tried to suck in a deep breath, tried not to scream when everything seized up. His arm, his chest…this was a horrible day.
And he was late for his injection, which made everything worse. He was supposed to take it last night, and had passed out exhausted before he remembered and then had ran out the door late to school and now here he was several hours later.
“What’s up, Spidey?” A deep voice startled him, but not as much as the red and black masked face that poked around the corner. “I’m sensing a damsel in distress.”
“Go away, Deadpool.” Peter flinched behind his mask at the ‘damsel’ comment. “I’m fine.”
“Liar!” Deadpool crowed and moved to kneel in front of him. “Who knew our friendly neighborhood Spider Man lied like a fat kid stealing cake?”
“Please.” Peter bit out. “Please. Leave.”
“Hey.” Deadpool’s voice dropped, softened. “You’re not alright, alright? Plus you’re like twelve, and I just can’t leave a twelve year old superhero alone and hurting on the roof somewhere. Where’s your dad?”
“The Iron Giant.” Deadpool said impatiently. “I heard he looks out for you.”
“Don’t want him to know.” Peter was starting to feel a little lightheaded, lack of oxygen and the pain radiating up his arm making him dizzy. “And I’m not twelve.”
“Well you certainly aren’t eighteen.” Deadpool looked around, then seemed to come to a decision. “Well, I live close by, want to come to my place? We can get you patched up and–”
I recently read this great post by @starsinursa and also because I made myself (and @tinkdw who might or might not be
interested in this post?) cry with this musing I wanted to think more about how exactly Castiel perceives himself
regarding the Winchesters and how much he thinks he actually means to
I feel that he doesn’t get it at all and I think that this might be
due to the different concepts of expressing one’s love Dean and
Castiel have (I’m also pretty sure there have already been metas
written about it but I can’t find them right
Dean isn’t able (most of the time) to
actually voice the feelings he has without masking them behind anger,
worry, etc. and instead opts for spending quality time, but Cas
doesn’t see it as the love declaration it tries to be. Now
I want to put a disclaimer here and say that I don’t think that
Dean (and Sam) don’t love Cas,
not by a long shot, I just want to explain what I thinkCastiel may
let’s start at
the end of Season 11. Dean is going to die; he accepted this. And
what does Cas say? “I could go with you” (I’m
not crying, you’re crying). For him,
this is the ultimate proof of his love: to follow Dean wherever he
will go, even in death. But Dean can’t accept this – and
Castiel, instead giving him the order to look after his little
Cas, even though he’s rebelled against heaven, accepts that order
without any question whatsoever. Because he is very focused on things
he hears – and in heaven, orders were basically all they had.
Quality time? Giving gifts? What is this? Cas
doesn’t know this and doesn’t get it.
now Cas has gotten his order and he fails to obey it. He gets
banished, Sam gets kidnapped, and
when Cas, Dean and Mary are
working together to bring Sam back
he’s very eager but
it’s all very dog-like. Dean says (in regard to Dr. Marion) “Don’t
hurt him. Not yet.”, Mary instead gives
him the order to “Hurt him.”. And Cas obeys. No questions
asked. He is very violent, which I feel is very un-cas-like
behaviour. But he still does it because
he wants to fix his mistakes.
they finally find Sam and bring him back, Cas has his conversation
with Mary about how he is still not sure he belongs there. Because
yeah, they’ve told him he’s family, he’s their brother, but all
Cas gets from this are orders.
And of course, why wouldn’t he believe
that this is what family is like because this is what he has
experienced in heaven for millennia (I also think this is a reason
why Cas is so willing to accept Mary into his family because she fits
right in AND why I think that Cas being
brothers-in-arms-like with the Winchesters doesn’t cut it because
it doesn’t help him or offer him a new perspective).
that, Cas leaves because he still hasn’t fix all of his mistakes.
He wants to find Lucifer, and in extension later in the season Kelly
and Jack, to finally fix his mistakes and “come back with a win”
because he still feels that everything he does fails.
how does Dean take that? Not well. Because, for him, spending quality
time (giving him coffee, inviting him to breakfast knowing full well
he doesn’t eat) is the ultimate love declaration and Cas in turns
rejects that in
order to leave. Urgh. But instead of telling him that and asking him
to stay because
he needs him and loves him and please just stay I have some free
space on the bed
(I’m sorry I got carried away) he is angry and instead talks about
the topics he deems safe, not noticing how much further he rejects
Cas along the way.
look at some conversations they had/things
Dean said, for example in 12x10:
“Gotta make sure you don’t do anything else stupid.” - which of
is not the reason why he wants to go on that mission but this is what
Cas hears. He already knows he’s failed at everything, the thing he
thought was right (killing Billie for them) get’s rejected too, and
now the only reason they even are helping him is in order to see to
it that he doesn’t fuck everything up again. How is that love, for
then the infamous scene where Dean has to make the decision to banish
Ishim and possibly kill Cas or put himself into danger. Of course he
picks Cas because he loves him but what does Cas see, especially with
the snippet of the conversation above in mind? Great,
now I’m endangering Dean because I can’t do anything
get so angry and frustrated writing this post *makes frustrated
they’re back in the bunker and everything’s as fine as can get,
Dean gives him a beer (again, knowing full well he doesn’t actually
need it) as a declaration of truth and he also goes as far as
explaining that he’s not mad, he’s worried. Which is great, but
what does he say when Cas says “I
don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”? The
next thing Dean says is: “So what are you gonna do if you find
Kelly and, uh, Lucifer Junior?” I mean, wow. Dean can’t deal with
the fact that Cas may be willing to die so he wants to talk about
safer things. And what does Cas probably
from this? I
don’t care if you die, just tell me what you want to do about
Cas, subsequently, does everything he can about Kelly. Because he
thinks this is what he’s supposed to do, it’s a safe topic for
Dean, so he’s talked about it a lot, and Sam – well Sam likes Sam
and cares for him a lot, but Sam is not the one who needs to have the
rousing speech how he wants Cas to stay in the bunker.
don’t want to talk about 12x12 because this has been meta’ed to
death, but I want to talk about 12x19 in greater details (some stuff
was already in the post I linked at the beginning). Cas comes back,
and the first thing Dean does is scolding him for ignoring his phone
calls and telling him
he’s not glad he’s back.
And why isn’t he glad he’s back? Because when they actually had
an opportunity to kill Dagon, he wasn’t
So what’s the use for him to now be back?
Is what Cas gets from this. He failed again, wasn’t available to
help the Winchesters when they wanted him to be (because this is all he’s good to do, he
feels) and now he’s back without anything to offer, so…
course, this episode is also where Dean finally says something that resembles
an actual, honest to god “I need/love you” declaration: “We
will find a better way. (…)
You, me, and Sam, we’re just better together.” And
how sad is it that Cas still feels the need to leave because he feels
like they won’t have a better shot at dealing with the baby
than teaming up with heaven and killing the baby? He wants to spare
Dean and Sam this, so he has to leave again.
Dean, again, sees this as the rejection it isn’t because they just
can’t seem to get their act together, tell each other that they
love and care for each other and want the other one to stay and deal
with everything together. Cas because he feels that this is not what
Dean wants and because he wants to be of as much use for the
Winchesters as he can (which often means leaving them and dealing
with problems alone) and Dean because he feels that he’s not worthy
of it and that Cas wouldn’t want to stay
more frustrated noises* Ok I think I’m done.
You guys MUST give us more details about the proposal(s) - How Stiles proposed and how Derek was planning to propose. Please and thank you <3
“Son, you need to
Stiles paused in his
pacing to spin on his heel, arms flailing, and fixed his father with
a wide-eyed stare.
“Calm down?” His
voice hitched, “Calm down? You told me he’s going to
propose, dad. That’s- that’s huge.”
John raised one hand
in a sort of placating gesture, “Now, I never said-”
it,” Stiles was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking as he
dialled Derek’s number, for the third time in the span of a minute. A
frustrated noise died in his throat when it went straight to
“Stiles, I don’t
get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” John stabbed
another piece of lettuce with his plastic fork, and pulled a face as
if it had personally offended him. “This tastes like nothing.”
“Eat your goddamn
salad,” Stiles muttered, eyes fixed on his screen as he typed out a
string of texts. Badly punctuated, slightly hysterical texts.
“Not until you sit
down and tell me what the issue is, here,” John tilted his head
meaningfully towards the chair across from him, “I don’t want you
having a panic attack.”
Stiles slumped into
the seat, reluctant, and bit at his thumb. He narrowed his eyes at
his left knee, which kept bobbing up and down as his leg twitched.
“I was the
one who was supposed to propose first, okay?” the words left his
mouth faster than he could think of them, a little louder than he’d
intended. At his father’s questioning look, he took a deep breath and
continued, “In theory. I mean, I didn’t see it happening for
another year or two.”
“So you think it’s
no- it’s just…” Stiles exhaled heavily, ran unsteady fingers
through his hair, “maybe. Maybe it is. That’s the problem- I’m not
sure. Do you really think we’re ready for this?”
“I know that you
and Derek love each other,” the Sheriff’s brow was furrowed,
“There isn’t any doubt there, right?”
“None at all,”
Stiles said- immediately, reflexively. “It’s just that…God, I
don’t know.” he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
“Didn’t you have
any doubts before you proposed to mom?” he asked quietly, through
“Of course I did,”
his dad’s response was soft, “How could I not? She was an amazing
woman and I still wasn’t entirely convinced I deserved her. But…”
Stiles lifted his head in time to see his dad shrug. “It’s normal
to have doubts, son.”
The sound that
escaped Stiles was helpless: “Derek’s not perfect, but neither am
I. I’m kind of obnoxious and I talk too much and– and at the end of
the day, I’m just kinda an anxious mess, dad. I still have the
nightmares, like, weekly. Should anyone really have to put up
“And- and Derek
has his own issues, but at the end of the day I’ve actually seen that
he’s the sweetest goofball of a man and I love him so much and
he’s probably got some huge romantic gesture planned that I could
never top but, goddammit, I really
wanted to propose to him first-”
“I’m going to stop
you there,” his dad levelled him with a look, “Just
tell him, Stiles.”
tell him what?” Stiles muttered to his knees.
you just told me.”
to him, tell him these things, and- goddammit, Stiles- just propose
to him, if you want to propose.”
I don’t have a ring, though-”
His father jabbed a finger towards the door.
shot up from his chair and was
out of the office within the minute.
dumped his salad in the trash.
front porch of the Hale house made one hell of a noise when you
walked on it- Stiles knew this, because he was physically incapable
of walking around quietly (unlike certain werewolves that
he knew). Currently, it was kicking up one hell of a protest as he
stomped towards the front door, floorboards whining under his
sneakers; not that he cared, not that he really registered the sound
over the rushing in his ears. His heart was in his throat and his
mind was running a mile a minute and
he needed to remind himself to breathe.
took a shuddery breath and flung the door open. It hit the inside
wall with a bang.
was going to propose first,
maybe not the best way he could have phrased that. He’d have to try
who seemed to be
in the middle of assembling some kind of furniture, fumbled and
dropped the screwdriver in his hands (goddammit, Derek never fumbled,
what the hell). He turned to face Stiles;
his ridiculous puppy eyes
and his eyebrows
know what.” Stiles
stalked across the room, gripped the front of
Derek’s henley with his
fists. “You were going to propose tomorrow, weren’t you?”
Derek looked crestfallen, suddenly, eyes shifting to the side as he
said, “I’m sorry? I-”
shut up and listen to me,” Stiles’ voice was low, intense, as he
leaned closer and made Derek look him in the eye.
love you so much,
Derek. So freaking much it
scares me.” He loosened his grip a fraction, smoothed down the
wrinkles in Derek’s shirt with one hand, “I love how you have this
sense of humour that you only really share with me. I love the little
crinkles around your eyes when you smile. I actually kind of love
when you’re grumpy, too.
like it when you don’t shave and you get stubble burn all over me. I
like that you’re actually, like, friends
with my dad,” Stiles laughed, “I. I still have no idea how that
grabbed onto the hand that Stiles kept running down his shirt, lacing
their fingers together,“Stiles–”
I’m not done. So,
yeah, sometimes we have our differences, like when you argue
that a bald cupcake most definitely is a muffin-”
“Shut up, it’s
not.” He pressed his fingers to Derek’s lips, and Derek’s eyebrows
shot up. “I’m trying to tell you that I love our differences. I
love that we can argue and it can still be fun.”
twitched, like he was fighting a smile.
lowered his eyes and went on, “And…and
I love that you’ll wake me up from my nightmares, help me count my
fingers and calm down- and I
just. I–” he shook his head, “I’m being cheesy, now, or
whatever, I know– but you
probably had something three times as romantic as this planned, so.”
stared at him for a minute, gaze soft. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’
fingers, and Stiles lowered his hand.
I speak now?” Derek murmured.
threw his hands up, “Will you marry me or not, you dork?”
Derek swept him-
literally swept him into his arms, his
feet left the floor- into what could only be described as a bruising
kiss. Stiles made a soft, desperate noise and clutched at Derek’s
shoulders, raised one hand and slid it along Derek’s jaw. Derek bit
at his lower lip, licked into his mouth, and
Stiles groaned and arched
into him, seeking the warmth, craving the intensity. Gradually, the
kiss slowed- became something softer, sweeter. Stiles pulled back
reluctantly to take a breath, and Derek mouthed at his jaw.
“That’s a yes,
right?” Stiles asked, on an exhale.
Derek buried his
face in Stiles’ neck and laughed.
ridiculous,” Derek’s lips moved against his throat- soft, familiar.
“Of course I’ll marry you.”
Stiles grinned so
hard it hurt, and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, “Good.
Wanna put me down, now?”
nipped at him playfully, “Think I wanna carry you upstairs.”
“Oh, good idea,
yes. The best idea.” He hit at Derek’s shoulder, “Go, what
are you waiting for.”
It didn’t take them
very long to get to the bedroom.
Summary: You injure yourself while rehearsing as Angelica and Lin insists on accompanying you to the hospital
Word Count: 2,639
“Pippa!” Your fingers fumbled with the back of your pink dress as you sighed. It was only the first day of tech week and you already wanted to punch something.
Pippa inched her head through the small opening in the door to your dressing room, a giggle peeking through her lips. “Yes?”
A low noise of frustration escaped your throat. “How do you get this damn thing on?” You swiftly turned around to see Pippa already fitted in her baby blue dress. “What? How did you do that?!”
Pippa let out a hearty laugh as she gestured for you to turn around. “A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/N.”
“You know, everyone says you’re sweet and pure, but I think there’s something under that going on. Some sort of evil sorcery that allows you to be able to put on any dress with ease.”
She hummed in response. “So…” You felt her delicate fingers work with the complex backing of your dress. “You and Lin, huh?”
Your eyes darted around the room as your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. “What about us?”
“I mean, when are you gonna tell him?” She whispered, a mischievous grin falling on her face.
“Tell him what?”
Your shoulders slumped; you did know. You and Lin weren’t in a relationship, as much as you wished you were. You had had a massive crush on the man who seemed to hold all the stars in his bright eyes since you auditioned for the role of Angelica. The feeling had washed over you too quickly and all at once when you first settled your eyes on him. He seemed aware and interested in everything you had to say and every move you made, as if he was afraid to forget it.
“Yeah.” You grumbled. “I don’t know, I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.”
Pippa huffed, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingers left the pieces of your dress. “Y/N, that’s just nonsense.”
You turned around as Pippa’s eyes flitted over to the door, just spotting Jon walking by.
“Oh! Groff!” She grabbed him by the arm of his intricate costume, pulling him into your dressing room. “Question.”
“What’s up?” His eyes scanned over your costumes, a kind smile spreading on his face.
“Does Lin like Y/N?”
“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen him lately? Can’t keep his eyes off you.”
You shook your head dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s no way.”
Jon shrugged his shoulders, shooting you a smirk as he walked out of the room. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
“You know, you really should’ve listened to him. He’s right.”
“Sure he is. There’s no possibility Lin could like someone like me.” You bit your lip absentmindedly as you sat down, pulling on your heeled shoes.
“Heads up; we’re doing Winter’s Ball through Satisfied in five!” Lin poked his head through the door as he sent a exuberant grin towards Pippa before his eyes softened and settled on you, looking over your costume. “You’re gonna kill it.”
“But doesn’t Leslie kill it?” You beamed at Lin, sending him ironic finger guns.
“Oh my god, Y/N.” Lin’s laugh lit up the room as he ran a hand over his face, sharing a groan with Pippa. “Ah, anyways, you might wanna make your way towards the stage.” He jerked a thumb behind him.
“Copy that.” Pippa nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he walked in the same direction he had just pointed towards. As soon as he left the room, Pippa sharply turned in her chair, raising an amused eyebrow at you. “You saw the way he looked at you, right?”
You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face as you stood from your chair and got adjusted to wearing the heels beneath your feet. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you…?”
“Nope!” She said, popping the “p” as she walked out of the dressing room, you at her heels. Your dresses swished and swayed behind you as you walked to the side of the stage, where A Winter’s Ball was already playing. You glanced at Lin and Leslie they exchanged “heys” before you and Pippa took the stage.
Pippa’s voice rang throughout the theatre as you walked towards Lin, feigning chatter.
“Where are you taking me?” Lin turned his head towards you as you linked arms.
“I’m about to change your life.” You escorted him towards Pippa.
“Then, by all means, lead the way.”
As Lin and Pippa delivered their lines and shared a kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy surge through you. You almost missed your cue as Helpless soon bled into Satisfied.
You dug your nails into your palm as you raised your glass, smiling at Lin and Pippa. Jasmine snuck a glance at you, lightly nudging you in the ribs. She slyly raised her eyebrows, curious as to what was distracting you.
Dismissing her suspicions, you spun to the middle of the stage. Everyone around you sang, gracefully moving in slow motion as the time shifted back to Angelica and Alexander’s meeting.
“But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.” You swiftly turned your head towards Lin, who gazed at you in mid-step.
You finished singing your lines as Lin stopped in front of you, tilting his chin up. “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You dipped your head low, peeking up at Lin through your coated eyelashes.
“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you cocked your head to the side. “Is that right?”
“I have never been satisfied.” Lin smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it as the company gasped. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you exchanged a few more words.
Your movements were crisp as you rapped effortlessly, your shoulders held back.
“Where are you taking me?” Lin repeated as you joined him once more.
“I’m about—” your words were cut off by the painful rolling of your ankle as you collapsed at Lin’s feet. “Shit!” You hissed, staring in horror at your foot.
Lin jumped, immediately crouching down to you as Lac signaled the orchestra to cease playing. The cast instantly crowded around you as Lac, Andy, and Tommy politely pushed their way through the people surrounding you.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Lin’s eyes searched your face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
You inhaled sharply as you nodded vigorously. Lin and Andy grasped your upper arms as you slowly stood up, shifting your weight to your good foot.
“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes were wide in shock, flitting between your pained expression and ankle.
“As soon as we got to the next section she must’ve twisted her ankle or something.” Lin’s voice was filled with panic, his worried eyes constantly shifting to you. “Someone call an ambulance, please!”
“Already did!” You heard Anthony yell from the back of the crowd, holding his phone up.
“Thanks.” Lin breathed out, looking at you. “Took quite a tumble there,” he laughed half heartedly, desperate to lighten the mood.
You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face him. “Yeah, I was walking then my ankle just decided to fuck me over.”
You heard light chuckles as a man in a white uniform opened the door to the theatre. Your cast members parted from you to take a look at the sudden light that flooded the room. “Can you guys carry her, or would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?”
“Oh, no, we can—”
Lin’s voice was cut off by your words. “No, Lin, I can see that you and Andy are struggling. A wheelchair would be great, thanks.”
The man nodded, a humorous smile on his face as he closed the door. He entered a moment later, making his way to the stage as he splayed out a wheelchair in front of you. Lin and Andy slowly guided you into the chair, exchanging a few grunts of effort. “One of you can tag along with us if you’d like. You don’t have to, of course, just an option.”
“I’ll go.” Lin immediately took a step forward, red flushing his full cheeks as the cast shared knowing glances to each other. “I-I mean, it’s kinda my fault, I—”
“Yeah, yeah, you can go with your girlfriend.” Daveed sent him a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you as Lin’s eyes drifted to the floor.
“Alright, let’s get you to the vehicle. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The man in the uniform grabbed your wheelchair by its handles, maneuvering it around the twists and turns in the theatre with Lin at Ryan’s heels. He pushed you up the ramp into the back of the ambulance, waiting for Lin to enter before closing the doors and moving to another part of the . The ambulance began to move down the streets of New York towards the hospital as you and Lin exchanged some small talk.
“Oh my god—” your head snapped up, your eyes widening in realization as your fists curled in your lap.
“What’s wrong?” Lin’s head immediately turned to you.
“The show’s next week, Lin, what if I don’t heal in time? I can’t miss opening night.”
“Oh,” Lin’s voice grew quiet as his eyes darted around the room, searching for something to make you feel better. “Y/N, these are trained doctors, I’m sure they can work something out. In the case that your ankle doesn’t heal in time, anyway, we’ll make arrangements so you won’t miss the first show.”
You gaped at Lin, searching his facial features for any sign of deception. His smooth chocolate eyes bored into yours with utter seriousness. “You wouldn’t.”
“Y/N, it’s me we’re talking about, in the first person who would do this…especially for you.” His gaze suddenly found interest in the floor, a timid grin on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shade of pink searing through your cheeks as a silence settled.
“Sorry to leave you guys in here alone, I’m making a few calls, heh. Have to use all the time I can since rides to the hospital are usually busy. But, this is considered a non-emergency, so it’s not as urgent. Here, I’m just gonna elevate your leg and ice your ankle. This is all kind of part of the acronym, RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Anyways, ice and elevation will reduce your swelling and minimize your pain. I’m sure the doctor will go over this with you, too.” Ryan abruptly burst in the room, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he took care of your ankle with extreme caution.
He kneeled down as his tentative hands aided your ankle, tossing intermittent phrases back and forth: “Am I hurting you?” and “You okay?” After a few minutes, he stood up, tilting his head and firmly pressing his lips together before nodding in satisfaction. “You should be good until we get to the hospital. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” He swiftly left through the door, shutting it behind him.
A thick silence between you and Lin filled the air, spare for the few clearing of throats and tapping of feet against the floor.
A sudden choked noise escaped Lin’s throat, a euphoric grin tugging at his lips as his eyes crinkled and he glanced at the ice placed over your ankle. “Ice, ice, baby!” He guffawed, slapping his knee. His laugh proved to be highly contagious as you found yourself cackling, leaning back as tears brimmed your eyes.
“Dun dun dun da da dun dun,” you sputtered, the both of you throwing your heads back in hysterics.
You continued your conversation with ease, mostly because Lin was always easy to talk to. He leaned forward in anticipation, clinging onto every word you said and nodding his head eagerly. You soon reached the hospital, Ryan ushering you through the doors and to your room where a doctor greeted you. She introduced herself politely, shaking both yours and Lin’s hands with a firm grip.
She quickly hopped onto the computer in the room, thoroughly explaining that you needed x-rays to determine what you did to your ankle. She rolled her chair over to you, examining your ankle more thoroughly than Ryan had. She wheeled you out of the room, transferring you to an almost identical room with multiple machines residing in it. She went through the procedure of taking your x-ray with you before leaving you in the first room with Lin as she scanned over the x-rays.
The doctor emerged from the hallway, her hand immediately reaching for the mouse attached to the computer as she clicked numerous times until an image of the bones in your ankle appeared on the screen.
“Okay well, good news, your ankle is not broken. On here, there weren’t any fractures to be found. But when I was examining it, there was a lot of tenderness and limited range of motion. So, bad news, your ankle is still sprained.” She delved deeper into your recovery, what you could do to aid your ankle in healing faster and how to take care of it.
You and Lin alternated between nodding and asking questions, until you cleared your throat before speaking.
“One more thing, uh,” you fidgeted, suddenly aware of your clammy palms as you gestured to Lin. “We’re both running through rehearsals for a Broadway show that’s due for its opening night next week. Do you think I’d be able to be dancing by then?”
“Oh!” She snapped her fingers in realization, nodded her head quickly. “Yes, most likely. This is a grade one sprain, so it will take about seven to ten days to heal. As long as you keep an eye on the swelling and take good care of your ankle, you should be fine. Is that it?”
“Yes,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you so much.”
She shook both of your hands as she opened the door. “As soon as you’re ready you can go to the front desk, pay, and I can provide you with the supplies you’ll need. Alright?”
As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you and Lin collectively sighed in relief, shooting each other a bright smile.
“See, I told you things would work out.” Lin crouched down next to you to reach your height in the chair. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles, which were white from clenching your fists out of anxiousness. His warm touch instantly soothed you.
You nodded appreciatively, looking at Lin with a great adoration in which he returned. His eyes scanned over you, filled with an indescribable love and kindness that flooded your chest with warmth. He leaned forward, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as his eyes leveled with yours.
“Would now be a bad time to kiss you?” Lin’s voice was a soft murmur, his dilated gaze shifting from your slightly ajar lips to your admiring eyes.
“Not a chance.” You whispered against Lin’s lips which eagerly, yet gently, pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, his cupping your face as the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You felt him smile against your lips as you sighed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly as Lin’s hands still lingered.
You both broke into exuberant grins, your cheeks burning as Lin looked up at you. “I should’ve done that a lot sooner.”
takes four pies and more loaves of bread than fit onto the counter for Bitty to
admit he’s stressed. He knows he’s in denial, but he really thought that
avoiding his problems with baking was something he would grow out of by the
time he’s graduated.
Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn’t mind?! Id love if you did!
note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol
Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn’t deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family. He’d watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.
thought you’d admire someone’s back muscles as much as you did right then.
The skin on
Jungkook’s back looked smooth and tempting; you can almost feel how warm it
would be if you ran your fingers along its dips and planes. You imagined that
if you traced along the space between his shoulder blades with the tip of your
nose, the smell of his skin would make your head spin.
hard muscles beneath, you imagine that his skin would feel silky against your
lips, inviting you to trail soft kisses along the lines of his back.
your book shut and flop over on your stomach, your feet kicking against the
headboard. A wide grin crosses your face as you prop your elbows up on the bed
and rest your head in your hands.
imagination could run as wild as it wanted to but it would never compare to the
that look on your face for?” Jungkook asks, emerging from his cupboard with an
arm full of clothes.