i could eat soup every day and not get sick of it

Hey Jude

A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.

Word Count: 2833

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader

“Take care of Sam and Dean.”

That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.

Ever since then your father gave you one task, to take care of Sam and Dean. It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as her mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.

So that’s what you did.

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Married Bliss RP Starters

“Honey, I packed you a lunch.”

“Sweetheart you tried to pack  me a sandwich with gummy bears I think it’s time for a break.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days. Let me watch the kids. You need some rest.”

“Can you please watch them I need a good cry and a nap.”

“You have been on diaper duty since the babies been born let me get it this time.”

“Can you please change their diaper I’m trying to make dinner.”

“I’m sorry…I burnt dinner…”

“Wow…that looks wonderful… No! Hey don’t cry! Please, it looks wonderful! See I’m eating it right now.”

“Honey our little angel just flushed his/her toy down the toilet!”

“My ring! My ring is missing!”

“Honey, where is your wedding ring?”

“Oh no! My ring fell down the drain!”

“Oh…it’s everywhere…I didn’t realize babies…went so much…”

“It’s just a diaper…wait you don’t look so well…”

“I can’t change their diaper without you getting sick It’s a little frustrating.”

“I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“I made us our first dinner in our new place. I hope you like it.”

“Wow it looks wonderful. I didn’t know I was with a seasoned chef.”

“Do I look fat?”

“Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful no matter what size you are please remember that.”

“I’m so lucky to be married to someone so beautiful.”

“Come to bed, It’s getting late.”

“Why are you cooking? It’s three in the morning.”

“We’re going to make beautiful kids.”

“I can’t wait to see their little face. I’m really excited to see them.”

“It’s your turn to feed him/her.”

“I’ve got it, go back to sleep.”

“Wake up, the baby needs you.”

“Mmm she/he has that fresh baby smell.”

“I know you’re working but you forgot your lunch.”

“I thought I’d stop by so we could have lunch together.”

“They drew all over the walls…we just painted them too…”

“I thought we’d visit you on your break.”

“Let’s go to the park together. It will be good for all of us to get some fresh air.”

“Every day is a blessing with you.”

“Who thought it was a good idea to get them such a noisy toy.”

“I have watched the same kids show all day for a week straight I’m going to snap.”

“Do babies really like this stuff?”

“Wait don’t drink that! That’s for the baby.”

“I think we should get another cat/dog.”

“I love you, but we have too many animals. Please don’t bring anymore home.”

“Did your coat just meow/bark?”

“Surprise! I got us a cat/dog!”

“Please don’t be mad…I couldn’t resist its little face.”

“You’re going to be a father.”

“He/She is kicking!”

“What if we’re not good parents?”

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother/father.”

“Don’t worry about it you’re pregnant. It’s okay to be emotional.”

“I got everything on the list. Are you really craving pickles and peanut butter? Our baby is weird.”

“We are not naming our baby (insert ridiculous name here) end of discussion.”

“Can you take the trash out, please.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“How was work?”

“I missed you like crazy. I wish I didn’t have to work all day.”

“Will you please stop making that face. It’s making the baby cry.”

“No you can’t steal their dog/cat!”

“It’s okay sometimes these things take time. We’ll just keep trying until something happens.”

“I made you some soup. I hope you get to feeling better soon.”

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I think the baby is sick.”

“You worry too much. It’s just a scratch.”

“Please don’t ever leave me. I almost burned the house down trying to cook dinner.”

“He/She has your eyes.”

“He/She is so beautiful. I can’t believe he’s/she’s finally here.
“I’m so afraid i’m going to drop him/her.”

“He/She is so tiny. I can’t believe how small he/she is.”

“He/She has a tight grip.”

“Don’t ask…you don’t want to know.”

“Honey, why is our child running around naked?”

“How much sugar did you give him/her?”

“Are you sure you’re okay being alone with the them?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Don’t give the kids sugar while i’m gone.”

“I swear sometimes I have two children instead of one.”

“Your hormones are just a little crazy. You cried today because you saw a cat on the tv.”

“I know it’s three in the morning but could you please get me some chocolate milk. Oh and some chocolate chip cookies, please.”

“I love you but your cravings are killing me.”

“I’ll rub your feet. I know they’re getting swollen from the pregnancy.”

“We should look into adopting.”

“It’s okay, we can always adopt.”

“Our adoption papers got accepted! We’re going to be parents!”

“We get to bring her/him home tomorrow i’m so excited.” 

“What if they don’t accept us? What if we can’t adopt?”

“We’re going to be amazing parents. I know they’ll see that. Please don’t worry. I know the adoption papers will go through.”

“Have you heard anything yet about the adoption papers? Have we been approved?”

“The kids drew all over my work papers….I hope they’ll accept stick figure drawings.”

“Honey, you put the babies clothes on backwards.”

Sick love

Word count: 1.722

Request: Yes

Warnings: Too much loving


“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.

“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture she had her answers.

“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and fevers. It was just unfair for him.

“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.

“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.

“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the speaker and your sister whispered.

“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her previous sentence.

“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the line.

“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.

“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much sometimes.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you both sat down on the couch.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.

“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your sister included.

“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”, and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.

“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.

“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your exhaustion and pain.

“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry, you snuggled closer to the blanket.

“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.

“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.

“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”, you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite caught that.

“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this statement.

When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.

“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so good at it.

“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently asked and Harry grinned.

“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your boyfriend.

“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you.

“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.

“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”, he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame before he did the same with his towel on him.

“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other plans.

“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.

“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.

“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his shirt.

“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he played with your hair; just like you preferred it.

“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled in your hair.

“I love meh sick girl too”.

And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.


Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)

Sickness

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon

Words: 1436

Warnings: none

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by amusing-saga

When you woke up that Wednesday morning you knew something was off. You weren’t feeling quite yourself. Yet, you decided to go to work at STAR Labs. On your way there you were coughing from time to time and shivering but you were in the middle of the winter so you guessed you were just cold.

“Morning guys” you greeted everyone as you walked into the cortex.

“Wow, what happened?” Cisco asked the moment he saw you.

“Nothing, why?” You replied sitting on a chair.

“You look awful” he pointed out.

“Thank you?” You chuckled. “I think I might be catching a cold, but don’t worry, it will be over in a couple of days” you shrugged it off as you turned on the laptops.

Your work at the labs was your passion. You were a robotic engineer hired by Harrison Wells. Of course, that was before the particle accelerator exploded and created all those metahumans, before you al found out Wells wasn’t exactly Wells and…basically, before life turned complicated for everyone.

When the accelerator exploded those who didn’t die just left the place. All except Cisco, Caitlin and you. They were like a family to you, they took you in the moment you put a feet into the facility just a few days after arriving all alone to Central City. You were from San Francisco but working for Harrison Wells was something you couldn’t say no to, so there you were. Four years later.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught in traffic” Caitlin said walking into the cortex with a cup of coffee from Jitters on her hand. “Wow, (Y/N), are you ok?” She asked when she saw your face, causing Cisco’s laugh.

“C’mon! Do I look that bad?” You asked frowning.

“I think you should go home and rest” was Caitlin reply.

“It’s just a cold, I’m sure” you sighed.

But it wasn’t. By the middle of the day you have been told to go home by everyone who came to the labs: Wells, Jesse, Cisco, Caitlin…everyone. It was frustrating. Even Barry sent you a text from Star City telling you to go home. Of course you didn’t listen to them since you didn’t feel that bad, but when it was already dark outside you forced yourself to go home after Caitlin told you had fever.

When you woke up the next day, you had to call Caitlin to tell her you wouldn’t be going to work today. You felt even worse than the day before.

“Don’t worry, we have everything covered here, I promise” she assured you before hanging up.

Still you felt bad for staying at home. Not just because you wouldn’t be able to help if something came up, but also because today Barry would be coming back from Star City after five days and you wouldn’t see him after how much you had missed him. That wasn’t strange since you had spent every single day with him since the moment he came in still in a coma. But it wasn’t until a few months ago that you had the courage to tell how you felt about him, just to find out he felt the same way all along.

Ever since, you were dating, which had turned out to be the biggest adventure of your life. He was fun, smart, sweet and loving, but he was also so protective and stubborn that it got to your nerves. You understood he was The Flash, a hero, but he didn’t understand you could make your own choices. Still, you loved him like you never loved anyone before and you couldn’t wait to see him again.

By noon you finally got a text from him saying he was back at STAR labs:

Back at the labs, how are you feeling? – Barry

You smiled a little at the text and sighing, wishing you had been there to hug him and kiss him, ignoring Cisco’s complains.

Feverish and missing you L - (Y/N)

I missed you too. I’ll go visit asap. Love you, xx – Barry

You smiled even more when you read he would visit. You imagined he would go eventually but sometimes he was too busy to do it, so you were so happy to know you would be seeing him that day after all. Putting your phone down, you covered yourself up and sighed looking up at the ceiling. You coughed a little and closed your eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

A couple of hours later you were woken up by the sound of your door closing. You rolled around in bed trying to get your phone but it was too far so you just gave up and hide your head under the covers.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” a very familiar voice said.

Immediately, you popped your head out and there he was. Barry Allen was standing at the end of your bed with a bag on his hand and a smile on his face. A smile that you returned but soon you were back under the covers.

“Go away! I look awful!” You exclaimed remembering how you must be looking like at the moment.

His laugh echoed the room and soon you felt the bed sinking by your side, letting you know he was just there, so you stuck your head back out.

“I haven’t seen my girlfriend in five days, I think she looks gorgeous no matter what” he said.

“You really know what a girl wants to hear, Allen” you smiled.

He chuckled while you sat up on the bed and pulled your hair into a bun. Despite what he said, you knew your aspect wasn’t the best. When you were done, you looked at him just to see that he had been staring the whole time which made you blush.

“I missed you” you said, making him smile.

“I missed you too” he replied before leaning in and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m all sweaty” you chuckled.            

“I don’t care” he smiled into your neck as he squeezed you. “How many times have you hug me and kiss me after being running around the city for hours?” He added.

“True” you smiled before closing your eyes.

You had missed him so much, his hugs, his smell, his embrace. All of him. He pulled away and placed a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning towards your lips but you placed a hand over his mouth, earning a confused look from him.

“I’m sick!” You explained. He took your hand off his mouth and kissed it softly.

“Then it’s a good thing I can’t get sick, right?” He smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him but didn’t have time for a comeback before he kissed you.

If you thought you missed him was because you hadn’t kissed him yet. Finally you felt like home again, like you were complete when his lips met yours.

“It’s a really good thing” you smiled when you pulled away. “How was Star City?” You asked with a frown.

“Complicated” he sighed. “They were all devastated after…Laurel” he said as he played with your hand. “She was amazing” he added.

“I know…I’m sorry” you whispered.

You never had the chance to meet Laurel Lance, aka the Black Canary, but you had heard Cisco and Barry talk about her and you had an idea about the amazing woman she was and how much she had done to protect Star City along with Oliver and the Team Arrow.

“Anyway, I brought something” Barry said looking up at you, smiling again. “But you can’t tell Caitlin or she would kill me”

“What is it?” You asked narrowing your eyes.

He smiled and took the plastic bag he had placed down on the floor. First, he took out some water and chicken soup. You raised an eyebrow: why would Caitlin kill him for that? Then he took out a chocolate ice-cream pack.

“Oh god…is it with cookies?” You asked with your eyes wide opened.

“My girl deserves the best” he winked.

“Oh my, I love you so much!” You exclaimed taking the ice-cream from his hands. “Oh, I need a sp-“ before you could finish the sentence, Barry was back from the kitchen with a spoon. “I’ll never get used to that” you laughed. Immediately you started eating it. “You want some?” You finally asked.

“I thought you’d never ask” he said taking a spoon out of his pocket and laying down next to you, sinking the spoon into the ice-cream.

Being sick wasn’t so bad if it was like this.

Princess

Characters: Dean x Reader, Castiel, Sam

Words: 2110

Summary: The reader has been sick for the past week, but when Dean has to go on a hunt and Cas takes care of the reader, Castiel reveals that the reader isn’t actually sick.

This one shot is dedicated to @soaringeag1e , in honor of her baby girl coming in September!! :D The idea came to me and I just had to write it. So this is for you Megan. And special thank you to @the-thirteenthhour for helping me with this! :) Enjoy!!

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Ong Seongwoo Mafia AU

warnings: blood, guns, violence, cars, street racing-ish 

  • you’re a freelance hacker/coder 
  • having heard about you and your amazing abilities, someone sends you a a letter asking for you to “affiliate” yourself with the 101, the reigning mafia in your town, 
  • while you’re in no way eager to get involved in organized crime once again, the pay attached to it is very good, so you agree
  • the one condition is that you get to work from your own office space instead of moving to their hq, as you have a lot of equipment and stuff that would take a long time to rewire
  • the first “day” on the job, three guys show up at your house, one of them carrying a large briefcase
  • they ring your doorbell, and you watch in slight amusement through the security camera as one of them pulls out a cushion foundation and starts touching up his makeup
  • you allow to come in, sitting in your special rolling chair, surrounded by various screens
  • they file into your room, and introduce themselves one after another
  • the guy with the makeup was ong seongwoo, and he leans over to hand you the briefcase
  • as you pop it open, they explain that it’s the laptop of someone within the 101 who’s trying to betray them, so they need to surreptitiously hack into the laptop without the owner knowing 
  • there really isn’t any kind of special encryption or anything, so you apply an access key and you’re in
  • when you hand the computer back to seongwoo a minute after he gave it to you, the three guys just kind of stare at you in disbelief
  • “what, you want me to do a handstand too?”
  • as they go to leave, seongwoo turns to you
  • “you know, i knew you were good, but i didn’t know you were that good”
  • you kind of smirk at him from the door, waving as they walked off
  • “i’m not just good, sweetie, i’m the best”
  • (naeGA JEIL JAL NAGA) 
  • every couple weeks, they’ll either bring you a phone or computer to get into, or ask you to hack into someone’s email or social media account, all very low level stuff
  • seongwoo always insists on bringing you the task for some reason, and he starts hanging around even after you’re done
  • you don’t really mind, though, he’s funny and entertaining to the max
  • he then discovers that while you may be practically a genuis, you’re terrible at taking care of yourself
  • you start getting texts from him “did you eat?”
  • if you tell him you didn’t, he’ll show up at your house with takeout food
  • checks to makes sure you’re sleeping properly
  • when you get sick and he brings you soup and cold medicine, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you like him
  • then one night, you’re asleep and rudely awoken by the sound of your doorbell being rung about a million times
  • seongwoo is standing there looking extremely stressed
  • “no time to explain, grab your laptop and let’s go” he yelled loudly
  • you grabbed the laptop and a backup battery, following him outside to where a black bmw was waiting, purring loudly
  • seongwoo opened the back door for you before getting into the passenger’s seat quickly
  • the driver had been to your house a couple times before with seongwoo, and his name was sungwoon
  • “can you tell me what exactly i’m supposed to be doing?” you asked loudly, firing up your laptop
  • “one of our guys, kang daniel, got kidnapped” seongwoo explained “we need you to track his phone
  • you nodded, pulling your hair up into a ponytail before opening up the proper program, asking seongwoo for the phone model and number
  • once the program found daniel’s location, you handed the laptop up to seongwoo in the front seat so that sungwoon could follow him
  • his location was moving quickly, and sungwoon pressed down on the gas pedal, going dangerously fast
  • “(y/n), if anything happens, i want you to stay down and don’t make a sound” seongwoo commanded, looking back at you
  • you sent him a look
  • “like hell i will”
  • sungwoon snorted at that, reaching over to the glove box and taking out a pistol, handing it to you
  • “hope you remember how to fire a gun”
  • “hyung, no” seongwoo snapped, glaring at sungwoon
  • you grinned, clicking the safety off of the gun
  • “let’s do this”
  • it had been a while since you’d held a gun, and the feeling of power that rushed through your body was exhilirating
  • “we’re getting close to the car that has daniel” sungwoon said “get ready”
  • you watched as you got closer to the little dot’s location, heart pounding in your chest
  • seongwoo rolled down his window, aiming his pistol
  • once your car was in range, he started firing at the tires, making their car sharply swerve to the right, weaving in between cars
  • the speed picked up, and sungwoon cackled, revving the engine even more
  • seongwoo went through the rounds in the gun before reloading quickly, leaning out of the window to aim again
  • “seongwoo, no!” sungwoon yelled loudly, reaching over to yank seongwoo back into the speeding vehicle
  • he was too late, though– someone from the car ahead of you had rolled down his own video and was sporting his own gun, shooting several rounds at seongwoo
  • most of them missed or hit the car frame, but one clipped him in the shoulder
  • sungwoon looked into the rearview mirror, trading a look with you
  • “get in the backseat” you snapped at seongwoo 
  • “no, i can do this” he said stubbornly, pushing through the obvious pain 
  • sungwoon rolled his eyes and rolled up the window, forcing seongwoo in
  • he reluctantly crawled into the back and you took his place in the front seat, checking your location and daniel’s
  • “they’re heading for the pier” you said to sungwoon “head down that alley”
  • sungwoon yanked the steering wheel to the left, heading down the small alley that you’d directed him
  • “you’re back” sungwoon laughed, sending you a slighly crazed look “i wonder if you still got it?”
  • “whaddya mean, back?” seongwoo slurred, still in extreme pain
  • as you leaned out of the window, aiming at a garbage can a good 50 meters in front of you, sungwoon chuckled at seongwoo’s obliviousness
  • “you didn’t know? (y/n)’s daniel’s half sister, the one who left the 101 to attend school”
  • “the one who erased herself from existence?” seongwoo gaped at you as you fired, one bullet burying itself into the thick plastic where the ‘b’ of garbage was printed on the plastic 
  • “i still got it” you smirked, leaning back into the car
  • “okay, we’re approaching target” sungwoon said loudly, and you rifled through the glove compartment quickly, finding the extra magazines of ammo so that you would be able to reload quickly
  • “do it like in the movies, bud” you grinned, riding the adrenaline as sungwoon nodded, the car shooting out of the small alley onto the large, empty pier
  • just like you predicted, about five seconds later, the car you’d been tailing squealed out of the main road onto the pier
  • sungwoon yanked the wheel violently, sending the car into a chaotic drift
  • as the car barreled forward, your own car squealed, tires snapping so that the car drifted around the curve of the pier
  • right before your car was exactly perpendicular to the one daniel was in, you stuck your body out of the window, aiming and firing, unloading one full magazine into the front window and hood
  • once that magazine was through, you got back inside the car and sungwoon shifted gears, pulling the car out of the drift so that you were parallel to their car
  • one of their windows was unrolled and the guy was aiming his gun at you
  • “wow, what a dumbass” you grinned, popping back up to aim at him
  • your shot hit and he fell back into the driver with a scream, making the car swerve
  • after blowing out one of the tires of their car, sungwoon stopped the car, grabbing his own gun before you two approached the car, seongwoo joining as well despite his shoulder injury
  • only one of the three guys was still concious, the one in the backseat with daniel, as you’d managed to land shots on the other two
  • he didn’t put up much of a fight as sungwoon tied him up before calling in for backup
  • when daniel saw you, he just smiled in thanks, understanding immediately what had happened
  • “welcome back to the family, sis”
  • seongwoo is still in shock about who you are 
  • this whole time he’d been thinking that you were just an innocent gamer
  • lmao sike
  • you visit him in the hospital with food because you feel bad
  • “why wouldn’t you tell me?” he complained, pouting up at you
  • “you never asked” you laughed, flicking him on the forehead
  • “you know how you could make it up to me?”
  • “how?”
  • “feed me~”
  • you roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you end up feeding him
  • then out of nowhere
  • “hey, (y/N)
  • “yes?”
  • “are you mcdonalds? cuz i’m loving it” 
  • seongwoo winks
  • “yah… did you hurt your head too?”
  • “is your name wifi? cuz i’m feeling a CONNECTION”
  • “seongwoo, if you keep talking, there’s no way in hell i’ll ever go on a date with you”
  • “so you admit that i have a chance?”
  • it takes a lot of pestering on seongwoo’s part, but you finally agree to date him
  • daniel is suspicious of letting his best friend date his half-sister but he can get over it
  • seongwoo’s the type to think he’s protecting you when in reality you’re stronger than him lol
  • still texts you to make sure you’re eating/sleeping and brings you food for at-home dates watching netflix and cuddling
  • super sweet and just does his best to be the best boyfriend he can be

this was super messy i’m sorry lol

Iwaoi fluff Headcanons.

I am an absolute hoe for Iwa [and Oikawa I guess] Ask anyone of my mutuals or my friends, they know. Be it his personality, character, quirks; no matter what people may thik of him, I love this boy with my life. Also, Iwaoi is my absolute favourite ship, and since I need something to do while I suffer from writer’s block for chapter 2 of Drowning in my Demons, have this post dedicated to my precious cinnamon buns. So, if you love Iwa [And his Tofu-nugget] as much as I do, sit back and enjoy these little headcanons I came up with.


  • Iwa is definitely the cuddly-type. He loves snuggling in bed, hugging his Godzilla plushie when he’s alone while having some popcorn watching movies. Occasionally, he falls asleep mid-way through the movie, but that’s a rare feat, when this happens, his mom tends to laugh it off and help tuck him snuggly into his bed. However, when Oikawa comes over and they share a bed, he is the small spoon while Tooru is the big spoon. He always ends up nuzzling into the bigger’s chest, and Tooru lovingly stroking his hair. He secretly takes photographs of the raven and sets it as his wallpaper.
  • When reversed and Iwa sleeps over at Oikawa’s house, he never brings his own clothes. I get that people usually see Oikawa to be the type to steal Iwa’s clothes, but for me, I imagine Iwa to mock Tooru’s dreadful fashion sense but steal his hoodies anyway. Tooru has no complaints and lets his boyfriend do what he wants; he secretly loves it because Haji just looks good in over-sized clothes.  
  • Also, bonus, Iwa smacking Tooru with the long-ass sleeves rather than headbutting him. Tooru retaliates by tickling Hajime till he gives in. They collapse onto the bed and Tooru apologises with forehead kisses.
  • When Iwa wakes up, he can barely open his eyes, he expects Tooru to be in bed with him, so when he isn’t, he will very softly call for him. Tooru finds it adorable and showers him with kisses. But when they do wake up in bed together, he will cuddle as close as he can to Oikawa who would probably be using his phone.
  • Tooru trying the face-swap filter on snapchat with Iwa, and casually saying, “These would be what our children would like.” Iwa is a fucking mess and Oikawa is laughing so hard. Also, Oikawa has at least 341 pictures of Iwa with the puppy filter, the fact that he’s eyes are closed most of the time makes it a hundred times funnier. He sends them to Mattsun and Makki, and even those two find Iwa adorable. 
  • Hajime trying to get out of bed but Tooru won’t let him. He’s using kisses and cuddles as a distraction.
  • My headcanon is that Tooru gets sick easily because of how much milkbread he eats. He most commonly gets a flu or a bad cold but they quickly go away after a few days. As for Hajime, he hardly falls ill, but when he does, it’s the most heartbreaking thing. Once he was running an abnormally high fever and had to stay overnight at the hospital? Oikawa spent an entire day trying to perfect a soup and his favourite Agedashi Tofu before bringing it to the raven. Iwa is extremely thankful and promises him kisses when he gets better.
  • Iwa has a dwarf bunny that he loves with all he has, instead of calling it Godzilla, he calls it Tofu because of how white and fragile she is. She was actually a present from his mom as a replacement for not getting him a puppy; he doesn’t mind and is just happy he has something to take care of. He spends hours grooming her fur in his bed and sometimes, she accompanies him as he watches a movie. Iwa has trained her to sit and lie down and even hop. She is also incredibly intelligent given the fact that she will squeak for attention. She is a good bunny and loves Tooru as well, Iwaizumi’s mom jokingly said it’s like Tofu is their shared child.
  • Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s mother sharing cute things their sons did for the other. How Hajime was learning to make milkbread to give it to Tooru on his birthday, and how Oikawa had suggested building a blanket fort before watching Godzilla together. They are close friends and the biggest shippers.
  • When they have the house to themselves, Iwa is the one preparing breakfast, Tooru tries distracting him with a lot of kissing and hugs from behind and now the pancakes are burning. They have a heated make-out session on the countertop before they actually realise the smell of smoke.
  • They take baths in the bathtub together. They end up having a splash war and wetting the entire bathroom. Sometimes Iwa sits in Oikawa’s lap while the brunette washes his hair and hugs him. He also takes this rare chance to leave a few hickies. 
  • Blanket forts being their childhood tradition. Oikawa decorating the blanket fort with fairy lights and throwing in as many pillows as he could possibly find. When Iwa comes over, he has his laptop all prepared with their favourite snacks. Oikawa likes watching Iwa quote lines from the movie, Hajime has no idea he’s paying more attention to him than the actual movie. And it’s best if it stays that way.
  • Hardcore Mario kart wars, there is no fluff, only profanities, cusses and death.
  • Oikawa will tease Hajime with his cereal by holding the box as high as he can, he has lanky limbs so Iwa can’t reach them. As payback, he sneaks out while Oikawa is sleeping before getting a cup of cold water and pouring it on his face, not forgetting to say, “WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW ASSHOLE??”
  • Hajime has freckles all over his body; and sometimes he’s really insecure about them. Tooru assures him it’s fine and makes sure to kiss all of them.
  • Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me these two don’t sit together on the bus to training camps and shit. Because I swear, they will sit together and even share ear pieces, sometimes they doze off and fall asleep, Iwa usually resting on Oikawa’s broader shoulders.
  • Iwa likes collecting succulents and small plants. He displays them on his desk or by his window-sill. He gives them names and Tooru thinks it’s both funny and cute.
  • Have some cute flustered Iwa when Tooru calls him babe in front of the team. And also, the entire team letting out whoops and cheers and Iwa just wants to hide in a hole. Sometimes they stare at each other like love-struck idiots and the Matsuhana duo use this amazing opportunity to tease them. Tooru coming up from behind to give Hajime a surprise kiss.
  • Tooru finding every excuse to hold Hajime’s hand, and Iwa giving in.
  • They once went to build-a-bear together and made a stuffed crocodile that Iwa for some odd reasons says is a Zoey. Iwa has it next to his Godzilla plushie.
  • Having so many cheesy dates. A picnic date, stargazing, to the aquarium, the zoo, a waterpark. These two have the cutest most romantic dates and everyone is jealous. Bonus if they get each other presents.
  • Iwa tackling the fuck out of Oikawa after not having seen him for months. Tooru laughs and tries his best to force out a “Did you miss me?” as Iwa lays on his chest. IWaizumi saying in a dead-serious tone, “Of course I did.”
  • During winter, they like cuddling by the fireplace, Iwa is mumbling on about how flippin cold it is, and Tooru just watching him go on endearingly. They have a huge blanket out and everything along with some hot cocoa. Half-way during their cuddling session, Tooru starts kissing Hajime’s neck. He heats up and ask what the hell is he doing and Tooru just smirking saying he’s helping him warm up. Hajime is upset cause it worked.
  • Hajime has cute soft sneezes.
  • Before they fall asleep, Tooru likes singing for Iwa. Some of his favourites are You are my Sunshine, Can’t help falling in love and Perfect. He may not have the best voice but Iwa loves it either way.
  • When Iwa starts falling asleep, Tooru quietly whispers a sweet “I love you” before dozing off too.

I’m dedicating this to some of the few friends I’ve made here, [I’m so sorry if you don’t consider me to be one] and just overall really sweet people.

@aunnoo , @rosaliaisabawse , @exella@trashytacosan

nonidol!bts

author’s note: i know the word civilian makes it seem like they’re background characters in the marvel universe or some shit but i don’t know else to describe it rip (ps: some of these are inspired by the dope vid, other’s are just for fun). these are all so long i’m so sorry i got carried away if i had the time and motivation to make all of these full length 6k word fics, i would buuuuut i don’t so, do what you will with these, instead~~ feedback is always appreciated, and requests are still open!
disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are simply cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
doctor • cr.

“Jin, I have the flu, not tuberculosis,” you whine for the umpteenth time today. And for the umpteenth time today, Jin simply shakes his head and shoves two pills into your hands.

“Your fever is finally going down, but it’s still over 100,” he frowns, “Take the ibuprofen and I’ll get you some more soup.”

“You can call it Advil, you don’t have to go all Dr. Kim on me,” you joke.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

The seriousness in his tone causes you to frown. He’s been like this all day, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. It’s just the flu, you think, nothing drastic or life threatening. If you were single, you’d have to fend for yourself and you were far capable of doing so. But anytime you so much as hinted at a minor immune system invasion, Jin was on you faster than you could blink.

He comes back into your bedroom with soup, as promised, more pillows. He adjusts the already overflowing pillows in your bed, and places the new ones under your feet. He hands you the soup and quietly tells you to eat, whilst placing the back of his palm on your neck to check for swelling.

Kim Seokjin is a warm man; he’s your bubbly, friendly, dad-joke-telling, loud, singing-in-the-shower boyfriend who goes on nonstop about his pretty face and who begs for kisses in the comfort on your home. But Dr. Kim is a stoic man; professional, efficient, and concerned only with the safety and health of his patients and staff.

Most would think that having a doctor as a boyfriend would be convenient in times like this—and it was, for the most part—Jin usually ensured that you were happy and healthy. But right now, you weren’t dealing with Jin; you were dealing with the very stern doctor within him, and he only became that person at home when he couldn’t shake off something from work.

You place the soup on the nightstand and sit up before Jin can protest. “Jinnie, what’s wrong?”

Jin opens his mouth to speak, but once he sees the look in your eyes, he knows better than to try and lie to you.

“Even with that fever, you’re still sharp as a tack,” he smiles softly and sighs, “One of my patients died on the table yesterday. It was all a matter of timing—if we had gotten him into the ambulance earlier and I had gotten to the operating room just a bit faster, maybe we could have saved him.”

He looks up at you and takes your hand in his, “And then I came home to you being ill and I couldn’t help but think that if I had better timing when I took you out, maybe we could have avoided the rain and possible food poising and you wouldn’t be sick right now.”

“Jin—”

He brings your hand to his lips, and kisses it gently, “I know I’m over thinking everything but, I feel like a little piece of me goes every time I lose a patient. And you—if I ever lost you,” he pauses, “I don’t know what I’d do without myself.”

You shake your head and lace your fingers with his, “I’m not going anywhere, Jin. I promise.”

“Good,” he tightens his grip, “Me neither.”

After a few moments, he gets up, “Now, don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t take those pills before. Open up, missy.”

MIN YOONGI
police captain • cr.

“Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok is here.”

“Tell me something new, Jeon,” Yoongi sighs, looking up from the paperwork. Jungkook hands Yoongi a yellow slip of paper, then bows shyly before leaving his office.

Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Hobi practically keeps the police station open with the amount of traffic violations and underground shit he brings in here. Yoongi ought to let the rookies write him up this time.

Besides, that rascal’s case is bound to be more interesting than the phone taps he has to read over, so he leaves his desk in favor of greeting Hoseok for the umpteenth time this month—if you can call it that considering it is a police station and Hoseok most likely is here under arrest.

“Alright, Hoseok,” Yoongi’s voice is monotonous and routine, “What is it this time? Spray painting a government building? Speeding? Noise compl—”

“Actually, Captain, I brought something for you this time.”

With a raised eyebrow, Yoongi lifts his head, surprised to see you standing next to Hoseok with a lunch bag in hand.

“Y/N? What—did you come with him?” Assuming the worst, Yoongi’s hand flies to the baton strapped around his waist. Yoongi may be (begrudgingly) fond of Hoseok, but if he’d touched you, he could say hello to house arrest.

“Woah, slow down there, big boy. I saw this one on her way to bring you kiddie meal, so I thought I’d be a nice guy and give her a ride.”

Yoongi flashes between Hoseok’s sly grin and your bright smile. The contrast between the two of you is almost comical; you’re dressed cutely and comfortably, with a homemade meal in your hand while Hoseok sports overly ripped jeans, a dark shirt, a leather jacket to match, and nurses his McDonald’s fries in his left hand.

Once Yoongi rules that Hoseok is in fact telling the truth and that you have no signs of foul play or kidnapping printed on your body, he relaxes a bit.

“It’s true. Hobi saw me on the way here and offered me a ride,” you smile.

“And you willingly got in a car with this delinquent?” Yoongi questions.

“Yah! I’m a good driver, Min!”

“He calls everyone a delinquent,” you wave away his words, “I thought the two of you were friends, no?”

“Yes.” “Absolutely not.” The two answer at the same time.

You chuckle and walk forward to hand Yoongi his lunch. His dark bangs graze over his eyelashes as he leans down to look at you and accept the bag. There’s no peck—you know better than to try that while Yoongi’s at work, although his coworkers know just how ridiculously in love he is with you anyway—but he does give you a soft smile, an even softer thank you. But because Yoongi’s feeling brave today, and Hoseok’s presence proves to be more provoking than usual, he kisses you on the cheek for good measure.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Yoongi nods before you turn to walk out of the station.

“Hey, want a ride?” Hobi quips, keys already dangling. He walks towards you before he’s stopped, choking on the collar of his shirt as Yoongi pulls on it from behind.

“Over my dead body,” Yoongi grunts, dragging him into his office, “Let’s go, Hoseok, you still owe me three parking tickets and an explanation as to why you think you’re now my girlfriend’s personal chauffeur.”

JUNG HOSEOK
street racer • cr.

“Hobi, I am not getting on that thing!”

Hobi pouts and attempts to grab you hand, which you pull away quickly. “Baby, come onnnnn. It’s completely safe!”

“Don’t you “baby” me right now, Hoseok. Don’t you need some kind of special license to drive that?”

“No, baby. Come on, it’ll be fun! I thought you wanted to try new things?”

“I meant like taking a cooking class, or learning a language, or traveling to new places—”

“This technically is traveling,” Hobi interjects, only to be silenced by your glaring.

You cross you arms and continue to shoot daggers at your boyfriend across the garage. He’s unbelievable. He’s the only man you know who’s three parking tickets deep and one write up away from points on his license who would still insist on toying with the law (and the city’s unnerving police chief). He’s the only man you know who has three different cars (“well you can’t just drift in any old Audi, sweetheart”) and would still go out and buy a motorcycle. And he’s the only man you know that would try to convince you to get on said motorcycle.

“No, Hobi.” Last time he took you on a ride he insisted would be fun, you swear you got whiplash and lost hearing in your left ear for a week.

Hobi’s a good driver, there’s no denying that. He certainly knew how to handle any car on any road (and it was quite attractive, if you were being honest, the way he would concentrate when taking a turn, or the way he would stick his tongue out and wink at you before cranking up the acceleration, and even the way he came home from time to time with grease stains from fixing up something with Namjoon); but you knew Hobi to be good at driving cars, not the two wheeled death machines people called motorcycles.

“Baby,” Hobi walks over, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck then nestles his head into the crook, “I would never let you get hurt, you know that, right?”

“I know, Hobi.”

“And you know I’m always safe.”

“Yes, I know, Hobi.”

Hobi gently spins you around so that you’re facing him. “And you know you look really hot in my leather jacket, right?”

“Hoseok!”

“What? It’s the truth,” he grins, “Come on, let’s get a helmet on you.”

KIM NAMJOON
mechanic/engineer • cr.

“No, baby, you have to turn it clockwise, like this,” Namjoon crouches down behind you and adjusts your grip on the wrench.

You can feel Namjoon’s short breaths on your neck as his body molds into your yours whilst he fixes your mistakes. You crane your head slightly, getting the perfect view of his side profile. God, your boyfriend is hot. And oblivious.

“You got it now, baby?” He asks, standing up to hover over you.

You nod mindlessly, more focused on the way his jumpsuit fits him in all the right places; the way the edges of his hair stick to his face with sweat; the way his scarred, blackened hands look once he slips off his gloves.

Namjoon had to be the smartest person you know. Smart enough to rewire the heating/cooling system in your house to be more efficient. Smart enough to do the most complicated of math equations in his head in seconds. Smart enough to build you an entire car if you wanted him too. But goddamn, he was dumb when he wanted to be.

Like right now, for instance. You had absolutely no reason to come over to Joon’s garage and ask him to how change a tire. You couldn’t name one time in your life where you’d actually need to change a tire, or care to know how. You just wanted your boyfriend to bend you over the hood of a car. But clearly, that would be harder than you’d imagined.

“Hey, Joon, can you show me how to check the oil?”

“Sure, baby,” he smiles. You’re going to fucking lose it if he calls you that one more time.

With ease, he pops the hood of your car and bends over to the unscrew the oil cap. He begins to explain to you how to check for low levels and how to put new oil in, but once again, everything he’s saying is going over your head, and your mind is instead filled with images of your shirtless boyfriend.

When turns around to get more engine oil from his desk, you’ve decided you’ve had enough of his lessons. You grab the sleeve of his jumpsuit and force him to face you. “Joon, you know I love you, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about any of this car shit.”

Namjoon’s eyes become as big as saucers and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, even as your hands find their way to the nape of his neck. “Then why’d you ask—”

“Are you dumb, or are you dumb? Namjoon, all I want is for you to take me on the hood of one these cars.”

When he finally understands your motives, his signature smirk grows on his face. He reaches into his pocket, brings out a small remote, and presses the green button on top. You hear the garage door begin to close as his hands rest on your hips.

“You should have just said so, baby.”

PARK JIMIN
ceo • cr.

“Chim? Are you okay?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance, simply nodding and sipping on more of his over priced champagne.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” you say, turning to Jimin as much as you can in your seat and as much as your dress will allow. You gently grab his face and force him to face you, “What’s wrong, Jimin?”

For some reason, your usually confident boyfriend is a nervous wreck. He’s a people person; people love him—and what’s not to love? Between his handsome face, celebrity-status hair, sweet soul, and charming smile, there really is no reason not to like Park Jimin.

Park Jimin, however, doesn’t seem to understand that, despite him being South Korea’s most successful CEO under twenty-five, your constant reminders, and it being one of the most basic facts of the universe.

“You know me so well,” he says with a soft smile.

“Well, I would hope so, we are dating,” you tease.

Jimin smiles and laces your hands under the table. “I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?” Jimin nods again, and licks his lips, to which you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Hey, it’s just like any other of your presentations. You’re gonna knock these snobby motherfuckers right off their feet.”

Jimin smiles, big and real this time, and hangs his head while chuckling. “I’m not nervous about that, baby.”

“Then what?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s got you shaking under the table, Park Jimin.”

He blushes, having been caught. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about asking someone to make a really big merger with the company for some time now. I was going to ask them tonight, but,—”

“You’re nervous?” you finish for him. When he nods, you grip his hand a little tighter. “Jimin, they’d be stupid to say no, okay?”

“You think so?” he searches your face desperately for an affirmative, relief washing over his face when you nod in return.

“I mean, I don’t know a lot about business, I can’t imagine someone being stupid enough to reject the opportunity to merge companies with Park Jimin. I certainly wouldn’t turn that down.”

“You really think they’d be stupid to say no?”

“Absolutely idiotic.”

He looks at you for little, with that beautiful smile and that never-ending support of yours, and thinks to himself, that yeah, he’s going to do this tonight. Because he’ll be damned if he has to spend one more day living in uncertainty.

“Okay,” Jimin says.

He gently unlaces your fingers, pushes his chair back and finally, finally does the one thing he’s been waiting to do for three months now; he gets on one knee and pulls out a little, velvety box from his back pocket.

When he looks up, he sees the shock in your expression and the tears already forming at the corners of your eyes. But it was the good kind of shock, and if he knew you as well you knew him, those were happy tears. So he doesn’t fret, doesn’t shy away, and smiles instead. He pays no attention to the crowd forming; it’s just the two of you in the room as he takes your left hand in his right, and holds the open ring box in the other.

“Hey,” he smiles quietly, “Don’t say anything stupid when I ask you, okay?”

KIM TAEHYUNG
firefighter • cr.

“Jin, I love you, but if you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to fucking castrate you.”

Jin sighs, backs away from you slightly, but still keeps a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, this is, Tae, we’re talking about,” he reminds you, “He’ll be fine.”

His words are pretty and comforting and extremely hard to believe given the chaos burning in front of your eyes. But this is Tae, you’re talking about; and that’s what worries you the most.

There are at least three ambulances on the scene, treating family members for smoke inhalation and minor burns; all the neighbors have come outside, pajama-clad and all to assist in (and gossip) in any way that they can; Yoongi is busy controlling the crowd of reporters on the scene; and the once adorable cream-painted two story house that you drove by every day was crumbling before you.

To your left, you see Mingyu and Seokmin being ushered towards EMS. There were part of Tae’s team, so where the fuck was Tae.

“Said he had to do one last check, had something else to find,” Seokmin explains to you.

From the looks of the house, there didn’t seem to be much left to find, you think. You watch as the left side of the house starts to completely collapse into itself. Jin tries to hold you back at the guys in the fire truck move into action.

“Jin, let me go! Where is he?!”

“(Y/N), you have to calm down, I promise you—”

“You can’t fucking promise me anything!” you cry, “It’s not your husband that’s stuck in a crumbling house, for fucks sake! Somebody has to help him, he could be buried under rubble or something, we can’t just—”

Jin suddenly spins your body around, and a plethora of emotions swarms over you, most prominently, relief; but concern is a close second.

Because there’s Taehyung, your Taehyung, covered in ash, heaving heavily, limping slightly, but smiling through it all, as he sets an equally ash-covered puppy down on the concrete to be taken care of by EMS.

You can’t stop the tears from welling as when you run to hug him and he flashes that boxy, dust-covered smile admits all the smoke and ash and chaos surrounding you—when you finally, finally know that he’s okay, that everything is going to be okay.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re okay,” you whisper, as if your words could hurt him if they were any louder.

“I told you I’d always come back to you, right?” Tae squeezes you closer, ignoring the pain that shoots through his body. When he feels the desperate nod of your head he kisses your hair gently.

“Besides,” he pulls you away, while wiping your tears, “I’d have to be a monster to let a puppy die in a fire.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
police officer • cr.

“Aw, come on, why not?” Jungkook whines, following you around your shared apartment like a lost puppy as you try your best to ignore is absurd ideas.

“Because, Jungkook, those are police-issued handcuffs! Do you even have a key for them, on you?”

“Um, yes? I think so, let me go—”

“Jungkook!”

If Jungkook really thought he was going to get you to agree to him handcuffing you to your bed using police-grade handcuffs, he had another thing coming. This has to be the most fucked up of all of his cop related fantasies.

“It’d be hot!”

“I don’t think having to call Yoongi to uncuff me from our bed after we’ve just had sex fits into my definition of ‘hot,’” you retort.

“What, you don’t think threesomes are hot? Because I kinda—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you take to hitting him with the closets object within your reach, which happen to be a pillow from the couch. “This is not the time to get kinky!”

“Um, yes it is,” he hops over the couch, “This is, like, the perfect time to get kinky.”

Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his so that you’re fixed in his lap with his arms around you. He’s got that same shit-eating grin on his face, and that same cute crinkle around his nose.

“So, what I’m hearing is that if I were to buy fake, plastic, baby handcuffs, you’d let me tie you to the bed?”

“Jungk—”

“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”

“Is this how you interrogate people at the station?”

“I usually don’t have them sit on my lap and I’m usually not asking them about their preferred method of handcuffing, but yeah, pretty much.”

“You call them ‘baby?’”

“Well somebody has to be the good cop, right?”

“Hm, are you saying, Yoongi isn’t the good cop?”

“Yoongi-hyung is definition of—hey, hey! You’re distracting me!” Jungkook exclaims, tightening his grip on your waist, and tickling you as punishment.

“Alright! Alright!” you beg for mercy as Jungkook continues to ruthlessly attack your sides.

“Not until you say ‘Jeon Jungkook is the sexist cop in Seoul.’”

“What are you, twelve? I’m not—” but Jungkook doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish, and continues to tickle you.

“I’m going to murder you, Jeon Jungkook,” you claim instead. Jungkook finally lets up, and just when you think he’s done imparting his idiocy on you for the day, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Threatening a cop? You know, that’s technically, a crime, babe. I might have to use those handcuffs for real.”

It All Comes Down To You (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~3400 words]

warnings: S A D N E S S, angst, major character death, mentions of blood and violence, pregnancy, language, friendship-fluff (platonic fluff maybe? idk)

A/N: I guess my hiatus is over then (if anyone even noticed it haha). enjoy, though! feedback is always appreciated

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“BUCKY!” As fast as your legs would carry you, you ran towards where you had heard the gunshots. You didn’t care that you could be hit by a bullet as well, your eyes were solely on him.

Ignoring the shouts and orders coming through the intercom, you knelt next to him. Instantly, your hands pressed down on the wound as hard as possible. “It’s gonna be fine,” you said but Bucky’s eyes were already closed.

“You listening to me, love?” There was no answer. “Bucky?!” The panic was evident in your voice. Seemingly startled, his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

“Y/N.” Bucky forced a smile for you but he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness and how foggy everything suddenly felt. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

You shook your head furiously, partly to shake off the tears that clouded your vision and partly because you needed him to know that you would never, ever forget him. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Y/N?” This time, it was Clint who called your name through the intercom. “Where are you?”

“Bucky is down. He got hit.”

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Homegrown, grass-fed, organic Coach Bittle headcanons

(This got really long and fluffy. Sorry.)

Coach looks like a scary dude, but he’s actually a big softie. He has a really intimidating resting bitch face, and a more intimidating murder face, but he would rather eat shit than say shit.

Coach is hella passive aggressive. If you mess with him he’ll be all like, “Wah, I was always taught to turn the other cheek. Hate the sin, love the sinner.” But then he’ll blind copy your boss and forward your emails if he feels like you’re being rude. Or he’ll hand out invitations to a cookout to everyone except you.

And it’s really interesting because Suzanne Bittle is the opposite. She is small and very sweet, but if you mess with her she ascends through passive aggressive and straight into aggressive-aggressive. Like, in high school Bitty had a lot of trouble with this one teacher. Not the subject material, but the teacher. Bitty would ask for help or clarification and the teacher would basically do the academic equivalent of “No, fuck off and die.” And then this teacher would “lose” Bitty’s assignments periodically, and he would grade Bitty’s tests way harder than anyone else’s.

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No matter what

Originally posted by qrunge-alexxaa

Summary:  Reader has news to tell her longtime boyfriend, Jeff, but isn’t sure how he’s going to react.

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader 

Request:  “Can I get #20 with Jeff?! I’m too excited to think rn”

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word count: 1247

Links: Prompt list

Y/F/F = Your favorite flowers 


Black dots clouded your vision as your back arched and loud moans slipped out of your mouth.  You were panting as your boyfriend of 3 years grunted, slowly pulling out of you and discarding the condom before flopping down next to you.  You tried to control your breathing, smiling as you reminisced in the memory of what has happened in the past hour.  You felt Jeff lazily throw his muscular arm across your waist and nestling his face into your chest.  Although it wasn’t the first time, it sure felt like it, as every time was better than the first even though the same result happened.  Your fingers ran through his silky soft, brunette locks and you felt your eyes get heavy before you drifted to sleep.

That was all almost two months ago.  You found out that you were pregnant about two weeks ago, but every time you were about to tell Jeff, you chickened out.  It’s not exactly everyday that you get pregnant halfway through senior year, so you had a reason to be afraid, even though your boyfriend was always too nice for his own good.

Tonight, you were at another party, sober of course, celebrating the baseball team’s win.  You stood next to Jeff with a bottle of water in hand as he played beer pong with Monty, who was currently losing.

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Better Than Medicine // Na Jaemin

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the prompt: Could I request something super fluffy and full of cuddles with NCT Dream Jaemin? Thank you!

words: 1097

category: fluff + kind of a best friend scenario?

author note: i have had this plot for jaemin in my head for months and now is the perfect time to bring it out. also i miss him so but he’s my lil honey bun and i hope he’s okay and healthy and living a unstressed life rn. ANYWAY hope this was up what you wanted! please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by haechannie

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Okay, but can we take a minute to talk about a Superfamily AU where Steve and Tony adopted Peter as an infant and for the first years of his life, he thinks Pepper is a superhero?  

Hear me out.  So, an offhand comment by Steve or Tony about Pepper being the real superhero for getting one of them to do…something and Peter overhears it and spends many of his formative years trying to figure out what Pepper’s powers are and to catch her in the act of using them.  Everyone thinks it’s adorable that Peter’s started following Pepper around because, “aw, kid’s got a crush,” and that is not what he’s spying on Pepper; he wants to see her fly - and if he’s good, maybe she’ll take him flying, too, since Tony is clearly “the Worst Dad In The World” and won’t take him flying in the suit.  (Sweet spiderling, how you hurt your father.  Steve spends the better part of an hour convincing Tony that he’s an awesome dad and also, their kid is so Extra, like his little four year-old ass actually stormed out of the room.  Like flung his head and stormed out because is so Tony’s kid.)

Anyway, so Peter doesn’t have a crush (he totally has a little boy crush on Pepper; it’s adorable); he’s doing recon.  He just knows Aunt Pepper is gonna pick up her car when her she drops her fancy pen and it rolls under the car.  She doesn’t.  Peter starts to think maybe she can sense when other people are near.  Maybe that’s he super power.  Maybe she can read minds.  

So, little Peter spent a lot of time thinking Pepper (and also trying to figure out her secret super hero identity because surely she had to have one.  You don’t just have powers and not use them to help people.) was a cape-wearing, car-lifting, mind-reading superhero who just happened to fly way below the radar.

Ofc, when he’s older, he gets what his dads were talking about, but he stills thinks she’s a superhero anyway when she can bully Tony out of the lab and to the dinner table when even Steve can’t manage it.  

Enter Civil War.  (I have given this A LOT of thought.)  Basically, Peter’s dads are off in another country getting a divorce and Peter is Just. Not. Having It.  He convinces Happy that he needs to go to Romania because my dads, Happy and Happy can’t help it.  He sort of agrees with the kid.  Plus, he’s always had a soft spot for Pete.  (Happy is at home with Peter because there is no one Tony trusts more to protect his kid than Happy Hogan.)  So Happy smuggles them to Romania somehow and Peter gets there just in time to see the mayhem Steve and co. unleash on Romanian rush hour.  

Happy had sort of explained what was going on, done his best not make anyone a bad guy.  Just explain that there these superhero accords and his dads were totally on different sides of the fence, and yeah, they’re fighting pretty bad this time, kiddo.  I won’t lie to you.  

So Peter shows up to all of this and his dad is arrested and so is Uncle Sam and huh, that’s this Bucky guy his dad keeps telling him about.  He doesn’t look that impress - holy shit, he’s got a metal arm!  He is totally going to be the cool uncle!  He’s not telling Uncle Sam or Uncle Rhodey that, though.  Yeah.  But that’s not the important thing right now.  The important thing is his dad is kind of a dumbass right now and he needs to got and Talk To Him.

So, he sneaks in to where Steve is (he got really got at sneaking when he was tailing Pepper all those years) and is that the weird cat guy?  That guy is so weird.  Who dresses up like a cat?  Who does that?  Peter kind of gives him a side eye and a wide berth because really.  (*Also, fuck you, too, Peter, I would totally dress up as a cat.  T’Challa and I could be cat superhero friends and it would be awesome.)  But there’s Uncle Sam, complaining about his “bird costume” (ha, a bird costume.  Peter is never letting that one go.) and there’s his dad looking stubborn and like he’s about to do something stupid.  Again.  Peter’s gotten good at reading those looks on his dad’s face because Steve does a lot of stupid shit like jumping out of planes without a parachute and jumping out of glass elevators without parachutes and also eating the whole breakfast Peter made him and Tony for Father’s Day when he was four.  Tony had eyed it skeptically and promptly distracted Peter while Steve his dumb face and ate all of it.  (Tony tried really hard to feel bad for him, but “you ate it! i can’t believe you ate it!  and also “i thought super soldiers couldn’t get food poisoning.”)

But right.  Dad’s about to do a Dumb Thing.  So Peter marches in all business, all serious and gives Steve his best Dad Face.  Or more accurately, Steve’s best I Am So Disappointed In You Dad Face.  He even crosses his arms and shakes his head a little.  Then he opens his mouth and what he says is:

“I’m calling Pepper.”

And thus, Civil War was averted because Pepper shut that shit the fuck down while she and Peter both gave everyone Very Disappointed In All Of You faces.  

I feel like this could be a 5 Times fic.  Five Times Peter Thought Pepper Had Secret Superpowers and One Time She Really Did.  

Other things to consider:

- Spider-Man was an embarrassing nickname his dads gave him when he was a baby because he crawled all over everything.  Steve used to joke that he was waiting for the door when Peter learned how to crawl onto the walls.  Oops.  Careful what you wish for.  That’s the first thing that gives his whole Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man gig away because really, Pete?  It’s like you took out a billboard ad in Times Square.  

- Tony takes Peter to his first day of school in the suit because he’s weak to those eyes.

- Steve is weirdly obsessed with his health and is always ready to take him to the doctor at a moment’s notice and “it’s just a cold, Dad.  I’m fine, oh my god.”  (Steve always sits up with him when he’s sick, though, no matter how old he is and 15 year-old Peter still secretly loves that his dad will make him soup and bring him a warm washcloth for “just a cold.”)

- Steve and Tony are absolutely those embarrassing dads who show up to every school event ever with Peter Parker Fan Club t-shirts and cheer obnoxiously loudly and yell out “that’s my son!”  They are the worst.

Basically, Superfamily and Pepper.  I have so many thoughts about superfamily.

Chicken Soup for the Soul

Pairing : Ethan X Reader, Teamiplier

Request : Hello! Hope you’re day is going well! Can I please request an Ethan/Teamiplier x sick! reader. I have a cold and need something cute to read. Have a nice day!! :)) — @cwstandsforcaswinchester

Warnings : sick!reader, fluffy Ethan (yes that is a warning), teamiplier acting like over concerned parents


Your stomach ached as you tossed and turned. The sweat forming on your neck told you to push the blankets off, but you were freezing so you clutched them tighter. You could hear the boys chatting through your closed door and you groaned, pulling the blankets over your head.
You cursed the blinds for not doing their jobs, the harsh sunlight making your head throb with every beat of your heart. The faint smell of pancakes teases you from the kitchen, making your stomach growl. Yet the thought of eating makes your throat tighten. Suddenly the pounding of music rattles the walls and you let out a long, pitiful whine. 

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She was sick, it wasn’t the normal, stay in bed and eat soup type of sick, Something was wrong with her heart, the doctors couldn’t quite place what was wrong, but the one thing they knew for sure was that Betty Cooper was very, very sick.

“It’s failing, your heart is failing. we’ve put you on the top of the donor list but even with your high placement, there’s really not much we can do. We just have to wait.” Her doctor had said, looking sadly at the family crying in his office.

So they waited. And waited. And waited. It had been four months and she knew she was running out of time. Everyday she got weaker, some days she could hardly keep her eyes open through a full period and other days the walk from class to class left her more than winded. She knew she was losing weight but she couldn’t eat, the nausea from her heart pills was too severe.
The only person she had told was Veronica and that had been completely accidental.

“What are these?” Veronica had asked looking at the array of medications and paperwork on her dresser. She meant to put all that away but she had fallen asleep
“Oh, those are just for my headaches.”
Veronica didn’t believe her so she pulled out her phone and googled the medications “these are all for heart disease? Why would you have these?” She couldn’t hold it in anymore and told Veronica everything, they both cried together that night, before they fell asleep, Her best friend holding her hand.
Veronica had been great, supporting her and coming to her hospital visits almost every time. Betty’s parents had checked out about two months in , they resigned to accept the fact that their daughter was dying and couldn’t bring themselves to get to close for the fear of it hurting more when she died. It hurt, but she figured it was for the best.

Settling down onto the cold metal bench in the courtyard Betty shivered, she seemed to always be cold these days even in the late spring sunshine, she had asked to leave class early so she could make it to lunch on time, she knew she was awfully slow these days, and she hated to hold people up in the hallways.

Suddenly a dark blue flannel was draped over her shoulders and she smiled instantly, tugging the material closer to her chest before glancing up at Jughead. “Thanks juggie” she whsipered, he just shook his head and offered one of his rare smiles, reserved only for Betty. “Don’t mention it.”
Their quiet moment was quickly interrupted by the rest of the gang, dropping their trays on the table and jumping into conversations.
Kevin was going on about the adorable new uniforms pembrooke got to wear “I mean come on, do you know how much time it would save me if I only had one option of clothes, look at Archie all he wears is jeans and that letterman jacket I bet he’s ready in like two minutes” Archie chucked a grape at the boy and rolled his eyes.
Cheryl sighed “the skirts are cute, I’m totally into the naughty school girl look.”
Betty relaxed into Jugheads side, feeling tired and drained, this was nothing new, but she always felt extra tired when she tried to keep up with all of her friends conversations.
“You okay green eyes?” Jughead grumbled above her, dropping a hand to her face pushing away a few loose blonde strands of hair that were dangling in her face.

Jughead was exceptionally affectionate, he was almost always touching her, or leaning on her and when she leaned on him he accepted it with open arms, shrugging an arm around her shoulder pulling her tighter every time. The thing was, he wasn’t like this to everyone, in fact the only person he let touch him was Betty. She never brought it up, afraid to jinx it but she always wondered if maybe he felt the same way she did.
She loved Jughead jones, she had realized that the day she got over Archie. She loved him and she couldn’t help but think, would he ever know? Would she ever get the chance to tell him? Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, she smiled up at him weakly “just tired juggie.”
“One more period bets” he said, squeezing her shoulder.

“Are we still on for after school B?” Veronica asked from her seat across Betty, she gently nudged Betty with her foot and wiggled her eyebrows, smirking.

Betty shot her a mock glare and nodded “yep, 4:00” she was going in for X-rays, the doctor was concerned, and if things were getting worse, she would be bumped up even more on the list. She hated feeling happy to be taking away someone’s chance.

“What’s after school?” Archie asked putting down his guitar.
Veronica shook her head “its girl things Archie you wouldn’t understand.” He rolled his eyes “well then how come Cheryl isn’t invited?” He smirked at the redhead to his left, she threw him a glare before she turned to the two girls
“Yeah, how come Cheryl isn’t invited, last time I checked, I am a girl.” She said sassily, flipping her long hair.
“yeah and I’m an honorary girl, where’s my invite?” Kevin added placing a hand on his hip.

Veronica sighed loudly “okay! Fine! It’s not girl things! It’s B&V things, now butt out. Hey Betty are you okay?”

Everything was blurry, her breathing was slow and she felt her heartbeat at an alarmingly uneven rate.

“I…Im..” she couldn’t focus, couldn’t get her thoughts together.

Suddenly she felt two large, warm hands grip her shoulders “sunshine! Hey bets! Betty look at me, come on bets.” Jughead was pleading with her, the last thing she saw before everything went black was the blurry piercing blue eyes staring her down and filled with worry.

She woke up in a hospital bed, her eyes painfully adjusting to the light. The familiar face of her doctor was standing over her and smiling relieved. “You gave us all quite the scare ms.cooper, we have you on supports right now, your heart rate slowed down to an alarmingly low pace, we were able to restart it, but it’s not a permanent fix, fortunately yet unfortunately this situation helped you bring your standings all the way to the top. You should hopefully have a brand new heart within the next two weeks. Your friends are all outside, shall I bring them in?” Betty nodded weakly sending a Thankyou smile to her doctor.

They all must know now, she didn’t want them worrying about her, it was too much too carry, she should know. Veronica came bursting through the door and immediately launched herself on top of Betty, tears leaking from her eyes “I was so scared! I thought we lost you! The ambulance kept asking me what was wrong and I just kept saying your heart! But those idiots didn’t know what to do!” Betty laughed softly “I’m okay Ronnie, I’m okay!” Archie came to stand by her bed followed by Cheryl and Kevin “never do that again.okay?” Cheryl said seriously her eyes red rimmed a sure sign that she too had been crying
“I promise.” Betty returned linking pinkies with the redhead.
Archie grabbed her free hand “Betty.. I didnt .. I didnt know. I wasn’t paying close enough attention.. this whole time..” she cut him off quickly “this isn’t your fault Archie, it’s no ones fault. I’m sick. I’m sick but I’m hopefully going to get better, the doctors say I have a really good chance at getting a new heart as soon as possible.”

Everyone nodded as Kevin dropped a kiss to her cheek “as soon as you get out of here, we’re having a sleepover.” She laughed “you got it Kev” she looked over his shoulder and caught the eyes of Jughead, instantly she froze. Veronica noticed and began ushering everyone out of the room"alright everyone, let’s give her some space.“ She leaned over the bed to wrap Betty in a hug
“He was a mess, I’ve never seen him like that, he is totally in love with you.” She winked as the teens left the room, leaving only Betty and jughead.
It was quiet for a few seconds and Betty needed to break it “ Jughead I..”

Cutting her off ,he shook his head
“You didn’t tell me. I didn’t know.”
“Jughead..”
“You almost died Betty. In my arms. I was holding you. One second you’re staring at me all green eyes and smiling and the next you’re lying there not moving, not breathing. I thought you died Betty.” She shook her head tears leaking out. She opened her mouth to speak but he wasn’t done. “And then Veronica is yelling about your heart, how you have heart problems and I’m thinking “she’s sick?” I should’ve known. I should’ve payed closer attention to you, but I didn’t. I could’ve lost you today. I could’ve lost you without telling you everything, telling you how I feel.“ His eyes were panicked and he was clenching his fists so tight his knuckles were white.
"How you feel?” Betty whispered, confused and shakey, did he have feelings for her, feelings stronger than friendship?

He took a deep breathe and clutched her hand
“I love you Betty Cooper, I’m so in love with you it hurts. When I watched you pass out in my arms today, I realized i can’t take time for granted anymore. I want to be with you. I want to be with you for as long as I can, for as long as time allows, which I hope is a very long time. I understand if you don’t feel the same but you needed to know, I needed you to know.” Betty cut off his rambling by tugging on his sleeve and pulling him Down to her, pressing her lips gently against his. She was still weak, but damn, if her heart hadn’t gone out through all of that, she was pretty sure it never would.
She pulled away smiling as she looked into his dazed and droopy eyes.
“I love you Jughead jones, I’m not going anywhere, not for a very long time.”

He smiled at her dropping his forehead to hers
“Whatever new heart you get, I hope it knows ..you already have mine.”

Contagious

Just a little fic I had pop into my head about something that happened to me a few years ago.

For: @outside-the-government and her 29th birthday celebration!  Happy Happy Birthday, Jules!! I hope you are having a fantastically wonderous day! Love you boo!<33

Prompt: How did I know I’d find you here?

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Leonard x Reader

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“Y/NNNNN!” Jim whined from the couch. “I need youuuu!”

“Oh, Jim. You have the flu, you’re not dying. Quit being a baby.” You replied, rolling your eyes at him from the kitchen.

You grabbed Jim’s soup from the replicator as you made your way to take it to him. You sat the soup down in front of him and ruffled his hair gently.

“Eat, mister.” You ordered, placing your hands on your hips.

Jim pouted in return, but picked up the soup and began to sip small mouthfuls. You turned to make your way back to the kitchen when you’re stopped in your tracks by an arm snaking around your leg, pulling you in close.

“Leonard, what are you.. let go. I can’t get you any soup if you’re clinging to my leg.” You said exasperated, as a small smile played on you lips despite yourself.

“No.” Leonard said simply as he groaned and buried his sweaty face in your pant leg, refusing to let go as he squeezed your leg tighter. You chuckled lightly to yourself.

“Come on Leonard, I’ll be right back.” You replied gently as you carded your hand through his sweaty hair. Leonard huffed quietly and let go of your leg reluctantly, and plopped his head back on his pillow.

“You two are worse than children when you’re sick, I swear.” You mumbled to yourself as you head back to the replicator and made Leonard a bowl of soup as well. You headed back to the couch and sat the bowl down in front of Leonard.

“Your turn.” You said as you turned around to look at Leonard. He just grunted in response and closed his eyes. “Leonard…” You trailed off as you cross your arms over your chest. Leonard peeked a half lidded eye at you and patted the couch between him and Jim while giving a small pouty face.

“Juvenile.” You replied playfully as you plopped down on the couch anyway. Leonard smirked at his victory, propping himself up slightly on his pillow. He grabbed your hand and nuzzled it against his cheek, refusing to let go while he began to sip on his soup. Jim scooted closer to you and laid his head on your shoulder, shivering slightly from the fever.

“Jim, where’s your blanket?” You asked, searching around him. Jim pointed to the floor on the other side of the couch.


“You two really are helpless aren’t you?” You chuckled, straining to reach the blanket since Leonard still wouldn’t let go of your hand. You finally managed to grab the blanket with the tips of your fingers and wrapped it tightly around Jim.

“Maybe if you weren’t so good at taking care of us, Y/N” Jim replied with a yawn, as he scooted in as close as he could for warmth.

“Well nobody else is going to take care of you two idiots, so I might as well volunteer.” You said jokingly, beginning to laugh.

“What would we do without you?” Leonard asked in between mouthfuls of soup, having scooted as close to you as he possibly could.

“Well by the way you two are acting, probably just keel over on the spot.” You sassed as you laid your head on the back of the couch.

Leonard finished up his soup and put his head in your lap, scooting even closer, if that were possible. He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing tight and leaving them there.

“Thanks darlin.” Leonard mumbled into your stomach, already beginning to fall asleep. Jim had laid his head on your shoulder with his legs propped up on the coffee table, already fast asleep.

“Don’t mention it, now get some sleep.” You said as you began to run your hands through their hair, trying to soothe them.

“Ohh, my poor boys.” You barely said above a whisper as all three of you began to snore softly on the couch.


You woke up in your quarters a couple days later with a loud groan. You were cold, you were sweaty, your stomach in knots, and you ached all over. You silently cursed Bones and Jim and then quickly sighed, this wasn’t their fault.

You threw your sheets off and sat up slowly on your bed. Your head pounded at the movement, squinting as pain throbbed in your temples.  You put your hands on either side of the bed and pushed yourself off.

You staggered slightly and caught yourself on the edge of the bed. You slowly shuffled you way in the bathroom and hoped a shower would help.

It helped somewhat, helping you feel cleaner at least. You went over to your cabinet and pulled out every cold and flu medicine that you possessed and began to become a scientist as you figured out how much you could safely take of each one without killing your liver. After taking your medicine, you slowly made your way back into your bed and swiftly fell asleep yet again.

You were awoken slightly sometime later to the sound of your comm going off. Your brain was in too much of a haze to register it properly before sleep consumed you again almost immediately.

Who knows how much later, you’re awoken by your comm yet again. Your brain feeling slightly less groggy, you’re able to reach out this time and look at the comm. “Leonard” the comm read. You groaned, “not today Leonard” you thought and turned your comm off and fell back asleep.

“Y/N, wake up. Wake up Y/N!” You could hear but it sounded so far away and muffled. Soon you felt a light tapping on your cheek, causing you to snort awake.

“Huh, what, who?” You reply groggily as you pried your eyes open slightly. You took one glance up and you immediately realized you were in so much trouble.

How did I know I’d find you here?” Leonard said with a scowl. He was hovering over your bed, staring daggers at you, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uhmmm, hi. How’d you get in here?” You slurred, still coming out of your drug induced coma.

“Medical override, remember?” Leonard replied coolly, before gesturing to the bed “well this explains why you haven’t answered your comm in almost two days.”

“Two days?” You questioned surprised. Did you really take that much medicine? Whoops. Cold medicine always seemed to have a way of knocking you on your butt.

“Yes, Y/N. Two days. Why the hell didn’t you answer you comm? You should have told me you were sick.” Leonard replied angrily, as he sat down next to you on the bed, feeling your forehead.

“I dunno, I just took some medicine and fell asleep. I didn’t hear my comm.” You lied smoothly, or at least you hoped.

“What the hell did you take?” Leonard demanded, running a hand through his hair and sighing. You just pointed to the bathroom as Leonard swiftly walked into the bathroom and began rummaging through the empty packages.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, did you take all of this? Are you trying to make your liver fail?” Leonard lectured as he tossed the empty boxes across the counter. You groaned, the sound of his rising voice, and all the noise he was making made your head pound. Leonard sighed at your groan and quieted down.

“You spent three days taking care of us Y/N. The least you could do was call and tell me so I could come take care of you.” Leonard stated, gentler this time, as he made his way back to your bedside, placing a hand gently on your back, rubbing it softly.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You mumbled as you buried your sweaty forehead in your pillow.

“You’re never a bother, darlin. Jim and I are the reason you’re sick. I’m sorry about that, now come here.” Leonard replied as he began to give you the once over, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’re burning up sweetheart.” Leonard noted and sighed as he continued to look you over. You groaned and swatted his hand, already annoyed by his incessant doctoring.

“I need to see what’s going on, don’t fight me” Leonard lectured “from what I recall, someone else was the same way with Jim and me”

Leonard got up and went to the bathroom where he knew you kept your tricorder and made his way back to the bed and began to scan you.

“You’ve got a slight fever darlin, 101.5*F, but I don’t want to give you anything else because of the medicine cabinet full of pills you’ve already taken.” Leonard replied grumpily as he went to feel around your throat.

“Stop it and just lay with me?” You ask pitifully as you grab his hand and squeezed gently.

“Alright.” Leonard relented with a sigh “but when’s the last time you ate?”

“Uhm.. Sometime, whenever the last time I was conscious.” You replied tiredly, not really remembering, mumbling into your pillow.

“Well you need to eat something for me first” Leonard replied, already making his way to the kitchen. You must have dozed off while Leonard was gone because your eyes flitted open as his hand shook your shoulder gently.

“Wake up Y/N, you need to eat” Leonard said as he shook you softly. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets over your head. “Oh no sweetheart. You forced me to eat, now I’m forcing you, up you get.”

You were too tired to argue as you let Leonard sit you up gently. You took the warm bowl from his hands and held onto it as you let its warmness seep through your fingers.

“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, as you began to sip slowly, closing you eyes.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” Leonard chuckled as he took off his shirt and pants and slid in the bed next to you. You leaned back against him as you finished you soup, relishing his cool skin against your warm back.

Leonard sat the bowl aside when you were done and pulled you close to him. He put his hand back on your forehead.

“You sure you’re ok, sweetheart?” Leonard questioned as concern began to reappear on his features, as he brushed his hand across your cheek.

“I’m okay… promise.” You mumbled as you leaned into his touch before quickly falling asleep snuggled into his chest.


Leonard awoke a few hours later. It was really hot in there, so hot he was sweating. He went to move the covers off of him when he realized that the heat was radiating off of you. He scrambled for the desk light and clicked it on. He looked back over to you and saw you and your sheets soaked with a layer of sweat.

“Darlin’, wake up, you’re burning up” Leonard said as he placed a hand back on your forehead.

“Sweetheart, answer me” Leonard said quickly, worry beginning to creep into his voice. You just laid there and moaned quietly. Leonard shot up out of bed and grabbed the tricorder from the end table, quickly scanning you.

Leonard dropped the tricorder almost as fast as he began, as it gave him a reading of 105*F. Leonard flew into his calm panic mode.

“Shit, Y/N can you hear me? Your fever is dangerously high, you’re going to start cookin’ soon if we don’t bring this down.” Leonard said quickly as he shook you softly, trying to rouse you.

“Sweetheart, wake up, please.” Leonard said loudly as he grabbed a flashlight from your nightstand to check your pupil response. The flashlight was unnecessary as your eyes had rolled back into your head.

“Fuck!” Leonard shouted as he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower as cold as he could. He ran back into your bedroom to grab you. You had begun to mumble incoherently.

“Son of a bitch!” Leonard muttered to himself, further increasing his worry. He quickly grabbed you in his arms bridal style. He then quickly walked back into the bathroom and immediately sat in the shower holding you in his arms.

“Dammit Y/N, don’t do this to me” Leonard pleaded. He gently pulled your wet hair out of your face and nuzzled his head in your shoulder as the icy water continued to fall on you both.

Leonard kept a close eye on you, constantly checking your forehead, heart rate, and your breathing. Oh how he wished he had his medkit, and cursed himself for leaving it in his room. If your fever didn’t come down soon he was going to have to take you to medical. He had no time before, he needed to start trying to cool you down.

“Sweetheart please, come back to me.” Leonard whispered as he pulled you close to him. He continued to sit in the cold shower, shivering, refusing to budge as he laid his head back against the cool tile.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty. Here you were in his arms, with a fever almost high enough to possibly cause brain damage, all because you had looked after him and Jim. Against his better judgement, he hadn’t made you leave, he just wanted you close when he was sick. You always made him feel better, but now you were paying for it. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he sighed up at the ceiling, cursing himself inwardly.

It might have been a half an hour later, Leonard wasn’t sure, he was about to go and grab the tricorder to check on your fever but he noticed you were beginning to shiver. Leonard looked down at your face when he noticed your eyes moving underneath your closed lids.

“Y/N… sweetheart, are you with me?” Leonard questioned hopefully, as he held your face out of the water. You groaned softly in reply.

“Hey, there’s my girl. Come on Y/N, come back to me.” Leonard mumbled, relief flooded him as he moved your hair out of your face once more, kissing your forehead softly.

“Why am I soggy?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, as you cracked your eyes open ever so slightly.

“You had a 105* fever, sweetheart. I had to cool you off fast and this is all I had to work with.” Leonard chuckled softly at your confusion, running a hand through your damp hair, just happy you were awake.

“Oh..” is all you could manage to breathe out, too exhausted to manage anything more. Leonard made you stay in the shower a little while longer, just to be safe. You shivered and tried to pull your body closer to him.

“Just a little while longer, I want to make sure your fever is down and not going to come back up.” Leonard said gently as he took in your body language. You nodded in reply as you rested your head on his cool chest. A little while later, your teeth began to chatter as Leonard rubbed your arms gently.

“Alright Y/N, let’s get you out of here.” Leonard said softly as he reached up to turn off the water “can you sit up for me while I go get some towels?”

You nodded your head once as Leonard helped you sit up and leaned you against the other side of the shower. Leonard quickly got up and padded over to get some towels.

“Come on darlin, up you get, we need to get you to medical.” Leonard ordered as he helped you stand up in the shower “let’s get you out of these wet clothes first.”

Leonard lifted your arms and took your soaked shirt off gently and moved down to your pajama shorts next. Leonard then wrapped you tightly in the warm towel.

“Please Leonard, don’t make me go to medical, I just want to sleep.” You pleaded quietly with your eyes closed. Leonard narrowed his eyes at you and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You almost fried your brain Y/N! You need to go to medical and get checked out. I need to get you on a biobed and get a complete reading on what’s going on with you.” Leonard said sternly, continuing to glare.

“Tomorrow… I’ll go in the morning, I promise.” You mumbled as you swayed on your feet slightly. Leonard sighed and rubbed his face.

“No, Y/N. You’re going in immediately and you’re getting an IV for the night. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder.” Leonard said leaving no room for you to argue.

“Fine, okay, whatever you say Leonard.” You sighed, agreeing weakly as you started to make your way out of the bathroom.

Leonard refused to let you walk on your own, as he lifted you up yet again bridal style. Leonard cradled you to his chest gently as he left your room and made his way through the halls and down the turbo lift. You tried to snuggle into him as much as you could, still shivering slightly from being damp and from the fever. Leonard walked swiftly down to the nearly empty medbay.

Soon you were lying on a biobed, Leonard pulling the curtains closed to give you some privacy. Leonard then pulled the blankets up over you, before putting his full attention on your stats.

“102*F now. Much more manageable.” Leonard muttered to himself mostly, staring at the screen, as you were already fading in and out of sleep.

Leonard walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a hypo and an IV bag and came back over to you, sitting beside you on the bed.

“Here darlin, I’m going to give you some medicine to see if we can’t get that fever down some more.” Leonard said as he gently brushed your cheek, rousing you awake.

Leonard pushed the hypo to your neck as gently as he could, rubbing the spot when he was done. He then grabbed the IV bag and began to get it ready.

“Let me see your arm Y/N… tiny pinch” Leonard ordered gently, taking your arm into his hand. You winced as the IV went in but relaxed shortly after. Leonard taped up your arm and placed the IV above the bed. Leonard then leaned over and cupped your face gently.

“You scared the hell out of me, don’t you ever do that to me again.” Leonard’s voice stern and low, yet still laced with concern.

“I’m sorry.” You said, barely above a whisper, as you nuzzled your face in his hand.

“Next time, you better call me first thing.” He warned as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Lay with me?” You asked quietly, nodding as your eyes fluttering closed as you pawed for Leonard’s hand, finally reaching it and squeezing gently.

“I shouldn't… You need to rest sweetheart. I’ll be right here, I’m not going anywhere.” Leonard replied gently, squeezing your hand back in return.

“Please…” You breathed out quietly, opening your eyes slightly to peer up into the concerned, pained face of the doctor. Leonard sighed softly and got up gently and walked to the other side of the biobed. He scooted you over gently and laid himself down next to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out quietly as you turned slightly and rubbed your head against his chest gently. Leonard wrapped his arms around you and squeezed gently, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” Leonard whispered, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

“Love you too, Len.” You replied quietly with a yawn. You quickly fell asleep as Leonard ran his fingers through your hair gently.

Leonard continued to watch over you through the night. His fingers checking your pulse points constantly, reassuring himself that it was exactly what your stats showed. When you started to shiver, he snuggled up close to you, only backing away reluctantly when your temperature started to increase slightly. Carding his hands through your hair if you got restless, calming you down. Kissing your forehead gently as you slept, thanking his lucky stars that nothing serious happened to you. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to you.

You slowly began to wake up as the medbay began to get busier with everyone showing up for their morning shift. You turned your head slowly, looking at Leonard. The other was curled up next to you, dozing lightly. You shifted slightly on the uncomfortable bed, Leonard’s eyes shot open at the slight movement.

“Hey sweetheart, how do you feel?” Leonard asked, voice gravelly with sleep as he sat up on the bed slightly, eyes shifting back and forth from your stats to your face, and checking your forehead before dropping down and checking your pulse.

“I feel alright Len, but you look awful.” You said as gently as possible, grabbing Leonard’s hand from your pulse, squeezing it gently.

“You gave me quite a scare, darlin’” Leonard chucked out, letting out a small yawn. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” Leonard leaned over and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“All thanks to the best doctor in the fleet.” You gave him a small grin, kissing him on his cheek. Leonard let out an airy laugh.

“Not only that, but because I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.” Leonard spoke softly as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, before resting his forehead in the crook of your shoulder, kissing your neck softly.

“I love you too Leonard, thank you.” You replied, nuzzling your cheek against the top of his head, giving his forehead a quick kiss, earning a small smile from Leonard as he got up slowly from the bed and stretched.

“You’re welcome darlin’. Now let’s get you something to eat. You need it.” Leonard replied leaning over and giving you a light kiss on the lips.

“Sounds good.” You breathed out, eyes closed, as Leonard opened the curtain and left to get you something to eat. You bit your lips slightly and shook your head. What had you done to deserve such a wonderful man? You weren’t sure but you were thanking your lucky stars that you could call him yours.

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Soup With A Side Of Irish (Finn Balor) One Shot

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Characters: Finn Balor X Reader

Prompt Request: Request by @isawthesights

51: “I want to take care of you”
180: “You have no idea what you do to me”

Warnings: So much fluff that you will feel like you ate a full meal.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Bedtime Stories

Synopsis: You are terribly ill but want to go out to spend time with Harry but he insists on taking care of his flower instead.

“Oh god, that is disgusting!” You practically gag and begin making weird tongue noises. You hated the taste of medicine and this cherry cough syrup tasted terrible,but down the hatch it went.

Harry was back home from tour and you knew that he was really excited to go ice skating. You rented out the whole stadium just so he wouldn’t be bombarded with fans and paparazzi, it was a goodbye gift and he has been talking about it since.

“S'going to be amazing. I can’t believe you got me a whole ice stadium. S'weird I want to sing all of the songs from Frozen?” Harry said through the phone one night, his voice was raspy, you could tell he was already in bed.

“I’d do anything for you babe, and yes I bought the soundtrack from the movie so you can listen while you save Scandinavia from the evil Hans!” You tease, “But would you be more excited knowing I’m gonna wear that white thing?”

“M'flying back tomorrow, don’t go anywhere.” You heard rustling and started to laugh until tears came out. It was all fun and games until you woke up the next morning with a runny nose and a scratchy throat.


“Yep, you have a strep throat and a cold. I am going to prescribe to you some fever medicine to keep your body from overheating, and if you go over 100 degrees again, please come in. Also I am going to give you some antibiotics for the infection in your throat. Other than that you should drink lots of liquids, stay warm, and just stay out of any strenuous activities!” Dr.What’s-His-Face said, you forgot his name the moment he eyed your chest for too long.

“Um, can I go ice skating?” You ask hopeful, but before he can answer you go into a coughing fit, not able to breathe. It takes you a few minutes to regain control of your breathe and when you look back up to your doctor, he has a smug look on his face, giving you his answer.

“The nurse will come in shortly to discharge you and give you whatever you need. I hope you feel better, have any questions just call. See you!” The doctor began to walk through the door but you scream his name.

“Can I have sex?! Oral?” You practically scream, the nurses around you eyeing you shamefully. “What? It’s a real question!”

A sweet woman that looked your age came up to you and you saw her name was Lizzie.

“Patient Y/N right?” You nod and she closes the door.

“No oral sex whatsoever girl unless you want your throat to bleed and give your partner the risk of having an infection or something down there!” She  giggles and you sigh, this was not good.


“LOVE? M'home? Are you upstairs?” You heard Harry’s footsteps run up the stairs and you begin to tear up, you couldn’t talk without your throat feeling like it will bleed, and you had no sense of smell or appetite. “I swear if you are in the white lac-” Harry’s head pops through the doorway and when he sees his girl curled up in bed surrounded by millions of blankets his heart swelled up.

He hated seeing anyone he loved in pain, but seeing you sick, with your eyes puffy, hair all up in a bun, snot residue on your face, he swore he had never seen a cuter sight.

“Oh baby? What happened?” You feel a dip in the bed but you couldn’t really see because there were so many blankets surrounding you. “Sick” You said, or tried to say at least. “But we can still go I took twice the amount of cough syrup and I have three cough drops in my mouth right now, let’s go.” You quickly get up and a cough drop falls out of your mouth. You push it under the bed with your feet and wobble over towards your dresser.

“C'mon H, if we don’t hurry now, we won’t be in time and they might not let us in. I even bought the soundtrack and stuff and I think the venue owner is a fan so maybe we can take the skates home and dangle it on the doo- Harry?” You have been rambling on as you wore layers and layers of clothes, still feeling chilly after each one. You didn’t notice that Harry left the room and when you walked outside your bedroom you saw him on the phone.

“Yea m'really sorry John, we can’t make it to the rink today, something important came up but don’t worry about it I already transferred double of what we had to pay originally as an apology and instead of having the rink empty I invited some fans to go in…Thank you so much John for everything, alright…talk to you soon!” Harry was talking to the owner of the skating rink and you wanted to punch yourself over and over again for ruining the week. As you were about to go and apologize for Harry e makes another call.

“Hey Mike! Doin’ alright and yourself? Good, listen uh, Y/N is really sick so we have to call the proposal off, not today. I want her to be engaged on a day where she feels good, yea it sucks but it gives us time to order the hot air balloon aye? Haha, alright, but can you also bring me a pot of soup from down the street of the studio. You’re the bes’ love you!”

To say you were about to faint was an understatement. Harry was going to propose? At the rink? Today? You felt like you were going to overheat and die from anxiety. But you quickly pulled yourself together and ran to the bathroom and tried to act normal. What was normal?

“Love? Where are you?”

“BATHROOM!” you screamed, hitting yourself on the head when your voice was a few octaves higher sounding like a prepubescent boy.

“Listen don’t worry about it, I cancelled the rink and some fans are going to enjoy the rink inste- what are you doing in the bathtub?” Harry smiles at you with his head cocked to the side.

“Bath?”

“With your clothes on?” He laughs but eyes you suspiciously.

“Well, was gonna take him off but thank you Harry, i’m so sorry I ruined the week for you. Know how badly you wanted to be Elsa.” You say quietly.

“Love, I would rather stay in bed with you and watch something cute and eat soup. Feeling kind of tired anyways.” He lifts your chin up with his fingers and rubs your face softly.

“I love you, you know that?” You say and push your face against his hand, resting it there.

“Yes I do but let’s be honest, M'Anna, not Elsa.” He teases and you both snort.


Even when you and Harry were both in bed, cuddling, eating the warmest soup in the world watching Stranger Things, you couldn’t handle your excitement.

You, marrying the man you love the most in the world. Calling him yours, living with him, being with him. It was all too much.

“Kids are talented don’t you think?” Harry whispers and in surprise you yelp. “YOU WANT KIDS?”.

You felt your ghost leave your body and slap you.

“No, what? I mean yes but not now are you pregnant?” Harry pauses the show and turns so his whole body faces you.

“No! I’m not we are safe remember? The shot?” You quickly say, you were digging yourself deeper into a whole you couldn’t get out of.

“Y/N what’s going on? You have been acting so weird since I left to go mak-” His face fell and when it did you felt your heart fall too. You guys were both silent and after what seemed like a lifetime you reached to touch his hands but he gets up and leaves.

THE END. LMFAO KIDDING AHA!

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Going to the Fair

(This is sort of a combination of a couple different asks that I’ve saved up like a squirrel collecting nuts! Hope you guys enjoy! This will also be posted in two parts: one for the Ipliers and one for the Jackaboys!)

Imagine the Egos going to a carnival that arrives nearby. There are rides and games and, you guessed it, tons of cotton candy. It’s Wilford’s idea, of course, and he quickly convinces Bim and Oliver, who are more than happy to join him in needling the others into going. Dark is oddly willing to go and participate while the introverted Host says quite plainly, “I’d rather throw myself down a flight of stairs.” They end up dragging him along anyway.

Imagine Ed Edgar waltzing up to the shooting booth and blowing everyone away with his sharpshooting skills. He’s got a couple pretty girls eyeing him, to which he tips his hat with a, “Hello, ladies. Pardon me,” before he grabs the giant stuffed animal prize and walks away with it tucked under his arm. It appears the next day in its own chair at the Board Room table. Dark is not amused.

Imagine the Googles being utterly astounded by this raucous display of apparent disregard for personal safety. “These things are deathtraps!” Green shouts, his programming scanning all the many flaws in the cheap rides. “I’d rather go over Niagara Falls in a soup can.” Red loves it. He rides all the rides, even the ones that make Green squirm with concern, and Oliver wants all of the stuffed animals. “You can’t just take them,” Blue tries to explain to an upset Oliver. “You have to actually win the games.” Challenge accepted, Ollie beats every single booth with mechanical precision, accounting for the extra measures taken so that the player should not be able to win. Once he has both arms full of toys, he passes them out to little children that he comes across.

Imagine Dr. Iplier trying to keep Wilford and Walter from stuffing their faces with all the ridiculous fried foods, “THEY’VE GOT ALLIGATOR ON A STICK!” Doc shakes his head and gives up after a few minutes and finds the Host hiding behind the Hall of Mirrors. The two of them share a plate of nachos and talk, and by the time everyone else is ready to leave, they’re deep in a heated discussion about the value of Severus Snape as a character in the Harry Potter series. “He was a dirtbag!” “Yes, but even dirtbags have a place in literature!”

Imagine Silver Shepherd getting hopelessly lost among the throngs of people and wandering around in search of the others. He runs into Yandereplier, who Wilford brought along and who, coincidentally, also got lost. Yandere offers an idea. They could ride to the top of the Ferris wheel and look for the others in the crowd. Silver thinks the idea is perfect until they get to the top, and he stands up to look over the edge only to tip the gondola he and Yan are in so that he ends up hanging out of it. Needless to say, the two are quickly found by a fuming Darkiplier.

Imagine Wilford and Walter running around causing absolute mayhem. They make the arcade games spit out all their tickets, eat enough cotton candy to fill the entirety of the Grand Canyon (or so Wilford claims), and join the clowns in pranking people with squirting flowers. And Walter, apparently, makes a mean balloon animal. They get a little side-tracked from their general chaos when Walter eyes a watermelon stand, and they stay there for a good part of the night wolfing down melons in a melon-eating contest. I don’t think that I have to tell you who won, but Wilford and Walter have to carry the trophy between the two of them because it is a giant melon covered in metallic gold paint. Walter is practically glowing with pride.

Imagine Bim being dazzled by the colorful lights and a tent of acrobats doing mind-boggling feats. He’s so impressed, in fact, that he takes notes and decides that he’ll simply have to teach himself how to do those things. He thinks that with practice and a little magic, he may be able to pull it off. He eventually joins the Googles in riding rides, but gets helplessly sick, effectively putting an end to the night. Bim is quite apologetic about it, but Wilford thinks the distance that Bim blew those chunks was pretty amazing.

Dark managed to talk a few people out of their wallets and watches, practice in his mind, and so he corrals the scattered Egos and takes them home.

prince charming » johnny

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prompt: you seem to be the only one who doesn’t find the prince charming and he finds that rather, well, charming.
words: 3031
category: prince!au, fluff
a/n: hey marissa @midnighthansol bet you didn’t know that while we were talking about monct i was actually writing this for your birthday haha how sneaky am i. thanks for being a great friend and i wish you the happiest of birthdays!

Originally posted by openyoureyesfornct


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You seemed to be the only one in the entire kingdom who didn’t like Prince Johnny. Your mother thought you were crazy: to be the prince’s maid and not like him. Many of the other women and a few men in the servant’s quarters thought you to be mad. Perhaps you were.

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