i hope the injury is not serious

Pure Panic // Jackson Wang

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Drama, slight Angst

Summary; Jackson receives confusing, devastating news that you’ve been severely injured, so he gets on the next flight back to Korea to try and find you.

Reminder; (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

Reminder; (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

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I Caught Fire - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Steve X Reader

Summary: When Lieutenants Rogers and Barnes led their team into a structure fire on a Saturday morning, they had no idea that the person they saved would end up changing their lives forever. 

A/N: This took longer than I thought, I am soooooo so sorry! 


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Tainted Love (part 3)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: I bet you all look really beautiful today :)

Reality comes back to Hope and she screeches. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“What do I do?” you slap your palm on your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Is this a joke? Am I getting Punk’d?” she questioned and you scowl, although she couldn’t see your face through the phone.

“No you’re not fucking getting Punk’d, dumbass.” you grit, trying to keep your voice down so that Lance wouldn’t hear you.

You hear Hope scoff on the other end. “I can’t believe he’s actually your soulmate. How fucked up is that?”

“Laugh about it later. Right now I need to know what to do because at the moment Lance is in my kitchen.”

Her joking tone turned serious. “Why is that dickwad in your kitchen? Oh god Y/N did you guys fuck?”

“No! God Hope, I have self respect for myself, you do realize that, right?” your friend was being unbearable.

“That guy has some mad skills. One minute you can be talking about something as innocent as a kids birthday party and the next, you’re fucking. He’s smooth as hell.” she tells you and you sigh.

“Yeah, well I won’t make the same mistake that you did.”

“I was young and dumb Y/N. Stop holding my past against me.” Hope says in a casual tone.

“I don’t! This is probably the third time I’ve ever brought it up since meeting you! You’re the one who always brings it up!” you defend.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen, just go out there, look him in the eyes and say get out of my fucking house you sex addicted freak. He’ll be gone just like that.” you can practically see her shrugging.

“I’m not doing that Hope, I’m a nice person.”

Hope sighs loudly. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.”

“There has to be a reason as to why he’s my soulmate, Hope. Maybe he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.” your voice lowered towards the end and you shut your eyes, knowing Hope would start yelling at you.

“I’ve experienced what it’s like to be with Lance head on! I know what kind of asshole he can be. He breaks hearts and doesn’t care, Y/N! He’ll do the same damn thing to you and I won’t allow my best friend to get hurt from some scum bag who doesn’t have feelings!” she shouts and at one point you have to take the phone away from your ear.

“Hope, there has to be a reason that above everyone else, he’s my soulmate! We’re destined to be together!” you argue

“That soulmate stuff is bullshit.”

“Say that in front of Ben.” you challenge and she goes silent. “ Exactly.”

“He’s an asshole.” she reminds you.

“You just say that because he fucked you over and he’s been cruel to you since you got all the attention despite only winning the bronze.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s mean to Ben!”

“Hope, you’re mean to Ben.”

“Yeah but I’m allowed to be mean to him.”

Another eye roll. It goes silent on both your eyes as you process everything that has happened in the last 20 minutes. Lance is your soulmate. You share every cut, every scar, every injury, every… Tattoo.

“Hope, I gotta go.”

“What? No, where-” you end the call and toss your phone onto your bed then storm out into the kitchen, startling Lance when was leaning against the counter, sipping his cup of water.

He stands up straight upon seeing you. “Hey, what ha-”

“You selfish asshole!” you shout, coming chest to chest with him. Lance is confused. “I can’t believe how inconsiderate you are! You knew damn well that you had a soulmate and you knew damn well that I’d feel every single thing you felt!”

“What are you talking about?” was he being serious?

“I’m talking about you getting that god awful gold medal tattoo!” you shout. “Do you not know how ugly that shit is?! I hate taking showers, I hate looking at myself in the mirror and I can’t fucking have sex with anyone because that stupid tattoo is so god damn embarrassing!”

Lance smirks. You didn’t expect that reaction. “Shit, you have it too? Lemme see..” he leans forward, reaching for your pants but you swat his hand away, glaring at the tall, dark haired man.

“Fuck you!”

“Oh baby,” he rests his weight on the counter again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You look at him with disgust plastered on your face before turning your back to him. “Get out of my apartment.”

Now when girls would tell Lance to get out of their house, he’d be out the door before she could even finish her sentence. But with you, it was different. He wanted to stay with you, he didn’t want to go. Just being in your presence comforted him no matter if you were angry with him or not.

“Y/N, wait, no, I didn’t mean-”

“I said get out, Lance.” you snap, turning back to look at him. “Maybe it’s a good idea if we just stay away from each other. You didn’t want anything to do with me before, there shouldn’t be a difference now.”

Lance thought back to all the times you’d try to contact him with a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ and he’d respond with a ‘fuck you’ or ‘leave me the hell alone’

“I’m sorry.” the cocky, asshole Lance from before was replaced with this Lance. He was genuinely sorry.

“Just leave please.” you sigh, not daring to look up from the floor.

Lance, defeated, let out a puff of air before complying to your wish. He looked at you once more before shutting the front door behind him.

A/N: Sorry it’s kind of short. Tell me what ya think :)


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Posting some more tiny Shinji drawings from last week.

If I ever have a pet hamster again Im gonna name it Shinji

Mission Gone Wrong

Originally posted by despairingfever

Summary: After returning from a particularly difficult mission, you don’t want anything to do with anybody. Guilt is eating away at you and you’re finally forced to open up to your friend, Cassian.

Author’s Note: This has been stuck in my head for what feels like forever! It is my first Star Wars fic, so I hope it’s okay. I just love Cassian so much and I loved writing him. I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and I think this piece is really a reflection of that. It is angsty as all get out, so beware. Please let me know what you think!!! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; ANGST; seriously, this whole thing is like one big angst fest; smidge of fluff; mentions of murder


The mission had gone horribly wrong.

Not wanting (or maybe not able) to face anybody, I trudged back to my quarters without so much as a ‘hello’ to anyone after arriving back at the Yavin 4 base. As if on autopilot, I shed my dirty clothes, covered in dirt and grime and blood, and headed for the shower, washing up before following my nightly routine and crawling into bed. Sleep didn’t come.

That’s how it was for three days.

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;_; joon hurt his toe by bumping into furniture and won’t be able to participate in the choreography for the Sapporo concerts. He will be at the concert and the injury isn’t serious but to help with faster healing he won’t be doing any choreo. ;_; please take care joonie ;_; please take care bangtan just a little more and then I hope you get lots of rest.


anonymous asked:

Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason sleeps over for the first time

You are the best thing I ever dreamed about [Jason Todd]

I am not sure if this what you wanted but here it goes. 

Jason Todd x Reader
Red hood is having the first sleepover at readers house.
[loosely follows the events of ‘Red Hood and Arsenal’]

Mentions Joker’s daughter

Nightmares were the main reason that you started having sleepless nights. Sleepless nights lead to sleepless months and sleepless month in no time turned into insomnia. You lived on coffee, at times you wondered if you had more coffee in our veins than blood if someone came and told you that you have more coffee than blood you would not be surprised.
You lay in your bed because there is nothing else you can think of doing. Your mom used to say count sheep that night. You try to do at everyone in a while but it doesn’t work, you try to count but all you can think of are reasons not to sleep. Your eyes feel heavy and your head hurts, it has been a few day and you have been feeling under the weather. It was at this moment that you heard a knock on your window, you groaned before getting up. In your balcony stood Jason Todd with his red hood helmet in his hand. His jacket stained with blood and there seemed to be a bullet in his left shoulder. You knew why he came here, to get treatment, this wasn’t the first time. You just didn’t know that why he came to you and reveal his secret identity.
“Come on in.” You say as you open the window. He drags himself into your room, you make him sit on your bed.
“Did you drink a lot of coffee again?” He asks you, his voice dry and coarse. You pick up water from your nightstand and pour it into a glass.
“I am insomniac. I don’t think that coffee had a lot of roles in it.” You say as you help him drink water. After he drank water, you help him take off his jacket then vest and shirt. It doesn’t matter how many times you see him shirtless, it always takes your breath away. He winces when you pull his shirt from his wound.
“Rough night?” You like talking to Jason and you never really met beyond the little medical visits that he made when he was heavily wounded. One time, you saw him in the cafe near your old medical school- you went there to give a guest lecture, you were filling out for a professor there. You realized that Jason was there with one of your students, i.e. Tim Drake and a little boy who could not be older than 13 years. Jason called him demon spawn in the coffee shop. You never asked him because you were sure that he didn’t see you.
“It was nothing you should have seen the other guy.” Jason starts taking about his night, “There was a hostage situation, it was difficult this time, not because of the kidnapper, they were easy peasy once we got Joker’s daughter get to follow the orders.” You almost jabbed the needle in his shoulder when you heard ‘joker’s daughter’. It wasn’t like you were jealous of her or anything, it was just she pissed you and you have never even met her. Jason talked about her a lot and you didn’t know how it made you feel. He talked about Joker’s daughter as much as Arsenal and if Jason had made himself clear that he was straight you would have believed that he was in love with Arsenal. He once brought Arsenal too but you had no idea what his real name was. Jason said that reviling his identity was his decision and he is not going to make that decision for Arsenal, you wanted to ask why did he reveal his identity in the first place but Arsenal needed tending and you thought that your curiosity could wait.
“Ugh, you still are with Joker’s daughter? I thought that she might have betrayed you by now.” You try to comment cooly, although you did she see the slight smile playing on his lips and you made a point to make next stitch harshly. He did wince slightly the next stitch and now, it was your turn to smile.
“Well, Arsenal thought that too but she has been a great help so far.”
“That makes it a trio. I hope that you are not thinking about making it into a team because I am moving away and I am not going to stitch you guys up anymore.” You inform him as you finish stitching up. When you look at him he looks truly shocked.
“You are moving away.” He asks.
“Yeah,” You say as you sit next to him on your bed, “My sister is shifting to Bludhaven and I am going to be living with her for a year and I am also offered a job as a professor there.” You inform him.
“You know Nightwing doesn’t do a job a good job. I do a better job.” You laugh.
“You know what, Jason it almost sounded like you wanted me for a second there.” You smile, slightly before picking up his bloody clothes. You had some of [Your Guy Best friends name] clothes that you offered him and he raised his eyebrow.
“I don’t want your boyfriend’s clothes,” Jason said. He looks the other way.
“These are not my boyfriend’s clothes. These are my guy best friends clothes and he is happily in a relationship.” You say to Jason as you shake the head at him and laugh.
“What made you think that I had a relationship?” You ask. He for some reason blushes and you know for sure that he blushes.
“Oh my god, you are blushing Jason. If I didn’t know you ant better, I would think that you had a crush on me.” You say as you try and straighten up your bed.
“What if I did?” He says and it shocks. You just sat down.
“I would be, well, speechless.” You say and Jason next you.
“And then?”
“well, then you go and wash my face just to make sure that I am awake.”
“Do you dream about me?” He asks. You do dream about him but there is not much talking involved in your dreams.
“Well, I may or may not have dreams in which you may or may not have made an appearance.” You say. You hardly ever dream but when you dream it is usually nightmares or about Jason. Dreams about Jason are surprisingly soothing.
“Well, I can tell you now, I usually dream about you,” There is a brief pause and Jason licks his lip, “But there isn’t much talking there usually.” This time you don’t hold back and you just kiss him. Kissing him is like a battle scene. He tastes like blood and mint. There is a something new and it burns every part of you. His lips are sweet and cold, he bites your bottom lip and you moan. You continue kissing for a while when winces because of his injury. You laugh.
“I forgot that I just stitched you up. You need to rest.” You say. He pouts. “I am serious, Jason.” This time laughs. He starts to wear [Your guy best friend’s name]’s clothes.
“Should I come back tomorrow?” Jason asks as he picks up his helmet.
“Yeah, sure but I think that you should stay here tonight.” You say as you nervously bite your lip.
“I was hoping you would say that my apartment is way too far,” Jason says as he kisses you again. This time he tastes like roses and you cup his face too. When you both lay in bed and you trace his lips.
“You know that I am still moving to Bludhaven right?” You say and smile drops from his face.
“I know. Can’t you sister move here?” He asks.
“I wish she could. She says that she isn’t me.” Jason raised his eyebrows.
“What does this mean?”
“Well, My parents died here in a car accident. I and My sister were in the car. She says that she walk on these roads and not think about it. Batman was fighting some huge supervillain, I still don’t know what his name was.” You stop for a second before continuing. He threw an electric pole at the car. It crushed the front of the car, my dad died instantly and my mother died two days later after we put her through the ventilator. My sister was in a coma for two months after that. I was 18 and all alone. None of the relatives were ready to take care of me. So, it was just me and my parent’s left a really good amount with money. I never really had time to mourn about my parents was always busy figuring out the adult stuff.” You turn away as you realize that you started crying. You don’t really like crying in front of people. You just wipe your tears and Jason rubs circles in your back. Give you time calm down.
“I think that you really brave and I am glad that I came to know you.” You, finally turn towards him and give him a small smile.
“You so fucking beautiful.” He says as he removes your hair out of your face.
“You know, this first time in a long time that I am sharing my bed with somebody.” Jason actually looks surprised when you tell him this.
“Well, what? Why?” You giggle at him.
“Yeah, I always make excuses not to share the bed. I really don’t like people invading my personal space.” You start tracing his face. You start from his cheekbone and then to his lips, you are distracted due to the beautiful boy in front of you.
“Then why am I allowed to share the bed?” He asks, smiling at you.
“You make me feel, well, a lot of things and I read somewhere you should sleep next to people who make you feel peaceful, it helps you sleep.” You said, slightly dozing off.
“You know that I am vigilante and freelancer, right?” You lick your lips before saying in a sleepy state.
“No, you are Jason Todd. You are the most beautiful guy whom I ever laid eyes on and you like to call your little brother Devil’s spawn. You are Jason Todd, the guy who will keep me safe because he likes to dream about me…” You trail off.
“If I am honest, You are the best thing I ever dreamed about,” Jason tells your sleeping figure.

Tell me if you want me to do a second part, guys.

Requests are open. Keep the requests coming. 

Fic: A Part of Me is Always With You

Short little fic for the @olicityhiatusficathon prompt “Comfort” from @thebookjumper and for a prompt I got from @rhlizzy about Oliver’s blood type.  I didn’t know what to do with this story, so I just posted it up on Ao3 as chapter 2 to “Let Me See Those Baby Blues,” my post 5x23 Lian Yu rescue fic, but it really takes place in the middle of that story, while Felicity’s unconscious and from Oliver’s POV. Hope you enjoy! 

A Part of Me is Always With You


He looked up at Diggle’s final shout of his name. “What?”

“The doctors need to look at her, you’re going to have to let her go.” His best friend pointed to the woman in his arms. Felicity was the only one who had sustained serious injury in their escape from the explosions on Lian Yu, sacrificing her own safety to get everyone off the island in time on the broken plane’s emergency lift rafts. They had managed to get some antibiotics in her to prevent septic shock, but she still was so pale and had not regained consciousness.

Oliver had carried her the whole trip off the island and to the ARGUS medical center, but now that they were here, he did not want to hand her over.

“I’m not sure I can,” he told John, almost pleadingly. His best friend seemed to understand, and convinced the medical team to let Oliver carry Felicity to the triage room and take his time laying her on the bed.

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I Can Do It

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: Angst, serious injury during a hunt, and loss of hearing…I think that’s it.

A/N: This is for @little-red-83 ’s Love Your “Flaws” Writing Challenge. My prompts are Deafness and Human by Christina Perri. I grew up with a sister that has been hearing impaired since birth but have never really experienced what it is like first hand. That being said, I hope I got what this experience is like close to accurate and if not I apologize. Many thanks to my wonderful beta, @inmysparetime0, who also submitted the gif to me quite a while ago. It’s been a long time coming, this fic has haunted me for months. It has taken me several computer crashes and three times longer than usual to get this posted using my daughter’s computer…but here it is. Hope you like it.

Dean’s words echoed in your head, “If you can’t protect yourself, then you shouldn’t be hunting.”

But that was years ago and wasn’t directed at you, but damn if it didn’t apply to you now.

You know that it wasn’t your fault that this has happened to you. It was a freak accident that no one saw coming. It was a risk every hunter took every day. You had never stopped to think of this outcome though. Death, sure. Major injury, absolutely, but not like this.

When the explosion happened the last thing you remembered was Dean yelling out for you, then darkness. When you woke up nothing but pain and silence. It was different than any silence you had ever heard before. What most people think is silence, isn’t. There are still tiny noises in the air that are so small the average person doesn’t register them. A true silence was void of all noise. That was exactly what you were experiencing now and it was terrifying.

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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Cool to hear your prompts are open friend ^^. I loved the mermaid fic by the way it was beautiful. Ummm how bout Winteriron (surprise, surprise) with some oblivious pining even though their Daemons cuddle together. And Sam, Steve, Rhodey and Clint all try to point that out.

A/N: So this is super overdue. Sorry about that. Also, I may have borrowed Poe and Moro from my other Daemon AU story

“Come on, Buck. Just ask him out already.” Steve threw a punch.

Bucky caught the fist and countered. “Do you really need me to explain again in detail why me asking out Tony Stark is a bad idea?”

Steve huffed, blocking Bucky’s counter then jumping as Bucky tried to sweep his legs out from him. “I’m not denying that the history you two have is bad, but look at Poe and Moro.” Steve paused their fighting to nod at the raven and wolf daemons (respectively) nestled together in the corner of the Avengers gym. “I have never seen two daemons cuddle so much. I think it’s safe to say that despite everything, Tony cares about you.”

Steve glanced at the other side of the room were Clint, Sam, and Tony were trading off sparring with each other. Clint and Sam had taken to wrestling each other, while Tony was trying (and failing) to hide that he was watching Bucky.

“And Tony’s checking out your ass right now.”

“What?” Bucky whirled around and stared at his ass then looked up at Tony.

Tony stiffened, but quickly smirked then winked at Bucky.

Pink spread across Bucky’s cheeks, and Bucky quickly spun around to avoid looking at Tony. “You’re imagining things, Steve.”

A pang of disappoint hit Tony in the chest when Bucky looked away.

“Uh-oh. Did Bucky look at you funny again?” Sam asked as he pinned Clint to the mat.

Clint swung his leg and rolled them over so he pinned Sam. “If he looked constipated at all then that just means he was thinking about kissing you, but then felt guilty about it, cause he’s a pining idiot like you.”

“This again?” Tony huffed. He calculated the odds that he could walk out the gym without one of his teammates forcing him back. He had promised to give them an hour of his time and there was still fifteen minutes left. “You two and Rhodey need to stop reading Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steel.”

“We are at the mercy of the whims of our book club.” Sam grunted and managed to get Clint off him and put him in a headlock. “It also doubles as the When are Barnes and Stark Going to get Their Heads out of Their Asses Club.”

Tony startled as he heard a loud sound across the gym. Bucky was on the ground and flat on his back with Steve standing over him.

Tony’s heart leaped to his throat.

Bucky groaned as he saw stars.

“Jesus! Bucky are you okay?” Steve kneeled down next to him.

Bucky hissed as he pried his eyes open. That’s what he got for listening in on the conversation taking place on the other side of the gym.

James!” Moro sent through their telepathic link and suddenly there was a furry wolf face pressed against his and a tongue lapping at his cheek.

Bucky cringed at Moro’s pungent breath. “Ugh. Moro.” He shoved Moro away and sat up just in time for Tony to run up to him and crouch beside him. 

“Did you try to break your best friend in half, Steve?”

Steve sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t think I’d actually land the hit. Bucky usually dodges.”

Tony worriedly ran his hands over Bucky’s skull, searching for any broken bones or skin.

Bucky was a little too preoccupied staring at Poe, who was sitting on his knee, to pay attention to Tony’s worried murmurs.

Bucky closed his eyes and opened them again.

Poe was still there.

Steve’s eyes followed Bucky’s gaze and locked on to the daemon.

Clint and Sam muttered to each other as they joined the rest of the group, only to fall silent when they saw Poe resting on Bucky’s knee.

Tony ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair a few times, taming the locks back into place after he’d sent them askew in his search for a serious injury. “Looks like you’ll just have a bruise, and Steve will need to learn not to assume that everyone is going to dodge his hits. In fact, part of the point of training is….” Tony trailed off as he finally noticed that everyone had gone quiet and why that was.

“Oh,” Tony said, staring at his daemon on Bucky’s knee. “That’s why I feel so tingly. I thought I was just having another panic attack.”

Bucky’s chest swelled with hope. Normally if another person touched one’s daemon, it caused one to feel violated and sometimes even pain. The fact that Tony felt tingly meant that his feelings for Bucky ran deep.

Bucky slipped his arm around Tony’s waist and hugged him. “So would it be too forward of me to ask you out on a date?”

As Bucky’s words sank in, Tony’s smile blossomed like a gorgeous, golden rose. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

The Starks (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader) Chapter 5

Bit short

I’m trying my best not to make this series crappy

The next chapter is something I wrote last year, the part I was so eager to write so I just wrote ahead;;;; So I think that would be the most exciting chapter in the whole series. I think. Hopefully you will enjoy that and this one as well!

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When [Name] called Peter he didn’t answer. She called him again but still no answer.

“Why isn’t he answering?” She said, worried.

“I don’t know. He hadn’t answer my call.” Ned looked equally worried as she was.

Peter had been ignoring their calls and didn’t even come to school since the last field trip.

“Maybe he’s sick.” Ned suggested.

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Breathe  [ D.G ]

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where dick meets a new vigilante and they fight along side for multiple missions but neither of them know the real identity of the other and during a mission the girl gets serious hurt and dick realize it’s his fiancé?? Fluff and sadness maybe? Thank you!!

Warnings: Blood-much blood and injury, angst??

Word Count: 1210

A/N: This turned out longer than I expected but hopefully that makes up for what it may lake in terms of writing quality. Also, I totally wrote that reader new that Nightwing was Dick and I didn’t realise until it was too late oops. Anyways, apart from that, hoping this is what the Anon wanted!


This was definitely not your first time fighting alongside Nightwing yet somehow you still felt nervous. You knew that Dick is Nightwing but did he know that you were his fiancé? No. He didn’t. It had been a month since you had bumped into Nightwing even after all of your efforts not to run into him and now it seemed that you were fighting alongside each other every other night.

None of the missions were ever dangerous and there would be little to no chance that Dick would figure out that he was actually fighting with you so you thought it wouldn’t hurt to help each other patrol the streets. Not that either of you needed help; it was nice just having the company.

More often than not you questioned the sanity of yourself and of the man whom you are about to marry. Seriously, you were dressed up in what seemed like they could be children’s halloween costumes and parading around at night with bloody codenames, beating the daylights out of bad guys. Why did you decide to do this again?

It wasn’t as if you weren’t scared that Dick would find out that his fiance was doing the exact same thing as he was right beside him because you were. You had not wanted Dick to find out as he would hands down throw a tantrum about how you were sure to get hurt and how he didn’t want you living a life as dangerous as his. Too late for that.

“Oh god,” Dick mumbles, running a strong hand through his messy hair. He was fully decked up in his Nightwing gear and you were dressed completely in your costume. “Just-just breathe, okay?”

You had made a stupid mistake this time. One that placed you in the situation you happened to be in now. There was a large wound in the side of your stomach, gaping and taunting both you and Nightwing as you lay with your back against the wall of a newly abandoned apartment. The blood that was leaving your body collected together and formed a pool around both your and Dick’s frame. His uniform was stained with your blood, the light blue that crossed his chest was splattered with the crimson substance.

They were simply street thugs, how could this have happened? A teenage girl was being cornered by two fully grown men in an alley, having cleverly screamed out multiple times once she had noticed them approaching. The sight of the disgusting men combined knowing their intentions had angered you beyond words and without thinking you dragged Dick with you to beat the daylights out of them. Unfortunately, the larger of the two had managed to drive his knife into your side twice before you had knocked him out.

“D-Dick.” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut under your domino mask as you wince. The pain throbbing through your body was like a fire that spread the more you thought about it.

“How do you know my name?” Dick questioned, pressing on the open wound with the palms of both of his hands.

With shaking hands, you pull off the glove that covered your left forearm. Dick flashes you a confused look, shaking his head as he mumbles something about how it doesn’t matter. You mumble something incoherently, placing your hand in front of his face.

“Y/N?” Dick whispers as he stares at the ring that adorned your finger. It was distinctly the ring that he had proposed with; the one that his father had proposed to his mother with. You had forgotten to remove it until it was too late. His eyes well with tears as he moves to remove your mask. Taking his lip between his teeth, Dick caresses your cheek, momentarily distracted from the blood that was seeping from the large gash that was painted across your side. “Wha–Oh my god.”

“Dick, I’m sorry,” You sob, watching salty tears fall from Dick’s eyes. They fall onto your own gear, glistening under the light from the broken window. “I’m so sorry.”

The initial shock had Dick reeling back a couple inches, his eyes wide underneath his domino mask, his jaw clenching and unclenching. There was no time for him to waste and he knew that but he needed a few seconds to put the pieced together. How did he not know before now? How did he never notice the same bruises on your skin and the disappearances that you mirrored?

“Let’s get you home. You’re going to be-” Dick’s voice cracks. “You’re going to be fine.”

He takes you into his arms, your head falling to the crook of his neck, hiding your identity from anyone who may see him swinging through the streets. Walking to the shattered window, he pulls out his grappling gun and within seconds you could feel the cold wind blowing through your hair.

You almost cried out at the feeling of the cold air slapping at your wound, your fingers digging into Dick’s arms as he moved through the city as fast as he could. There was no way Dick will be losing you anytime soon. He’d be damned if anything happened to the one person who meant the most to him.

It felt like years before you had finally reached your shared apartment. Dick had entered the both of you through the window, his jaw hurting from how hard he had been clenching it. His hands and body were all covered in your blood and he tried his hardest not to think about how this may be the moment he feared the most.

You shook in his arms, whimpers of pain falling from your lips as if it were a melody stuck on repeat. Dick put you down gently before racing to find the necessary supplies. There wasn’t much seeing as this was most definitely not a hospital. But it was enough. You kept the house stocked for emergencies, never knowing whether yourself or Dick may come home half dead.

It was enough to stop you from dying.

Dick was by your side once more within minutes, his sturdy hands working at the bandages and medicines. He tried his best to stop his hands from shaking as he nervously stitched you up, silently thanking Alfred for teaching him how to do so.

You had fallen unconscious by the time Dick had done all he could, his shoulders falling and his muscles relaxing. Dick throws his blood drenched uniform to the side, his chest heaving as he shoved his legs into a pair of sweatpants. He quickly changed you into one of his own shirts, carefully tucking you into bed before laying himself down next to you.

Gingerly moving you so that you were in his arms without him hurting you, Dick let out a sigh. It was most definitely a long night for the both of you but he knew in the end things would get better. This would be a bump along the way but you still loved each other more than the moon loved the soon and vice versa. All that mattered to Dick at this given moment was that had the one that he loved the most in his arms, alive and safe.

anonymous asked:

I LOVE your batdictionary series on AOOO. I has promt for you! I would like to see Damian cuddle Jason! They have an odd understanding but I want to see Jason be the only one that can hold Damian after a fight with Dick.

Thank you! ♥ And you hit me in my weak spot, honestly. Especially because I think after Dick, Jason makes the most interesting sibling relationship with Damian. Anyway, here we go, I hope it was what you were looking for!

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Jason likes to think he moved on, that he’s, if not a better person, at least a different one. Less angry, less crazy, more in control of his emotions. It takes nights like this one to truly realize that he actually is better, because it’s on nights like this one that he remembers how it used to feel like. The fire in the stomach and the taste of blood on the lips, trembling hands and gritted teeth, every muscle of his body tensed in anger and itching for a violent release, the need to hurt surpassed only by the need of being hurt.

He hates it.

He hates that one fight with Bruce can still reduce him like this, break him and cut him as if he were still a child caught doing something wrong while knowing that it could cost him everything.

“But the little I have now he couldn’t take it away even if he wanted”, he says to the gargoyle next to him. “So joke’s on him, you know?”

If the gargoyle knows, he doesn’t tell, not to him and not to anyone else. Secrets between friends are important to him, Jason’s learned. It’s one of the reasons he likes this place so much. There are years worth of whispered secrets impressed into the ancient stones, scorch marks of old cigarettes and deep scratches from a lot of different knives, dark shadows that were once either bloodstains or spilled coke. And everything is covered in pigeon shit. It’s sad and hilarious at the same time.

He leans back against the statue, hands crossed behind his head, feet resting against the railing, comfortable enough to close his eyes, uncomfortable enough to not fall asleep and towards a very ridiculous death.

And Gotham’s nights are never silent, or even quiet, but the noise of the streets it’s familiar, if not even welcomed to his ears, like a childhood lullaby. It happens every time he comes back, yet he’s still surprised at how it feels weird to call this city his home and at how it’s even weirder not to call it so. It’s one of those things he’ll probably never understand.

Like he doesn’t understand what tips him off a hour or so later, when he opens his eyes to find himself almost face to face with his littlest brother dangling upside down from one of the gargoyle’s horns, cape fluttering around his head in the night’s breeze and a little smirk on his face.

Jason blinks one, two, three times, and a few heartbeats go by before he reacts.

“You know you’re not a real bat, right? Despite the fact you do look like one”, he says, because if he starts yelling at him then Damian will know that he actually succeeded in startling him, and Jason’s not going to give him that satisfaction on his life.

Beside, he’s kinda impressed by how the kid managed to sneak on him like that.

Damian tries to look down on him but being on the wrong side of the up and down thing, he only manage to glower at him, and it’s not even as threatening as it usually is.

“Father is angry with you”, the kid says, still scowling.

“Get down from there”, Jason retorts. “And tell me what else is new under the sun.”

“It’s night”, Damian points out, because he likes to be irritating like that. “And because of you he’s now crossed with me too.”

“Well, shit”, Jason answers. “Now get down from there.”

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anonymous asked:

Excuse me, but what happened to TheJudge?

again, copied from @brainplaguerewind‘s post here


For those who can’t click the link:

“WEST JEFFERSON, OH (WCMH)– The Madison County post of the Ohio State Highway Patrol say one person is dead following an early morning crash.According to the Ohio State Highway Patrol, at about 12:45am, Friday, troopers were called to I-70WB near mile post 85 in Jefferson Township on the report of a crash.Troopers say a 2001 Ford Escort, driven by Ashley Green, 24, of Alexandria Indiana, lost control and was struck by a 2014 Freightliner tractor trailer that was also traveling westbound.After the collision, both vehicles traveled off the roadway and struck a guardrail.A passenger in the Escort, Aaron Mullins, 24, of Muncie Indiana, was pronounced dead at the scene. Green was taken to Mt. Carmel West Hospital with serious injuries. The driver of the truck, Abdikarim Abdirahman, 33, of Saint Louis, Missouri was transported with minor injuries.Troopers continue to investigate the crash, but said all occupants were wearing seatbelts at the time of the incident”

It was confirmed that Aaron Mullins is @thejudge.

We are all heartbroken and today feels unreal to me. Rest in Peace, we miss you more than you could ever imagine.

Your HOME will always be with the OFF community.

It’s a genuine tragedy that the life of someone who meant so much to so many people was cut short, and I hope he rests in peace. 

The person who was with Felix, @a-controlled-substance, is currently in the hospital and there is a fundraiser here to help her. More info at this post. Any and all donations are appreciated.


officialravendc  asked:

Give me a 'Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.' This one's a challenge - I've been through that myself, and I'd like to see how the two compare... do your best, Ava. Congratulations on the 500.

This one’s on you. I hope you like angst and tears.

Salt in the wound.

Raven had used the saying many times before. She’d never thought much of it; just a casual way of indicating that something awful was unfortunately made worse.

For example, Robin discovering Starfire had been kidnapped was the wound; Red X being the one behind it would have been the salt. It had been serious, but nothing the team couldn’t handle, and nothing Starfire couldn’t get out of on her own.

However, when Raven was the one bearing the injury, somehow the statement took on a whole new meaning.

The tiny, royal blue, velveteen box situated before her, that was her salt.

Fascinating how something so small was capable of so much damage.

[this got long, so the rest is under the cut!]

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Protective (Guard!Yoongi)

Plot: #75: “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.” + #38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” with guard!Yoongi

Word Count: 821

A/N: so when I saw this request, I got this idea and it sounded really sweet in my head so I wanted to do it today, I’m gonna be using the guard AU rather than a bodyguard AU bc I haven’t written the bodyguard AU yet but I think they’d be similar enough for the guard AU to fit as well so the link for this post is guard!Yoongi (here) this is all set before part two of the guard AU (which is where all the romance happens) so if you wanna see what happens next, part two is right here

Yoongi had known you for the majority of your life, the both of you meeting when you were kids. Long before the idea of being a guard had ever crossed his mind, long before you had any thoughts of taking over the throne, long before either of you knew what romance was. You were just two kids running through the stables together and sneaking out at night to visit the city, enjoying the free pastries the baker gave out to everyone to get rid of the things that hadn’t sold that day.

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As Time Ticks Away

Summary: All Lin could do was watch as she healed and as time ticked away.

Author’s Note: Hey All! Sorry for the delay on this new story. This was meant as the beginning of part five of Finding You. However nothing worked well. I started something completely different. I hope you all enjoy it!

Warning: Some cursing.

Fact: I know nothing of the medical field. I am just going off of what I know from TV medical dramas! OK not all: some of it is acquired knowledge.

Requests are open! 

Please let me know what you think! :)

Word Count: 4234 (wow….)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Tagged: @itsgarbagecannotgarbagecannot , @gratitudejoyandsorrow

The white tiled walls seemed to go on forever. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he entered, but all he wanted to know about was if his wife was going to be all right. All he knew was that Sarah had called and left a voicemail on his phone of her sobbing the only words that he could make out were “Y/N….hospital…and don’t know….”

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weirdnewbie  asked:

For the Valentine's Giveaway. I was thinking that maybe Derek got a reservation at this fancy shmancy restaurant but Stiles got a minor serious injury so instead they would stay at the loft and have a Star Wars marathon and Stiles would use cheesy Star Wars pickup line. I hope it's no too much... :)

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Stiles couldn’t help but feel guilty. Reasonably, he knew it wasn’t his fault but he still felt responsible. He had ruined everything.

Derek had made reservations for them at the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in all of Beacon County over two months ago, reserving them a table for two in a private section. Stiles had never even been to Le Papillon before, beyond excited to dine at the same place his parents used to go for each and every one of their anniversaries.

Derek had been extremely excited too, in his own understated way, blushing a bit when he told Stiles about the reservations back in January. Stiles had taken to occasionally mentioning it in conversation just to see the way that his boyfriend’s face lit up with a bright smile stretching over his face.

He was so proud of himself, for his foresight of reserving them a table long before Valentine’s Day, for the romantic thought he had put into it, for the fact that for once he was using his ridiculous amount of money for something a little bit self-indulgent. And Stiles was equally proud of him, telling him as much at least once a day leading up to their Valentine’s Day reservation.

And then, the morning of their reservation, Stiles ruined it.

He had been practicing lacrosse with Isaac and Boyd when the accident happened, both of them volunteering to help him with his shooting after Scott texted him to announce he was busy going out to brunch with Allison. Everything had been going well, Stiles actually scoring a few times, though he had the sneaking suspicion that the two betas were holding back, when his foot got snagged in an unseen hole.

He had twisted his ankle, falling face first onto the lacrosse field, getting a mouthful of grass and dirt as he landed with a loud, heavy thud. Pain had instantly shot through his leg, his ankle throbbing as he tried to stand, only to tumble back down with a pained yelp.

Boyd had carried him back to the Jeep, carefully setting him down in the backseat with Isaac who took away some of the pain with a hand on Stiles’ arm while Boyd rifled around Stiles’ lacrosse bag for his car keys. Once he found them, letting out a triumphant grunt, he drove them all straight to Deaton’s, Stiles begging them not to take him to a hospital, unable to afford it.

Deaton had diagnosed him with a sprained ankle, giving him a few ibuprofen pills and setting him up with a temporary cast. He advised Stiles to stay off his feet for a few days at least before shooing them out of the vet clinic, needing to neuter a couple of dogs. Stiles really didn’t want to see that anyhow.

Boyd and Isaac had taken him to the loft at his own behest, both of them helping him up the ridiculous amount of stairs that led up to the loft. Reluctant as he was to tell Derek that he wouldn’t be able to go out to dinner that night, his leg still throbbing, he knew that it was best to just get it over with and hope Derek wasn’t too upset.

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