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Lost In Translation (OT9)

Description: You recently moved in next door to 9 guys. You have befriended Jongin & Yixing but don’t really know the others yet. One morning you wake up in the wrong place and everything starts to change.

Requested: No

Genre: Starts out with fluff, angst and smut to come later

Pairing: Probably everyone x Reader

Author Note: The first couple of chapters set up the background and general storyline, then the pairings and smut will ensue, promise!

Word Count: full fic currently at 38k

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 1 - A State of Confusion

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Bliss, you were feeling utter bliss. You didn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable, when the hell did your bed become a cloud? You didn’t care and you sure as hell weren’t moving for anyone. There was no possible reason for you to leave the complete and utter comfort you were feeling. You hadn’t been this comfortable in months, not since…well not since you left home. Suddenly your heavenly comfort was interrupted… something was trying to move you. ‘Hmph’ you groaned 'Go away, I’m sooo comfy’ The light shaking got more forceful but you figured if you didn’t yield it would go away. Then the poking started. 'WHAT?!’ You woke up with a start. You sleepily glared at the eyes that were shocked, amused and as usual, confused at your outburst.

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Yuuri took pity of how hard it was for Victor to process everything right then.

He explained gently:

“You’re my husband, we’re getting married.”

“How…” Victor began weakly and gulped. “Oh my god, how did I do that?”

Victor coming off painkillers after a bump on the head. He doesn’t recognise Yuuri and asks who the angel in his room is.  Silly, fluff one-shot.

Inspired of course by that video of a man not recognizing his wife while coming round from his surgery, and the many, many fic prompts that has generated.

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Couples Tag (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Request from anon: “Could I request an imagine where the reader joins Grayson in one of his videos, maybe a girlfriend tag or something? Ethan’s in it too somehow as well xx“
Word Count: 1,416
Warnings: None.
A/N: I had such a difficult time writing this just because I just couldn’t figure out how to squeeze in Ethan without making him the third wheel 😂  But I got it! Hope you enjoy xxx

“What’s up guys! Welcome back to another video!” Grayson started, smile wide on his face as the camera in front of the three of you started recording.

“We’re joined here by Grayson’s lovely lady, Y/N. Say hello.” Ethan continued and they both turned to you. You blushed, waving a hello to the camera.

Grayson smiled softly at your shyness, turning back to the camera as Ethan laughed.

“Today we’re going to be doing a… Kind of a Couples tag,” Gray explained. “So basically, Ethan is gonna ask us questions about each other, Y/N and I will be writing the answers down on these small whiteboards. The one who gets the answer wrong is gonna get something dumped on their head by Ethan. If you get it right, you get a point.”

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Goodbye. (Seungcheol Ficlet) [A]

THIS ANON REQUESTED THIS AND I A SEUNGCHEOL BIASED WAS BASICALLY KILLING MYSELF TOO. OMG SO OKAY. It took me a lot of guts before i posted this just so you know guys I am so NERVOUS mainly bcsI don’t want to ruin this blog reputation for writing good goods (shameless may it seem but i am a fan of the admins too so lol hahahaha) I’M SO SORRY BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY SHITTY AND this is just my second time posting a scenario (and it’s mah baby seungcheol again lol) and and and fck really i’m just really nervous and rlly not confident abt this so anw.

I was scrolling through the request box and I saw this and was feeling angst-y that night so why not try is what i thought. this is really short tho. (I’M SORRY) I wanted to post something as a thank you for you guys heh we love you~

Thanks to Admin Kate for editing this one and adding a lot of those dramatic shts that i really can’t express.Thank you btch love u ♥ And also the [words like these] are lyrics from I.O.I’s Downpour, credits yes. so here you go~~ i’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and my shtty writings.

-Admin Kenvy

Warnings: contains death and shitty writing..

“I’m sick of this Cheol.” You stare at him with damp eyes, biting your lips to restrain the salty tears from falling, you had already rehearsed a lot of times and successfully handled your emotions right, but the actual thing was a lot worse than what you had expected.

“No, no, Y/N please.” He begs, holding your hands tightly as he quietly sobs in your lap. You can’t help but feel your heart squeeze in pain. It was so hard to see him in this state but you needed to, as much as you want to not see him hurting, this was the only way now. He needs to let you go. He has to, or it’ll be even more harder for you to leave.

“Stop crying.” You cooed, reaching out your hand to wipe away his tears, smiling widely at him to cheer him up, silently taking his features all in. Ah, this is man I love.

He took your hand, staring at it longingly before he kissed the back of it, eyes shit as he breathed you in, he chokes on his tears, your vision became blurry at the sight. It was and always will be his favorite thing to do, kissing the back of your hand while looking at you getting all red and flustered was one of those things he loved about you. He loved the fact he had that effect on you. He treated you like a princess, he gave you everything but with the way things were now, you just didn’t deserve any of it.

“I’m tired Cheollie, can you sing me a song?” You propped yourself back under the sheets, just like those days when you have a bad day, his singing will always turn it upside down.

He tried to smile at you, and composed himself for the last time, he sniffs quietly, but resumes to clear is throat, almost too painfully.

You’ll miss him so much. You’ll miss his lovely almond eyes that always seem to take you to a newfound galaxy. Every day was an endless adventure.

I wish things wouldn’t end this way, if I knew I was going to be erased from this world then I would’ve never have dreamed of meeting you. But, I’m glad I did. You made me happy, you made me feel loved. The world didn’t seem so cruel the minute I laid my eyes on you.

[Please stay, I can’t be alone without you, yet.]

The beautiful words and tunes that always would always leave his pretty lips, he had your whole heart in his hands, the whole world.

[I keep yearning for you.]

You’ll miss loving him, you’ll miss every bit of him, you’ll miss the gummy smile that always shined so bright, you’ll miss his kisses. You’ll miss everything about him.

[I will never lose our many happy memories in the rain…]

I won’t forget the day we first met, I won’t forget the day we made amends, the day you told me you loved me, will never be forgotten. I’ll continue to love you even afterlife.

With one last look, one last smile, and one last breath you finally said goodbye.

[Goodbye to us.]

The second you close your eyes, he felt his whole world crumble down. No, please no.

Please don’t take away the most important person in my life, don’t take her away, I love her. Why are you doing this to me? God, answer me. Why?

The heart monitor fell flat, and the tears just kept on coming.

She’s gone.

He held your limp body in his arms as he held on to you tightly, sobbing loudly he hid no embarrassment.

The nurses stood and watched quietly, things like this were frequent. They knew he still needed some time.

“Y/N, no..” he sniffed, “Baby, please. Wake up.” He cried and cried. As he pulled your body closer, a sheer white paper came tumbling down from the sheets, in which he looked at curiously, he cautiously picked it up and when he saw the familiar handwriting, his stomach flipped. He hastily read the paper, his heart dropping as he read every word.

I hope you don’t regret falling in love with me, because falling in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened in my whole life. Didn’t I tell you that you’d be the only one I’d love ‘til my last breath? I kept my promise.

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

(A/N: For @samanthaofanarchy . I hope you enjoy this. Sorry, it took me so long but I made it extra long for you and for making everyone wait for so long. Expect a Sonny request in the next few days to make up for the all the long breaks. I hope you all enjoy!) 

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

“Come here…” You shouted after your fleeing suspect.

Your suspect then quickly turned and slashed at you thoughtlessly.

You jumped back automatically and missed it by inches. You stumbled slightly on the rocky surface. You looked up after milliseconds of getting your bearings, you looked up only to find your knife wielding suspects coming for you once again. You delivered a swift punch that caused him to back up but it was momentary, he came at you again but you blocked his hand quickly holding it above your heads and struggled violently for a few seconds. He pushed hard and so did you in defence. He let out what sounded like a growl before kicking your legs causing you to stumble again.

And this time when you looked up you didn’t have time to dodge the knife. It slammed into your torso and ripped your skin.

“Son of a bitch,” You cried as you clutched your side as he retracted the knife.

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“It wasn’t just one person that you ruined, but three”-JA

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Note: I know this is the first time in a long time since I’ve posted and I’m really sorry. But my GCSE’s start next week and I’m kins freaking out. Also I know i have Dan Howell and Phil Lester requests to do, but please bear with me. I was also having Jeff feels and wanted to write this, hope you like it!!

Imagine: When finding out what really happend the night of the crash, you end up losing control and telling everyone yours and Jeff’s newest and happiest secret

Pairing: Jeff x Reader

Word Count: 1979

Warning: lots of talk about Jeffs death and the car accident

“Y/N, it was the first day that you walked into school without him by your side. That’s when it really it me, the true consequences of that night. You see I thought Sheri had called the police, I thought that it was all alright and sorted, I thought everything was OK. But what I didn’t think about is the loss you have suffered, and that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Well, I guess, my short life.” Hannah’s voice echoed through your ears

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anonymous asked:

NIF IM SO GLAD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Okay so I always see fluff about Ignis taking care of his sick s/o, but what if Ignis got sick? And maybe he hides it from his friends and s/o until something happens and he can't hide it anymore? And Iggy has to be taken care of for once?? Love you and your writing, Nif, you're a gem ❤

A Near Miss

Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 1,602

Uhhh I hope this is alright, it got super sUUUUPER angsty as I was writing it and then I tried to inject it with fluff. So hopefully you like it! I was gonna wait to write something until tomorrow but I’m still sick at the moment so this prompt called to me, haha.

Ignis was not well. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud—no, there was too much to do, too much ground to cover, and not enough time in the day. The stinger of a killer wasp had grazed his ankle, not enough to knock him off his feet, but enough that the poison had slowly started to seep into his blood stream, making him weaker and weaker with each step.

He’d used the last of the potions on Noctis, who’d needed it more than he did, and so he suffered in silence as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his glove and pressed on.

You eyed him curiously. It wasn’t like Ignis to be so quiet. He normally couldn’t help but chastise the others for one thing or another, or toss in a quip or two while they made their way back to camp.

You could see the blue haze of the campground coming into view. Out of the corner of your eye, Ignis stumbled.

“Iggy?” You turned to face him fully, and he looked awful. His skin was so pale, and a layer of sweat coated his body, and you could hear his teeth chattering as it cooled on his skin. You weren’t ten feet from camp when he collapsed to the ground, his breath coming in short pants.

You ran over to his side and rolled him over so that his head was in your hands. His eyes were fluttering shut, and you were in an absolute panic.

“Guys!” you screamed frantically. The others turned to you, alarm written across their faces as they rushed over. “Noctis, do something!”

“We have potions back at camp,” he said hurriedly. “Prompto, c’mon!” The two of them dashed away towards the tent to get the emergency supply of potions from the cooler. Gladio kneeled down to be eye level with you.

“Here, let me take him.”

“B-but,” you stammered, tears falling from your eyes. “What if we move him and something goes wrong?”

Gladio placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from shaking. “We need to get him back to camp where it’s safe. We need to see what happened and what’s wrong with him, and for us to do that, you need to let me take him back to the tent. Okay?”

You looked down at Ignis’ face, his pulse slowing under your fingertips. He looked ghastly, and his skin was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of white. You bit back a sob and nodded. “Okay.”

Ignis wasn’t a short man, so you couldn’t help but briefly marvel at how easily Gladio scooped him up in his arms. He carried him with ease back to the campsite just as Noctis and Prompto charged back with several potions in hand. Prompto cracked one open just to get the healing process started, and Noctis helped you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he urged you forward. “He’s gonna need your help.”

You nodded and followed him back up the small hill to the tent, where Gladio had laid him down on top of his bedroll. You crawled over to his side and placed a hand on his cheek.

The potion that Prompto had administered was already helping, thankfully, but he still looked so pale. You took another potion from his hands and tilted the bottle to his lips, leaning his head up so that he could drink it a little easier. It took a few minutes for the magic to take effect, but soon he was asleep, his breathing back to normal.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked nervously, wringing his wrists out of habit. You sighed, but gave a nod.

“Yeah. I think so.” You glanced at your friends, who all looked anxiously down at Ignis, wondering what happened. “You guys should eat something. We have some Cup Noodles left. I’ll stay here and check for his injuries and wait until he wakes up.”

The others eyed each other, but quietly agreed and exited the tent. You sat cross-legged at Ignis’ side, stroking your fingers gently through his hair. You weren’t sure what happened—he seemed fine earlier in the day. You’d had to deal with some MTs, a spiracorn or two, but nothing too taxing.

But then you remembered the killer wasps that you’d had the misfortune of angering earlier, and immediately went into a panic. Had Ignis been poisoned?

You tried to look him over for injuries, or any tears to his clothing. You made it down to his leg, where a small tear near the hem of his pants revealed the answer. You lifted it up and saw a long, thin scar, healed over from the potions, where the tip of a wasp’s stinger had ripped open his skin.

You felt yourself getting angry, unable to comprehend why he wouldn’t just tell you or ask for help. You shuffled back to his side, hands folded in your lap. You hastily wiped at the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and waited for him to wake up.

It was maybe an hour later that he finally stirred. The others were still out by the campfire, knowing better than to intrude on the two of you when they knew something was wrong. Ignis woke to the sound of you quietly crying, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get yourself to stop.


You lifted your face from your hands, your vision a little blurry. “Iggy?”

He sat up on his elbows and groaned before lying back down. “Am I dead?”

You wanted to smack him. You wanted to scream, wanted to haul him up to his feet and pound on his chest for scaring you like that. But instead, all you could do was cry.

“My dear,” he reached a hand out to graze your forearm. “What’s the matter? Please don’t cry, everything will be alright.”

“Iggy,” you sniffled between breaths. “I almost lost you. And you didn’t say anything to anyone. What if we hadn’t gotten back to camp in time, huh? What if you just dropped dead in the middle of the woods in my arms and that was just…it?” You shook your head, looking skyward. “What were you thinking?”

He was quiet. He hadn’t thought of that—calculating, precise, strategical Ignis, hadn’t thought of what would have happened had he actually succumbed to the poison. Hadn’t thought of what you would have gone through if he had died without an explanation, didn’t realize the mistake he had made by staying silent.

Ignis brought his hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “My love,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice shook and his fingers trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

His words broke your resolve and you sank down beside him, crying into his shoulder as you curled against his side. He brought his arms around you and held you tightly against him, stroking your back until your breathing slowed.

You wiped your face hastily with your sleeves. “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumbled, smacking his chest lightly. “Next time you need help, or need someone to take care of you, please just tell me. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”

Ignis nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, my dearest. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” you pulled him closer, hugging his lean torso. “Because next time you almost die on me, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed, the sweet sound filling your ears. It was such a relief to hear the sound as it filled the tent, warming your heart as you gazed up at him. The colour was back in his cheeks, and he looked like his usual self again.

You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, rolling halfway on top of him to get a better angle so you could deepen the kiss. Ignis’ hands came up to card through your hair, his leg sliding between your thighs. You were about to slide your hands underneath his shirt to gently claw at his abdomen when—


You practically jumped off of Ignis as Noctis cleared his throat from the entrance of the tent. You pretended to cough, and Ignis smiled lazily from his spot on the ground.

“You look like someone’s feeling better,” Noctis commented as you brought a hand to your face, hiding the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Better than ever,” Ignis confirmed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “I daresay I’m ready to engage in physical activity.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.” He swiftly exited the tent, and you swatted at Ignis’ arm. He couldn’t help but laugh, dragging you closer again.

“Now, where were we?”

“Nuh-uh,” you wagged your finger in his face. “You’re not fully healed yet. And I am not having sex with you in this tent with those nosy bastards outside listening in on us.”

Ignis merely shrugged, pecking you on the cheek. “Unfinished business always provides the most lucrative rewards in any case.”

You chuckled and helped him stand up. “Come on, handsome,” you said, leading him out of the tent. “Let’s get you something to eat. And don’t say what I know you’re going to say.”

Ignis shook his head at the innuendo, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you laced your fingers with his and led him outside into the cool evening air.

Never Normal: Part 2

A/N: This was done for @revwinchester’s Y1K Challenge, and in typical “me” fashion, I got a bit long winded. This one isn’t going to be a big series, but there will be 2 3 parts, the last of which will explain a few things, including the story behind the reader’s post-it note. Anyway, congrats Rev, and I hope y'all love it!

If you want to catch up: Part 1

Summary: When the Winchesters found Y/N the moment after her world fell apart, she never expected they’d be the ones to help her put it back together–but that’s exactly what they did. From friends, to brothers, to the possibility of something more–their lives together were far from normal, which was exactly how she liked it.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (Romantic) ; Sam Winchester x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Swearing, Fluffy (Sam is such a sweetheart), a tad Angsty (Maybe? If you look really closely?)

Word Count: 2600-ish

A bottle of red wine, a heaping plate of food, and a slice of pie later, and you were ready to pop. “Okay, I’ve got to quit. My jeans are starting to cut off my circulation,” you admitted sadly, sitting your fork on your plate and pushing it away from you.

“Well, you could always take them off.” Dean looked up from the pie he was inhaling, meeting your eyes, a wicked grin lazily turning up one corner of his mouth. Before your brain could form a truly witty and amazing comeback—something other than, “I wish you would,” which was the first thing that popped into your mind—Sam leapt to your defense.

“Jesus, Dean, could you maybe not start with the cheesy pickup lines?”

“Who’s starting what, Sammy? I simply offered a solution to Y/N’s problem.”

You let out a sarcastic snort and rolled your eyes. Sam just leaned back in his chair and gave Dean his best, little brother bitch face—complete with crossed arms, a raised eyebrow, and “you’re so full of shit” practically blinking on his forehead.

“You know what? Screw both of you,” he swore laughingly, shoveling another forkful of pie into his mouth and smiling widely.  “It’s my party, and I’ll do what I want to.”

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Ok folks, here’s the thing: now that I finished ME:A I can freely sail the tags on Tumbr and there’s one tag that needs serious improvements: Sloane Kelly.   She’s one of my favourite characters in this new story-line so here’s a long post about her that probably nobody asked for.

 As I was playing I literally went from ‘ugh, this wacko, ruthless character’ that I couldn’t be bothered with to a character so complex and real it completely blew my mind. And I am both angry and so pleased with the way the game treats her on one side, and frustrated with the crap the fandom throws at her. K, so buckle up for some long character analysis. Spoilers ahead:

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s/o becomes blind after an accident//bts


firstly, hopefully you didn’t mean a car accident (although tae happens to be a car accident), but I did a variety of different accidents that can cause blindness. sorta, i mean I used one illness because I happen to know a lot about it due to my grandfather having it- it was the first to come to mind. also, you can look up how you can become blind from these things if youre curious, but i tried to explain the best i could through this text.

but thank you so much for the request, anon!

sorry for any mistakes~ and enjoy!


Hoseok - debris

It all happened while you were helping your friend build a house- her idea- when stray fragments of wood from the cutter flew into your right eye. Your friend immediately drove you to the hospital while you were in the passenger seat trying to control the blood and the unbearable pain.

The nurses took you into a room to examine your eye while your friend was in the lobby, trying to contact Hoseok. “Hoseok,” she almost yells into the phone, “you need to come to the hospital!”

“Why?” he asks, the obviously worried tone in his voice. “Is everything okay? Where’s Y/N?” Your friend explained to him what had happened and that you were being examined at the moment. Hoseok hangs up the phone in a rush and jumped in his car, not bothering to tell the members what had happened and where he was going.

Ten red lights later, Hoseok arrives at the hospital, barging through the doors. “Hoseok,” your friend stands up to approach him, “she’s okay, everything is alright.”

“Where is she? I need to see her,” he demands, looking around the hospital’s lobby. Your friend signals him to follow her to your room. She opens the door and lets him inside, his eyes widen at your figure. He quickly walks to your side, leaving a light kiss on your forehead, “Baby, are you alright?” You nod in response, lifting your hand to his face, trying to find his cheek to caress.

“The doctors said,” your friend starts announcing sadly, “that-”

“It’s alright,” you console your friend, “I can tell him.”

“What did the doctors say, baby?”

“My eyes are closed shut,” you say, stroking his hair. “I won’t be able to see anymore. The infection from my right eye had already made its way to my left eye when I arrived.”

“Are you kidding me?” Hoseok stands up, his voice louder than usual. “Couldn’t they do something? They could have fixed this!”

“Hoseok,” you say softly, smiling, “it’s okay, it’s my fault for not wearing glasses- they did the best they could.”

“Baby, it’s not your fault, don’t worry.”

“Will you still love me?” you genuinely ask him, afraid he won’t be able to tolerate your blindness.

“Of course,” he starts, placing two soft kisses on your swollen eyelids, “nothing will impact my love for you- you’re still the same Y/N I fell in love with.”

“Thank you, Hoseok,” you whisper to him, placing a kiss on his nose.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jimin - strep

Both you and Jimin had noticed the rash under your eye but dismissed it as you both thought it was just a sunburn or something. It got progressively worse every day,- now almost closing your eye- causing Jimin to worry and take you to the hospital to get it checked out.

The examination did not last long for the doctor knew exactly what it was- strep. You were directed to the surgery room so they can take out the impacted parts to stop the spreading.

“Mr. Park?” the doctor walks into your hospital room you were staying at during your stay. Jimin stands up, curious about what the doctor will say. “We have some news- good and bad.”

“Don’t tell me she died,” he says with wide eyes.

“No, she is still alive,” the doctor consoles him, signaling him to sit back down to be more comfortable during the announcements. “We have successfully removed the strep, however, we had to take both of her eyes out as they were both covered with strep. This was the only thing we could do to fix this, I’m sorry, Mr. Park. The good news is that it had not made it’s way to the brain when we removed it, if that were the case we would have lost her. Y/N will be released in a few, I’m sorry again, sir.” The doctor stands up and bows, leaving the room after Jimin thanked him, sighing in relief that you’re not dead.

A nurse cautiously wheels you in, still fatigued after surgery. “Y/N,” Jimin hugs your body, “are you okay, I’m so sorry.”

You chuckle softly at his words, “It’s not your fault, don’t worry, Jiminie.” Your hand reaches his hair- without poking his eye out- and immediately start playing with it with affection.

His hand reaches your cheek, softly making contact with it, “So, you won’t be able to see anything anymore?”

You hesitate, “Yes.”

After your answer, he leans down to kiss your nose, “I’ll help you see, okay?”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Jungkook - chemicals

As a college student, you were required to do a science class for a term- so, you picked chemistry. It was a lab day, so you prepared the station and put on your goggles and apron on for safety. However, one of your classmates made an explosive reaction, causing some chemical particles to hit you. Unfortunately, it got through your glasses by the sides- which are open, if you didn’t know. You whimpered, rushing to the eyewash station, but it didn’t flush it all out- so here you are, in the hospital.

“Y/N?” Jungkook barges into your hospital, calling your name in concern.

“Jungkook,” you start, smiling at the blurry figure approaching you, “I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“Your eyes are all red and swollen, are you sure you’re okay?” he feels your forehead to check your temperature.

“I’m alright,” you explain, “it’s just a chemical burn.”

“Just a chemical burn! That’s not okay, Y/N,” he scolds, obviously stressed due to this situation. “Are there any side effects?”

“Um,” you pause for a second, trying to remember all that the doctor said earlier to you, “well, I am losing my vision and cannot keep my eyes open- they’re too swollen.”

“Will this last forever,” Jungkook asks, brushing strands of fleed hairs out of your face.

“I think so,” you admit, a hint of depression in your voice.

“Oh, baby,” he pulls you in for a hug and rocks you back and forth, “I’m so sorry this happened. It’s going to be okay, baby, we’ll get through this- I’ll always stay by your side.”

Originally posted by nochuie

Namjoon - explosion

Your friend had invited you to the club on a Friday night. You agreed since Namjoon had a performance and said he was okay with it. The lights were flashing and the speakers blasting when electrical socket busted and created an explosion involving the speaker closest to you and immediately blinding you with light, eventually causing you not to see the flying pieces of speaker flying your way and slicing at your right eye.

You kneel to the floor in pain, rubbing at your left eye to gain your vision back. “Y/N?” your friend calls, bending down in front of you to see your state. She tilts your head upwards and gasps, “Oh my god, we need to go to the hospital, come on.” She helps your stand and guides you through the frightened crowd and settles you in the car.

Once you arrived, the nurses issued you to an empty room and initiated the bandaging. First, they rid of any debris from the wound, then sanitize it.”It is just your right eye, correct?” one nurse asks.

“I can’t see out of my left either,” you announce. “I think the light damaged it.”

“Okay, we’ll do our best to get you fully recovered,” the second nurse proposes before leaving the room and allowing you to rest.

“Y/N,” Namjoon calls, waking you up from your slumber, “are you okay? What happened? What’s your condition?” He feels your forehead, checking your temperature, before examining your body for any more wounds besides your eye- there were only minor cuts, nothing as major as the eye.

“The speaker blew up at the club, so my friend brought me here. I can’t see at all, the light blinded my left and the right is obvious,” you say, pointing to the recent puncture of your eye.

“Damn,” he mumbles, “I should have come earlier. I should have never let you go.”

“Namjoon,” you reach for his cheek, lightly patting it reassuringly, “it’s not your fault, you were performing and what happened happened, there was no way to stop it- it’s in the past now.”

“I love you so much,” he admits, “that not even blindness can take my love away.”

Originally posted by ciutae

Seokjin - dog bite

Like every other weekend, you and Jin went for your weekly walk through the park- to get rid of the stress building upon the both of you. There were many dogs there, so of course, you have to stop and pet them. However, one dog had caused a significant change in your life just by licking your face.

You noticed that your eyes itched a lot and were always irritated. You thought nothing of it at first, hoping it would just fade away with no complications. However, a week later it started to impact your vision which made you finally decide to head to the hospital for an examination.

“Ms. L/N?” the doctor says, walking into the waiting room.

“Yes?” you respond, curious about what he has to say.

“We have your results back- we need to talk about treatment,” he admits, a slight hint of sadness in his tone.

“Treatment?” you ask with your eyebrows raised. “Treatment for what?”

The doctor signals you to sit down with him in a pair of empty chairs in the lobby. “Unfortunately, we have found a parasite called Toxocara canis in your body- specifically the inner corner of your left eye. Have you been around any dogs lately? Any fecal matter that belongs to a dog?”

“Yes, I went to the park a week ago and met a dog there that licked my face,” you respond, wondering what this has to do with the parasite.”

“Well, you contracted the parasite from a dog since the parasite is in a dog’s saliva and it has impacted your eye. I’m really sorry to say this but because this is a rare pesticide to contract and be impacted by, we have not researched enough treatment solutions with a one hundred percent success rate. It also looks like it is too late to treat it, the pesticide has already reached your left eye as well.”

“Is there any other way to fix it?” you ask quickly.
“Yes, but it will require taking out your eyes to avoid further spreading,” he answers, handing a consent form to you about the surgery for your eyes. You take the pen with shaky hands and hesitate, thinking about what Jin will think. However, in the end, you signed the form and plan to announce it to Seokjin in a phone call, or maybe when he comes to the hospital after rehearsal.

A couple hours later, you text Jin to tell him to come to the hospital to tell him the news about your eyes. A couple of soft knocks come from the entrance and Seokjin enters the white hospital room, “What’s going on? Are you okay? When are you getting released?”

“That’s why you’re here, I need to tell you some things.”

He sits next to your laying body on the cot, “Okay, I’m listening.” You explain everything from the parasite to the surgery to Seokjin, trying not to look at his expression and emotion. After you finished, on the edge of a breakdown, he takes your right hand into his and squeezes it reassuringly, “We’ll get through this, I’ll help you. If you need support, I’ll be there, just let me know, okay, love?”

“Thank you, Seokjin.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Taehyung - car accident

You were heading back from the grocery store when a car ran a red light and hit the back side of your car, sending your car into a spiral and eventually flipping over. You fell unconscious while being transferred to the hospital safely.

You attempt to open your eyes, an ache surrounding them causing you to wince. Taehyung jumps from his seat when he sees your movement, “Y/N, don’t open your eyes!” He holds your hand while explaining his demand, “You had surgery while you were out- they had to take shards out of your face, including your eyes.”

“Taehyung,” you absentmindedly erect your hand, trying to sense him, “how long have I been here?”

He grabs your wandering hand and holds it softly, pressing a light kiss upon it. “Just a day, love,” he responds, scooting closer to your wounded body and presses his lips to your forehead.

“What do I look like?” you ask him.

“Beautiful as always, my lady,” he formally responds, the fake British accent spicing it up a bit.

You squeeze his hand, “No, seriously, what do I look like? Do I look like a zombie?”

He sighs, “There are stitches everywhere and your eyes, they are bruised into oblivion.” He gets closer to you, close enough for you to feel his breath on our cheek, “but you’re still beautiful, no wound will ever change that.” He places a kiss on your cheek, making sure he does not aggravate any wound or bruise.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Yoongi - burning magnesium

As a chemistry student, you knew all about safety in the lab- but apparently, it was your teacher who did not know anything about it. The lab today was burning magnesium, and you, being an outgoing student, volunteered to assist the teacher and be the closest (besides the teacher) to the burning metal. You had put on the strongest sunglasses while the other students put on the weaker ones as they will be far from the burning mass. It took a few minutes of holding the torch to the metal until it finally sparked a flame. The light was unbearable, your eyes slowly starting to sting but you shrugged it off, thinking you were safe because of the sunglasses. A few minutes of it burning, you couldn’t handle the stinging in your eyes, so you tell your teacher who excused you to the restroom to wash your face.

Right outside the restroom, you were seeing stars, making you stumble over small things. You took out your phone and attempted to call Yoongi. After about five minutes of trying to see your phone screen, you had successfully called Yoongi, who took you from school- with an excuse, of course, no skipping, kiddos- and admitted you into the hospital.

So here you are, sitting in the hospital bed, unable to see and with a burning sensation in your eyes. “Are you feeling any better? Has the burning stopped?” Yoongi asks, lightly stroking your cheek.

“Not really,” you respond, slouching a little.

“Do you need more painkillers? Maybe an ice pack?”

“No,” you pat his head to calm him, “I’m okay, the only thing that will help is the results so we can know how to treat this.”

Coincidently, the doctor came through the door with his clipboard full of information. “Hello, we have finally received your official results from the testing,” he announces, pushing up his glasses. He continues, “Unfortunately, your eyes have suffered through intense light exposure and an infection of burnt skin particles. This will result in chronic blindness and cannot be cured.” Your heart stops and Yoongi turns towards you with a sad expression on his face. “I apologize, Miss, but the only thing we can help you with is the pain. We will release you tomorrow and give you prescribed painkillers and the information with them. Best wishes, Miss.” The doctor bows before heading out the door to tend to his other patients.

“Blindness,” you stutter, “forever?”

“This sucks ass,” Yoongi groans in aggravation, running his hands through his hair. “We’ll get through this, okay? I’ll help you through this burden- I won’t abandon you.”
“Thank you,” you whisper as he pulls you in for an embrace and kisses the top of your head.

“I think now we have to get married,” he laughs. “So I can legally promise to stay by your side forever.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

You Can’t Run!

Request from @velveteen-teens: The plot: After trying to outrun the lost boys y/n ends up at a cliffs edge where they state “we’re on an island!? Well you could’ve atleast told me that before I started to run”  Knowing they won’t get off the island by force or by running, y/n decides it’d be better to  cooperate and play Pan from the inside

Note: Hope this is okay! Sorry for the delay in posting this <3

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,338

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

You were running the fastest you had ever done in your life. Your heart was pounding inside of your chest, threatening to break out at any given moment, while your legs pumped themselves as much as they possibly could. The dense vegetation around you was making it more and more difficult to get a good distance away from those who were currently chasing you and even caused you to lose your footing a couple of times.

You had no idea where you were or how you had even come to be here but what you do know is that you needed to find a way out of here. There had to be a town or something nearby.

“You can’t run from us forever!”

The voice that called out so menacingly behind you was the first one you had heard when you’d found yourself washed up on some kind of beach, surrounded by a group of young boys, and although you hadn’t been able to see any of their faces due to the nasty side effect of the sea water burning at your eyes you knew from the get-go that they weren’t going to friendly at all. The tone they used in their words was more than enough to confirm that to you….so you ran. You knocked the nearest to you over as hard as you could before running rather blindly into the dense forest.

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pantaloonwedgie  asked:

14. "just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to" with spirk or 36. "is that my shirt" with t'pring?

Thanks SO much, friend!!! I know this was like six months ago, but I hope you don’t mind the wait!!! I posted it on AO3 just now, but you can also find it below the cut (just, fair warning that Tumblr likes to remove my italics, and the italics make Jim’s rambling so much better).

Minor trigger warning for surgery and anesthesia. (you know where this is going)

Jim Kirk would have liked to say that this singular experience finally convinced him to listen to the good Doctor McCoy. Or to say that he learned his lesson, in the long run. But one catalyst can stimulate multiple results, and for every cause there can be many effects, not all of which necessarily turn out unpleasant.

But somehow Jim’s decision to continue eating those delectable hard candies (even after Bones told him to give them up time and time again over their decade of friendship) led to this, laying in a biobed with the effects of anesthesia only now beginning to dissipate, staring at a gobsmacked Spock who stood by his bedside wearing an expression of complete and utter turmoil– for Spock, at least.

And to think, it started with a simple toothache.

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Love Game 1

Originally posted by luedeer

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Hanbyeol) ft. mentions of Sehun x Irene

Genre: romcom | fluff | enemies to lovers!au | cheating!au | smut (later on)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Byun Baekhyun founded a company that aids people cheat on their partners, while Park Hanbyeol runs a firm that helps find evidence of infidelity. However, they both face real difficulties when they help their common friends. Regardless of the effort, they are bound to fail. Miserably, I may add.

Masterlist | 01 | 02 | …

It was a beautiful evening; the sky in its unique shade of orange, the air unusually clean, the street musicians playing smooth jazz. The scenery was breathtaking, most certainly postcard-worthy, yet the man clothed in a fine, navy blue suit, sitting in a local cafe, a cup of espresso and a piece of cheesecake on the table in front of him did not appreciate the view, as he stared at his phone, waiting for a message from his secretary.

Ultimately, his phone rang. It wasn’t the long-awaited call from his secretary, though. Rather confused, Baekhyun looked at the name flashed up on the screen; Oh Sehun—his friend, freshly married at that. Scratching his temple, Baekhyun answered the call, having no clue why Sehun wanted to reach him.

“Baekhyun, I need your help,” the voice on the other side of the line quickly spoke, not even bothering to greet his friend; he just went straight to business.

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done chasing ;;

Summary: How do you chase after someone who’s chasing someone else? 

Word Count: 3,192

Tags: Bridgette/Felix ; Identity Reveal

ao3 won’t post this right now; will add link later.


There was never a doubt Bridgette loved Felix.

She loved him more than anything; he had been kind to her when no one else had, made her feel welcomed and to an extent, loved. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor; let him know he was wanted, had someone he could depend on.

Sure, she came on strong but Bridgette wasn’t one to back down easily.

Not when he rejected her offer to go to the park; or the library; or the music festival; or the café down the street. Not when she got doused with water from that puddle; when she burned her tongue on the tea she had gotten to impress him.

She kept going on; telling herself that it was all worth it if he ever said yes. And Bridgette believed he would; as long as there was even a chance he’d say yes to her - just once, if only to get her out of his hair - she would keep charging on.

That’s what she did; leapt into action and let her heart guide her.

So why was she hiding behind a column, listening to her mind for once?

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[Ask RPedia] Anxious About My Writing: Help?

Anonymous asked: I know this is normal for writers and that there isn’t a real solution but I’m gonna ask anyway: Any advice on how to stop feeling insecure about what/how I write?

Oh man, this is gonna sound like such an asshole move, but my favorite way to help myself is to write to spite everyone else. Seriously. Write like you hate everyone else in the world. Write like they mean fucking nothing to you. Write because they’re gonna get what you write, and they’re gonna like it, if they know what’s good for them. Write to make that mental editor representing the ‘them’ in your head mad as hell.

It’s always energized me to flippantly declare to myself that if people don’t like something I like, they can go fuck themselves in some fancy new way, because I’m busy writing and I don’t see them getting off their ass! They’re reading anyways ain’t they? Then they god damn don’t have anything better to do than let me shove words, and ideas, and mental pictures into their heads rapidly. Them complaining? Hah, you mean leaving impassioned responses because I hit a nerve. I CONTROL them. 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝔸𝕊 𝔸 𝔾𝕆𝔻.

…ahem. There’s other things to think about. I just, really like getting pumped about that concept because getting pumped makes it really awesome. Lemme uh… lemme try talking about … other things… next. Instead of declaring my godhood, wow, that is so ‘famous last words’ material for a character to say.

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#45 [Adam Cole]

Requested, #45: “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” from here.

@superkixbaybay @hiitsmecharlie @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @valeonmars @bulletbaybay

It was day four of being medicated to treat a nasty case of bronchitis. While the z-pack of antibiotics hadn’t yielded any side effects, the codeine cough syrup certainly had. For some reason, that particular medicine was causing your sleep time to become, you guessed, what an acid trip felt like.

The first night you’d found yourself dream-working in an underground department store, where sharks and fishes shopped as though they were humans, and paid in seashells.

A nap had yielded a very vivid experience of being a horse-back jumping champion, where you were apparently Russian, and almost disqualified from the Olympics for using a certain type of hand lotion which was banned.

The second night brought you the vision of going for a midnight snack in your house, only to open the fridge to the pickles putting on a cabaret-type show. Dream-you had applauded them and closed the fridge as their curtain call.

After that, you’d taken a break from the medicine. While the dreams had been funny to recall, you didn’t like waking up feeling confused and still as sick as before.

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Cursed Tattoo (Chapter One)

Alfred sat on his living room couch, playing a shooting game on low volume. It wasn’t the same without the sound effects, but Ivan had reminded him that Alaska was sleeping in the next room and that if he wanted to keep her asleep, he best mute it. However, Alfred just couldn’t bring himself to plain old mute it, so he turned the volume to the lowest it would go and hoped for the best. So far so good, am I right? But at that moment, his phone went off.

Quickly he launched his right hand at the phone and positioned it against his ear after pressing the answer button.

“H-hey,” Hiccuping noises resonated from the phone, in between each word and sometimes syllables, “Hey, Alfre’. Iz me, Arrrrrthur. I need - I need ya te pick me up.”

“Arthur, it’s only ten thirty. Are you drunk?” Alfred asked, even though he knew the answer. His slightly older best friend - Alfred at twenty seven, Arthur at thirty - was constantly going to the bar. More often than not he got himself shitfaced within a few hours and needed Alfred to pick him up.

“A lil.” Arthur slurred back, static making its way through the phone.

Alfred sighed. He didn’t mind picking Arthur up at whatever pub he was being an asshole at. The real problem was that Ivan didn’t like Alfred leaving in the middle of the night so often. The white-haired male described it as “juvenile” and “irresponsible”. Alfred loved Ivan, and he loved Arthur in a different but still relevant way, but he was starting to agree with his husband. What if there was an emergency and he wasn’t there to help his family?

“Alright.” Alfred sighed, letting himself get killed in his game one last time. He set down his controller and let the screen fade into disuse as he collected his keys, shrugged on his bomber jacket, and asked Arthur through the phone, “Where you at?”

“Alfred?” A differently accented voice asked dangerously from behind the blond. He slowly swiveled to face his husband, Ivan.

“I’m just going to pick him up, he needs me to -” Alfred immediately launched into a hurried explanation, holding the phone a bit away from his mouth so that Arthur couldn’t pick up the conversation about to unfold.

“You cannot keep doing this, dorogoy. It’s stressful for you and it upsets Alaska when she wakes up and you’re not there.” Ivan cut off Alfred and explained patiently.

Alfred rubbed his brow, “But he’s relying on me! He’s my best friend!”

“And we’re your family and I love you. I’m sorry Alfred -” Alfred’s blood ran cold, “but you can’t keep doing this.”

“Y-You’re right.” Alfred rubbed his soulmate mark on the left side of his ribcage. The words that would shatter his world one day.

Everyone was born with a tattoo that started out blurry. As a person aged the tattoo would become more clear and reveal a dreadful thing: the last thing a person’s soulmate would say to them before said soulmate would die. Alfred’s only said ‘I’m sorry, Alfred’. Every time he heard that phrase, his mind froze up in panic.

Some said that the soulmate marks were a curse; to only know who you were meant to be with after it’s too late is a terrible thing. Others thought it gave a sense of closure, like watching a walk through of a game after navigating the entire thing on your own. Alfred just knew he wanted to go a long, long time before hearing those words uttered by Ivan.

Because Ivan was his soulmate, obviously. They fit together so well. Sure, they fought hard and horrible at times but they always made up in the end! And the passion that the Russian gave Alfred was unmatched. The two were married and had a beautiful daughter named Alaska. Why wouldn’t they be soulmates?

They wouldn’t know until the end, but Alfred was sure of himself and his choices.

“Please, Alfred? You can’t do this forever.” Alfred sighed and brought the phone up to his ear.

“Arthur?” Alfred said, checking if his friend was even still on the line.

“Hrg?” Arthur replied intelligently.

“I can’t pick you up when you get drunk anymore. It’s putting strain on Ivan and Alaska. Can you find someone else?” Alfred knew if his friend even begged a little bit, he would come running, Ivan’s temper be damned.

There was a long pause from the other end. Alfred could hear jovial talking and clinking from Arthur’s surroundings. Finally, he responded, “Yeah.” He still sounded a bit drunk, but the shocking turn of events had partially woken him from his drunken stupor. When was the last time Alfred hadn’t been there for Arthur?

“Good. Okay, get home safe Artie. Goodnight.” Alfred said, relief washing through his bones that Arthur didn’t seem mad.

“I’m sorry, Alfred.”

The words themselves sounded apologetic and a bit pitiful, but all they did was make Alfred’s heart stop. The beeping of the phone, signaling that Arthur hung up, beat against Alfred’s eardrums.

Alfred dropped the phone. It shattered, a nice screen ruined. In the back of his mind there was a whine of loss over the death of a smartphone, but Arthur’s words bouncing around in his brain didn’t exactly leave room for much else. Alfred glanced over at Ivan in horror and some semblance of organization returned to his brain.

‘Ivan is your soulmate,’ Alfred reminded himself. 'Arthur is just your friend who you’re worrying about too much.’

A tiny bit of his mind was still frantic, but Alfred silenced it by striding forward and pushing his lips against Ivan’s. Ivan responded with his own motions, his fingertips cold against Alfred’s hands. They pulled apart after nearly a minute.

“Are you okay?” Ivan asked in his thick accent that Alfred always found hot.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Alfred smiled as convincingly as he could. Ivan saw through the masquerade but let it go. If Alfred didn’t want to talk, Ivan wouldn’t make him.

“Alright, if you say so.”

The next morning, Alfred was sleeping in his large bed, snuggled up next to Ivan under the covers, when Alaska came bouncing into their room and woke them up.

“Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa!” She yelled happily, pushing at her dads and trying to climb up onto the mattress. When she succeeded, she simply started jumping- sometimes landing on a body part instead of a blanket.

“Alright, honey, we’re up,” Alfred said, sitting forwards and steadying the toddler on the bed in front of him. “Papa is up too. Right, Papa?” He nudged Ivan, who was trying to avoid opening his eyes.

“Da, dorogoy.” Ivan smiled and blinked his eyes open sleepily, the eyelashes trailing along. “I am awake.”

“Great. Now breakfast time!” Alfred scooped up little Alaska and set her on the floor, allowing her to race downstairs. Ivan rolled out of bed and followed, but Alfred allowed himself to check his phone first.

And what he saw was not good. Fifteen missed calls, ten of which were from Matthew, his twin brother. He clicked on the voicemail that was sent first, the least recent one.

'Oh, oh my god, Al! Answer your goddamn phone! I know it’s late but shouldn’t you be up or something? Arthur’s in the hospital, he was in a crash! Did you let him drive home alone? Oh my god, oh hang on, a nurse is coming, I don’t know why I’m here apparently I’m the second emergency contact after y -“ The message cut out and Alfred assumed Matthew hung up on him to talk to the nurse. His heart was pounding, racing, and his tattoo was burning all of a sudden. He didn’t even need to go to the hospital, he just knew.

Arthur was dead. And he had been Alfred’s soulmate.


Well that’s it! I’ll probably continue this to include how Ivan and Alfred try to adapt. Hope that if you made it this far you enjoyed it, I had a ton of fun writing it!

A Love Wrapped In Dust

Title: A Love Wrapped In Dust

Author: SaachiSassified


Artist: @infidany

Word Count: 10,805 

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, existential thoughts, mentions of sex, break-up, general sadness.

Summary: Dan has a problem, and the problem is in the next room, pacing around anxiously. The problem is otherwise known as Phil Lester, and Dan is madly in love with him.

A/N: I don’t really know how to begin. This is one of the best things I have ever written, and I am extremely proud of it. I am so happy to share this with all of you, and I hope you all like it as much as I do. This story basically revolves around a fresh break-up, reforming a relationship and trying to make things work when everything feels messed up. It is super angsty, but the ending is a happy one, although it is almost an open ending. Why? Well, I had a whole, longer storyline planned for this but my interest and will power started wavering, and real life things started taking over. Probably shouldn’t mention this. I wanted to end the story before I completely lost my interest in it, and had no urge to complete it. 

My beta, Lisa, or @quitefriendly has been a superb support system, and just generally a sweetheart. Thank you! I could not have done this without you. 

@infidany, my artist, is a literal angel, and has ACTUALLY WRITTEN A SONG FOR ALWID?? THANK YOU SO MUCH I CANT PROCESS IT ILY!! His song is called ‘Us Against Each Other’ and is on their YouTube channel, Infidany. Here is a link to their beautiful song, PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT! 

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CLF Pas du Tout M

A/N: Remember when I said I forgot something super important in one of the chapters? Yeah, this is where I slam the make it worse button.

Two more parts after this. It’s either going to be done on Thursday or Friday. 

WARNINGS: Swearing, allusions to smut, Tony is in DESPERATE need of a Dirty Education Session, allusions to bombing, battle scenes, blood, beating, I think that’s it. Big chapter.



SONG: Believer by Imagine Dragons

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