i think i'm going to have to wear a hat to the doctor's today

Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok so how did Brian Jones's death become so wrongfully depicted in the media? It's reported that he died under the influence of drink and drugs and became "just another sad rockstar that died drugged and drunk" but first of all the postmortem found little to no evidence of drugs in his system and his blood alcohol level represented the equivalent of just three and a half pints of beer, and people that knew him, Keith Richards included, noted that it was indeed very strange that he drowned in such a short period of time in his own swimming pool while broadly sober, because Brian was a very strong swimmer and very acrobatic in water. Anna Wohlin, his girlfriend of three months and a key witness, maintains that Brian had stopped taking drugs (except for sleeping pills, which he did NOT abuse) when they met in April of '69 and also maintains that Brian was NOT sad, devastated or felt any sort of betrayal against the Stones members for sacking him, he was actually quite relieved (also verified by Keith Richards) and that he and Anna actually had planned to go to the Hyde Park gig so Brian could publicly show he had no hard feelings about leaving the Rolling Stones. He had wanted to get out of the band for some time and wanted to get together a new band, Bill Wyman remembers that Brian was phoning people up about creating a new band before he died and that he called Bill being very excited about it. Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier. Also present that night was Frank Thorogood, a minder aggravated after being fired by Brian on the day of his death because he wasn't doing the building work on Brian's house properly. Brian had expressed guilt over having fired him to Anna and worried he had sounded too harsh on Frank so he invited him back for dinner that night (steak and kidney pie). They later took a midnight swim in which Frank ultimately were left alone with Brian after Anna went inside to take a phone call. And ok so Brian was no angel and used to tease Frank calling him "old man" and while in the swimming pool that night he had teased Frank a little and grabbed his ankles dragging him down. Anna says that she left them to answer a call (that turned out to be from a friend of hers in London) and that Brian was in good shape and spirit when she went inside, and that she believes she was inside for a maximum of 10-15 minutes. Also present was Frank's friend (and rumored lover) Janet Lawson that went inside to find Brian's asthma inhalator that he asked her to get. She looked around the house for it and eventually went to the kitchen where she was met by Frank, she described him shaking to the point he hardly being able to light his cigarette and she sensed something was wrong and rushed out to the pool where she saw Brian laying still at the bottom face down. She (unable to swim) started to shout at Frank to help her but he ignored her cries for help and Anna who was upstairs heard Janet scream "something has happened with Brian" and ran down the stairs where she saw Frank standing there "shaking like a leaf" trying to light his cigarette, she then continued running out, jumping in the pool retrieving him from the bottom and trying to get Brian up on the pool edge, which she wasn't strong enough to do, so she screamed at Frank to help her, in which she said in a (swedish) radio documentary in 2008; "I screamed at Frank to come help me, and then after a while he came dawdling, he didn't seem very interested to come and help me.". She and Janet tried to massage Brian's heart and do CPR and Anna didn't want to believe that he was dead so she just kept on trying but when the ambulance showed up he was declared dead. Anna has always maintained that she didn't think Frank killed him intentionally and that it was horseplay in the pool that went wrong. Terribly wrong. This is also supported by Thorogood’s alleged death bed confession to Tom Keylock, the Rolling Stones driver, in 1993. Tom Keylock repeated his friends confession on Crimewatch in 1994 and told Classic Rock magazine; "In 1993 I went to see Frank in hospital and he said: 'It was me that done Brian.' He was very tired. I said: 'I'll come back tomorrow, and [you can] tell me more.' But he died during the night. I never found out the specifics." AND THEN MY FRIENDS at the inquiry both Janet Lawson and Anna Wohlin (separately at different times and occasions) have claimed that the inquiries were under unfair conditions and Janet Lawson broke her 40 year silence and said in sworn testimony to investigative journalist Scott Jones (in which all information in this post from Janet is taken from), shortly before she died of cancer in 2008, about the inquiry; "A pack of lies, the policeman suggested most of what I said. It was a load of rubbish." The inquiries were held at 3-4 am., she was nervous, confused, and mentally and physically exhausted and were told that she were able to give another statement later on when she was in better shape, which was untrue and she never got to give another statement, so she eventually just said "yes" to the suggestions of the police. PC Albert Evans, who was the first officer on the scene, sensed something was wrong upon arriving and later said about Frank; "There was nothing at the time to connect Thorogood with any more. Just feelings." Evans was NOT asked to attend the inquest. A Sussex officer who can't be named but who knows the case very well made claims about how Anna's statement had been produced and said "Wohlin had been given sedatives by the doctor and had to be actually woken up during the interview. The WDC who wrote that statement was told what to write by Bob Marshall (the chief investigation officer). Bob Marshall was controlling it, the evidence that was written down. He was pushing the buttons." Anna herself has also said that she was under sedation and shock. THE WHOLE HANDLING OF THE CASE IS JUST SO STRANGE AND FLAWED.
  • And after the inquiries Anna was given 5 minutes by the Rolling Stones management to gather some stuff from her and Brian's home so they could send her home on a plane back to Sweden, as she said, "I was just a nuisance, I was just a problem. They had to think about the Stones upcoming U.S. tour and they didn't know what I was capable of." She managed to grab some of Brian's clothes and a couple of his hats and then had nothing else but that and the clothes she was wearing and was quickly smuggled out of the house. She has still kept his clothes after all these years, they hang in her closet. It's the only things she has left of Brian, when she a couple of weeks later went back to England and Cotchford Farm to retrieve her and Brian's possessions everything was cleared and gone. She also keeps a portrait of Brian on her windowsill. After returning home in '69 she also discovered that she was pregnant with Brian's child. But had a miscarriage. She has blamed herself for his death, "No.. I should have never gone inside to answer the phone. You know, when it was me swimming in the pool Brian would always make sure to go outside to check on me every 10 minutes to see that I was ok. I should have stayed. It's just a fact, if I had not gone inside, I would have been there and around him, and it would never have happened. I will always blame myself for it." She couldn't even attend Brian's funeral, something she deeply regrets today.
  • How Brian Jones's death has been portrayed in media is so flawed and wrong and it's been 46 years, HE DID NOT DIE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS AND I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR BRIAN, HE DESERVES IT. (and if anyone would like me to translate the whole radio documentary with Anna Wohlin let me know)
future kids 3: 06

pairing: jungkookxreader
length: 1k words
genre: fluff

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

Originally posted by jkguks


“It’s getting so big… What if we’re having twins?” You mutter, laying next to Jungkook early in the morning. This was all before your son had woken up, you were surprised that he hadn’t come running in here. Panic had sprung across Jungkook’s face, you were only joking but it was always a possibility since you hadn’t had your first scan yet. It was due a couple of hours from now.

“We couldn’t handle it.”

“You would have to give up being an idol.” You giggle at your statement. He didn’t look too happy when you said that to him. You were just on the way to making him angry this morning, but it wouldn’t last very long.

“No, you would have to look after three children. It would be like having triplets.”

“You would leave me to look after 3 kids… I would file for divorce and leave you with the kids.” Parenting was something that was meant to be a joint partnership, not one alone. Although you do praise all the single parents out there.

Jungkook let out a chuckle, you smiled back at him also figuring it was a bad joke to make. “Please just only be one in there,” Jungkook mutters, touching your belly as he did.

“What if it’s triplets?” You took the joke even further, which meant that you couldn’t stop laughing now. Jungkook rolled his eyes at you starting to pull himself out of bed. “Don’t wake him up.  If you do you can get him dressed.” You mutter being careful as you rolled back onto your other side. Your stomach wasn’t in the way of an uncomfortable night’s sleep just yet, but it would be soon. Probably in a few weeks when Jungkook wouldn’t be here while he was promoting. “It can be practice for when I go to work and you have to look after both kids.”

You’d seen what they did on a popular show, it would be fun to see how Jungkook would handle looking after two kids without you. “You don’t need to go back to work, I supply enough money for all of us as it is.” He was being honest about that.

“I like working for a living, besides it never hurts to have a break from your own children for a couple of hours each day.” Jungkook shrugs and walked off into your son’s room, “He’s going to cry.” You mutter and on cue, your son had started to cry. Time for you to be the superhero…

“Did appa upset you? It’s okay… eomma is here now.” You quickly pulled your son into a hug, patting him on the back gently. Looking up to Jungkook he was looking at you in amazement, the way you had played him like that.

He was definitely going to make your second child love him more.

X

“You look more suspicious wearing the hat and mask than you do without them.” You mutter sitting in the clinic’s waiting room, it was a private clinic. There wasn’t even anyone around, “Doesn’t appa look silly?” Your son nodded his head in approval with you giggling as he did.

“Why are you like this to me? You’re my son too!” Jungkook sighed pulling off his hat and mask stuffing them both into his pockets.

“Eomma loves you more than I do.” He giggled, it frustrated Jungkook even more as he pulled his son onto his lap starting to tickle him all over his body.

“You rascal.”

“Mrs. Jeon.” You look up in relief to the nurse calling out your name, pulling yourself up out of the chair you left the two boys hoping that they wouldn’t follow but they did.

“So we’re expecting this baby early August, how are your symptoms recently?” The doctor asks as she poked around your belly, checking the position and if I falling into the average size for this stage of pregnancy. You knew all of this from when you were pregnant with your son.

“Tired, the sickness is still keeping me up at night.” Jungkook didn’t know that part, usually because he wasn’t at home when it happened. He was either still at the company or he had just left to go to it.

“I’ll prescribe you some anti-nausea drugs to see if this helps, if not make sure to tell us at your next appointment. Now time to see the baby, are you finding out the gender today?”

“Yes.” Your son stood beside you pointing curiously at the ultrasound machine. “The baby will appear on that screen.” Explaining things to him like this now as you went along was one way of preparing him for the future. As well as educating him early sounded like a good thing to do.

“Look’s like someone is awake.” The doctor says smiling, you look at the screen seeing as they were moving around. “I think she knows you’re looking, she’s waving a little.” A girl? You saw as she was moving a hand a little to make it look as if she is waving.

“Are you sure it’s just one? Not another one hiding in the back.” Jungkook asks as he approached your side, he pulled your son up higher so he was able to see the screen more. You started to laugh at Jungkook’s comment the same time you were crying tears of joy.

“Just one.” The doctor confirmed.

“A girl…” Jungkook mutters, you weren’t able to tell if he was surprised, happy or upset by the news. You lifted your hand up to touch his face.

“Are you happy?” You whisper, his head nodded in response quickly. He bent down to kiss you on the lips and you could tell he was happy now. Maybe just the thought of having another child excited him, neither of you would’ve cared if you were having another boy, twins or even triplets.

“I’m not going to let her date any boys and she’s going to have a curfew of 5 PM.” You started to chuckle at the comment, he was going to be one over-protective father for your little girl.

Selkie

When she had been a girl the woman in robes of gray and salt waves told her that green eyes were the gift and curse of her life. Sakura hadn’t understood what the old woman meant at the time, but before too many months passed, she began to suspect it had something to do with what she could see while others couldn’t.

Plenty of children claimed to see the faeries, to follow the flickering lights of miniature bodies into the forest where toadstools and flower rings marked the blessed places. It was common to indulge the children in their age of fairytales. Sakura was no exception, not even when she woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by an unsourced urge to trace out rings in chalk around the beds of her parents and her own, or sleep walk to the hawthorn trees and rest the last half of the night there, protected by their coverage. Her parents thought her odd at times, but children were meant to be odd.

Ino’s father, a man more superstitious than her own, told Sakura it was because she had been born under the stars on a old, open night when no clouds invaded the heavens-a rare treat indeed. He remembered because he was there to keep Sakura’s father from stressing into oblivion while her mother battled the labor pains with screams that could chill the dead.  

‘What does that have to do with anything?” Ino asked in a tone that betrayed her nonchalance. She was too grown up for fae stories.

‘Why, people born in the morning cannot see spirits or the fae world; but those born at night have power over ghosts, and can see the spirits of the dead. Fae love these sort of people, especially when they’re born with green eyes that see the unseen.’

Ino had no reason to be jealous of Sakura’s green eyes when her own were cold and blue like a naked sky. How rare was it to see the blue of the sky on their small island off the mainland! Sakura envied Ino for her beauty, but secretly, she envied her friend for what she didn’t see.

One day a rooster walked through their open doorway and crowed. Sakura began to set the table for an extra person while her parents eyed each other over her head in a knowing manner. They indulged their daughter in her childhood, but she was nearing the threshold age where girls became woman in body. Soon the indulgences would need to run out.

After sitting down to eat a knock bade her father to the door where a traveler asked for shelter. He was a man her father had done business with while on the mainland. He sat at the place meant for him and before the supper was gone he had convinced Sakura’s father to come to the mainland for more work. Families were leaving all the islands in droves for modern work on the mainland, even the larger ones like theirs with forests and castles from an age long ago. The only people left behind were the superstitious and sentimental.

Sakura remembered her parents fighting about it that night after the traveler had moved on to the guest house for sleep. The life her family lived was modest, but it could be better. They tried to hush their voices, but Sakura stole out in the night to curl up under a hawthorn tree and listen for the songs of the fae from far beyond. The mainland had such dull songs, their fae were strong, but forgotten. Sakura would wither if she had to leave her old loud island and all her fae.

In the morning her parents discussed it in front of her and asked Sakura what she thought. She told them she had no wish to leave. Her mother seemed proud until Sakura went on to explain why.

Her father left the next month and but came back for the rest of the family.

Sakura’s mother died of what some assumed to be heartache a year later.

They buried the two in twin plots by the old church. It was the first time Sakura saw a fae turn away from her in shame. The headless one had a face hidden from view, but by the way her shoulders sank, Sakura could read her just as well.  

“Still, you can’t stay here alone.”

Sakura looked up at her aunt, the old woman with hazel eyes who had traveled so far, from an island even more remote than Sakura’s. She and Sakura’s mother hadn’t been in contact since Sakura was a baby. Sakura had no memory of ever meeting the woman, but the familial resemblance was uncanny.

Across the churchyard Sakura continued to stare at the headless Dullahan fae from the unseelie courts.

Her aunt watched her, searching the empty street for what she assumed Sakura was staring at. A shiver touched her spine and she lowered her eyes.

Sakura caught this and sighed. “Don’t bother, dullahan hate to be stared at, you’ll be covered in a bucket of blood if you dare.” Sakura lowered her own eyes, knowing she was in no such danger, but wished to avoid the disrespect she knew she would be committing if she continued on with her bad behavior any longer.  “I won’t go with you to the mainland.”

Her aunt hummed, risking a glance at the empty way once more before responding. “No, you won’t. Their schools will teach you nothing, but your fate is to learn.” The old woman smiled down. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone even remotely suited to being a fairy doctor.”

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Call Me Mister Fahrenheit

Because Mandy and Sam are dirty, dirty enablers. Blame Robert for the title. 4K [AO3

There were times when I was really sick, and that was so hard. I think I did “Don’t Stop Me Now” with a 103 degree fever. It was murder.” (x)

“Darren?” Chris calls, knocking on the door to his trailer. “You decent?”

He doesn’t get any response aside from what sounds like groaning. Undeterred, Chris opens the door and steps inside. He’s immediately met with a wall of ice-cold air. It’s absolutely freezing in Darren’s trailer. Shivering, he makes his way towards the lump of blankets on the couch that he assumes contains Darren.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he tries again. He sits on the edge of the couch and grips Darren’s shoulder. He tries to pull down the blankets so he can see Darren a little better, but Darren whines and tugs the blanket back over his head like a teenager on the first day of school.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep the temperature in your trailer at twelve degrees, you wouldn’t be so cold,” Chris scolds him fondly.

“What are you talking about?” It’s so hot,” Darren groans, his voice muffled through several layers of fleece.

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