i.v. drip

Shakespeare (Part VIII)

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Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

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Author’s note: Hi!! So sorry this was so late!! It’s pretty heavy. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I really liked writing it. As always, all feedback is appreciated!! Xx

Reading makes you a better writer.

That’s what you’re thinking as you finish up the fifth paragraph of your latest paper. All of your previous assignments have taken days to complete, but here you are, flying through an analysis of a Wordsworth poem. It might have to do with all the help Harry’s been giving you, too.

Your phone buzzes on the desk beside you and you snatch it up immediately. You’re in the quiet section again. Harry’s name pops up on the screen and you answer, holding the phone to your ear as you whisper into the receiver.

“Hi, there,” you greet with a smile.


The voice isn’t Harry’s. It’s American and much higher than his drawling rumble. Your smile fades into a confused frown.

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Touch: Part 2

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, (vague) mentions of torture and medical procedures, swearing

A/N: I love this request and couldn’t resist revisiting this fic one more time!

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~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky impatiently waits, his legs unable to stop from bouncing, as he keeps his eyes glued to the hangar entrance. You’d been gone on a mission for a few days now, and even though he’d seen how capable you are in the field, he still stresses when you were on a mission with him to make sure you were safe.

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Bucky asks, chewing on his bottom lip,

“Yes,” Steve reassures him for the 10th time, “The comms are down on the quinjet, but Nat never misses a deadline. She said they’d be back at 2pm, just give them time,”

Bucky nods, Steve’s words having not really calmed him down. As if on cue, the double doors that lead to the hangar bang open. Bucky’s head snaps up and his nerves finally start to fade. He can’t keep the smile off of his face as he waits for you to wander into the compound.

But that’s not what happens. Bucky watches as Natasha slowly walks in, looking like she was in another world. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, but she didn’t seem to be looking at anything or anyone. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as he notices her damp lashes and your absence.

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Don’t take this too seriously or anything, but the I.V. Drip(at least that’s what it looks like) in the background make it look like Dr. Shneeplestein without his Doctor’s coat on, looking grimly/kinda worried back towards someone. As if the patient he was seeing wasn’t doing too well…

(This isn’t suppose to be a serious theory, don’t get mad at me please.)

@ego-protection-squad @wholesome-pasta @leana1297 @peka-iz-krov @therealjacksepticeye

So @pixlokita drew a comic where the APTX effects and slowly erases all of Shinichi’s memories (amongst other brain functions), and I just… felt an overwhelming need to write it. There might be a part two because this is such an interesting AU! Please enjoy!

The moment he wakes up Shinichi knows something is wrong.

Not because of a feeling, or the fact that his head is swimming with pain, but because of Ran’s worried expression as he blinks his way into consciousness. She leans forward, hands wrapped around his, squeezing lightly to show that she’s there.

“Shinichi?” She stumbles over his name as she stands from her chair, leaning forward to get into his view. She’s wearing her coat over her school uniform, which… Is odd, seeing as the last thing Shinichi remembers is it being a Saturday, and them having no classes. “H-hey, are you really awake?”

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Here’s to the angels from alpha centauri,
the ones who appear with a rush of wings and sonic boom,
beating the burnt ozone and atomized rocket fuel from their robes.
Here’s to seraphs with voices like artificial interfaces,
who come wielding blades doused in kerosene
and bearing gifts of titanium and chrome.
Here’s to all the cosmonauts
flashing be not afraid on halogen readouts,
planting quantum physics behind your eyelids
and feeding you electric gospels through an I.V. drip.
Here’s to their joints,
whirring and clicking as they trail
scriptures and new sciences down your spine
with trembling gold-capped fingertips.
Here’s to their breath,
(the cold kiss of dry ice)
swirling through your hair
with the comet dustings and asteroid bits.
Here’s to the angels, many-winged and mighty,
and to you, polishing their lidless eyes
and gifting them hologram prayers
a kissing any part of them that rusts.
—  “The Angels from Alpha Centauri” by S.T.Gibson

anonymous asked:

(long hand anon) yeah he was all over those ~bad cringey deviantart~ blogs back in like 2013/14. literally all the comics are a girl either finding a crystal or being given it through an i.v drip because she's sick and then her fingers start growing, it's,,, weird. I couldn't track down their actual account but you can find some if you search stuff like "crystals make fingers grow comic"


you spin me around

for anonymous

Part 1 is [here], prompted by @silfea464

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Remy LeBeau
Length: 262 words
Prompt:  [Weightless - SJ Tucker]
Tags: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: None

Remy wasn’t kidding about that phone call thing.

Not that Darcy tried it out or anything.  It all happened purely on accident.  She didn’t even get to place the call, it was Jane who did.  

They were in Scotland, too.  So like, not even in the same country.  And it was TECHNICALLY a Hydra emergency.  Some Hydra goon who had snuck into their lab had messed with the equipment.  Which had malfunctioned.  

Which was how Darcy found herself on the receiving end of a concussion.  

Which she guessed constituted a Hydra-caused emergency.

Anyway, all she knew was that she woke up from that concussion and found herself looking into the red-glowy eyes of her mutant paramore. All in all, not a bad way to wake up, in her opinion.  

He pressed his lips to her forehead and mumbled something in that Cajun French she loved to hear.  

“Who called you?” Darcy asked.  

“Dr. Foster,” was his reply.  

“Sorry…I know it was far.  It was just a bump on the head, you didn’t have to–”  

“Nonsense, cher…I’m glad she called.”

“He wanted to bring you the head of the toadie who messed with the equipment, but SHIELD didn’t think it was a beheadable offense,” Jane said from her perch in the chair in the corner.  

Remy shrugged.  “I brought him and the rest of his cell in, though…”  

Darcy started to chuckle, but it hurt her head.  “You didn’t have to do that…”  

“Did so,” he argued.  “Wanted my ma cher amio to feel safe…” He pressed a kiss to the hand that wasn’t currently skewered with an I.V drip.

“I feel a lot safer now that you’re here…” she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.     

i. she is childhood, she is the dream you never want to wake up from. she kisses you in excitement one day and you never forget the way her lips feel. this is love, this is a castle you can never gain entry to even though the flags fly your sigil. her boyfriend likes it when the two of you hold hands. you burn yourself against her skin. this is love as a volcano you want to drown in.

ii. he is shadow, you fall in love because good girls should love their best friends. he coughs into your soul and others call you lucky. he puts his fingers into your head and breaks so much glass that even now you’re still finding new places he left cracks. this is love as a novel with happily ever after and you can’t stop crying.

iii. you are drunk, she is sober. in the morning, you’re dating, even though you don’t want to. you tell her that you’re hurting from things that have no name. she says it’s okay. you don’t feel okay. when you hurt yourself, she punches a wall and breaks her hand. in the hospital, you stare at her and wonder why something so deeply personal as your scars has become a wound she wears under a cast. this is love, this is an i.v. drip and not getting rid of your razors. it’s all her.

iv. he is the reason you flinch when others raise their hand too quickly. you love him because the alternative is suffocating.

v. you meet him on a day where your heart is so aching that nothing else can hurt you. you are all wild, a fire others think is too beautiful to be out of control, you do a good job making broken look whole. he is patience, he is calm, he is nothing like the ones you have held in your arms. you cannot love him, not when he means everything to you, not when he is home, not when the idea of losing him as a best friend is the same as acid against your skin. but this is love: this is falling for the first time somewhere between the bad jokes and the midnight stargazing, this is discovering love can create instead of destroy, it is a lake you find in the woods where the mirror of his eyes finally shows you as someone you want to be, where being together is easy. this is love for the first time, something terrifying and great and something you don’t understand until you’re in the middle of it and it becomes redefined and everything else falls away because this is it, this is real love, finally.

—  “My first love.” // r.i.d
Balance (Absence: Part 4)

Gency. Fluff. Angst. Scars.

It’s so dark, and for a moment, Genji was terrified that he was lost in a world without Mercy. His eye immediately adjusting to the dark thanks to his visor, he finds himself in the infirmary.

He’s stretched out on a bed, his body feeling a deep ache. He doesn’t feel the wound in his shoulder anymore, but there’s a faded pain pulsing everything, just underneath his ‘skin’. The aftermath of having his cyborg body hacked into by a foreign device. He doubts that even Mercy’s staff could help him much with that.

Mercy. Her blood. Her faltering form on top of his. His sword through her body. The bullet in her leg.

He moves upwards, getting out of bed when a grumbling voice stops him. Genji’s off balance as it is, and it pushes him even more that he didn’t notice the cowboy sitting in the dark. His mind obviously not focused.

“Genji.” McCree says, a warning laced through his name.

“McCree, where’s Mercy?” He immediately asks, his voice sounding rough and crackling. Genji makes his movements slow and exaggerated, not wanting to alarm him as he turns to face McCree.

Genji understands perfectly why he is here. To make sure Talon has lost their grip on him. He’s thankful entire for that, but he needs to see Mercy.

It’s quiet for a long moment, before McCree sighs and moves forward.

“It’s good to see you back, Genji.” He speaks quietly.

“McCree, I need to find Mercy. I need to know she’s okay, then I will leave.” Genji speaks quietly, but quickly. Meaning every word he says. His words strained as he must have severely damaged his voice.

“What’s this talk about leaving?” McCree asks as he grabs the curtains besides Genji’s bed.

“I don’t think Mercy would take too kindly to that notion.” And with one motion, McCree pulls the curtains back to reveal Mercy lying on a hospital bed. Her head is tilted towards him, her eyes closed.

Genji moves silently, approaching her bed. He keeps a few inches between himself and Mercy on the bed.

Her suit is gone, replaced with an Overwatch t-shirt a size too large and sweatpants. She’s not hooked up to any machines, not even an I.V. drip. There are still small marks on her face where the glass cut her cheeks as Genji threw her body through a window.

Her chest rises and falls, her soft breathing filling the air. Her white gold hair sprayed all over her pillow. She’s looks pale, but alive.

Genji almost reaches out to take her hand, but he stops himself. He’s the reason she’s like this. Her blood was staining his hands. His sword through her body.

McCree must have lean up against Genji’s bed, but there’s a small scraping noise that cause Mercy to blink her eyes open. Then, her ocean blue eyes focus on him.

“Genji,” She breathes, reaching out to him. He stills as she gets herself untangled from the sheets.

She reaches a hand out to his face, but he turns away just before her familiar soft fingers can brush against this helm. She freezes in her motion, looking at him wide eyed.

“Angela…” His damaged voice manages to say. He just wants to feel her skin, run his fingers through her white gold hair. Yet, the images of her blood keeps him from her. How could see even want to touch him, after what he’s done.

“Genji, don’t.” Mercy whispers. She moves forward, both hands touching his face plate even though his body is frozen still. Her eyes travel over his body, making sure everything is alright. It amazes Genji that even know she’s worried about him.

She focuses back on him, her eyes determined.

“Genji, it was Talon that took over your body. Talon made you do those things, not you. This isn’t your fault. Please, understand this.” Mercy pleads silently.

Genji pulls away, visor dim and dark. His head dipped as he avoids drowning in her ocean blue eyes.

“I shouldn’t have let that happen. I shouldn’t have let you get hurt.” His visor flashes for a moment as it takes in the faint scars left on her cheeks.

Mercy sees this, and reaches slowly to take his hand. Softly, she places his metal fingers against her cheek.

“Genji, look at me.” She murmurs.

It takes him a few moments, but he finally raises his helm to look at the beautiful angel.

“This is not your fault. Talon did this. I got the transmitter out of you, and now you’re not under their control anymore. I’m okay, because you’re okay now.” She murmurs.

Genji’s fingers press a little tighter against her soft cheek. His visor flashing down to the side of her torso where his sword pierced her.

“I had hurt you.” He murmurs.

Mercy moves closer, moving his other hand to her side, right where the scar surely is. The shirt she’s wearing warm from her body.

“My team managed to save us both. We’re both healed, but there’s a scar.” She says gently. Genji’s visor almost turns back.

“But, where’s a scar, means that one managed to pull through. One survived. Even if it hurt, and looks ugly, we’re still here. And I’ve found out that others…” Mercy gently moves Genji’s hand underneath her shirt, along the bottom of her ribcage. His enhanced sensors detecting the rough and calloused mark of a scar.

He feels himself falling, that reminder of what he’s done to her will forever be imprinted on her skin. She will be stained like that because of him. Stained like his horrid other scared body.

“Genji,” She presses herself against him, both hands on his helm to make him look at her.

“Heart. Listen to me, we’ll work through this. And I can’t tell you how glad I am that I managed to get that thing out of you and all I keep thinking about is what would have happened to you if I hadn’t…” Her satin voice becomes heavy and suddenly racked with sobs.

Genji overcomes himself so he can wrap his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest. She buries her beautiful hair against his neck, her breath on his body immediately putting him at ease.

“I was so worried,” she sobs against him.

He hugs her tighter, placing his helm against the top of her head.

“My apologizes, my angel.” He whispers.

Mercy twists under him, somehow pressing herself closer to him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He can’t promise her that forever, but he can promise her now. So he moves them gently back to her bed. They managed to set on the bed. Mercy curling up on his lap as she refuses to let go. Genji makes sure to hold her securely, before rocking her gently back and forth.

Holding on to her, he finds himself becoming centered. Feeling the pieces glued together while Mercy rests in his arms. He lets himself forget what he’s done. Let’s himself just feel her, alive and well.

She brings him his balance, and he lets himself have it and her, just for now.

Sweeter Than Fiction – Ch. 2

Words:  5995

Taylor was roused out of her restless slumber by the insistent ringing of her phone.  She opened an eye and reached over towards the table at her bedside, feeling around the smooth top until her fingers came into contact with her iPhone.  She picked it up and peeked at the screen, it was Karlie, her best friend.  She touched the screen to connect the call and lifted the phone to her ear.

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anonymous asked:

Rey got a car accident after their big fight when Rey caught him smooching random woman in toilet when Snoke's Party and she's in coma. Kylo Ren's afraid that he will lose her forever without giving her explanation and apologise

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 The sound of the heart monitor filled the room. It had been silent otherwise since the nurse had left approximately half an hour ago. Kylo just didn’t know what to say to Rey, but even if he had, it wasn’t as though she could respond. She might never be able to respond, Kylo realized morosely.  

 Now if she had been awake, Kylo would know exactly what to say. He would tell her how it was all a huge misunderstanding, how Phasma had pulled him into that bathroom and kissed him against his will, how he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her or jeopardize their relationship. He would apologize and beg for her forgiveness until his face went blue. No amount of begging, however, would bring any sort of forgiveness, even if she wanted to, because she was in a coma.

 And it was all his fault.

 Well, it technically wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t stop him from blaming himself. He should’ve tried harder to stop her, to get her to listen to him. There was a whole host of things that he should’ve done, but there wasn’t much he could do now.

 Kylo stepped into the room. He had been rooted in his spot by the door since the second he had seen her, but now he suddenly felt compelled to hold her hand, as if her touch alone would somehow make everything okay. He walked over to her and stood by her bed. Up close, he could make out several scratches on her face and arms as well as a large, ugly, purple bruise on the side of her face. An I.V. drip was connected to her arm. He wondered if it hurt, and if it did, if she could feel it.

 Kylo tentatively placed a hand over hers. She didn’t move. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting.


A week had passed since the accident. Kylo had made a habit of coming in to see her every day after work and staying until the nurse kicked him out, which was progressively becoming later and later. He wondered if they pitied him or if they were just tired of asking him to leave. Probably both.

 After the third day, he had decided to read aloud to her. It seemed better than just staring at her, hoping that she would wake up. Because Kylo knew that Rey’s favorite author was Faulkner, he decided to read her The Sound and the Fury. Ten pages into it, Kylo couldn’t help but find himself wondering why the hell she liked Faulkner so much, but he continued to read it anyway.

 “Good afternoon, Rey,” Kylo said as he entered the room. It had stopped feeling weird to speak to someone he knew wouldn’t respond two days ago. He hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not yet. “Let’s see. We were about to start Part 3, which is told from Jason’s perspective. ‘Once a bitch, always a bitch, what I say…’”

 A couple hours passed, and as Kylo was thinking about how unlikeable a character Jason was, Rey’s hand twitched. He had been so engrossed in the book that he almost missed it. He stopped midsentence and stared at her. Is she… he couldn’t even think the words. He didn’t want to give himself false hope. “Rey?” He said softly.

 To his amazement, her eyes blinked open. The light seemed to sting her eyes as she scrunched up her face in displeasure. Then a disoriented look of confusion settled over her features as she noticed him and her surroundings. “Ben? Where am I?”

 He didn’t even bother correcting her with his usual, ‘It’s Kylo,’ he was so happy to see her awake. “You’re in the hospital.”

 Rey looked startled at that. “What happened?”

 Before Kylo could respond, he heard from behind him, “She’s awake!” followed by a swarm of doctors and nurses rushing into the room. They seemed very surprised. “You hadn’t been showing any of the usual signs of improvement yet. This is highly unusual.”

 Rey seemed relieved when they finally left. The entire ordeal must have been incredibly overwhelming for her.

 “Ben, what happened before the car accident? I don’t remember…”

 Kylo took a deep breath. He knew he had to explain everything, but he wasn’t sure how to start. “We were at a party,” he said slowly, “At one point, we got separated. Phasma pulled me into a bathroom and started to hit on me. Although I made it very clear that I was not interested, she kissed me right when you happened to open the door. Before I could explain you got angry with me, left the party, and got hit by that drunk driver.”

 “Ben, I –”

 “Before you say anything, I just want to say I am so sorry. I never would intentionally do anything to hurt you – ”


 “ – I love you so much and I – ”

 “Ben, listen to me!”

 Kylo stopped talking and looked at her. “Yes?”

 “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault,” Rey looked at him with tender eyes, “I love you too.”

 Kylo wasn’t sure he had ever felt more relieved in his entire life (actually, he probably felt more relieved when she woke up, but this was definitely a close second). He felt tears of joy pool in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. He was just so happy. Happy that she was going to be okay and that their relationship was going to be okay. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips. “Thank you, Rey.”  

 He was about to pull away when Rey clutched the front of his shirt with a hand. “Hold me.” Kylo searched her face. It occurred to him how lost and scared she must feel. She had lost an entire week of her life. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how terrifying that must be.

 Careful not to upset the tubes attached to her arm, Kylo climbed into the hospital bed and nestled beside her with his arm draped across her.



 “Is that a copy of The Sound and the Fury?”

 “Yeah, I decided to read it to you while I visited.”

 She wound a lock of his hair around one of her fingers. “’No battle is ever won. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.’

 “Quentin said that, right?”

 Her eyes lit up. She always got really excited when it came to Faulkner. “That’s right.”

 “He was weird.”

 “You didn’t feel bad for him or sympathize with him at all?”

 Kylo gave her a look. “He was in love with his sister.”

 “Yeah, but – ”

 “His sister.”

 As Rey launched into a lengthy literary analysis of the character, it suddenly hit him: Rey was awake. Everything was going to be okay. He briefly wondered if this was all some cruel dream and in a couple moments he would wake up. But then he felt Rey’s hand as it trailed down the side of his face and he noticed the way her breath puffed against his skin with each word, and realized that it was all too real to be a dream.

 Without warning, he cut her off with a kiss. She was a bit surprised at first but then she responded fervently. When it ended, she asked, “What was that for?”

 “No particular reason,” he said with a smile, “I just wanted to.”

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Jealousy will tangle you


you up




jealousy will pull you down

tie you in knots

till you’ve forgot

that jealousy

had tied

you up

for jealousy 

is a poison cup

from which

you drink alone.

every sip

a self slit wrist

a lifeless kiss

to lips cold as bone.

for after years

of jealous fears

no one

will hold your hand.

the I.V. will drip

as your breath slips,

the final grain of sand.

in the hour glass

of a life passed.

the life

of a jealous man.

You play as two different kids

Okay okay, so with all the hype about FNAF 4, there’s one detail that I think all the theorists are missing. The kid in the main game is different from the one in the minigames.

Here’s the proof: (under Read More cuz it gets long)

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