mysteries of the brain

anonymous asked:

If you dont mind me asking what are the main themes or ideas you relate to all the aspects? Even if you dont stay cool fren.

Well here’s some

Space
Stars, planets, nebulae, galaxies
Frogs, gemstones

Time
Clocks, steampunk, historical, statues
Ancient, hourglasses, medieval, numbers
Sand, victorian, worn instruments

Light
Libraries, rainbows, the sun, light bulbs
Candles, parchment, dice, cards

Void
Black, starless night skies, deep seas,
Darkness, thick fog
Emptiness, shadows, dark cloaks, mystery

Heart
Fire, tarot, mirrors, masks, puppets
Glass, paintings

Mind
Brain scans, neural pathways, blue robots
Gentle snow, utopia

Hope
Angels, gold, halos, white light, marble
Holy,

Rage
Volcanoes, raging storms, embers, ash
Corruption, riots, cataclysm, inferno
Fear, paranoia, primal

Life
Flowers, trees, forest, nature, exotic
Ancient greek, luxury, overgrowth
Cozy villages

Doom
Lich, death, decay, necromancy
Deep winter,
Graveyards, gloom, dread, desolation

Breath
The sky, clouds, the open ocean, adventure, travelers, ships, exploration

Blood
Protests, friendship bracelets, blood magic
Dense cities, strings, festivals

The Death of Dylan Klebold

Eric’s death, no mystery. Head almost completely gone. 99% positive he was already dead before his brain could even react.

Dylan however, it seems the more doctors I work with that I’ve discussed Dylan’s suicide with all seem to insist his death may have took longer than originally thought. As Dylan placed the TEC-9 AB-10 9MM assault pistol to his left temple, probably after brief hesitation ,he squeezed the trigger. The bullet traveling at over 1000 feet per second punctured the left side of his head forming a circular hole rimmed with abraded skin causing his skull to fracture, then cut through portions of his brain that regulated movement and breathing, and exited out the right side of his temple, all in less than a fraction of a second. Falling to the library floor he probably began to violently convulse due to seziures. Since the part of his brain that regulated his breathing and circulatory blood flow was damaged, his heart not knowing what to do because of the brain damage, literally flooded both lungs with his blood. When the lungs overflowed, the excess was pushed back up through the esophogus and out the mouth. Unable to breathe because of no oxygen left in his lungs, he gasped for air from what could have been 60 seconds to 2 minutes before suffocating to death. The remaining blood in his body was emptied onto the library carpet from the gunshot wound.

Temptation (M)

A one-shot for a lovely anon. Enjoy it mate ;)

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Jungkook and Reader

Genre: Werewolf! Jungkook, smut

Word count: 4,126 words

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Jungkook!”

No answer.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Jungkook!”

Still no answer. You didn’t care that an old lady walking behind you gave you a very dirty look before shuffling down the corridor to her own apartment. It was only the manners instilled by your parents that stopped you from shooting daggers right back at her.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“JEON JUNGKOOK! Open the fucking door right now or I -”

Your shouts as well as your fist froze in mid-air when the door whipped open to reveal the man whose name you’d been yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Why the hell are you banging my door down?” Jungkook’s frown and his tone told you that he was irritated, which fueled your anger even more. He had no right to be annoyed at you after the shit he had put you through today.

“Why weren’t you at work?” You managed to lower your volume now that there wasn’t a door separating the two of you, but you made sure that he knew how angry you were.

“I took a day off, but I’m sure you could have gotten that information from the HR.”

His flippant answer didn’t impress you one bit. “You know that isn’t what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?” The question came out sounding incredulous, but you didn’t miss the uncomfortable shuffling of the guilty man. He knew what you were talking about. Before you could point it out, however, a high-pitched woman’s voice called from inside his apartment.

“Who’s at the door, babe? Come back to bed, I can’t wait anymore!”

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( TRANS ) wonwoo’s japanese md pamphlet — february ‘17

my role in seventeen is ‘brains.’ i like books, be it mystery novels, historical novels, literature, poetry; i don’t choose based on genres. if there’s time, i’m always reading. after reading an emotional book, my tears don’t stop. i’m usually not the type to cry, but when i’m touched by a movie or book, my tears become a lot. recently, i read 3 of higashino keigo’s books. in korea, higashino keigo is very popular (his books). the one that left a deep impression on me was 'miracles of the namiya general store.’ it’s a story about communication between the past and the future via letters, it was very emotional.

my birthplace is changwon, gyeongsangnam-do. i can’t really remember much regarding kindergarten, but the thing that remained in my memory is a high slide. i often went to the nearby park with my friends, it was a very average childhood. in elementary school, i goodheartedly joked around and played with my friends. the most fun was after class, we would have a drawing battle on the blackboard. now that i think about it, it was comedic and cute. (laughs)

i liked playing with my friends, but i also liked doing stuff at home quietly, since then i often read books. in 1st grade someone bought me the whole set of the record of the three kingdoms, i read it multiple times. also, i liked solving quizzes on computer games.

i got into music in middle school. the rock band buzz was popular, so i got excited with my friends and said 'let’s try being a band too!’ and we learned how to play instruments together. i learned guitar, my friend learned drums. i had the vague dream of 'it would be good to have a concert in seoul someday,’ so i started going to a music academy. practicing dance with my friends, we even recieved an offer to stand on the stage of our middle school academy. i couldn’t dance well then, but it was a fun memory. (laughs)

at the suggestion of my teacher at the music academy, i went for an audition. i said to my friends, “if i have a dream to be an artiste, it’s definitely going to be a good experience,” i went to the audition with the purpose of gaining experinece, in the end i couldn’t believe i passed. so i came to seoul, and became a trainee from my 3rd year in middle school.

actually, before passing the audition, i thought 'when i grow up, i want to do music with my friends freely’ or 'i want to travel the world,’ there were a lot of things i had interest in, but i never thought about what i wanted to do for my future job. however, having passed the audition, i formed the goal of being a singer. my father is very happy and is supporting me for chasing my dream now. i’m always concerned about seventeen’s activities, so i search my name on the internet (laughs). my father looks after and treasures my family; at work, he’s someone who devotes himself to his work persistently. i respect him as a father, and looking at the back view of a man who lives confidently, there are a lot of things to learn from him. for the first 6 months in the dorm, there were so many things that i couldn’t get used to from my original lifestyle, it was tiring, but the friends who became trainees first taught me many things, and i could get used to it later on. when i got the sense of things, i could do well in terms of singing and dancing, it was like jumping over a wall. also, i felt reassured that i gained friends who did it with me.

originally, i listened to many genres of music. i also liked hip-hop, so i started doing rap. even thought it was my first time rapping, i was unexpectedly natural. i think rap matches me.

in my opinion, the charm of rap is its lyrics. writing about what you think and feel, and expressing it along with a rhythm was very fun. you can feel the charm of it especially when the rap is very natural. using literature as an example, a vocalist’s lyrics would be a poem, a rap would probably be an essay.

translation by nutjereon / source _j_kei
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I got this weirdest bunny for a Malec ficlet. In episode 203, when Magnus tried his hardest to bring Alec back, he literally saturated Alec’s body with magic. So, what if he got Alec addicted to magic, to the rush of it - the way vampires get people addicted to their venom - without realizing it since he’s never tried this before, to bring someone’s soul back? And because in 205 Alec was hit by Iris’ magic, and in 208 by Magnus’ again, just like in 209, he didn’t even realize it since he was getting his “fix” by accident. And then, withdrawal starts setting in…

Muses, what’s wrong with you?

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Spidey Senses

A/N : I have been having a crappy and stressful week and apparently so has @holagubler. This is a little piece of fluff to brighten up your day :)

Also this lowkey inspired by my own headcannon

HOPE YOU ENJOY :)

Title : Spidey Senses

Pairing : Spencer Reid x Reader

POV : Third person

Word Count : 1063

Beta read : @lostdreamsanddeadroses who is a cool bean <3

Originally posted by zugzwangcm


Garcia’s spidey senses were tingling. Something was up. She could feel it in the air. The way Reid was always smiling, how he checked his phone during cases, how he would randomly leave during lunch, how he smelled like Daisy by Chanel.

The boy genius was in love.

She knew she had to to tackle this with caution. After her many years of working at the BAU if she’d learnt one thing it was this: FBI agents like to keep their private lives private. Well maybe not Morgan, Morgan likes to lay all of his sexual endeavours out on the table for the world to see. Not that she was complaining.

Step one : Approach target.

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Sorry to hear you have that! I hope you enjoy the fic.

Breakfast was one of the most enjoyable times for the paladins. Exhaustion from training was yet to come, so Hunk always made something delicious to have relaxed conversations over before the day began. One particular morning, however, Lance couldn’t help but pick at his food silently, wincing at the harsh meal hall lighting. Fear pricked at the back of his mind, but he pushed it away; there was no way he was going to be fussed over and be the weak link again.

“Is something wrong, buddy?” Hunk asked. Lance jumped and shook his head, pushing his plate away. “No no no no no, I’m great,” he said with a giant smile. He earned a weird look from his friend, but Shiro stood before Hunk could investigate further. “Alright team, let’s head to training.” A series of groans met his words, and as they filed out, no one noticed Lance briefly massaging his temples and shutting his eyes.

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7/11/1804 (Alexander/Reader, Lin/Reader)

Summary: You had expected that your first night in the role of Eliza would be an exciting one. You hadn’t expected a door to appear in your dressing room that would lead you over 200 years into the past. No, none of your Broadway friends had ever warned you about that.

Note: Write-a-thon Day 3! This is loosely based on 11/22/63 by Stephen King, wherein the main character goes back in time to prevent JFK’s assassination. So you see where this is going. This is part 1 out of 2.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2651

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Mystery Incorporated (Riverdale Imagine)

Scooby Doo AU (kinda) This has nothing to do with Jason’s death and varies from the actual plot of Riverdale.

This is a repost from my other blog.  If you want more, just ask me!

Originally posted by daddario

Mysteries were your interest. You felt a pull towards them, a need to solve them. You and your friends were the curious sleuths of Riverdale: The Town of Mysteries. 

 Archie Andrews: The Man with a Plan 

 Betty Cooper: The Brains of the Operation 

 Veronica Lodge: The Resourceful Beauty 

 Jughead Jones: The Food Obsessed, Sarcastic, Creative Genius 

 Then there was You: The Scooby Doo of Mystery Incorporated, The Glue, The Goofy Hero. 

 The gang sat on the grassy field of the local Park when (Y/n) (L/n) got a phone call.

“Sorry guys, I better take this.“ She stood up as the group nodded, giggling and munching on chips. 

 ”(Y/n) (L/n)?“ A voice questioned.

 "This is she.” 

“We’re going to need you down at the precinct. It’s about your mother.” She shivered. Her mother was a good woman, after her father left them, her mother became even more protective of her only daughter. 

“Is she alright?” 

“I’m afraid not. She’s been murdered.” The cellphone dropped out of her hand faster than the speed of light, her body sunk to the ground as she let out sobs of pain. Besides her friends, her mother was the only person she had left. 

Archie watched as his friend collapsed to the ground. 

“Somehting’s happened.” 

 It had been 2 weeks since your mothers death. Your friends had done everything to support you. Archie’s family took you in. Both Archie and his father knew that you should not go to your own dad. He was a troubled man, an alcoholic to say the least. Most say it was a good thing that he left your family, if you could even call it that. 

 “Eat something (Y/n). You haven’t eaten in 3 days.” Your friend’s voice went in one ear and out the other. 

Barely hearing him, you took a bit of your burger, just to spite him. 

 “There. I’ve eaten something.” Archie gave you a disapproving look. “I’m sorry. I’m just distracted.” 

 His eyes trailed up to your own as he placed a hand in your shoulder. 

 “I know this has been hard on you, but that doesn’t mean that life stops because something bad happens.” You knew Archie was right, but still you could help screaming at him. 

 “Something bad happens? Shit Archie, my mother is dead.” Your voice startled him, “God help me for wanting to scream. God help me for wanting to leave sometimes, I just want get out of Riverdale ya know?” 

“I’m sorry.” He states.

“You have no reason to be. This isn’t your fault.” You ran a hand through your messy hair. “I’m going to find the dead beat that did this to her, and put him, or her in jail.” 

 Archie put a hand up to correct you. 

“No (Y/n). You’re going to find this dead beat, with my help, with the gang’s help.“ 

 And so the Riverdale Mystery Gang was created.

surgeon!wonwoo

i suck balls at science and can’t remember anything at all from any of my classes but i think it’s one of the most interesting and unfathomable concepts in the world - and in my world, so does wonu so enJOY

  • wonwoo and his specs gave me this idea and it ki l l ed m e
  • so i knew i had to write a lil something abt it :-)
  • ok where do we start
  • remembered his mama camping out in the kitchen all the time and then heard the occasional “ah!” as she nipped her finger cutting some onions
  • and raced like usain freaking bolt to the medicine cabinet to reach the bandaids
  • and the look in her eyes when he quickly patched it onto her
  • it was just a bit of blood, but 4 year old!wonwoo was still hopped up on the high kitchen counter with one hand on his hip, the other wiping an imaginary sweat drop from his head, and gave a nice long “phew! you’re ok, ma! scared me there”
  • then proceeded to yell at her with his extremely not-deep-yet voice (om g can u imagine) for not being careful enough and interrupting his power ranger episode
  • but a few nipped fingers and a million thank-you smooches (“eW MOM gEt awAY i’m 4, i’m too old for kisses) later, jeon wonwoo decided to become a surgeon
  • bc how is it not cool to sew severed fingers back together???
  • so through elementary and junior high, he walked into science class everyday with a little hop in his step for his favourite subject and ready to learn about cells and mitochondrial functions and enigmas of the muscle and much more
  • until he discovered more than just sewing severed toes and ears back together
  • he remembered his 7th grade teacher talking about how the brain is the most powerful thing in the world, and just a simple nug to the head can send it all crashing down
  • he also went on to explain that the brain will never be a mystery solved, but those who try will never be short of acclaim
  • and since then, he delved into the world of neurology
  • by delved, i mean, dove the fuck into it, then drowned, then woke, then dove some more
  • through high school, he topped every single one of his bio classes and won every single science award in the school board
  • how????
  • HE’S A GENIUS
  • and also stays in on sunday afternoons to read his bio 4.6 textbook instead of sushi with friends
  • leading to best friend mingyu’s endless grumbling and whining that they never get to hang out anymore
  • meanwhile mingyu has his socks and sweaters and clothes all at wonwoo’s place; has a toothbrush there, buys food for his parents, uses the stove at wonwoo’s more than wonwoo does the pOINT IS HE BASICALLY LIVES WITH WONWOO
  • but everyone around wonwoo knows how much it means to him to be able to make this work
  • he marvels about science bc it’s a practicality but finds beauty in its enigma and endless endeavours of research and study
  • (jeon wonwoo is basically a nerd)
  • (but a hot one)
  • but yes, all his life, books, textbooks, textbooks, and books are all he’s known
  • so with all this accumulated knowledge he literally fucking powers through his undergrad and masters programs like.  .. … bruh
  • he then gets accepted into the second top med school in the country boY
  • and this was such an eye opening experience for him because as much as his undergrad and masters did for him with theoretical aspects of science, he finally got to do hands on experiments and witness clinical trials and watched a live!! open!! brain!! surgery!!
  • so finally he goes through his internship and residency for a few years at this amazing hospital in the heart of the city and has already become most renown neurosurgeon the hospital has seen in years despite his age
  • imagine little wonu in faded green scrubs, with a tiny notepad in his hand and occasionally pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scurries around with his resident trying to take notes during rounds
  • to this hot-ass, confident, head of neurosurgery surgeon that has nurses and residents (even interns and PATIENTS) slipping on their drool for him in his white coat and cerulean blue dress shirt, the top button left untouched (seungcheol had to slap his hand away multiple times during breakfast to keep him from trying to button it again)
  • but lbr he still trips over his laces bc he forgot to tie them before he left in the morning and buttons his dress shirt wrong under his white coat when coups doesn’t come in the morning to check up on his wardrobe choices for the day 
  • one time, accidentally brought mingyu’s grocery shopping list from his briefcase to the pharmacy rather than the prescription for ibruprofen for his patient jesus christ wonwoo
  • the point is, knowledge has always come easy for him, the other stuff have not 
  • ,,,,,,and then there’s u
  • oh boy
  • science is ur nemesis
  • ultimate. nemesis.
  • the first time you ever stepped foot into your science class in the sixth grade, every word that came out of ur teacher’s mouth, to you, was just a complete ,,,, , , ,what??
  • and ur not stupid (actually very completely opposite), ur brain just physically, literally, cannot comprehend the concept of science
  • even if it may be so extremely fascinating to u, chem!!! physics!!!! and bio!!! are allergic to sticking to ur brain so u just learn to avoid science at. all. costs.
  • remember when i said that jeon wonwoo was a classic genius and a social termite like he’s so shy and weird around new people that he just deflects it at all costs?
  • WELL NOT YOU
  • so u went into journalism bc instead of memorizing formulas and using every unit of area in ur brain, ur communication is ur best friend
  • through high school and university, you were the campus butterfly
  • you knew everyone and everyone knew you, and any event that needed an mc? a motivational speaker? a presenter? that’s you!
  • you and best friend soonyoung always do those stuff together and you fell in love with the art of communicating, articulating, and analyzing information, all the while keeping the listeners intrigued and focused the entire time
  • but unfortunately the years after ur undergrad trying to look for gigs with ur firm has been extremely unsuccessful and it was to the point where u didn’t know if u wanted to stop this or continue bc it was just too low of a demand
  • until one day!
  • u come into ur office and find a piece of paper on the bulletin board talking about the new neural clinical trial happening at this huge hospital near u, and they were looking for someone to cover it!
  • and at first u were like um kk clinic? try? what?
  • but .2 seconds later it hits you that thERE’S AN OPEN OPPORTUNITY
  • and u vow to plow through it as boring as it may be, bc it’s been just sitting there and people haven’t signed up probably cause medical cases are usually a failure and such a bore to talk abt
  • you need this
  • so u quickly apply with all the info you need to and two days later, you’re stepping foot into this huge hospital and escorted to the neuro ward to get things started
  • when u get to the floor ur led by nurse!jeonghan to the head surgeon on this case
  • i think y’all know where this ish is going 
  • and jeonghan begins asking u a few questions abt the case, trying to gauge where you are with the info, and its safe to say u have nada dirt on this
  • so he laughs and begins to explain
  • this was the first clinical trial this hospital has done in 14 years, and despite being a renown teaching and surgical hospital, it has never quite reached its potential on the research aspect 
  • so the new head of neuro, dr. jeON, has decided to go forth with the new clinical trial (an experiment where those with the sickness subjected to the study will volunteer to be apart of the research, using themselves as a way to find a cure) for huntington’s disease, an inherited brain disorder that slowly deteriorates one’s ability to move, speak, function, as brain cells being to die off
  • he’s already got you so hooked on the case that you begin to wonder why no one at ur firm did an extra bit of research in the first place to snatch this gig 
  • but ur glad anyway CAUSE ITS NOW URS
  • u probably looked so flabbergasted and numbly excited that jeonghan mistook it for ur cluelessness and nerves, so he goes
  • “dw, it’ll be fine! dr. jeon here will walk through everything with you anyway, and you’ll basically be with him for the entire course of this trial to document everything, so tomorrow, just immediately head up here”
  • and knocks on the door labeled “dr. jeon wonwoo, ph.d, m.d., head of neurosurgery”
  • and for the head of neuro, for someone taking forth in an idea that hasn’t been touched in over a dozen years in such a renown hospital, you did not expect the door to be opened by a 
  • beautiful
  • human being 
  • his glasses sat perfectly atop his face as his sharp yet kind eyes rested upon urs 
  • and his white coat and black dress shirt today and nice slim pants and a pair of $200 light brown dress shoes bOI
  • and when he opens the door and finds ur mouth agape and eyes shining with excitement he feels like a leap in his chest 
  • like who is this beautiful person 
  • and he scolds himself, no wonwoo stop this nOW 
  • and he doesn’t know if it’s bc he hasn’t been on a date in like forever or if it was simply u
  • answer: it was simply u 
  • but we’ll get to that 
  • and jeonghan notices the tension so begins giggling and retreating from the scene
  • so wonwoo clears his throat when it’s just the two of you left
  • introduces himself and you m e l t bc
  • his……..voice……………..
  • and you stutter ur name and in his head he’s like o h m g what a pretty name what do i do with myself
  • so you enter his office and its surprisingly extremely tidy and put together for someone that probably has to worry about so much in a day 
  • and begins to talk about the case with you 
  • and remember the cute and stuttery person that opened the door to see u like 2 minutes ago
  • GOODBYE
  • bc here’s jeon wonwoo talking about science and his eyes light up brighter than anything you’ve ever seen
  • he talks about huntington’s first to give you a bit of background as to what it is, and then delves right into his plan
  • his hands begin to move with his words and he smiles when he begins to talk about how no one has attempted this before and maybe this could make a difference in this hospital, his career, and even medical history!!
  • and he kinda noticed you blanking when he talked about the logistics of the science so he kinda laughs to himself, knowing that science might not be ur thing
  • but for some reason, ur ok with science if u have this man talking to u abt it 24/7 ;)))))))
  • and u take notes on this and he notices ur pretty handwriting so gathers up his GODDAMN COURAGE to ask u a simple question
  • “so you’re a journalist?”
  • and u begin to tell him that you loved being able to tlak about something that reflected on someone’s experiences and share them with the world, just liek this one 
  • and he smiles and thanks u, knowing that it must have been difficult to agree to a medical case 
  • u assure him its no problem, meanwhile swooning over his s m i l e
  • and it’s only been like 30 minutes but u’ve already developed a crush like wow 
  • so for the first week, your conversations are a wholesome mixture of science, stutters, facepalming when u say something cringey and accidentally, and hoping to make the other laugh 
  • in the second week, you begin to meet the patients coming in, taking each of their stories and details with huntington’s 
  • and for the first time, you see how wonwoo interacts with his patients
  • and that crush that you developed become sso much more - you have this whole new found respect for him as a doctor
  • with care and intent, he asks his patients abt their day before going right into details of the treatment, knowing that all these people are doing his career a favour and the least he can do before they risk their lives into this experiment is at least be their friend
  • and even 70 year old women that can barely move anymore still manage to blush at the sound of his voice 
  • u see the way he holds their hand when he’s explaining the process and the courteous nod of his head as they talk to him and u know this man is more than just a surgeon and that he’s just an amazing human 
  • by the third week, your conversations have now transitioned to telling each other what u did last night and what ur planning for dinner tonight 
  • and u know to bring him coffee every morning now
  • the first time u did it, he legit had STARS in his eyes bc o mg u r so cute 
  • and u guessed it right the first time, that he liked his coffee black with just a dash of sugar
  • GET THE METAPHOR
  • by the end of the month, the more you learn about him, the more you’re amazed
  • you guys become closer and share the passion of wanting to help ppl in some way
  • and ur relationship now has become a complete budding and teasing relationship and there’s literally never a dull moment with u 
  • ur fav thing to do together is to do acrostic poems
  • u also take bets on who’s sleeping with who in the hospital
  • he always wins 
  • “its not fair u OBVIOUSLY know more abt them than i do!!!”
  • “hey babe, dont hate the player, hate the game”
  • and then u have to keep ur knees from buckling bc bABE ? ?? ? ?
  • the nurses always comment on how you’ve brought him so far out of his shell and he never really used to talk to anyone besides his patients, but he’s been treating his residents to dinner, helping the nurses out with the paperwork, and it’s only been happening since u came
  • and u r like
  • . . ,,, ?? me?
  • and they’re like yes! do u not notice how red he turns everytime u walk into the room?
  • you soon learn his favourite colour is blue
  • his favourite band is my chemical romance 
  • im kiddin g 
  • his best friend is mingyu and he’s a chef 
  • you learn that he has a younger brother and his first ever splurge was buying him and his parents a cottage by the ocean
  • also that he never really eats at home and he barely ever gets to go home bc of the gruelling hours and so he tends to just eat in his office before he checks up on his patients during night rounds 
  • you also learn that he’s having a housewarming party for his new condo this saturday and was wondering if yoU’D LIKE TO COME ALONG???
  • by this point, your research was mainly complete and you were a third finished with ur piece on this
  • so ur like y know what? SURE
  • and u try ur fucking best not to blush, but as you leave for the night, jeon wonu does a HUGE happy dance in his office before realizing that his walls and doors are glass and peopLE CAN SEE U WONWOO GODDAMn
  • but he texts u his address with a smirky face 
  • “jeon wonwoo why are u sending me a text w a smirky face” 
  • “idk that was my attempt to be cool did it work” 
  • “no”
  • “oh”
  • so it was ur day off on the day of his party and u know wonwoo doesn’t really throw stuff like this cause he only has a “small” group of friends
  • “it’s only gonna be u and my small group of friends”
  • “how small”
  • “well i grew up with these guys, there are abt 13 of us”
  • “THIRTEEN ISN’T SMALL”
  • and usually you’d be fine bc u have no problem meeting ppl but like these are wonwoo’s brothers???
  • you wanna try so hard to impress these people bc–
  • wait wonu isn’t ur bf??? WYD
  • SNAP OUT OF IT 
  • so u slap urself and then take like four hours to find the right outfit and do ur hair nicely 
  • and u show up in ur fav outfit and look bomb asf yas 
  • and he opens the door after u knock
  • and
  • oh
  • my
  • lord
  • he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans 
  • jeon wonwoo
  • phd
  • md
  • head of neurosurgery 
  • in ripped jeans 
  • rip reader
  • and as u lose ur words, he also loses his and ur both just standing there clearly REALIZING THAT UR IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER PERSON AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE EVER WORN ANYTHING OTHER THAN PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING AND WOW? SO? NICE?
  • so he snaps out of it bc yes i’m hosting this party thts right, and brings u inside 
  • you hear a bunch of exclaiming and hushing from inside the rooms and a lot of limbs knocking into the walls as 13 human beings sprint from inside of the condo to mEET THE JOURNALIST THAT JEON WONWOO HASN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IN TWO MONTHS 
  • and they all rush out and ur a bit overwhelmed but introduce urself and then scan through all the faces
  • you notice nurse!jeonghan, head of pediatrics!chan, his best friend, mingyu, and–
  • wait
  • “KWON SOONYOUNG???????”
  • yes ur best friend from uni also happens to have grown up in the same neighbourhood as surgeon jeon and u cant believe ur luck
  • so hoshi jumps out from the herd of men and tackles you with a hug and u can’t believe this until wonwoo explained he didn’t tell them ur name bc they would go crazy stalker-bitch mode, hence why they were so excited to meet u today 
  • so the rest of the night was spent with everyone being completely loud and tipsy and pushing the two of u together in an attempt to be slick they’re not 
  • and u see the bond that all the boys have and how boisterous wonwoo is around them too and u feel so lucky and ur heart is so full to witness a group of people truly in love and as close with one another 
  • so by the end of the night, as they all leave, soonyoung stops u at the door before he goes and tells u how happy he is that after losing touch post-uni, u’ve managed to bump into each other today again
  • but he also hugs u and tells u that wonwoo hasn’t shut up abt u 
  • and that he hasn’t been in touch with his brothers in a rlly long time bc of stress and anticipation with this new project
  • and that although wonwoo doesn’t do this much, he can tell that he’s super comfortable around u and that he seems to glow when he talks abt u 
  • and ur like omg s o noyougn  st op po
  • so after he leaves, you stay behind to help clean up 
  • but you’ve also decided
  • to confess
  • bc ur project is almost over and the paper is almost finished and ur ok with leaving on this note, regardless of if he reciprocates the feelings or not 
  • u just had to tell him, it was in ur nature to 
  • and u almsot back out but at the door, just as ur about to leave 
  • you were gonna say it 
  • and then 
  • his lips are on urs and god they’re soft and ur eyes just close immediately and his two hands cup ur face, intensifying the kiss, holding u up and taking up ur space as if he owns it and wow, it does things to u 
  • after what feels like an eternity, you part and u look at him with his swollen lips and rosy cheeks and glistening eyes and u almost cried right then adn there
  • bc wow ur in love with jeon wonwoo and u can’t believe u haven’t even told him that 
  • “i’ve been waiting to do that for so long”
  • “idiot, i was gonna confess first”
  • shrugs “i guess i just beat u in everything then”
  • that gets a smack on the head
  • until he asks u to stay the night and he can drive u both to work in the morning tomorrow and u agree bc how can u say no and so u end up staying over and wearing his sweater to bed and he lies there in bed literally hyperventilating bc SWEATERS ARE HIS WEAKNESS LIKE WHAT
  • so u drive into work the next morning with ur hands intertwined and in the corner of ur eye as ur walking in, u see head of pediatrics!chan slap a fifty dollar bill into nurse!jeonghan’s hands
  • so the rest of that month is spent going through with each patient and stealing chaste kisses in the x-ray viewing rooms and getting teased by everyone in the hospital 
  • even the patients 
  • until by the third month, the trial hits its first roadblock 
  • patient 04 had died on the table just as jeon wonwoo was inserting the second tube, and as surprised as u are that this was the first malfunction with the trial, it hits u nonetheless
  • hearing the news, u drop everything and go to his office after the surgery
  • this was the first taste of adversity in ur relationship too and u were curious to see as to how you guys were going to deal with this, esp since ur work was integrated into ur personal life 
  • but u walk in and there he is 
  • eating a freaking popsicle 
  • jeon wonwoo’s patient just died on the table and he’s in here eating ice cream
  • and u didn’t know if u were confused? angry? horrified?
  • and u close the door behind u as u walk in and draw the blinds for the glass walls and windows 
  • and as u turn around from doing that, he chucks the popsicle into the bin, walks up to you slowly and drops his head onto ur shoulder
  • you freeze, unsure if he’s crying or not, but u hear steady breathing and his arms slowly creeping around u and ur sure he isn’t 
  • but u can tell that he’s exhausted and scared, even if no words are shared between the two of u 
  • so you both stand there for god knows how long, holding each other, breathing each other in, releasing all tension and heartache from the day without a single word, just the sound of heartbeats and breathing 
  • until finally he lifts his head, eyes droopy and a small smile on his face, arms still around you, when u cup his face and tell him that ur so damn proud of him 
  • everything is going to hit a roadblock at some point, and this was bound to happen. we entered this knowing that it was science; anything can happen. just hang in there, wonu, we can do it 
  • and that was the first time wonu said i love u out loud 
  • and for all the people that doubted he was going to ever get a girlfriend with his head stuck in so many textbooks, it was the head stuck in the textbook method that even got him here to meet u in the first place SO SUCK IT
  • and so by the time u finish ur paper and the trial is reaching its end, there was a mixture of patients that successfully responded to the trial and those that didn’t make it 
  • but ur paper gets high acclaim from hospitals across the province for its research and editorial skills
  • and wonwoo received the highest achievement award from the board for his endeavours with the trial 
  • and after many long and gruelling months filled with work and chaste kisses here and there
  • you finally have time to take a seat and take in everything 
  • and marvel at wonu as a surgeon and as a human
  • bc how in the damn world did u ever get so lucky with science??

this,, ,, ,, is so long but enjoy bc i love jeon wonwoo 

:)

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“Mulder? Are you in here?”

Her heart is still racing from the mix of adrenaline and fierce, fierce hope. Could he really be back? Is he moments from stepping out of the shadows and wrapping her in his arms and telling her everything is going to be okay? Her entire body is bowstring-taut with anticipation as she listens for any sign of movement within the apartment.

When her gaze lands on the desk, on the space where her laptop is now conspicuously absent, the sight is so unexpected that she stares in disbelief, the truth of the situation not really hitting her fully until she physically walks over and picks up the disconnected power cables. That’s when she knows, for certain, that of course it was too much to hope for.

Whoever her landlord saw, it wasn’t Mulder.

Something in her deflates, and all at once she feels shaky and nauseated again. She barely makes it to the bathroom in time, but it doesn’t even matter; nothing comes up. Unsteadily, she sits on the edge of the bathtub and rests her head in her hands. Is this how her body is going to respond to every strong emotional moment now?  

She tells herself it’s her investigator’s instinct that leads her to grab a jacket and keys and head out through the rain to Alexandria. She rationalizes that whoever stole her computer might also want to take Mulder’s and that going to his apartment might either help her catch them or prevent it from happening. Her decision has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that misses him so badly the thought of spending tonight alone in her own bed is suddenly unbearable.

(It’s not as though she will be any less alone at his place. The very notion of feeling closer to him merely by surrounding herself with his belongings is completely irrational.)

Calm determination sustains her for the drive over, her resolve only slipping momentarily once she’s standing in front of his apartment door, force of habit and muscle memory causing her to tap out their knock against the wood. The sound makes her breath hitch, and she can’t help the irrational surge of hope that somehow this has all just been a terrible dream.

But of course there is no answer, and she swallows back the bitter disappointment as she pulls out his key and unlocks the door herself.

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The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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