she called him her doctor though

The Boxer

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 10k

Prompt:

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.


“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the chair.

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(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

I promised I’ll make a post for the Retirement Home New Vegas AU so here it is: 

  • there is no new vegas, no post apocalypse, its just a retirement home in Nevada
  • Mister House, Caesar and Kimball (with general Oliver and others from the ncr) are just residents at the retirement home
  • hoover dam is the bathroom on their floor that they have to share 
  • the strip is actually the recreation room with few chess and monopoly boards, the board for the daily bingo, a cooler and a single tv
  • the issue is that whoever claims the bathroom first in the morning can go to the recreation room and claim the cooler and the tv, thus having the main resources in the retirement home
  • Mister House is the sole resident of room 38 and most of his interactions with the nurses are through the phone or his customized personal roomba which is just a regular roomba with a knife taped on it
  • Caesar is in the room down the hall and he is the only one who has no resources. Kimball and co are controlling the cooler and the tv, while House is controlling the chess boards and has the bingo rigged  
  • Caesar’s friend Joshua once came to try and reason with the nurses to give Caesar the bathroom, however upon failing Caesar threw coffee in his face and pushed him from the 2nd floor window
  • law is established by Nurse Ranger (courtesy to @ravel-puzzlewell) who occasionally has to take the remote control from Caesar and return it to Kimball and co. 
  • the courier is one of the nurses 
  • earlier the employee of the month was Benny however he was demoted when he “accidentally” gave the courier a concussion
  • Boone is the night guard and he may or may not have a lot of dinosaur stickers on his booth
  • Veronica is also one of the nurses and she is dating Christine who works at the Sierra Madre restaurant across the street and sees her girlfriend when she brings the staff take out cause food is a resource and the fight is for resources 
  • there is another roomba without a knife called Ede and everyone from the staff treats it as if its a sentient being 
  • a while ago the courier didn’t load the washing machines properly and flooded two entire wings of the retirement home. one of the doctors that worked there, Ulysses, has decided to reside in the flooded and uninhabited section of the retirement home until nurse courier faces what they’ve done even though everyone tells him that a mechanic will fix the plumbing and the two wings will be renovated and opened once again. he contacts the staff exclusively through the friendly roomba on which he tapes sticky notes with cryptic and vaguely threatening messages

most of this is courtesy to @fraenkysjunk and if anyone wants to add to this shitty au please feel free

Prompt/au: Single dad // non idol producer au
Member: Woozi
Genre: Fluff after all that background info I swear
A/N: Literally no one asked for this I’m just really self-indulgent today after cutting and dying my hair again lol

  • Jihoon has a little girl named Soobin and she is literally his whole entire world 
  • Truth be told, when she was first born he was kind of a mess 
  • He didn’t expect to be doing this all alone, and while he had the boys and his mother whenever she came to visit from Busan,, he still figured that he’d have a s/o by his side,,, and now he had this little baby and no one to be by his side and help,,,
  • It was his first child and he was left to kind of just try and figure things out and balance all his old and new responsibilities,,, 
  • He had his mother, his pediatrician, and the boys who also had kids on speed dial for the longest time and was calling them every five seconds for every. little. damn. thing.
  • Listen he likes to think of himself as a calm guy and he’s not really known for freaking out,,,
  • But now he had this tiny little life who couldn’t tell him what was wrong and every small sneeze or long nap made him panic
  • There was one time his anxieties were justified,, 
  • Soobin had caught a cold when she was only a couple months and her fever spiked really late at night
  • And she was crying and coughing a lot and Jihoon was panicking because all these home remedies his mother and the internet had recommended weren’t working and his car had broken down two days ago and was still in the shop
  • It just,,, wasn’t looking good and Jihoon felt like he was going to throw up because he couldn’t do anything to make it better
  • Seungcheol swears that one of the scariest moments of his life was when Jihoon called him at 3 am, his voice visibly strained and breaking with emotion as he begged for a ride to the hospital
  • He was just,,, terrified of losing his daughter, and quite literally cried out of sheer relief when the doctor told him and Cheol that it was going to be fine and that she just had to rest in the hospital with the doctors on standby until her fever broke 
  • Cheol deadass had to like hold Jihoon in the waiting room because he was a complete mess and even called his mom for him because it was clear this boy needed some rest
  • After that disaster, he began working slowly on calming his fears about being a single parent but he hovered around his daughter A LOT 
  • Took an insane amount of personal days off work the first year of her life because even though he trusted Joshua as a babysitter he was still a worry wart 
  • The boys swear that having a kid softened Jihoon by like a million times and honestly,,, they’re right
  • Because from the moment he held that little girl in his hands, he knew he had to be a better person for her (even though he was already pretty damn great to begin with)
  • He knew he had to take better care of himself too, which meant sleeping as much as possible and eating better and little things that he didn’t tend to do 
  • Plus Jihoon holding his baby was so??? soft,, like he always got the sweetest look in his eyes when he was looking down at her
  • Although it meant a lot of late nights and stress,, he really did love that baby stage 
  • Soobin was just?? The cutest damn baby. She didn’t look exactly like him but there was definitely some similarities 
  • Literally a daddy’s girl from day one 
  • She always turned her head when she heard his voice and Joshua and anyone else who hung around her when Woozi had to work or go to an appointment swears up and down that she wouldn’t smile for that first year unless her dad was around 
  • Jihoon read parenting books and blogs a lot, often with her in one arm while his other hand held the book, her head on his chest while she napped and lowkey drooled on his shirt a little bit
  • Literally picture that for a moment,,, Jihoon with his black undercut and a book in one hand and his little baby in the other,,, what a good image
  • She was so easily entertained when it came to her dad?? Literally he’d made a face at her and she would react 
  • She LOVED peekaboo when she was that little, and literally Hoshi has so many pictures of Jihoon and baby Soobin smiling at each other while playing it and he pulls them out whenever he denies that fatherhood has softened him 
  • Wooz took pictures of as many milestones as he could tbh
  • The first time she held her head up on her own, when she started sitting up, all sorts of things
  • He has like 20 videos of her in this little infant swing he bought her and she’s just positively delighted in the damn thing
  • Whenever he needed to work from home he could put her in that and make sure she was close enough for him to be able to get to her quickly and she’d be perfectly fine for hours so long as he was in view
  • He sang to her a lot (and still does)
  • He discovered the song “Light” by Sleeping at Last via Joshua and literally it became her lullaby 
  • He sings her lots of goofy songs and more lighthearted ones as well
  • It’s so cute too like,,, Jihoon’s in a messy apron with a black t-shirt underneath, his hair in disarray as he stands in front of her high chair and singing little nursery rhymes with his stingray smile to make her relax and laugh enough to let him feed her some baby food
  • It was really fun when some of the boys came over too because they would all just sing and do little skits and doofy things for her and she’d laugh a sweet little toddler laugh and they would all just m e l t 
  • Soobin literally had them all in the palm of her tiny hand
  • He’s very good at ensuring her early development is good and within no time she’s taking shaky steps and starting to talk
  • Sometimes it’s hard to understand her but Jihoon understands what she means most of the time
  • Like one time she tried to talk to Chan and he was just “what” and Jihoon poked his head out of his office like “she wants you to play dolls with her” 
  • By the time she was two, Jihoon had the parenting thing down for the most part, and even nagged the other dads in svt about stuff 
  • He still asked for advice whenever he felt he needed to, and Soobin was never lacking in surprises, but fatherhood came much easier to him now 
  • It was also helpful that she was able to walk and talk now too lmao 
  • She always always always wants to find ways to help her daddy and she gets all excited whenever he says she can help him work
  • He doesn’t have her do too much, just press buttons or fetch something or give a listen to a track he’s working on, but she’s happy all the same and he thinks it’s fucking adorable so he goes along with it
  • He wants to be the best dad possible for his little girl, and as a result he asks the other members of what I like to call dadteen (I’m not funny I’ll excuse myself)
  • Jeonghan has twin 8 year old daughters (and also a baby boy) and is a hair EXPERT so he had him teach him how to do lots of hairstyles for Soobin
  • He always does her hair in the mornings when she’s sitting at the table like half asleep still and slowly chewing on her breakfast 
  • And he’s always so gentle like she only complains about it hurting once in a blue moon
  • He also made Mingyu (who has the LOUDEST son ever) teach him a bunch of recipes that are healthy but also things that she’ll like
  • It took him a few tries but he got it down, and purchased a million and a half cookbooks recommended by friends and other parents 
  • Has Joshua babysit a lot still, but as she’s gotten older he’s also recruited BooSeokSoon to help out as well because she thinks they’re funny 
  • One of Wonwoo’s younger kids is a little girl around the same age as her and they’re certified BFFs who like to garden and adventure together 
  • She LOVES going to the zoo and names all the animals she sees there after her uncles, aka the noisy boys in svt
  • She named a sloth after Wonu and Jihoon couldn’t stop laughing because that was his nickname in college
  • Named the giraffe Mingyu and he high fived her for that one
  • Although Woozi comes off as a rather serious guy, Soobin comes off as an animated and cheerful little girl 
  • She liked to run ahead of him a lot and he increased his stamina pretty damn quickly because he had to run up to her and remind her to hold his hand all the time 
  • She also is now in charge of all his hairstyle decisions and has made it so Jihoon has experienced a wide array of colors, from normals ones like blonde and brown to more outrageous ones like pink and tangerine 
  • He absolutely joined a single dad advice forum 
  • Soobin imitates him a lot like Woozi will be like “Soobin eat your peas” and she’ll puff out her cheeks and stick her hands on her hips and go crosseyed and in this fake deep voice go “Soobin eat your peas”
  • And he stares at her all sternly but she just laughs and spoons peas into her mouth but whoops she was laughing too hard and fucking launched like three across the room nice one Soobin 
  • You meet Woozi when she’s age four, rapidly going on five
  • You’re at a grocery store nearby your new apartment and just shopping for some general stuff cause yanno when you move all you’re gonna have in your kitchen is like a thing of salt, some cheap ramen, and a few spice containers you’re pretty sure have been in your cupboard for like 5 years 
  • You had moved from a pretty far place so like,, there were so many brands that you didn’t recognize and you were just debating between these two kinds of cereal that both had bizarre names 
  • You didn’t really register the rapid footsteps and child laughter until something smacked into your legs
  • You looked down to see a little girl stumble back and rub her forehead from where it had collided with your knee, her hair in pigtails and decorated with silver hair ties and a little moon clip
  • Instantly you were like oh shit and put the cereal down to crouch in front of her and ask “hey little girl, are you okay???”
  • And instead of getting all upset like some kids would, she just beams and in a polite tone goes “yes, I’m fine!! I was just running away from my dad because he makes a grumpy face when I do, and it’s funny”
  • You laugh when she tells you and hesitate before putting a hand on her head, checking for a bump as you say “well it certainly sounds funny when you say it like that, but he’s probably worried so why don’t we go find him??”
  • Soobin agrees and you stand up again and are a little surprised when she takes your hand, but she just leads you forward while chatting up a storm about how her uncle Mingyu is really tall and although he drinks the same kind of milk as the one you have in your cart, she prefers melon milk 
  • She asks you if you like flavored milk and you’re like “Um, yeah it’s pretty good!! But I just moved in so I’m only getting like,,, normal stuff right now”
  • “Moved in?” she tilts her head up at you and you nod and tell her you moved here from a far away place 
  • And she’s about to answer when you hear someone shouting her name and she goes “That’s my dad!!” 
  • So you both follow the voice and she calls him name when she sees him and he looks over with these wide eyes and jogs over
  • And he’s apologizing to you over and over but his eyes are on Soobin as he alternates between saying sorry and scolding her for running off 
  • And you’re like “Oh!! It’s,,, it’s okay,,,” but you’re a little taken aback because woah this dude looks young and like,,, really handsome 
  • “Soobin seriously you can’t keep running off like that,” Jihoon sighs as he crouches down in front of her, round glasses perched on the tip of his nose and his daughter uses the hand that’s not clutching your to push them back off
  • “But I made a new friend daddy!” she tells him and for the first time, Woozi looks at you fully 
  • And he’s immediately stunned by how,,, cute,,, you are and immediately stands up, clearing his throat nervously 
  • “Ah… sorry again, thank you for bringing her back to me,” he says quickly and you smile at him and tell him it was no problem
  • He introduces himself as Lee Jihoon and his daughter as Lee Soobin and you tell him your name and Soobin all matter of factly tells her dad that you’re new in town and insists that you shop with them
  • She tells you that his friends call him “Woozi” all the time and he’s like “Soobin Do Not”
  • And she just does her puffy-cheeked, hands-on-hips, fake-deep-voice impression of him and goes “Soobin Do Not” and it makes you and her both laugh
  • And it’s really cute because while Wooz is a bit shy to talk to you, his daughter as no problem keeping the conversation alive and asks you a million questions
  • But they’re all typical little kid questions like “What’s your favorite color?” and “What’s your favorite dog?” and “What’s your job?”
  • Every time you answer, she tells you her favorite, as well as Jihoon’s favorite too and like,,, she knows her dad so well it’s so cute,,,
  • When she tells you her dad is a “Pronumsher” and he gently corrects her and says it’s “Producer” you tell them both that it’s a very impressive career
  • And his ears turn a bit red as he looks away with a small smile and goes “ah,,, not really but thank you,,,” 
  • And after a few more questions Soobin is hmmmmming loudly as she tries to think of another one before she finally almost shouts “Ah! What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
  • You laugh a bit at her expression because it looks like she just had a revelation and kindly tell her you don’t have a boy or girlfriend and you don’t notice Jihoon side-eye you subtly when you say that
  • And after you finish your shopping and are saying goodbye, Soobin suddenly grabs your hand again and goes “I wanna play with you again!!” 
  • You look up at Jihoon a bit flustered and he hesitates before saying “Maybe,, since you’re new and all,,, we could give you a tour or something soon?” 
  • So you exchange numbers with Woozi and you go home and although you think about him from time to time the next couple days because he really was pretty cute you try to focus on unpacking
  • Besides,,, you doubted he was single and even if he was, he sounded busy,,, like a producer with a young daughter probably isn’t the guy looking looking for someone to date 
  • But after about a week, you see a text from him appear on your phone saying that he has a free day this weekend if you wanted him and Soobin to show you around
  • You paused for a moment, biting your lip and debating if you wanted to go through with it when you were certain you would just wind up forming a crush on the guy,,, but you agreed finally and worked out the details on where you guys were going to meet 
  • He lived in a small house about a block away from yours and you agreed to go meet him there the next day 
  • It was a sleepy kind of day, the sky gray (but you had checked three times to make sure it wasn’t going to left) and fog lingering in the hills, and you couldn’t help but feel nervous when you stood on Jihoon’s porch
  • You took a deep breath and knocked, smiling a little when you heard Soobin shout your name from the other side
  • Jihoon opened the door with Soobin clinging to his leg, a smile on her face as she looked up at you 
  • You greeted them both and stepped aside when Jihoon motioned for you to come in, and couldn’t help but grin a little when you saw the living room
  • It was clear that there was plenty of Jihoon’s personality in the room, a fireplace with the mantle decorated in photos and little statuettes, a TV hanging above that, little plants and ferns spread around to make the room smell a bit nicer, comfortable couches and a marble coffee table, big bookshelves lined with thick novels, a keyboard in the corner  a nice rug under all the furniture,,,
  • But there was definitely a child living here too, made obvious by the fact that the bottom two shelves on every bookshelf was full of children’s books, CDS, and movies, the photos of him and Soobin and some unfamiliar boys everywhere, the fact the one branch on both the ferns had a pink ribbon tied to it, the parenting books that took up an entire shelf, the toys on the floor, the princess blanket thrown on the couch, the stickers on the keyboard legs, the cluster of notebooks and dolls on the coffee table,,, it was too cute dammit 
  • “Sorry for the mess,” Jihoon apologizes and you wave it away
  • “You apologize to me too much, Jihoon,” you teased and found yourself completely charmed by the pink that formed on his cheeks. “Besides, I have friends who have kids too, this is clean compared to their houses”
  • He laughed a bit at that and told Soobin to go grab her coat from her room while he showed you the house
  • Just like the living room, although all the rooms showcased nice furniture and plenty of glimpses into Jihoon’s personality, it was still obvious that he was a dedicated father with a bright and enthusiastic daughter 
  • Soobin ran out with her red jacket on and took one of your hands and one of Jihoon’s and announced that she was ready to go and both you and him melted a bit at that 
  • With Soobin chatting up a storm again and demanding answers from the both of you, you and Woozi found that the air between you guys was much more comfortable that it was before 
  • Although you both turned bright red when a couple of older ladies complimented what a cute family the three of you made,,
  • But overall the day was just,,, so much fun 
  • You guys walked around downtown so he could point out all the good shops and restaurants, and Soobin insisted that you guys stop inside the bookstore so she could pick one out and she made you crouch down next to her as she stared at the bottom row of books because she wanted your opinion on what one to get
  • And when you all stopped to get some frozen yogurt she got a little on your nose and you wiped it off with a napkin and cleaned her hands up too and Jihoon felt himself soften at the sight 
  • When you went to the park, you and Jihoon were able to watch from a bench and get to know each other a little, and he told you about his tight knit group of friends that Soobin called her uncles and about his job
  • He casually mentioned “Typically one of them will watch them when I’m busy because they know being a single parent is hard” and you were like oh :) so :) he’s :) single :) huh :)
  • But you sympathized with him and he started asking about your job and where you moved from 
  • You two only stopped talking when Soobin called for you guys to look at her and when she finally ran up to you and grabbed onto your knees and said she was ready to go 
  • And when she was holding both your hands again, the three of you were off
  • After a long day of exploring, you guys decided to head back to Jihoon’s house, him offering you inside for dinner, and when Soobin gave you a hopeful look,,, you couldn’t say no
  • It helped that you really wanted to keep talking to Woozi too,,, he was just such an interesting person?? And so nice to you??? And really sweet with his daughter like,,,
  • When you arrived at Jihoon’s, Soobin sat in your lap and watched TV with you as Jihoon began to cook dinner, and it was clear she was starting to get a bit tired as she leaned her head against her shoulder
  • You caught Woozi looking over at the two of you with a smile from time to time and you always gave him a smile back, your heart fluttering a bit at the sight of him 
  • When he called that the food was done, you carried the sleepy Soobin to the table and smiled when she tried to wake herself up a bit to eat by shaking her head rapidly 
  • You and Jihoon did most of the talking during dinner, Soobin too tired and too busy eating to chime in very much
  • After dinner, Jihoon asked if you would stick around and wait while he put her to bed, and you agreed, returning to the couch to scroll through your phone and wait 
  • Jihoon returned once Soobin was asleep with juice boxes, saying he didn’t keep any wine in the house unless it was a brand meant for cooking so this would have to do instead
  • But instead of being annoyed, you laughed and tapped boxes with him while saying a small “cheers” and he found himself smiling to himself as you sipped from the outrageously tiny drink 
  • You guys talked for a long time after that, about anything and everything that came into mind, trying to keep quiet so as to not wake his daughter 
  • It wasn’t until the clock hit ten that either of you realized how late it was and you figured you should probably head home
  • As you were putting your coat on, you could see the hesitation in Jihoon’s face and asked him what he was thinking about
  • “Listen, (y/n)…” he said, taking a deep breath and you tilted your head. “I know we didn’t meet that long ago, and that me having a daughter complicates things for a lot of people I’m interested in, but I think you’re a really great person and I was wondering if you want to go on a date sometime?”
  • What else could you do but smile and eagerly say yes?

A/N: Let me know if you guys wanna see more single dad Jihoon, or anything else really because my requests are currently open!!

Meta Monday: Rose Tyler Defence

Today’s Meta Monday post is brought to you by the person who left a full-fledged rant against Rose Tyler in a comment on one of my fics. For the record, if you spend 500 words putting down one half of my OTP, you cannot say you respect that I ship Ten/Rose. Also, RUDE.

So, I’m going to break down the comment point by point. This was left on my ficlet about Martha, and about halfway through, it switches to ranting about how Martha was treated by the Doctor. For the sake of length, I’ll cover that part next week. Bullet points in quotes are taken directly from the review.

1) Rose was selfish.

At times, yes. Because Rose was human and humans have flaws. She was a well-written character who didn’t always do the right thing for the right reason.

Can we talk for a minute about why Rose is selfish? She’d recently ended a relationship with someone who took advantage of her. Jimmy Stone took off and left her £800 in debt. When you’re used like that, you learn to look out for yourself first, because no one else will. It’s a habit that takes time to break. 

Now, this accusation often includes, “Rose was selfish to leave her family to travel,” and I will argue against that with my dying breath. It is not selfish for a young woman to decide to leave her family and create her own life. That is natural. I know Jackie and Mickey struggled with it, but that’s their thing to deal with. Honestly, them expecting Rose to never change and always be the same Rose they remembered is more selfish than Rose choosing to create her own life.

Don’t we tell girls all the time that they should plan their lives based on what would make them happy, not on what people expect them to do? Isn’t that part of what feminism is? So why do we insist it’s selfish when a young woman is actually bold enough to flout expectations and forge her own path?

2) “She ditched Mickey immediately when she heard the Doctor telling her that Tardis is a time travel machine.”

Why is it so horrible that Rose jumped at an amazing opportunity for a better life? She was obviously bored and dissatisfied before meeting the Doctor. (Look at her face when she’s working at Henrik’s. That is not the face of someone content with their life.) 

And let’s get rid of the notion that Mickey was a perfect boyfriend. Do you remember the part in “Rose” where she asks if she can borrow his laptop? And he says yes, but then in a panic tells her not to look at his email? That’s supposed to be a hint that he was cheating on her–another sign that her life was not ideal, meaning she was at a perfect spot for a change.

I understand that it hurts to be the person left behind. I’ll even agree that Rose should have said a bit more of a goodbye to Mickey than she did. (Though since the Doctor had already left once, I don’t blame her if she thought there was a clock ticking.) However, I refuse to blame Rose for wanting a different life. That’s grossly unfair. 

Think about this: Donna pitched the keys to the car she shared with her mother in a bin, then took off without saying a word about travelling. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about the way she left her family. Why is what Rose did so much worse?

3) “She also not only made Jackie grieve over her, therefore making her get Mickey go to police 5 times the whole year.”

Oh boy. One of my favourites. 

THE MISSING YEAR IS NOT ROSE’S FAULT.

We don’t know how long Rose had been with the Doctor when they landed at the beginning of “Aliens of London.” If we go strictly by time we’ve seen, it’s less than a week. If we believe there are adventures that happen offscreen, then maybe 2-3 weeks. 

Not only that, but she had been assured that to her mum, only 12 hours would have passed. She walked into that flat thinking she’d been gone overnight, thinking her phone call from Platform One would have been plenty to ease any worries. 

It is not Rose Tyler’s fault that the TARDIS, purposely or not, skipped a full year.

That means none of the things that happened to people on Earth during that time are her fault. It’s not her fault that her mum thought she was dead. It’s not her fault that Mickey was dragged in for questioning. Jackie and Mickey resenting Rose for the missing year does not make it actually Rose’s fault. 

4) “She flirted with Adam and Jack and broke up with Mickey, making him feel like crap.”

Right. Mickey who told Rose–in the middle of trying to chat her up–that he was seeing Trisha Delaney? Which he told her purposely to make her angry? Mickey is not superior here, so don’t even try to make it out like Rose is the horrible tramp and Mickey is the long-suffering boyfriend. 

And if she’d broken up with Mickey, what does it matter that she flirted with Adam and Jack? This kind of slut-shaming needs to end. Flirting is not a sin.

5) “She ripped Tardis console to become Bad Wolf, despite the fact that Tardis was an sentient being.” 

I see this thrown out as a horrible thing all the time. Do you know who did not get angry at Rose for opening the TARDIS? The Doctor. Not once in his explanation to Jack during “Utopia” does he say anything bad about Rose opening the TARDIS. Not once does his voice betray anything but awe at what she became. 

No one knows and loves the TARDIS more than the Doctor. If he wasn’t upset with Rose for opening her heart, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for her to do. 

Also, if you’re thinking Bad Wolf was a selfish choice, then you’re purposely reading your opinion that Rose was selfish into the text. Rose knew looking into the heart of the TARDIS could kill her–she’d seen what had happened to Margaret the Slitheen. But she chose to do it anyway, because it was the only way to save the Doctor. 

Rose becoming Bad Wolf is not about her pouting because he sent her away. That is the wrongest interpretation of that scene I have ever seen, and it makes me angry every time. In the diner, when she’s trying to explain to Jackie and Mickey why she’s so upset, she starts with, “Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.” And when Bad Wolf explains her choice and her purpose to the Doctor? “I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.” 

Not to mention her glorious speech in the diner, which is entirely about understanding that life is better when you live it for other people. Bad Wolf is Rose Tyler at her least selfish and she is absolutely brilliant. 

6) “Martha actually worked hard to become a doctor, while Rose could not even get herself a job after getting her job blown off.” 

Wow. There’s so much classist garbage in here, I don’t even know where to start.

  1. Yes, Martha worked hard. That doesn’t mean Rose didn’t. Stop putting down one companion to praise another. 
  2. You don’t have to have an upper class job like doctor to be a hard worker. Poor people work their tails off, doing things no one else wants to do. Even Martha complained that she had to work in a shop. (Blink)
  3. Rose left with the Doctor twenty-four hours after Henrik’s blew up. 
    1. No, she didn’t go out job hunting the day after almost dying. 
    2. Lucky she didn’t, because if she hadn’t spent the day looking up the Doctor, she might not have been there when he faced the Nestene Consciousness. And the Doctor himself admitted that he would have died if it wasn’t for her.

What you’re really saying is that instead of going off to have a fabulous life, Rose should have stayed on the Estate. I’m being kind and not adding, “where she belonged” to the end of that statement, but really–that’s what you’re implying. That as a young woman from the Estate, Rose didn’t deserve the kind of life she found with the Doctor.

Why not? 

Rose Tyler was clever. Practically the first thing the Doctor says to her is a compliment because she’d come up with a logical explanation for the Autons. It was wrong, but he was impressed by her logic. 

Rose Tyler was brave. She saved the Doctor that first day, she ran into the TARDIS even though he told her it would be dangerous, she ran after the ghost in “The Unquiet Dead…” Do I need to go on? Rose Tyler shot out the window of the rocket she was on so she could kill Satan. How’s that?

Rose Tyler was compassionate. She objected strenuously to the Doctor asking Gwyneth to channel to Gelth. She saw a little boy calling for his Mummy and tried to help him. She refused to let the Doctor kill a Dalek. She was outraged by the slavery of the Ood.

Rose Tyler stood up for what she believed in, no matter what the cost. She never hesitated to tell the Doctor if she thought what he was doing was wrong, even though she knew he could always take her home if he got annoyed with her. When he was passed out from regeneration sickness, she stood up to the Sycorax in his place. She got in Mr. Connolly’s face in Idiot’s Lantern when he was being a sexist jerk, talking down to his wife. 

Rose Tyler was clever, brave, and compassionate. When she was gone, the Doctor missed her ability to spot things he missed. “Rose would know,” was not just a sentimental comment–the solution to their adventures often started with Rose spotting something out of place and pointing it out to the Doctor. (The Unquiet Dead, The Long Game, Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, School Reunion, Idiot’s Lantern and Fear Her, just off the top of my head.)

So no, random reviewer, Rose is not flawless. But she’s also not the selfish girl you insist she is.

never again.

Originally posted by cuteguk

requested by anon

Hello! Is it okay if I request a Jungkook angst? A very angsty one that boh JK and Y/n are screaming at each other and Y/N almost commited a very painful suicide because JK keeps on putting Y/N aside because of his Ex that came back to korea something like that. And a good ending please. Thank you :)

 genre: angst

word count: 2312

warning(s): mentions of attempted suicide and mental health disorders (i dont take this topic lightly and neither should you, but should this trigger you, please do not read this)

You felt as though every time Jungkook and you argued you went on autopilot and automatically screamed to back him; you knew you were giving in, giving into everything you were against. Everything you feared. The very reason for these frequent fights was because his ex was coming back, back to Korea. The very place you had been calling home since she left, since she left him. He had been acting as though she were the priority, even though you were the one that had been there for him throughout all of this. What did she do? She left him heartbroken, unable to do anything, you were there for him throughout all of that and slowly your support became something more.

“For fuck’s sake, ___, not everything is about you!” Jungkook shouted. “I never said it had to be.” you calmly replied to him. “You’re implying it though; just because she was a bad person doesn’t mean she still is. I just wanna be friends with her anyway, what’s your problem?” “My problem is that she left broken and I had to come sweeping in and comfort you.” “I never asked you to do that!” “Well, sorry for being a good person!” “I can’t deal with you right now, I’m leaving!” “You’re seriously just gonna go in the middle of an argument?” “I’m leaving before I do something I regret!” he replied and slammed the front door.


Days had passed and Jungkook hadn’t bothered to reappear in your apartment, he was probably spending time with his ex. It wasn’t that you were jealous, that was just a minor fraction but you were scared that he would end up as hurt as he was before or that he would leave you in the state he used to be in. You were already struggling very much before the notice of his ex coming back arose; your struggle was the reason you were prescribed this and that. You never wanted to depend on these drugs so badly but it was inevitable for you, eventually you would have had to take them in order to ‘get better’. 

You had missed your prescription for many days and you thought you were doing fine, that was until he showed up with her, in your home. “Hey, babe, are you home? I wanna introduce you to someone!” Jungkook called as he opened your front door and made his way into your apartment. You emerged from the kitchen, you had grabbed your tub of ice cream and appeared in front of your boyfriend and, to your dismay, his ex. “___, this is Subin.” he smiled as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Nice to meet you, I’m ___.” “Jungkook has told me so much about you! I hope we can be good friends!” she squealed. “That reminds me, ___? We’re going out tonight so feel free to join us!” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on the sofa. “Don’t worry, I’m staying in for the night.” “Aw, babe, haven’t you been doing that every night?” he pouted. “Yeah, and I’m perfectly comfortable here.” you smiled as you made your way into your bedroom, which led to your balcony.

You sat down with your ice cream tub in one hand and your phone in the other; without even thinking you dialed the number of someone you could trust, Min Yoongi. “___? Is everything okay?” he worriedly asked you. “Right now? Yeah, but Jungkook decided to show up to my house with his ex girlfriend.” “He’s with that sicko? After all she did to him? He was on hiatus for a year! A whole fucking year because of her! But now they’re friends?” “Apparently so.” you answered while taking a spoonful of ice cream.

“How are you dealing with that?” Yoongi asked you after he had calmed down from his mini rant. “I’m not too bad right now.” “Right now, huh?” “You never really know how you’ll feel in the future.” you told him as you continued to feast on the ice cream. “We’re going now, babe! Have fun!” Jungkook called before the door shut with a bang. “Did he just leave?” Yoongi asked you. “Yup.” “Do you want me to come over?” “Yes, please, before I do something stupid.”


“___, wake up! Fuck, what did you do? ___, please, fucking wake up! Yes, hello? 119? My friend just overdosed on her medication, please send immediate help!” “___, please, don’t do this to yourself, why would you do this? Is it because of him and her? ___, please fucking wake up! You can’t leave me behind, I was supposed to protect you! Wake the fuck up!” Yoongi cried in distress, he had found you on the ground with the bottle of pills spilt on the ground and immediately attempted to wake you up but failed. He was supposed to be protecting you like an older brother but he was too late.


“We’re currently stabilising her conditions, do you know what she took?” “They were some kind of anti-depressants, here’s the bottle. Will she be alright?” “It’s hard to say right now, she’s not waking up as of right now and her oxygen to carbon dioxide ratio is deadly but we’ll try our best.” the doctor said as he entered your room once again. “You can’t be doing this to me. Did you seriously do this? You have so much to live for.” Yoongi muttered.

Jungkook had been notified of the situation but didn’t seem to making an appearance any time soon. “We came as soon as we heard.” the other five members said as they each appeared in the hospital. “Where’s Jungkook?” Seokjin asked. “In some club with that Subin.” Yoongi spitefully replied. “Are you kidding me? Subin? Is he crazy?” Namjoon groaned. “Apparently they’re on good terms.” Yoongi muttered. “Seriously? After she left him in such a state? ___ was the one who was there, not her ass.” Taehyung ranted. “Is he coming any time soon?” Yoongi asked. “Doesn’t seem like it, I’ve sent him 30 something messages and he hasn’t read a single one of them.” Jimin muttered. “I didn’t know this boy was stupid enough to do this, to be in a club with his ex and leave his girlfriend to overdose.” Hoseok muttered as he placed his head in his hands.“Does he even care about her?” Jimin muttered.

Hours had passed and you seemed to be taking your time with recovering, “How is she?” “There’s minimal signs of recovery but her breathing’s somewhat better, we’re still trying.” Jungkook also failed to show up to the hospital, it was nearing 4am and everyone was knocking out but not Yoongi, Yoongi couldn’t sleep until he knew you were conscious. “Where is that stupid maknae?” Yoongi muttered, the anger rising in him as he messed with his phone.

“He’s on his way.” “Are you serious? Is there even any point, it’s been over 16 hours since I got here and now he decides to appear?” Yoongi responded. “Hyung, we all know he’s an idiot, so let’s just deal with him when he appears.” Jimin told him as he stood up to find some food. When Jungkook appeared, he was with Subin, and strolled in like it was nothing. He looked immaculate while everyone else had been sitting in their sweats for hours on end. “What time do you call this?” Yoongi growled. “3pm?” “Not the time, idiot! Your girlfriend has been in there for 16 hours and still hasn’t gained conscious from her overdose and you stroll in with this monster you call a woman as if it’s a mundane thing to do!” Yoongi shouted, the anger and stress of the situation had gotten to him and he could no longer keep it inside.

“One. I didn’t know which hospital she was in. Two. I was hungover. Three. My phone was off until this morning.” Jungkook replied as he took a seat next to Hoseok, who then moved away from him. “Okay, listen kid, your girlfriend who didn’t leave your side once overdosed herself which means she attempted suicide, why? Because of your ass. And for the record, we told you the hospital, you shouldn’t have been out clubbing with this woman and your phone should have been on for emergencies like this.” Yoongi told him from the seat closest to your room.

“Why are you all here anyway, she’s my girlfriend?” he muttered. “Without me, you could kiss your girlfriend goodbye. If she hadn’t told me to come over to stop her from doing this, she would have been dead!” “Then why didn’t you stop here?” Jungkook said, raising his voice. “I was too late but not as late as you.” Yoongi muttered as he walked out of the department and eventually the building. 

“Is that really how you guys see me? Am I just a monster to you?” a small voice asked. “Subin, know your place. This isn’t about you.” Taehyung snapped while fiddling with his phone. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they don’t mean it.” “Snap out of it Jungkook! We do not like her, we never did! You should be concerned about your girlfriend who is in there, closer to death than ever, not this girl you used to fuck!” Seokjin shouted out of frustration. “I think I should leave.” “No, stay.” Jungkook told her. “Let her fucking go, Jungkook. She has no place here.” Namjoon warned him. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“You’re an idiot, you know? You’re tearing us all apart and your girlfriend is in a battle with Death himself right now but all you seem to care about is her, open your eyes, kid.” Namjoon told him as he left to go for a walk. Eventually everyone had left Jungkook alone, he would finally have time to think over his actions. The reality of the situation hadn’t hit him until he was alone, he could lose you, his life partner, his saviour, how had he been so blind? Why was he so distracted by an ex who had done him nothing but harm.

“Min Yoongi-ssi?” the doctor called out. “Yes? Is she okay?” “She’s finally regained consciousness.” “Thank God, can we see her?” “Be my guest.” After a long 37 hours you were finally awake, a huge weight lifted of Yoongi’s shoulders and he felt as though he could breathe again. “Hey, kiddo, you alright?” he asked as he entered your room. “Could be better.” you muttered as you attempted to eat something. “Why did you do it, if you can’t answer, don’t?” Yoongi questioned. “I had missed a couple days of medication and thought I could make up for it this way, I also wanted to leave this place, so badly. Everything I have been doing led up to the moment he walked out of the door with her.” “Don’t blame yourself, it’s far from your fault.” “You look tired.” you pouted. “I haven’t slept in a ridiculous amount of time.” “Is it because of me? If so, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I’m okay.” “Liar.” “Whatever, do you wanna see the others?” 

You nodded in response and the rest of BTS flooded into the room, “How you doing?” Jimin asked you. “Alright, I’m sorry I made you all worry, I was being stupid.” “No, you weren’t stupid, you just wanted out, you wanted an exit. You weren’t stupid though.” Namjoon told you, causing you to smile, he understood you. “You know who was stupid though? Jungkook.” Seokjin told you. “Why?” “He was nowhere to be seen for almost half the time you were in here and he appeared with Subin.” he nagged. The name felt as though you had been shot in the chest with a machine gun that had no end. “Idiot.” Taehyung remarked from the side. 

“Where is he anyway?” Yoongi asked. “I’m here. And I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I’ve done this past week or however long it’s been.” “Spill it, kid.” Namjoon told him. “With you all here?” “I want them here.” you told him as he walked towards you and took your left hand in his. “___, I’m sorry for being so blind to the situation you were in, I’m sorry I was oblivious to your struggle, when I was thinking about it, I didn’t understand why I was so absorbed in Subin, I guess it was because the memories I shared with her were overpowering but I should have known better that I should have made more memories with you. The thought of almost losing you broke me, I didn’t realise the reality of it all until I was left completely alone, it felt bad, I felt helpless but I only felt that for a couple hours, I don’t even understand how you must’ve felt. I was such a bad boyfriend for these past few weeks, picking a fight on you whenever and not truly caring for you, I hate that I did this and that I can’t reverse time but please forgive me so I can make this all up to you.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” you asked him after his meaningful monologue. “I will never let you out of my sight and I will do whatever you want, go on the dates you want and spend all the time that I have with you, in order to make new memories with you. I can’t risk losing you, not when I know what it’s like when you were so close to death.” “Okay.” “Okay?” Jungkook replied. “Yeah, okay.” “___, he just confessed so much to you and spilt his heart and emotions and you replied with okay?” Hoseok asked, clearly holding in his laughter. “What else is there to say to that?” you chuckled. “Glad to know, you’re still you, my love.”

Cold Hearted (Prince AU) Part 11

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (M), Part 11 

Author’s Note: X is a link to music or a clip which matches with the scene, another X with no link at the end means to end the clip.

Word Count: 5847

Warnings: Smut (in later parts), Blood (in later parts)

    “Congratulations, you have another son, your majesty.” A squirming young boy was placed in Taekgeun’s arms, he gazed down at his new child with such love,

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I Love You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by diytae

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CONTENT CONTAINS VERY MATURE THEMES AND INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UPSET EASILY. 

AN: I’m really being serious about this one guys. So much so that I’m putting the authors note here instead of at the end like usual. This imagine is not meant for people who are easily upset and it’s not meant to hurt anyone, it’s purely for the reader who requested it. If you do not feel comfortable with the above mentioned themes please let me know and I can make another version for everyone. 

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Angst 


Jungkookie, I’m so excited for you! You’re going on tour and you’re going to have so much fun. Make sure you blow all of your fans kisses and give all of them love. Without them you wouldn’t have made it this far so remember to be grateful. Anyways, I love you. Be safe!

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anonymous asked:

so cool to see that requests are open again! ^^ how do you feel about writing a doctor MC who helped RFA before she joins RFA ? Your writing is so beautiful and full of great references, I love you <3

Well, I don’t know much about diagnoses and I have almost zero medical knowledge ( I dropped Grey’s Anatomy, so I can’t even rely on that, lol) so maybe this isn’t very accurate, I did my best from what my grandpa used to tell me about some cases he saw when he was a doctor (especially about the relation between viagra and heart diseases) and I’m sorry if this doesn’t make much sense.

Hope you like this ^^

RFA has an appointment with doctor MC

Zen

  • He strained a muscle in his back during work out.
  • Since he has that monster healing, he didn’t mind the pain too much and just let it there to heal itself.
  • But boy… the director wasn’t happy as Zen wasn’t being able to give 100%in his performances. 
  • So he basically forced Zen to go to the doctor, otherwise…  bye bye role.So Zen was there basically forced, and he wasn’t happy.
  • “So… Mr.Ryu, what’s going on?” “Honestly, nothing. Can you just give me a doctor’s letter proving that I’m okay to work?” you smile in confusion, usually people want doctor’s letters to prove they’re not okay to work.
  • “Well, uhm… I noticed you’re not sitting straight, are you in pain?” “A little, but… I’m fine. I have a healing monster, so my back will be okay in a few days.”
  • “In your back? Oh… Mr. Ryu, you realize that you could have a problem in one of your vertebrae if I don’t take a look at it, right?” “Lady, don’t worry too much, I’m… okay.” He winces trying to adjust his position in the chair.
  • “How long are you in pain?” “Two, three days.” “Hum… not that monster to me. Please, let me take a look at it, if it is something more serious, you could have serious problems in your spine, and you wouldn’t be able to perform anymore.”
  • Oh… he didn’t mention his job, how do you know he’s a performer? Are you a fan? He can’t help feeling a little smug imagining this serious lady fangirling like most of his fans do, it would be… adorable.
  • “Take off your shirt and lay there so I can examine, please?” Oh… he’s feeling a little shy, which is… a first. But he obeys, remembering you’re a professional, after all.
  • “Here?” “Lower, next to my…” don’t say butt, don’t say ass! “Just… lower.” Oh god… is it wrong that he’s almost shivering to your careful touch? What’s wrong with him?
  • “Hum… it seems to me is just a common distension. I will prescript some pain killers, but I strongly recommend some rest and try not to overstrain yourself, okay? And… I would also recommend to go easy on the smoking and drinking, it can really affect your throat, and you wouldn’t be able to sing. So… take care, Zen.”
  • Zen leaves the room smirking. You are a fan, aren’t you? Well, he’ll do his best to follow medical orders, he wouldn’t want to disappoint a fan…


Yoosung

  • He wasn’t being able to curl his fingers
  • And he wouldn’t mind this too much if it wasn’t affecting his performance on playing LOLOL.
  • So he went to the doctor his mother recommended, telling she was a remarkable young lady that treated her problems in her neck
  • So there he was, feeling like a kid for having to ask his mom for this appointment, and his hands were hurting.
  •  “Mr. Kim, what can I do for you?” “I’m not being able to move my hands normally.”
  •  “How long are you like this?” “A few weeks.” “And why did you just come to the doctor now, Mr. Kim?” he’s feeling so adult being called like that…
  •  “I… didn’t know any doctor, so my mom…” Ugh, he didn’t want you to know he’s here because of his mother. “I thought it wasn’t that bad, I… I’m sorry.“
  • “I’m not judging you, don’t worry. I just need to know how long your problem persists so I can make a more accurate diagnosis. I’m sure you’ll do the same when you’ll become a vet.” He smiles, but… how do you know he’s studying to be a vet?
  • Oh… his mother was definitely bragging again about her son going to college to become a vet, she would do that from time to time, how embarrassing!
  • “So, give me your hands, let’s examine it.” He offers his hands, and can’t help blushing when you take them and start squeezing lightly his knuckles.
  • “Does it hurt here?” “Yes, a little.” “What about… here?” you touch next to his thumbs, making him yelp. Ugh… he feels so ridiculous about it.
  • “It looks to me you have tendinitis, caused by some repetitive strain with your fingers. Do you type a lot?” “I… I do.”
  • “I see. Well, I will refer you to an orthopedist, since it’s not my field, but I would recommend a wristlet for now. Try to take breaks on writing your essays, okay? I know college can be hard, but don’t strain yourself.” You smile in reassurance, making him feel even worse. Ugh… he’s like this because of gaming, not because he’s writing essays for college. “And say hello to your mother.”
  • But he will do his best to follow your advice, he knows his mother will tell you all about him again. Well, at least she tried to put him in a good light telling he is a dedicated student. And he’s happy that you believed…


Jaehee

  • She wasn’t feeling very well, it was something in her stomach, probably.
  • But she couldn’t go to the doctor, no! She was so busy!
  • It had come to a point Jumin had to tell her to go, otherwise she wouldn’t be productive in work. Yes, that was basically his reason for it.
  • And she was so nauseous, but maybe because she was just worried about all the work waiting for her when she left the hospital.
  • “Miss Kang, what’s going on?” “I’ve been throwing up and feeling sick for a few days, not being able to sleep well, doctor.”
  • “Have you already done some drugstore pregnancy test?” “OH MY GOD! NO! I… there’s no way I could be pregnant!” She blushes, but tries to recompose herself.
  • “I see, have you eaten anything different these past days?” “No, just my usual take outs.”
  • “You eat take out every day?” “Pretty much, yes.” You curl your lip while you make some notes. “These foods usually have artificial coloring and preservatives, it’s a lot of industrialized food that can do real harm if you eat it every day, Ms. Kang.”
  • “I know, it’s just my working schedule is… a mess, and most of the times I don’t have time to eat a proper meal.” She tries to read what you’re writing down, and feels ridiculous when you catch her and smile.
  • After a few exams, you hand her a paper. “I’m giving you a medical leave for three days so you can eat properly and your body can recharge, but I insist you should try a more balanced meal. You should see this nutritionist, she’s a great friend of mine and she plans diets for people who don’t have much time, she’s been helping me a lot with this, actually.”
  • Oh… so you do understand her, she was so sure you were taking notes of how she was neglecting her own health, but… you were just planning on giving her a medical absence.
  • Which… she wasn’t sure if she should use, since it would affect her productivity, who knows? Three days is time enough for Jumin to hire a new assistant if he wanted.
  • So… back to work it is, but at least she could see the nutritionist you recommended when she had some time to spare? You looked pretty good, maybe she would too if she saw your friend.


Jumin

  • The hospital called him, his father was not okay.
  • He made Driver Kim run, what if it was a heart attack? A stroke?
  • Though it didn’t really show, he was extremely worried.
  • And the fact that the Hans’ doctor was abroad in a congress, so he was under care of this new doctor who wasn’t familiar with his family health’s history, made things even worse
  • “You must be his son, nice to meet you.” You looked so young! And Jumin was trying not to be prejudiced, but… you were probably very inexperienced…
  • “Do you have his medical records with you?” “I do, he’s hypertensive, had to operate his vesicle two years ago and has some tendency to gout, correct?” Oh…? You knew what you were doing, huh?
  • “But… I don’t think his current condition has anything to do with these. Well, he’s hypertensive and his joints are swelling, which I thought it could be the gout my colleague took some notes about on his last appointment. But I thinks it’s something else.”
  • “What is it?” “Hum… he refused to answer me, and I don’t know if you would know , but… does your father make use of medication for erectile dysfunction? Viagra or cialis?” Oh god… “Not that I’m aware of.”
  • “Well, I’ve seem similar symptoms with patients who took more than one pill in a short amount of time, which causes palpitations and the swelling joints.”
  •  You allowed him to see his father while he was resting. “Are you proud of yourself, father?” “Don’t scold me, you’re my son.” “If you don’t tell the doctor about the Viagra, I will.”
  • You enter the room. “Are you feeling better, Mr. Han?” “So much better now that you’re here.” Oh… that’s why… he’s dazzled by the doctor. Jumin rolls his eyes remembering all the times his father said the exact same line to some nurses, who would giggle embarassedly. But not you, you keep a straight face.
  • “So… ready to tell me if you made use of some medication? Maybe an unnecessary extra dose?” his father kept silent. “He uses Viagra.” Jumin speaks.
  •  “I see, well, every medication has side effects, Viagra and Cialis can be dangerous for some people with heart diseases, especially if you take more than one dose in short time breaks. So, please be careful from now on.”
  • “I’ll make sure to keep an eye on him from now on.” “Well, this is a very intimate thing, but… it’s good to know you’re there for your father, Mr. Han. Make sure to rest a little more, okay?” “Anything for you, dear.” No reaction from you, you’re definitely a professional, huh?
  • “I can’t believe you were flirting with the doctor, father.” More because you weren’t like the women his father usually flirts with. Professional, polite, charming… wait, what?


Saeyoung

  • He got shot on his shoulder, and though it just grazed, the wound still looked pretty bad
  • The agency pays a lot of money to the doctors don’t shower them with questions and just prescript pills or whatever
  • But this new doctor apparently didn’t get the memo.
  • Because you asked a lot of questions while treating the wound
  •  “How did this happen?” “I didn’t see it, so I can’t tell.” Well, it was true, he didn’t see the shooter, he just dodged thanks to the GPS indicating their position.
  • “I need more details so I can fill the papers that you’ll take to the forensic examination, and…” “Oh, no need for that, doc, I’m not doing one.”
  • “What do you mean? You’re not reporting this? You were the victim of a crime.” Oh god… you look so worried, and you’re doing so much more than you obligation…
  • “Nah, I’m cool. Don’t worry, doc.” “But… what if the shooter is still looking for you?”
  • “Doc, I don’t know what they told you, but please be careful with the questions you ask. It’s a bullet, it grazed, that’s all you need to know.”
  • “But what if it has entered? I would have to operate you without knowing anything?” “You… would. I’m sorry, that’s how it works.” He tries to keep it cool and ignore the shivers he’s feeling from your touch in his shoulder and for how close you are.
  • “What is wrong with these people?” you mutter when you turn around to make some notes on his medical file. Oh… you don’t know all the details, but you probably know that the agency sent him
  • “So… agent…” “Call me Luciel.” What is he doing? Ugh… “Mr. Luciel, I recommend you take some rest and maybe go check a psychiatrist, being shot can bring a lot of emotional trauma. And… I took a look at your check up exams and your electrolytes are high, so go easy on the food with sodium like chips and beverage like soda. Please, be careful, okay?”
  • Well, he knew you were just trying to do your job, but you looked really concerned. You were so sweet and caring for being so worried with a filthy agent like him. He belongs among these people you mentioned, so there is something wrong with him, but someone so innocent and so willing to do what’s right wouldn’t know anything about this.
GOT7 / Their S/O waking up from a coma with no memory

Request: Hello can you plz do bts and got7 reaction to their s/o in coma because of accident after arguing with them and finally wake up after 2 months and lost memory… if you could 😂😂😂 thx

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy!

BTS VERSION IS HERE

TRIGGER WARNING! accidents resulting in hospital stay. Also, a looooot of angst.


Mark

Originally posted by jintuans

He knew you were really careless when you were emotional, so he made sure to never leave you alone after the two of you got into a fight. However, this time, his principles took the best of him and he didn’t check up on you until the next morning.

When he had finally called your number, your crying mother answered. Somehow, she managed to explain that you’ve gotten a severe concussion, resulting in a coma. Mark was already on his way to the car as soon as he heard that you’ve been injured.

The fear of losing you was so strong that Mark was afraid to leave your side and stayed in your hospital room all of the time. The nurses jokingly offered to place a bed for him in the room.

However, sometimes he had to leave – to go to the bathroom, or to get some food from the cafeteria. And exactly a month after your accident, he was coming back to your room with a tray of food, when he heard your mother’s voice. He thought she was telling you how much she needed you to wake up, so he didn’t want to bother her, and stopped in the hallway, outside of the door.

“Mark is going to be on cloud nine when he comes back!” he heard your mother say through the door.

He frowned in confusion.

“W-who?” a quiet voice responded, but Mark heard it as clear as day.

Dropping the tray to the floor in shock, he burst into the room to see your eyes opened and your mother crying tears of joy.

“Y/n!” he shouted, not even realizing what you’ve said before.

“I told you he’d be happy!” your mother said with a wide smile.

“M-mum,” you started cautiously, while Mark grabbed your hand to kiss it. “I don’t know h-him.”

Both, he and your mother froze, finally understanding. You didn’t remember him.

Mark removed himself from you, looking at you with a pained expression. This hurt him even more than the news of your accident.


JB

Originally posted by limwoohyuk

Both of you were very temperamental when it came to fighting. Which is why your arguments often escalated. However, the two of you had a rule never to go to sleep without making up first.

Seeing that it was already 11pm and you still haven’t returned home, he didn’t want to break the rule before going to sleep, so he dialed your phone number.

The horror he felt when your hysterical best friend picked up your phone, yelling about how you caused a car accident and were now in a coma, could not be described in words.

His entire world seemed to have stopped in that moment. It took him a few more minutes to break off from the trance, but by then he was already in the car, on his way to the hospital, cursing himself every few seconds.

Your best friend and he got into another fight in the waiting room of the hospital, with him blaming her for not calling him as soon as she found out about you, and her blaming him for the fact that you got into the accident in the first place.

Eventually, the doctor managed to settle the argument down and allowed both of them to see you.

Both of them spent the night by your bedside. Eventually, after you still haven’t woken up three days later, Jaebum told your best friend to go home.

And then he proceeded to apologize to you every day for the next few weeks, even though he knew you probably couldn’t hear him.

And then you woke up. He was asleep with his head on your bed, your hand in his, so he didn’t realize.

“Uhh,” you groaned, not sure if you wanted to wake him up, but waking him up anyway.

He was disoriented as he jumped up from the chair he was sitting on.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “You woke up? W-when?!”

“I’m sorry,” you said under your breath. “Y-you kept apologizing b-but I don’t know why… I don’t even know y-you.”

Jaebum thought he was still sleeping and this was just one of those anxiety-induced dreams. But it wasn’t. You were there, looking at him with confused, helpless eyes, while he watched you - the love of his life - not recognize who he was anymore.


Jackson

Originally posted by jypnior

Neither one of you liked it when you fought. Jackson, especially. He didn’t even want to let you storm out of your shared apartment, grabbing your hand and begging you to talk it out. However, you told him you needed space, and he let you go, not wanting to piss you off even more.

He had a bad feeling about this. At first, he thought it was just the anxiety caused by the fight you two just had, but then he received the call. As he listened to your mother’s panicked voice, he was already running down the stairs to get to his car and drive to the hospital.

After narrowly avoiding a speeding ticket, he finally got to the hospital to find your devastated family standing around your unconscious body in the hospital bed. After short explanations from each family member, Jackson found out that you were so upset you didn’t look where you were going and ended up walking down the road right in front of a car. The driver braked but it was too late, resulting in serious injuries that left you alive but caused you a coma.

Blaming himself for not holding onto you after the fight tighter, Jackson spent the entire time by your bedside.

You finally woke up three weeks later and Jackson was there next to you, having rehearsed the words he’d say to you a million times in his head.

“Baby,” he whispered, not being able to stop the smile from spreading on his face when he finally saw the color of your eyes again. “Can you hear me?”

“I can…” you started but then your voice cracked.

“Don’t talk, just listen,” Jackson said. “Y/n, I’m so sorry this happened to you. It’s completely my fault—”

“Wh-what happened?” you interrupted him. “Why am I in the hospital?”

“Oh. Right. There’s been an accident. We got into a fight and you—”

“We?” you asked, raising your hand from the bed slightly to gesture at the two of you. “Are you sure? B-because I don’t remember y-you.”

Suddenly, Jackson forgot every word to the speech he’s been rehearsing in his head all of those nights that he stayed by your bed, praying you’d wake up. This was not the response he imagined to get from you.

Shocked and hurt, he got up from the seat next to you.

“I’ll… I’ll call the doctor, okay?” he asked, suddenly looking for an excuse to be alone with his thoughts for a moment so he could control the tears that threatened to come.


Jinyoung

Originally posted by jypnior

It seemed as though this argument you two have been having has been going on for days. Eventually, the two of you stopped talking to each other altogether. Jinyoung heard you close the door of your apartment but he didn’t ask where you were going, even though he was worried about you getting lost in the blizzard that was in full force outside.

When it was already dark outside and you still haven’t returned, he got concerned. When he got ready to call you, he realized that his phone has been dead for God knows how long, so he plugged it in to charge it and soon noticed five missed calls from your number.

Feeling his heartbeat speed up, he quickly called you back.

He wasn’t expecting to hear your best friend’s voice, telling him that she was on her way to meet you for drinks, but you never showed up. Apparently, due to the blizzard, you hadn’t realized you were walking on ice, therefore you slipped, fell, and hit your head on the pavement, resulting in a skull fracture, and consequently, a coma.

Panicking, Jinyoung found a taxi to take him to the hospital, afraid to drive in this condition and in this weather.

Feeling guilty for not being there to stop you from going out in this weather, he tried to make it up to you by not leaving your side. Even your parents told him to go home but he refused and kept repeating that it was his fault you were here in the first place.

When you finally woke up from the coma two weeks later, he thought he was going to explode from happiness.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” he said, feeling so overwhelmed with relief that he was about to cry.

“Where am I?” you whispered after a while. And just as Jinyoung was about to answer, you continued. “Can you call my family?”

“Your family is on their way,” Jinyoung said, giving you an encouraging smile. “I’m here with you. I’m not leaving.”

“Okay,” you said, happy that you’re not alone.

At first, you didn’t dare to ask the question that kept nagging you since you saw him in your hospital room, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m sorry,” you said, interrupting Jinyoung who was retelling you everything that you’ve missed in those two weeks that you’ve been unconscious. “But… how do we know each other?”

Jinyoung immediately stopped talking, looking at you in horror.

“You don’t remember?” he asked, shocked. “I’m your boyfriend. We’ve been together for two years.”

You were really surprised to hear this. “I’m sorry. This feels like the first time I’m seeing you.”

Jinyoung stared at you in confusion and disbelief. How was it possible that the past two years of your life were completely wiped away from your memory? He had hoped the doctors would fix this because he was not going to let you go again.


Youngjae

Originally posted by jiminthebun

The two of you were in a car, on your way home from a restaurant. You were still arguing about something really irrelevant. However, you were both too into it to stop.

Unfortunately, arguments and slippery roads rarely went well together. Before Youngjae realized what happened, he had lost control of the car, not stopping before entering the main road, and driving into it right in front of a passing car.

The other vehicle hit your car from the passenger side, resulting in your hospitalization, while Youngjae barely suffered any injuries.

Even though the doctors wanted to stitch up his eyebrow that had split open during the crash, he refused to leave you alone, even if he knew the best doctors in the city were taking care of you. And yet, they still couldn’t do much. Waking up from a coma was up to you and you only.

The guilt Youngjae felt was indescribable. He held your hand, whispering how sorry he was every day, hoping you’ll hear him and forgive him soon.

A month later, when every single injury Youngjae suffered that night had already healed, you moved. It started out as slow movements of your fingers, but within a few hours you had opened your eyes, and a few more hours later, you could already talk.

“God, I’m so glad that you woke up,” Youngjae whispered as he clutched your hand to his heart, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears in. “All of this was my fault. I still can’t believe I wasn’t watching the road. I’m so sorry. I can’t even explain how sorry I am.”

“I don’t remember anything,” was the first thing you said.

Youngjae’s eyes popped open. “W-What?”

“I’m sorry,” you added. “But I have no idea who you are or what you’re talking about.”

Youngjae was having a hard time understanding this. Here he was, praying for your recovery every night, and that came true. Except now you had no idea who he was.

The guilt he felt before intensified when he started to think that he caused you to forget who he was by not looking after you enough. By not putting an end to your fight that night. By not controlling the car properly.


BamBam

Originally posted by jwxngs

You were always ignorant of your surroundings whenever you were upset or stressed. And after getting into a fight with BamBam, you were both. This has been your third fight this week, so naturally, you were starting to fear that he would break up with you.

The thoughts about having to break up with him were what preoccupied your brain when you started to cross the street without looking both ways. You thought you heard a car signal you but it was too late.

When BamBam found out you got into a car accident that caused you a coma, he wanted to scream. He controlled himself, however, but only because there were lots of people around. When he was left alone, he let himself express his grief in every way he knew how.

In the end, he decided he had to pull himself together and patiently wait until you woke up so he could tell you how sorry for everything he was and how he was never ever going to leave you.

After the longest two weeks of his life, you finally opened your eyes.

“Oh my God, Y/n,” BamBam gasped. “You’re awake! Finally! I’ve been worried sick. I’m so glad you opened your eyes.

“I…” you tried to talk but your throat was to try.

“I’ll call a nurse so she can bring you water because I’m not leaving your side,” he told you as he pressed the emergency button next to your bed. “Y/n… I’m so sorry you’re here. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I swear to you, I would never break up with you.”

“Break up?” you groaned quietly. “We’re… together?”

BamBam felt cold all of a sudden.

“Y-you don’t remember?” he asked slowly.

You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. “No.”

He shook his head in disbelief. There was no way he spent all of this time worrying about you only to hear that you don’t remember who he was anymore. He knew you two deserved a happy ending after all that happened. Why the hell were you not getting one, then?


Yugyeom

Originally posted by got7hoe

With the tears blurring your vision, you ran out of your apartment, leaving Yugyeom – who was still yelling – alone inside. All you could think about was how much you hated fighting. You didn’t even realize that you couldn’t see where you were going, and the stairs in the hallway of your building started sooner than you expected.

You lost your balance immediately and was forced to fall down the entire set of stairs. There were a few seconds when you haven’t lost your consciousness yet, and already in those seconds, you were too confused to understand what had just happened. And then you passed out.

And much to Yugyeom’s – who, unlike Jackson, didn’t manage to avoid a speeding ticket on his way to the hospital – sadness, you didn’t wake up from the coma caused by the heavy concussion, for a whole month.

He spent this entire time with you, not doing much else, other than staring at the wall of your hospital room, fearing that he’ll go insane if you don’t wake up soon.

Suddenly, an entire month after the accident, you woke up, startling him but also inflicting indescribable joy upon him.

“Y/n, thank God!” he shouted once he saw that you had opened your eyes.

“What..?” was all that you managed to ask.

“I’ll explain everything that happened,” Yugyeom said. “But first tell me does anything hurt? Should I call the doctor? The nurse? Anyone?”

“M-my family?” you tried. “Where are they?”

Yugyeom was a little sad to hear this but he understood. “They’ll be here. I’ll call them right now if you want me to.”

You nodded as much as the cast on your neck allowed you to. Yugyeom got his phone out and started to dial.

“H-how do you have their phone n-numbers?” you asked, suddenly realizing.

Yugyeom frowned in confusion. “Well, you gave them to me.”

“I did?”

Realization dawned on him. “You don’t remember.”

You stared at him not knowing what to say. You had no clue that you’ve forgotten something.

“Do you know who I am?” Yugyeom asked but his hands started to shake even before you answered.

“N-no,” you answered a little awkwardly.

Yugyeom’s entire world collapsed around him. As he watched your clueless eyes stare at him, he started to think he had truly gone insane in those days when he was waiting for you to wake up because there was no way that this was the reality.


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anonymous asked:

DADS REACTING TO DADSONA RISKING HIS LIFE FOR THEIR KID (Like pulling Carmensita out of the way of a car and getting hit himself etc etc...), plus the kids reactions and how they comfort their father?

I chose to go with car accident, as you suggested. The accident itself isn’t described in detail, nor the injuries, but there is ‘talk’ of broken bones and blood, so proceed with caution. - Mod Mare

It all happens so quickly and yet, time seems to stand still as you see a car turn the corner with screeching tires, heading straight for [kid(s)]. Before your brain can even register the situation, you’re on the road and push them aside, bringing yourself in the path of the car. You barely have the time to wonder why the driver ignored the red light when they hit you and send you flying through the air. Mercifully, you black out before you land again and before the pain can reach your brain.

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anonymous asked:

I don't want to bother you or stress you out if you're super busy, but can I request a Soulmate AU fic with Reader and Loki? I don't really have any specific plot ideas sorry but maybe some angst that ends fluffy? Hope that's ok for you 😊 Ps. You're an incredible writer x

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Soulmate!AU in which you get the same injuries as your soulmate does.

A/N: thank you so much for that compliment, my love! I have to be honest, I was a little worried about this prompt, because I’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to soulmate AU’s. I literally just know a single one and I didn’t like that with loki and reader, but then I stumbled across this one and I just fell in love with it and yes, I’ll stop talking now lol. hope you like it bb <333

                                                          *****

You made your rounds through the compound right now, wishing everyone well in the fight against Thanos.

You were a scientist, not a soldier, so you had to stay put in the compound while some of your best friends might give their life today.

It was tearing you apart that you couldn’t do much more than wish them luck.

The last person on your list to make your farewells to was Loki.

He was standing in front of a giant window, distracted by the outside world.

You slowly approached him and gently placed a hand on his arm, trying not to startle him. If it was even possible to startle an Asgardian god.

“Loki?”

He continued to look out of the window.

“It’s about to start.”

“Yeah. I know,” you lowered your hand and looked outside as well. After a moment of silence you looked at him again. “Promise me to be careful?”

The Asgardian only smiled a little. But it wasn’t a sincere one. You could tell right away.

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The Start of Something New Chapter 3 (Jughead x Reader)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

In which Jughead sees an aspect of the Reader that she never wanted him to see, and the Gang attempts to make amends.

“Jughead!“ Mrs. (L/N) called from the hallway. “Would you like to stay for dinner?“

“You don’t have to,“ (Y/N) silently mouthed at him.

Out of either fondness or fascination, Jughead found himself calling out, “I’d love to, Mrs. (L/N)!“

Though confused, (Y/N) returned her attention to the movie. Since Jughead had never read it, he convinced (Y/N) to put on the movie adaptation of Perks of Being a Wallflower on her laptop, much to her protest (”The book is much more powerful, Jug!”).

“The doctor told me that even if we can’t choose where we come from, we can still choose where to go from there,“ Charlie said to his siblings during his hospitalization.

(Y/N)’s eyes were wide, enthralled with the words she’s heard and read several times before. Jughead watched as she inhaled sharply and held her breath, hugging her arms around herself so tightly it was as if she’d come apart without them. Her nails dug into her back, wrinkling the fabric of her shirt.

“Are you okay?“ Jughead asked, leaning closer out of habit. Out of his habits with Betty.

(Y/N) broke from her trance. “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I just really like this movie.“ She laughed it off, abruptly shutting the laptop. “Let’s get dinner.“

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anonymous asked:

Please write something where Scully is attacked and Mulder helps her.

Some angst tonight! Tagging @always-angst, @today-in-fic and @fictober

After five years on the road with Scully, Mulder knows that motel room walls are paper-thin. So thin in fact that sometimes Mulder imagines watching Scully’s silhouette on the other side of the wall. They’re so thin that Scully can reiterate whatever movie he’s watched to fall asleep the night before. One of the reasons why, at least when they have adjoining rooms, Mulder no longer watches porn movies in his room. Tonight, they’re so thin that Mulder is woken by a gentle thumping noise against the wall. Thump, thump it goes without rhythm, hard, then harder. He rubs his eyes, listens. Thump, thump. Various scenarios run through Mulder’s mind as he gets up; he pays them no attention. Thump, thump. The adjoining door is unlocked and he tears it open, consequences be damned. Slivers of light stream in through the half closed blinds. They tear through the scene and paint it in surreal lighting. Mulder reacts before he even knows what is going on. There against the wall, pinned up high, is Scully. A large, fat hand around her throat keeps her there, strangulates and chokes her. Her feet dangle in the air, try to kick and fight. 

“Let her go!” Mulder’s yell reverberates through the room and the intruder turns to Mulder, bares his dirty, yellow teeth like an animal. His hand opens, lets go of Scully, who slips to the ground. Thump, only once; a sad sounds swallowed by the carpet. The attacker jumps at him and Mulder ducks. The other man crashes into the bedside table. Mulder watches him, prepares with balled fists, as his eyes catch Scully’s gun. He waits for the man to come at him again, avoids his fist, and finds himself on the other side. Mulder grabs Scully’s gun, aims and fires twice. The attacker collapses, goes down. Thud. Silence. 

“Scully.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he finds her on the ground, half leaning against the wall. His hands, like magnets, find her skin. Her throat is dotted with deep, dark purple spots. Her lips tinged bluish, her eyes closed and Mulder’s heart misses a beat. His hand is trembling as he checks for her pulse. Steady, strong. 

“Scully? Can you hear me? Scully?” She groans, but doesn’t open her eyes. Mulder doesn’t want to let go of her, let her out of his sight, but they need an ambulance and the police. “I’ll be right back, Scully.” He whispers and lets go of her hand. Mulder uses Scully’s cell phone to make the calls before he kneels down in front of her again. He doesn’t let go of her when the police arrives and asks him what happened. Her hand is still in his when they take her into the ambulance. Someone mentions he’s not wearing a shirt as the ambulance rattles through the street. Up until now, Mulder hasn’t even noticed.

They make him let go of her hand in the hospital. He screams and fights, but they wheel her away. ‘We’ll take care of your girlfriend’, a young doctor remarks before he hands Mulder green scrubs and jogs away. Mulder puts the rustling shirt on, his whole body shivering in cold or shock. The moments stretch on. Each time a door swings open, Mulder startles, waits. He should call Mrs. Scully, he knows. But what would he tell her? Your daughter was attacked by a mad robber. Not even case related. I couldn’t keep her safe, Mrs. Scully. Too many monsters and demons, too many mad men. Just a bad motel in a bad neighbor, a coincidence. He can’t call her, not now; it’ll have to wait. Let her sleep in peace for one more night. ‘We’ve been looking for this guy for ages’, a police officer praised him as they took the body away. Mulder barely heard the words and stared instead at the dent in the wall where Scully had kicked her feet against. Thump, thump. 

“Mr. Mulder?” The young doctor from earlier walks towards him, finally.  

“Can I see her?” That’s all he wants, needs. The doctor nods.

“She asked for you. She’s got a concussion, neck lesions. She’s strong, though. We’ll have to wait and see, but it looks like physically there’ll be no lasting damage. Psychologically it’s too early to tell. She seems tough.”

“She is.” Mulder answers. He wants to push the poor doctor out of the way and get to Scully. “I need to…” The doctor nods, understanding. He lets Mulder through. 

“Hi.” Mulder can’t help but smile as he sees Scully propped up in bed. There’s a bandage around her neck and her head where she must have suffered a wound. 

“Hi.” Her voice is raspy and Mulder swallows hard. 

“Do you know… do you remember what happened?“ Mulder asks her and sits down at the edge of her bed. He puts his hand on hers as it is resting on her leg. She nods. Her eyes are clear and determined. That’s my Scully, he thinks.

"I already told the police. They said you shot him?” Now it’s Mulder who nods. 

“I am so sorry, Scully. I should have been there sooner. I should have-” Scully puts her free hand over his and he quiets.

“None of this is your fault, Mulder. It could have happened to anyone, anywhere.”

“But it happened to you.” While on a case. While he was sleeping in the next room. “We’re going home, Scully. I don’t care about the case, I don’t care-”

“Mulder, no. We’re staying. At a different motel maybe,” she smiles at him and he blinks at her. How can she smile? How can she comfort him after what she’s just been through? Mulder laces his fingers with hers. He could have lost her today, again, and not to some unknown entity, or some invisible monster. “They said I could leave tonight.” She finishes, staring at their entwined hands.

“I’d rather you stay here, Scully. Just for one night.”

“Are you the doctor now?” She pokes his scrub-clad chest. "Green suits you.“

"No, I’m… I’m just worried about you. Wherever you sleep tonight, I’ll stay with you." 

"I don’t need you to-”

“I need to, Scully,” he squeezes her hand; he won’t let go. Even if he wanted to, he can’t. Needs to feel her skin against his, needs to know she’s safe now. Staring into her eyes, he knows that if he could, if she’d let him, he’d never leave her side ever again. Night or day. “I need to be with you tonight, Scully. Will you let me, please?" Her face is unreadable and he waits. He’d wait forever. Then, with a small nod and a faint blush, she nods.

"You can stay.”

Meningitis (Tony Stark X Sick!Child!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Sick!Child!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Iron Man

Warnings: Meningitis, sickness, swearing

ANGST, FLUFF

Request: Tony with a sick kid? I’m sick and need comfort


Originally posted by joshholloway

You had just got comfy. You had woken up half way through the night sweating yet freezing, bile making its way up your throat. You had managed to not make a mess, getting to the bathroom in time, but now you had a stomach ache, your head was throbbing and you just didn’t want to move. You’d wrapped yourself into a burrito of blankets, freezing your ass off and closing your eyes as an attempt to stop the pain in your head, and putting a hand on your stomach. Your shivers had just ceased, the pains seeming to numb.

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA + Saeran react to MC breaking up with them and then years later finding MC married and with kids

it’s a loooong one! (some angst!)


Zen:

- he regretted every day ever since you left him

- he knows it’s entirely his fault because he neglected you and never appreciated you despite the fact that you loved him and helped him so much in his career

- he didn’t dare to look for you afterwards because you guys ended on such a bad note with screaming and crying

- you didn’t leave the RFA or the chatroom, but every time you were logged in, he would leave and he would only show up for a while during a RFA party before disappearing completely

- the others wanted to help you guys but apparently there was nothing for them to do because the both of you didn’t want to see or know about each other’s lives

- but after five years of struggling with his career and life and accepting the truth, he’s ready to move on

- he’s finally has got a good musical and he’s on the way to the venue when he sees you

- at first he didn’t believe it, he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him until you look at him

- you are absolutely stunning and much more happier than you were with him

- before he can say anything, your 4 year-old son runs up to you and hugs you

- he’s speechless but he forces a smile

- you smile back and walk up to him with your son in your arms

- “hi, Zen.”

- “hey, MC.”

- he pushes back his tears and asks you for a hug which you gave after putting down your son

- it’s a comforting hug, a hug that meant there were no more bad blood between the two of you

- if you’re happy, Zen’s happy for you too


Jumin:

- work got in the way of your relationship; work always got in the way of everything

- his father never approved of you and forced Jumin to marry a rich socialite for business purposes

- and when Jumin gives in to his father, you’re furious and left his penthouse that night

- he has never seen you again since

- six years down the road and he’s attending a company party with his wife

- and then he laid his eyes on you, the most beautiful woman in the room right now 

- you look absolutely gorgeous in your sparkling red gown

- he knows his wife is talking to him but he can’t hear her at all

- then he sees a man carrying a little girl in his arms coming to you and he forces himself to look away, he doesn’t need to know more

- he turns to his wife and just leads her away to meet the other business partners

- as long as you’re happy that’s enough for him, but the only regret is that he’s not with you


Yoosung:

- the reason you broke up with him was because he was still behaving like a child

- he promised to change and ditch his gaming habit late into the night but once he got into LOLLOL, he ignores everything else and you

- you have had enough so you left

- he was a total mess and he’s angry at himself

- he made sure he studied hard and become a doctor to win you back and most importantly become an adult

- but it was too late when he found out that you already left the country

- it hurt him of course but there was nothing he could do since Seven had promised you not to tell anyone your location

- four years later he’s a famous and successful doctor and he’s been invited to a doctor’s conference in the States

- he couldn’t believe seeing you at the airport

- he ran straight up to you with his luggage behind him

- you’re surprised too but you eventually smile

- “look at you, Doctor. Kim. Congrats.”

- he wants so much more than just a congratulations but before he can say anything, your husband and your two kids come up to you

- Yoosung is absolutely heartbroken but you’ve made your choice and he respected it

- his fellow doctors are calling him back so he turns to leave

- “it was good seeing you, MC. really good.”


Jaehee:

- it was a mutual break up; the both of you agreed that your relationship was slowly becoming stale

- Jaehee was too busy with her job and you wanted something more than just casual dating

- even though you two broke up, you two are still friends, but not as close as before

- and then you both eventually drifted

- the next time she sees you, you’re happily married with two kids

- she goes up to you and you’re happy to see her

- you guys promise to catch up one day over coffee

- she still feels a little sad but you deserve a happy life 


Seven:

- secret agent missions were never ending despite Seven leaving that job

- he was constantly called back to clean up jobs he didn’t finish and honestly you were tired of it

- he always said “this is the last one” but there’s never an end to it

- so you broke up with him

- he loves you too much for you to leave but you’ve already made up your mind

- you told him not to use his hacking skills to track you down

- and since you were long gone, Seven went back to being an agent

- seven years later, he’s dressed in a hotel staff uniform and standing behind the concierge desk for his undercover mission

- that’s when he sees you, your husband and your twins checking into the hotel

- he decides not to meet you and just watch you from afar

- his heart aches but at least you are happy

- he never ever wants to see you miserable and he’s glad you’ve found someone worth being with


V:

- you two broke up because he was still living in the past - he can’t get over Rika and his actions

- you tried so many times to get him out of the funk and you know it’s not easy but he doesn’t make any attempt to improve himself

- and you just gave up

- he didn’t know you were the best thing that ever happened to him until you left him

- he tried so hard to find you to apologise to you but he never found you

- years later he’s walking in the streets and comes face-to-face with you

- you excuse yourself from your husband and little boy to talk to him

- he shoots a sad smile and quickly apologises to you, he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity again, even though it may already be too late

- you smile back at him and ask if he’s doing well

- obviously he’s not, but he’s doing well in his therapy sessions

- he looks over your shoulder and at your family

- he and your husband give each other an understanding nod

- “please don’t make me keep you from your loved ones. we’ll see each other some day soon.”

- and then he left quickly so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes


Unknown:

- the reason for break up was because you wanted a family and kids but Saeran is obviously against it

- every time you brought up the issue he would avoid it and eventually you guys fought

- so you left him and you pleaded him not to chase after you

- he was not happy so he tried to keep tabs on you

- but you made sure he’ll never find you because you told Seven to keep him off of your back

- when Saeran knew Seven was helping you, he was upset and angry

- he eventually gave up and never thought about loving anyone at all

- three years later he sees you in the hospital

- he wants to approach you but you’re cradling a newborn in your arms and your husband is pushing your wheelchair

- you’re happy with a loving husband by your side, and your baby girl

- that’s something he can never provide you with

Underneath the Bandages

Summary: Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Warnings: vomit, hospitals, head injuries, fainting, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 6.7k

A/N: Disclaimer, probably not my best work but I wrote it so here you go.


A loud thump from Dan’s room interrupted the TV programme I was watching. At first I thought it was nothing, but as I replayed the sound in my head, it started to bother me. He probably just dropped something, he was known for his butterfingers, but something made me worry that it could be something serious.

I turned the volume off on the TV and called out his name, “DAN!?”

There was no reply.

To ease my mind I decided I would go and check everything was okay. I stood up, slipping my phone into my pocket and made my way to Dan’s room. The door was shut, so I knocked, again saying Dan’s name loudly. When there was again no reply, I decided I would go in. I guess he could be asleep and maybe the noise came from the neighbours, but something in the back of my mind told me that I needed to know.

I opened the door and was met with a sight that I had not prepared myself to see; Dan lying, naked, on the floor.

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Busy - [EXO] Dr!Chanyeol Au

[A/N] So my doctor-to-be friend came over to take me out to dinner, and he’s been so grateful that he passed his fourth year exam flawlessly, and decided to drain my money by coming over, so this was slightly inspired by him. So pray that he’ll be an orthopedist one day, he’s amazing and kind. And single.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol


You just got off the phone with your mother and apart from screaming at your little brother to come out of his room, she just complaints how she’s having indigestion, every now and then.

You didn’t have to ask why because she’s will answer that question for you, without even having a second to think about how it will hurt you. “…because you’re not married yet. Your friends are having their honeymoons, having a second baby, getting hitched, being in a relationship…” and then she proceeds to tell you the darndest thing, “What about you.”

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

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Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”

“Definitely.”

Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”

“Monday?”

He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.