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Face the Raven (S09E10) // Oxygen (S10E05)

The Doctor getting much-needed comfort during two very difficult moments in his life. Deep down, we all know he craves the love and affection provided by his human friends. He may come across as grumpy or distant at times, but he still has a heart. Two of them to be exact. ;) ♥♥

With All My Heart - Part 7

Word Count: 2913

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations, some self loathing/self esteem issues

A/N: Tags for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated

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Jensen sat at your bedside long after all the tests had been done, running his thumb over your knuckles. He’d sent Jared home after a lengthy argument that he’d be fine to wait alone, that he should go get some rest and be with Gen and the kids. They’d loaded you up with so much medication there was really no way to tell when you’d fully wake up anyway. He promised to call if anything changed.

He was half asleep when your free hand shot up to your face, clawing at the oxygen mask to try and get it off. “Shh, Y/N, stop.” Jensen grabbed your hand and lowered it back down, waiting for your eyes to stop wildly searching the room and focus on him. “It’s ok, you’re alright. You gotta keep that on, though. At least for now.” You fought against him, determined to get the mask off your face. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic and you had no idea you were even in a hospital or why he was forcing you to wear it but you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. “Sweetheart, calm down. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting and I’ll explain everything and then I’ll get a nurse and see if we can get the mask off, ok?”

You finally stopped struggling, relaxing against the bed and taking in your surroundings. “Why am I in a hospital?” You finally asked and Jensen smiled at the sound of your voice. He was starting to think you weren’t able to speak.

“They said you probably had a mini stroke.” Jensen answered. “They ran a bunch of tests and I told ‘em about how sick you were when we met. There’s no really easy way to tell you this…”

“So tell me.”

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I’m fine, just sore

So I had a slight accident at work earlier this week involving some slick stairs, a feather light box of bandages that I, unfortunately, held onto for dear life, the concrete ground and my dumb ass. It ended with me being driven to the hospital in my own rig and then given the all clear some hours later.

During this time, my asshole coworkers insisted I wear a C-collar, insisted that I let them tape a cold compress to my head, and also insisted that I sit in the back of my own rig.

They laughed at me the entire way, especially when I took the forming goose egg on the back of my head as permission to curse them out. My partner (the asshole) offered to strap an NRB to my face (a nonrebreather – an oxygen mask) and to go light/sirens for me.

I also texted my roommate the situation and included the phrase “It’s okay, it’s not going to concussion” while simultaneously demanding that she feed me Bachelor spoilers.

Also, we all should appreciate nurses more, I love nurses. Because doctors? Are assholes who poke people in the head and make them take out their earrings.

(JK, I love doctors too)

Then to top it all off, my coworker drove me home, basically incoherent from a high dose of percocet with dry mouth from hell, where I apparently kept losing my train of thought mid sentence. To compensate, I’d just stare at my roommate like she’d fill in the blank.

BUT I’m fine and don’t have a concussion and I got the day off work. So I think we all know the real winner here.

(It’s me. I am the winner. Me.)

THE MANDELA EFFECT PT. 2 [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: did not expect the part one to have a lot of reads in one day but thank you!! this part two of the imagine is the continuation of the supposed fanfic i was going to make, so as you can probably notice, it follows the story line of the flash’s third season and is also written in third person.

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4

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The sun shone brightly as Y/N along with Barry marched towards the rocky shore, heading to the place where Julian Albert was examining the latest skin husk. Barry was trailing behind you, noticing that from the short time he has spent with Y/N in this new timeline, she was an independent woman who knew how to get work done.

Y/N, on the other hand, noticed every different movement Barry has been showing since yesterday. When he suddenly ran off and left her in their apartment, Y/N already began to get suspicious. For that whole day, it didn’t seem like the two spoke too much, probably because Barry was taking in his brand new life by bits and pieces, visiting his old friend Felicity Smoak to listen to him. Or perhaps he didn’t know how to act towards Y/N and purposely avoided her throughout the day in fear of confrontation.

“Julian, I thought you could use some help on this one. You know, the two heads thing and all.” Y/N called out to the man who was crouched down, taking some evidence for tests later on.

Julian turned around to take a look on who was speaking, noticing Barry that made him automatically scowl.

“I don’t need any help, Detective.” he told Y/N, “Especially from him.” he nodded towards Barry’s direction.

Barry ignored this and instead crouched down as well to take a better look on what was on the rocks. “What is that?” he asked.

“Another epidermal husk, Allen. A fully intact human pelt, comprised of nothing but the stratum corneum.” Julian was quick to respond, noticing Barry’s clueless expression in which he looked at Y/N, “You see what I mean?”

Y/N sighed but said nothing.

Barry rolled his eyes. “Do we have any theories as to what’s causing them?”

“Well, I’ll take a wild guess at it and say it’s the same thing that created the last four husks.” Julian answered sarcastically.

“Spalling could be caused from toxic epidermal necrolysis, or maybe some kind of moist desquamation from intense radiation exposure.” Barry suggested as he looked at Y/N.

It was the first time they have even made eye contact since yesterday and Barry felt as if his stomach dropped. He was still talking though, and Y/N/s gaze on his face caused him to stammer.

“We’ve had a lot of …” Barry trailed.

“Radioactive metas.” Julian finished his sentence for him. “Yes, thank you, Allen. I’ve read all the case studies. I’ll tell you what, when I figure it out, I’ll enlighten you then, shall I?”

Barry forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks.” he said before standing up and putting his sunglasses on.

Y/N chuckled at his obvious state of annoyance towards his co-worker and stood beside him. “Let me guess, you hate him.” she mused.

Barry sighed, “How have I worked with this guy for the past year?”

“Patience. Extreme patience.” she answered.

“Makes sense.” Barry muttered.

Y/N turned back to Julian, “Hey, are you certain that Barry can’t take a sample or something to speed things along?”

Julian stood up, “I’m sure, Detective.” he gave Barry a disappointed look, “Quite sure.”

Barry nodded.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately understood why, speeding over then and getting his own sample without getting noticed. They turned around as Barry readjusted his case, Y/N walking closer to his side to say something.

“You might wanna get that to S.T.A.R. Labs.” she looked up at him since he was much taller than her.

Barry nodded. “Yeah.”

As they climbed up to the steps, Barry offered a hand to Y/N to help her push herself up since they were a bit high. She gladly took it and smiled gratefully at the gesture. When they reached the top, Y/N didn’t bother to let go of Barry’s hand, in which the speedster’s neck suddenly became hot because of the skin contact.

“You’ve been acting very differently.” Y/N began. “It’s like you always find a way to avoid me and if I touch you you flinch.”

Barry’s mouth felt dry. “Uh, what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Y/N chuckled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Barry’s heart beat became instantly fast at how observant she was, and how she managed to know something wasn’t right in the span of being with Barry for only two days.

He let go of her hand in that moment, guilt filling his head, causing Y/N to arch an eyebrow. “Barry, are you really sure that everything is —”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” he said, “But I can’t lie to you like this. You really seem like a nice girl and …” he sighed.

“What?” she asked.

“I just need time to think about what we’re supposed to be.” he explained. “Because I don’t honestly know.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “You don’t know? What kind of crap of an excuse is that supposed to be?”

Barry was intimidated by how she was speaking to him right now and how her eyes pierced through his.

“You wouldn’t understand.” he reasoned.

Y/N snorted, “I’m sure I would. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what we are after being my boyfriend for a year.”

He widened his eyes. “A year?”

“Yes, a whole year.” she said.

Barry sighed and frustratingly ran his finger through his hair. “Y/N, I think we need to talk.”

She scoffed because of what he said, “I think we really do, Barry.”

In that moment, Barry carried her bridal style back to their supposedly shared apartment. Y/N didn’t seem to be surprised at his actions, it almost seemed as if she had expected it.

“Okay, so explain.” she urged him.

Barry licked his lips, “What I’m about to tell you is really crazy and I need you to promise me to keep it to yourself before telling the others. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this but you’re not even supposed to be here in the first place so –”

“Excuse me?” Y/N cut him off in shock of what he claimed.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “Just please, Y/N, promise me. Just trust me on this.”

Y/N looked at him and sighed. “I’ve always trusted you, Barry.”

With that statement, his face softened, and then he started to explain.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You’re telling me that right after Henry died in this” – she made air quotes with her hands – “original timeline, you went back to the night when your mother died and stopped the Reverse-Flash from killing her. And then you lived in another timeline which is called Flashpoint where both of your parents are alive and you are not the Flash. Then when you went back and changed the timeline again, Iris and Joe aren’t speaking and I am suddenly your girlfriend.”

“Well, if you put it that way it does sound a little surreal.” Barry pointed out.

Y/N found herself sitting down on the chair inside their kitchen, gripping the mug she has been holding for the whole time they talked. Barry took the seat beside her, not really knowing what to tell her when he basically just told the poor girl that he didn’t love her and didn’t even remember every single thing that happened for the past year while Y/N considered it as the best year of her life.

She shrugged, “It’s not surreal if you’re the Flash and really do have the ability to travel back to time.”

Barry pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N. You needed to know.”

“I know.” she nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears at the realization. “I just - I just need time to think clearly.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry. She also felt like she has been punched in the face and the oxygen in her body was knocked out of her system. How was she supposed to react when the boy she truly loved claimed that he doesn’t even know her nor even loved her back. She could feel her breathing getting faster by each minute that passed.

“Where are you going?” Barry had asked when Y/N abruptly stood up, got her bag, and headed towards the door.

She looked back, “Somewhere where I can be alone with my thoughts.” she said, gently closing the door shut then, the tears in her eyes escaping and falling on her cheeks.

Just the way you are!

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Her eyes, Her eyes                                                                                                                         makes the star look like they’re not shining                                                                    Her hair, Her hair                                                                                                            Falls perfectly without her trying                                                                                   She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day 

 ~

Klaus watched as you fiddled with your finger, avoiding eye contact. Your gaze traveled everywhere, from the beautiful sunset to the glowing city below the hills. You were nervous, this was not your first date with Klaus. Actually, you’ve had many over the years but every time, it was like your first, he had this effect on you. 

Finally, your eyes locked with his and you were mesmerized. Klaus fell deep into your eyes, he loved the way your eyes sparkle full of life, the way your eyes light up when you discover something new, your eyes alone can light up his life brighter than the stars that light up the universe. The (E/C)ness of your eyes makes him melt like a puddle something he never felt before. 

His eyes followed your hands as they held a lock of your hair before pushing it behind your ear. But almost instantly it fell right back to where it was originally placed making you grown in displeasure.  He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you were. His deep chuckle made you blush, as the tiny bit of pink spread across your cheeks. 

“you’re beautiful you know that right” Klaus mumbled taking a hold of your chin making you look into his eyes. 

~

I know, I know                                                                                                        When I compliment her she won’t believe me, and                                       It’s so, It’s so                                                                                                                 Sad to think, she don’t see what I see                                                                                               But every time she asks me “if I look ok?” I say 

~

You smiled knowing he would always say that to you just to see you smile 

“you always say that, and you know I always disagree” you mumbled 

“I know love but as long as you disagree I’m going to keep telling you until you realize how beautiful you truly are” he whispered in your ear making shivers run right down your spine 

“I honestly don’t see what you see in me” you sighed looking down 

“I see the world in you love, you are my world. Full of wonders and beauty”        

“I-Uh, you always seem to leave me speechless”     

Klaus smiled a victorious smile as you blushed darker from his previous complement, He couldn't help but think back to a few hours ago when you were getting ready for the date.

he watched as you put the small amount of makeup, which only consisted of mascara and eyeliner. You turned around to him with a smile and looked down shyly fixing up your outfit.

“Do I look okay?”

Klaus looked you up and down savoring every bit of this moment. You were wearing a white floral dress with black flats. He couldn’t help but notice the way the dress clings onto your curves making him groan in satisfaction, You were beautiful and he felt lucky to have someone like you as his own. 

~

When I see your face,                                                                                                 There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                 cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are

~

“you know even the little amount of makeup you wear is not needed, you look beautiful without it too love. You don’t just look okay, you look gorgeous baby girl. Every time I look at you I know there is nothing I would ever change about you, cause you are perfect to me and I could never ask for more”

Klaus stepped towards your blushing figure and placed a kiss on your soft and warm lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck smiling into the kiss. Like always when you kissed him you felt fireworks.          

Klaus smiled at the memory that took place a few hours ago. Every time he hears your name he can’t help but smile thinking how beautiful you are on the inside and out. 

It was getting dark and stars started to light up the sky.

You looked up and the stars twinkled in your eyes, he always knew your eyes shined brighter than the stars but watching them at this moment left him awestruck.

“aren’t they beautiful” (Y/N) asked 

“indeed they are”

“They always seem to light up the sky no matter the weather, they are so beautiful. I love watching the stars I feel connected to the earth, I don’t really know why. They turn darkness into light. You can always count on the stars to light up the world in darkness" 

"You know love, you’re the star in my life. You always seemed to bring out the light in me when I’m with you. You’re the light in my dark world”

“Don’t say that Klaus, there was always light in you, you just needed help finding it”

“It seems like you’re the right girl to help me reach the light love. No one can ever replace you, you are the most beautiful girl I ever knew in my entire lifetime. I love you (Y/N)”

“Don’t say such things to me, it makes me embarrassed,” you said looking down blushing

~

Her lips, Her lips                                                                                                           I could kiss them all day if she let me,                                                               Her laugh, Her laugh                                                                                             She hates, but I think it’s so sexy,                                                                              She’s so beautiful and I tell her every day 

~

Klaus reached over pinning you down on the blanket from the small picnic earlier. 

“you know everytime you blush, it makes you even cuter and I just can’t resist you, love” he growled into your ear 

This caused a total hysteria of butterflies in your stomach. Klaus slowly leaned down touching his warm lips with your own, the feeling was indescribable, it was pure bliss. You felt as if the world didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered at this moment was Klaus and you. 

Klaus nibbled at your lips asking for entrance which you gladly accepted, his tongue darted into your mouth exploring your wet cavern. The mini battle of dominance was won by none other than Klaus. 

You both pulled away in need of oxygen. Your face was flushed, blood was rushing around so fast and you can hear your heart beating rapidly as Klaus’s lips traveled their way down to your neck. He was nibbling and sucking on your sweet spot making you groan in pleasure. 

You were 100 percent sure there was going to be love bite on your neck the next morning but you didn’t care. The love Klaus was showing you right now was all that mattered to you. 

Klaus loved the way you were so vulnerable with him, the way your lips tasted like strawberry and chocolate and the feeling of your soft locks as they tangled themselves into his fingers. The way your delicate body fits with his, and how your small fragile fingers played with his hair. He loved everything about you. You gave him immeasurable pleasure. The pleasure you both felt day in and day out.

Klaus’s hand traveled to your side and wondered towards your ticklish part. You began to protest knowing you would laugh like a mad woman and you hated it. But Klaus refused to listen. He started tickling your sides, you were a giggling mess and those giggles turned into full blown laughter as he kept tickling. 

“K-k-k-kl-klu-Klaus pl-p-ple-please s-s-sto-stop” you breathed through your laughter 

Klaus admired the way you looked so carefree and delicate when you were beneath him, laughing like nothing mattered. The sweet melody of your voice rang through his ears like music, he can’t help but want to hear more and more of this infectious tune. 

~

Oh you know, you know, you know                                                                          I’d never ask you to change,                                                                                         If perfect’s what you’re searching for then just stay the same,                           So don’t even bother asking if I look okay                                                              You’ll know I’ll say 

~

Suddenly Klaus just stopped and stared at you. 

“Uh are you okay, is something wrong" 

"no, no, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are and how in the world did I get a girl so perfect and down to earth like you to be my girl”

“I’m not perfect and definitely not what you think of me, but I do know you’re worth my time and I love you wholeheartedly Klaus Mikaelson. and to answer the question of how you got me, it’s simple I saw the light in you”

“You always seem to amaze me, no matter how evil they are you always see the light in them, you have such a pure heart that I’m scared I might ruin it”

“Don’t be silly, you could never do that to me, as long as you’re with me, I  know nothing can hurt me, not even you”

“You know love, you are perfect the way you are, I would never what you to change no matter how many times I tell you this, its the truth. I love this woman I see in front of me and I will love you always and forever”

“I love you to Klaus Mikaelson”

You both leaned in for a small kiss while smiling. It was perfect, sitting under the stars, as the wind softly rubbed against your skin and the sounds of nature played a song. You were both lying on the blanket holding hands as you lay on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat while watching the stars. The night was Perfect, just like the both of you.                

~

When I see your face,                                                                                    There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                  cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are

~

Just Some Cancer Kids

Masterpost: {x}

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Basically TFIOS, you know the drill most likely

Word Count: 4,069

Tags: @hamilton-of-issues, @demonwolfnightmare, @jeffmadsrqandrp, @melonhamster, @mishaisakitten, @bestfluteninja, @nitrogennerd, @weareallhamiltontrash, @closestfriendivegot, @nefarism

A/N: So I wanted to do this because a) angst b) Jamilton c) several of my family members have died from cancer so I can relate somewhat. BY the way, I do use some actual quotes like the “it’s a metaphor” part just so you know.


Cancer. It was a six letter word that scared anyone senseless, for relatively understandable reasons. After all, an average of over half of a million people died from it a year.

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Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 8

She drove him to the beach. He couldn’t believe it. Next time, he won’t just tell someone to drive anywhere, next thing he knows he’ll be on the other side of the country. 

But for some reason he didn’t want to tell her to turn back. Instead, he rolled his windows down and felt the breeze moving through his hair and beating against his face, depleting him from oxygen by how fast she was going. It made him think of other things.

But when she asked him if he was okay, he never expected the question so he responded in the way he felt. Surprised. But he knew how he said it hurt her feelings and he was surprised he cared. She was being genuine. It probably took a lot for her to ask, considering how he is. 

“No,” he admits, feeling the air being sucked out of him. He felt so drained, more than before. So…lifeless in admitting how he truly felt, “I’m not okay,” He looks away once she turns around, squeezing his eyes shut. He never spoke of his feelings, not even to Jesse who he considered to be his best friend, and who he also hurt with his words. 

But for her, even though they came off to a rough start, he wanted to start over. 

She’s beside him again, looking up at him and he can’t look at her. She places her hand on his arm and he lowers his head to his chest. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she tells him and he looks to the sea again, not believing her words. She gently holds his chin, looking him in the eyes, “You’re gonna be okay,” 

All of a sudden, B/N feels like he’s forgetting that he wasn’t okay and realizing now that he truly was okay. Why was he not okay again? Her eyebrows furrow, her fingertips touching her lips.

“I’m…gonna be okay,” he repeats and she nods with an encouraging smile. 

He’s still rearranging his mind when she glances at him and says, “Take off your shoes,” and he does so without question. 

And it’s because she glanced and didn’t lock eyes with him that it begins to click. He feels a sinking feeling in his gut, his heart racing. 

She’s controlling me. 

And she doesn’t even know it. 


They walk for a while together, his feet planted on the sand while she’s ankle-deep in the water. He avoids her eyes now, looking at his surroundings. She doesn’t seem to notice what she’s done. 

“I know you saw me at the warehouse,” he says. 

“As I said, I didn’t see anything,”

“Actually, you said you wouldn’t say anything. What did you see?”

She goes further into the water away from him until her rolled up jeans begin to get wet, “Looked like a tradeoff,”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah,”

“You didn’t hear anything?”

She shakes her head, “No,” He doesn’t believe her, but he doesn’t press her either, “Why aren’t you okay?” she asks, “If you wanna talk about it,” 

His puts his hands in his pockets, “Been rethinking my career. It seems to have a lot of…occupational hazards,”

“That’s it?” she asks.

He wanted to mention his ability for some reason, speak to someone who is now like him. Ask if she’s ever heard of it. Ask her if she knows what she’s capable of. But he doesn’t know if she suspects him of anything so he doesn’t want to dig his own grave.

He also wanted her to touch his arm again, feel her reassuring energy flow through him.

“That day must’ve stressed you out a lot,” she says and he agrees. It’s only now that he feels recharged, “Jesse’s also a nice guy,” 

He looks at her suspiciously, “He’s alright,”

“Are you two related?”

“No,” he watches her, wondering something else, “Why so many questions about him?”

She shrugs, walking ahead of him, “Just wondering,”

B/N follows her, kicking sand, “Why wonder about him?”


You both stay out until the sun begins to set and decide to watch that too. You’re sitting in the sand, the wind is chillier, the sea still raging but now the sky is orange and pink and red. 

When last have you actually taken a moment to truly relax instead of thinking about your next paycheck? 

B/N also seems relaxed beside you, engulfed in his own thoughts and you consider trying telepathy again but can’t bother. You let it go. It doesn’t make sense.

That’s when you see him tilt his body to the side, his head in the sand. 

“What are you doing?”

“Have you ever looked at the world from a different perspective?” he asks. 

“Huh?” 

“Look,” 

You follow his lead, looking at the sky upside down. The ocean looks like the sky, the sun and the clouds the earth. The sight is so other-worldly that you stay in that position, wishing that this was how the world truly looked. 

You sit up right, feeling the blood rushing back to your body. His face is red, sand in his hair and a big smile on his face. 

“Looks amazing right?” he asks. 

You don’t know whether to stare at the sky or him. You nod, “It does,” 

“It’s like looking up when in a plane instead of down. You’re so close to space and the sky is dark too,” He’s excited to say all of this, like a kid. 

He moves closer to you to brush your hair with his hands. 

“Sand must be hell to get out of curly hair. Is there sand in mine?” 

“Lots,” you’re cleaning his hair while he did the same for you. He’s dusting the sand from your forehead when he stops, looking at your entire face. 

Your pulse is quickening and you’re not understanding why. He isn’t doing anything. 

“Thank you,” he says, “for taking me out here,” 

“Today’s price is really going to be a $1000,” 

He rolls his eyes with a smile, getting to his feet. He holds your hand, pulling you up and you both decide to head for the car. It’s almost nightfall and since there are no streetlights and barely any moonlight, it will be pitch black soon.

“Where’d you park the car?” 

“Over….there,” you say. You don’t see your car and before you panic you remember that you two walked for a very long time. Meaning, you were far from your car. And the sun was setting fast.  

“Where’d we put our shoes?” you ask him. 

“I put mine with yours,” 

You both sigh, knowing you’ll have to feel the sand to find them. 

“You have your phone?” he asks you. 

“No, I left mine in the car,” 

Another set of sighs. 

“You at least have your car keys, right?” 

You feel your pocket, “Yes,” 

This time a sigh of relief. 

You both walk in silence, the only sound are your feet trudging in the sand, the breeze and the waves of the ocean. 

The sun has completely sunk and it’s incredibly dark. You can barely make out his silhouette beside you. But soon you can’t see or hear him anymore and call out for him. Where did he go?

“B/N?” you look around but there’s nothing to see because it’s pitch black, “If you’re messing with me this isn’t funny!” 

You decide to keep walking. If you get to your car, you can look for him then. But then you hear slapping in the water, and you instinctively move from it. 

You can’t even run because you don’t know what’s around you. Could trip and hit a rock. Get pinched by a crab or step on a jellyfish. You didn’t feel that much paranoia before, but now your heart is pounding. 

More slapping on the water closer to you and then feeling someone grabbing you from behind. You scream while hearing B/N laugh by your ear. You push him off, barely able to see him while knowing all the while that it was him.

You slap and kick him, all the while he laughs. 

“I had to,” he can barely breathe with how hard he’s laughing, “I was gonna put you in the water but you were screaming so much I couldn’t even move. I’m so weak,” 

You drag him by his clothes, pulling him to the water. He notices last second what you’re doing and you hear a big splash as he falls in. But you don’t wait. You run out of the water, hearing him slosh behind you. You’re far from the water, him panting. 

“Not fair, I didn’t do it,” 

“That was your intention!” 

He grabs you, holding you against him and now you’re damp from his clothes. You shove him off. 

“I hate you,” you tell him, “Why’d you do that?” 

You can see his white smile in the dark and shove him again, “What can I say? You put me in a good mood,” 

His response both irritates you and triggers something else by the tone of his voice when he said it. You also realize you’re both wet and in the dark. 

“Let’s just leave,” you say, trying to figure out if you’re even going in the right direction. 

“Wait,” he grabs what he thinks is your arm but is actually the back of your shirt and you hear a small rip, “I…did not mean for that to happen.” 

“You’re working your way up for another dunk in the ocean,” 

“I’m sorry. I really was just kidding around,” but you weren’t even upset about that anymore. You only realized that you were completely alone with a man you were attracted to. 

“I just wanna find my car,” 

This time he places his hand on your shoulder instead of grabbing for you. And since he can’t see you, he move his hand down your arm until he finds your hand and holds it. 

“We can’t see anything. Let’s not get lost,” 

That was more than smooth, that was slick. What just happened? You’ve never been this lost by a turn of events before. Why is he holding your hand right now? When did you jump from friends to whatever this is? Or are you reading too much into it?

He walks ahead, pulling you with him. 

He’s swinging your hands, and if it wasn’t for the sea and the wind, the silence might have been awkward. 

“Is this weird for you?” you ask.

He keeps walking, “Not really. Is holding hands too much?” your hesitation is enough of an answer. He releases your hand and you’re almost sad by that but then he places your hand on his arm, as if he’s escorting you.

“Better?” he asks. 

You lower your face to hide your smile even though it’s too dark for him to see it, “Yes,” This felt way more romantic than hand holding. 

It takes fifteen minutes before you find your car and then your shoes. You don’t have a towel, but you do have a blanket that he wraps himself in because he’s cold. 

“You know, you would be warmer if you just took your clothes off,” you bite your lip once you say it, knowing how it sounded. 

“You’re right,” He doesn’t seem to think anything of your comment because his teeth are chattering and his body shaking. 

He steps out of the car and you happen to watch him from the corner of your eye as you dust off the shoes. He removes his shirt, pulling it over his head. You’re so glad it’s windy because he can’t hear you sigh at the sight of him. 

He shakes out his shirt and this time he looks in your direction to see if you’re watching because he’s taking off his pants. But you anticipated him doing that and look away prior. Bur you still peek. His thighs and calves are so well defined you almost squeal. He dusts off his pants, his back turned to you as he stands in his boxers and you see even his butt is toned. 

You bite your finger, turning away from him as you take a deep breath. 

“Ready?” he asks you and you turn around quickly. 

“Yes!” 

He’s in the front seat this time, wrapped in your blanket like a puppy. 

“You’re no longer my customer now?” you ask.

He shakes his head, body still shaking. You turn on the heater, warming him up before driving. 

Once he’s warm, he lowers the blanket to his waist, sitting in the front seat with his upper body exposed. 

“Did you get a good look?” 

You look ahead as you drive, “I’m driving, how can I?” 

He adjusts the blanket around him and you can hear the smile in his voice, “You know exactly what I mean,” 

You feel your face heat up but you don’t look at him. You both ride in silence and when you get to his place, he didn’t seem to consider the fact that he only has his boxers on. Or maybe he doesn’t care. 

He steps out with the blanket wrapped around his waist, everyone staring. 

“Do you wanna come up?” 

You suck in air through your teeth, looking him up and down, “That sounds like it entails other things, so I’m gonna have to say no,” 

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you were wrong, only nods, biting his bottom lip, “You’re right,” 

He begins to step back and you stop him, “You better pay me for tonight,” you tell him. 

“Yes,” his voice drags, “I’m gonna get the money,” 

You cross your arms, leaning on the car noticing that a few people overheard your conversation. You put up your hands, “I’m not a prostitute,” you say to them and their eyes go wide, “If I was, would I be wearing this?” that makes them walk away.

As promised, he comes back with the money. Exact amount. 

“Thank you again,” he says. 

“You’re welcome,” 

He begins to leave but turns around, still holding the blanket around his waist, “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“I’m usually free if you need me,” 

“No, not to take me anywhere. But as in…a date,” 

It dawns on you at what he’s asking, “Oh! Uh…” 

“Would you wanna get dinner by chance?” 

You nod, “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” Did you agree too quickly? Should’ve played hard to get.

He smiles, “Great, goodnight,” he hands you the blanket and walks away only in his boxers,” Everyone’s staring and so are you because he has such a great back view. 

You sigh admirably, “How did we get here?” 

Forget Me Not (707 x MC) : Part II

Tissues, prepare lots of tissues.
~Nao

Warning : Angst

[Part I]

Part II : Nerine lily

Language of flowers :

Till the day we meet again



I was told that her condition was incurable as of the moment, but there were a couple of medicines designed to slow the progression of her disease. To buy time.


We were quiet on the ride home after that. The silence was deafening, uncomfortable. MC wasn’t her usual positive, cheerful self that day. I knew she was mulling things over like I was.


I wanted to cheer her up, be the chat room 707 once again just to see her laugh, but it wasn’t the proper time for that. So I turned the car around and drove to a different direction.


“Saeyoung, this isn’t the way home.“


“I know, but I wanted to go for a walk somewhere.“


“But…“


“Trust me, okay?“


We arrive at our destination, and I help her out of the car. We walked side by side, taking in the scenery before us. It was sunny and the skies were clear that day; the gulls were crying overhead, and the waves were rolling gently, leaving clumps of seaweed along the shore.


We decide to sit along the beach after a while, with her nestling in between my legs and leaning on me, while I wrapped my arms around her from behind.


“Saeyoung, I’m scared.“


“I know. I am too.“


“What do we do now?“


“I don’t know, MC. But I’ll be there to cross the bridge with you when we get there.“


“But Saeyoung, you heard what the doctor said. I might be fine now, but I might forget even the simplest of things the next day, or the day after that. Hell, I might even need to wear diapers in the next month or so. I’m scared that I might not recognize you, the kids, or even Saeran and the RFA one day. I… I…“


“Then, when that time comes, I’ll make sure to remember everything for you. If you forget everybody, I’ll be there to reintroduce them to you. I’ll be the backup data for your lost ones, MC. Besides, aren’t I god Seven? I’ll take good care of you, so just leave everything to me, okay?“


She doesn’t say anything after; merely leaning her head onto my arms and clutching them as tight as she could. I felt dampness on my sleeves after a while, but I never called her out nor teased her about it. I knew she needed to  cry, and I was there to give her what she needed at that time.



The day a policeman accompanied her home due to her getting lost on her way to work, she decided she had to quit immediately and went into a depressive state for a while, but I did everything to help her; we exercised together, we had constant communication and interactions with other people… there were times where she would be in one of her moods and get angry at the littlest of things, and I would sometimes snap at her because of it. But then I remember how I was supposed to be the more understanding one between the two of us, and I would feel guilty for the rest of the day and try to make up for my mistake.


Saeran and the rest of the RFA were very supportive as well, sometimes filling in for me when I had to go out on business, or watching over the kids when I had to accompany MC to her doctor’s appointments. Our little ones were surprisingly fond of Jumin and Zen, and Saeran turned out to be a pretty cool uncle.


I had read up on every book about alzheimer’s that I could find and coordinated regularly with her care providers. It made me aware of the changes that were bound to come, but it didn’t prepare me much for the daily emotional pain it dealt me.



The changes came rapidly despite the detailed care plan that I followed religiously. There were times when she seemed fine and was lucid enough to remember everything for days, but even those became shorter and less frequent as time went by.


The day before she ceased to completely recognize me, I woke up to her making breakfast. Saeran was up as well, looking like he wanted to do everything instead.


Saeran sees me first, but I signal for him to keep quiet. Just as I was about to wrap my arms around her though, the kids come in excitedly screaming “good morning mommy, daddy, uncle!!!“ into the kitchen (this is a normal occurrence at home, and none of us adults have made any move to stop this behavior). MC turns in surprise, hands flailing while holding the kitchen knife. I catch her just in time, and Saeran snatches the knife from her hand.


Our little ones seemed surprised as well, and there were a few tense seconds until we all burst laughing.


“We haven’t laughed this much in awhile; it feels nice,“ she says, still chuckling and wiping the tears from her eyes.


“You’re right, it really has been a while. It’s a nice day out; so what do you say we go to Everland just for old time’s sake, hmm?“ noticing her slight change of expression and the tightening of her hold on my arm, I added, “…but only if mommy’s feeling well.“


Saeran and the kids plead with her with those huge, puppy eyes, and they go into a staring match with MC for a few seconds until she sighs and relents with an “oh alright, we can go.“


The day we spent there was full of fun, like nothing wouldn’t have gone wrong. MC was lucid the whole day, and we felt like we were back to normal. I wanted it to last longer, but with her disorder, you wouldn’t know if she’d still remember you the next day or not. Her condition is like listing all the tasks and functions a person would normally be able to perform, and then guessing which of them you have to cross out as time went by.


MC complained of a headache that night, and so we had to retire to our room early. She was also especially clingy, and I was all but happy to spoil her. We lied down facing each other and held hands, with her looking lovingly at me, caressing my face and exploring the dips and ridges there, seeming as if she’s trying to remember my face through touch.


“Would you still love me even if I forget you, Saeyoung?“


I took the hand caressing my face and brought it close to my lips before I looked into her eyes and replied, “Of course, MC. I would love you for all eternity if I could. But you know, I don’t think you’d completely forget me, you know? I mean, your mind’s memories might fail you, but your heart and soul would always remember.“


Chuckling, she lightly slaps my arm before she showers me with kisses. “Seriously Saeyoung, where do you get all these cheesy lines?“


“Oh c’mon, you know you love it,“ I pull her closer to me, embracing her tightly. She hugs back, murmuring an “I love you, Saeyoung. I’ll always remember you,“ before her eyes drift close and she falls asleep.


And then she completely forgets who I was the next day and the days that followed.



I thought I had prepared myself for the worst, but why does it hurt so much everytime she fails to recognize me?


Aside from the rapid loss of her memories, basic body functions such as excretion declined as well, and she had to use diapers. There were also instances where she couldn’t put her clothes on, sometimes inserting her arms into the leg holes of her pants and not knowing what to do next.


It was frustrating and tiring to take care of her, but I didn’t want to put her into a care facility — I wanted to spend each and every second that I could with her even if it was hard. It was hard, but whenever I see her smile or when she tells me that she recognizes my face despite not knowing my name, it invigorates me and pushes me to try harder for her.


She eventually had to be confined to a wheelchair because it became difficult for her to keep her balance. It became difficult for her to swallow food as well, and she gradually lost weight. I did everything I could to manage her condition to keep her at home, but the complications were too much for me to handle anymore, and I had to eventually entrust her care to the hospital.


The kids, Saeran and I visited her regularly after, talking to her, helping bathe her… the once energetic and cheerful MC faded, and a seemingly empty shell of a person replaced her, but we still loved her. I LOVE HER. I’ll always do.


I received a call from the hospital one night saying that they had to move her into the ICU due to a sudden drop in her vital signs and consciousness, and that they had to insert a tube from her mouth directly to her lungs. I knew it was necessary, but I knew, deep down that she was tired as well. I didn’t want to see her suffer anymore, so I refused the tube insertion, signed a “do not resuscitate“ form, and had her on an oxygen face mask instead.


I stayed with her for the whole night, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and reminiscing the good days when she was still healthy and we were all happy.


Around 3am, she woke up, held my hand tightly and looked at me. She couldn’t speak anymore, but I clearly understood what she was trying to say even without words:

Thank you, Saeyoung. I love you.


And just as soon as she finally  remembers who I am, she takes her final breath and goes into her eternal sleep.

I will never forget you, MC. Till the day we meet again.

Jimin’s Masterlist

Legend

🌙 - Smut

❤️‍ -Fluff

🌧 -Angst

Touch me 🌙

Him 🌙

Caught 🌙

Layout 🌙

Punish 🌙

Call 🌙

Second (ft.Jungkook)  🌧

Wet 🌙

Yours  ❤️‍

Wild 🌙

Doll Face  ❤️‍

Relax 🌙

Laundry  ❤️‍

Oxygen  🌧

A Date  ❤️‍

Love  ❤️‍

Heart 🌙

Behave 🌙

Sensuous 🌙

Games 🌙

Fridays 🌙

Jealousy 🌙

Ice 🌙

Adrenaline 🌙

First 🌙

Play  🌙

Sweet 🌙

Workout  🌙

Encore 🌙

Make Me  🌙

Reset  🌙

Save Me  🌧

Heal Me, Baby  🌙

Night Runners   🌙

Dream in Colour   ❤️‍

Mistletoe  ❤️‍

The Ocean ❤️

Vow ❤️

Lock and Key  🌙

anonymous asked:

Could you please write something about Gladion + his girlfriend working out together OR Gladion watching her work out? Thank you!!! (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

I personally exercise three times a week so like yes thanks for asking this. I’m not an athlete or anything but I tried to take into account people who exercise more than me. :3

READER WORKING OUT HEADCANONS:

  • Ok so Gladion… well, he’s really fierce but he doesn’t exactly exercise.
  • Probably lives on chips and instant noodles have you seen how pale and thin he is? Someone feed him and love him.
  • I mean uhhhh lbh if Yuri Plisetsky and 707 had a son…
  • Gladion would be their son. *coughs*
  • He would like to do some weights you know… if his arms would allow him.
  • Honestly, let him just sit somewhere and watch you he’d find it more fascinating.
  • At first he’s like manual labor ew and doesn’t want to get sweaty (such a pale emo bean) but then!!!
  • You’re doing stretches!!!
  • And he’s like!!!
  • gladion.exe has stopped working
  • Boiiii spent all those years thinking about revenge he’s baffled by all the emotions that aren’t anger and disgust.
  • You’re probably doing weights when he snaps himself out of it.
  • And his thought process goes from legssweatohmygod to howembarassingicantevenlastholdingsuchweight.
  • Basically, you’ve unknowingly just issued a challenge tm.
  • It’s hit and miss after that lmty.
  • “Gladion, you’re supposed to start with the smaller weights with lots of repetitions-”
  • *red faced from lack of oxygen* “i’mfinewhatareyoutalkingabout?”
  • Might not be great with weights but is a fantastic running partner.
  • Silvally chasing you both as motivation to run faster what a cutie.
  • He’s really good at motivating you and pushing you until you finish your work out.
  • Makes you a smoothie after and will kiss your forehead (after towering the sweat off first it’s hot but he’s not kissing you while you’re sweaty).
  • He would probably take a martial arts class on the side because he wants to know how to protect you.

“Hey, you should be thankful you’re alive right now.” Miles snapped. “I could have left you in that alley for dead and had one less Fake on my hands.“

Collins laughs, it’s weak and raspy, but Miles can still hear the mocking tone in it. “No you couldn’t.”

“I think you’re underestimating me, Collins.”

“Oh am I?” Collins asks with moderate surprise. “Let’s see, you are the best detective in Los Santos, with the most arrests in the station under your belt. You became a cop because you wanted to bring some good to this city, maybe it’s because you’re a good person in general, maybe it’s because you couldn’t protect someone you loved and you didn’t want that to happen to anyone else. Top scores across the board during your time at the academy, a natural leader, despite not being the bravest. The one thing you couldn’t do was end a person’s life, even if it would save someone else’s, and you still can’t. That’s why I’m handcuffed to a hospital bed instead of dead in an alley.

“Tell me, Luna, is that an underestimate?” Collins sneers, pale face menacing despite the oxygen tube and stitches. “Or am I pretty spot on?”

Well, okay, first of all, shoutout to oxygen, the real mvp; and next shoutout to Hermione, because I wouldn’t even know what oxygen was if she hadn’t explained it to me, and then a shoutout to myself, because, let’s face it, oxygen is great and all, but -say it with me, Harry- it ain’t as great as me.
—  The Beginning of Ginny Weasley’s Graduation Speech (and yes, Harry said it -more like yelled it, loudly and proudly- with her).
Fever

Wrote something short because Jinnie baby is sick =[

The medicine had worn out, Jimin realized, and Seokjin was barely keeping himself up. He pulled his lips into a smile at fans but Jimin read the worry in all their eyes – Seokjin wasn’t fooling anyone with them. He glanced over at Namjoon and wasn’t surprised to see a worried frown etched on Namjoon’s face. Yoongi looked angry and as soon as the fansigning was over, Yoongi was the first one to Seokjin’s side.

Seokjin passed out almost as soon as he sat down in the car, curled up in the back corner with his teeth chattering. Namjoon always took the shotgun seat but climbed into the back behind Seokjin. “He can’t lie down, Namjoon,” their manager said, looking a little taken aback. “There’s not enough room.”

“He can,” Namjoon gritted his teeth. “Jimin, come into the back.”

Jimin did without a word, and Namjoon carefully pulled Seokjin down so his head was resting in Jimin’s lap and his legs were resting in Namjoon’s. Jimin cupped Seokjin’s cheek and felt the high fever under his palms. “Is he going to be okay, you think?”

“It’s just a fever.” Namjoon was trying to arrange Seokjin’s legs in the small space so he wasn’t too uncomfortable. “He’ll be fine with some rest.”

“We have Inkigayo tomorrow,” Jimin pointed out in a whisper. “And a fansigning after that. We… none of us have gotten more than 2-3 hours of sleep every night. We should just take him to the hospital and get him some actual rest. Hyung, he’s burning up. I can feel his fever through my pants.”

Namjoon’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know, Jimin. I know. Just….” Namjoon rubbed Seokjin’s knee. Usually Seokjin would jump and yell because he was ticklish there, but Seokjin made no response in his fevered sleep and Namjoon’s face twisted. “We’ll see how it goes, okay?”

Jimin ended up staying up next to Yoongi taking care of Seokjin. “You should go to sleep,” Yoongi kept telling him. “We have to get up early tomorrow.”

“You, too.” Jimin pointed out, and Yoongi nodded but neither of them went to sleep. They’d managed to get some medicine into Seokjin but he’d thrown everything back up and they hadn’t tried after that, and Jimin thought Seokjin was just getting worse and worse. He didn’t know how bad it had to get until their manager acquiesced to taking Seokjin to the hospital, but he could hear Namjoon talking angrily to their manager.

The door to Seokjin and Yoongi’s room opened and their manager stood in front of the door. “Yoongi, Jimin, go to sleep. I’ll stay up and take care of Seokjin. You two get sleep.”

“He needs to go to the hospital,” Namjoon hissed from behind him. “Do you really want to take this to the point where he collapses?”

“Namjoon, it’s the flu. I know you guys are worried, but literally no one goes to the hospital for the flu. He’ll be better with some rest. Now all of you, leave before you catch it, too.”

Jimin wanted to protest, but a hand tugged at his wrist. “He’s right, you guys.” Seokjin’s voice was small and he shivered before continuing. “I’ll be okay. No one goes to the hospital for the flu. I just need some sleep, so you guys get some, too.”

“I’ll stay here. It’s my room, too.” Yoongi said quickly, but Seokjin shook his head. “Hyung.”

“Go get some rest. I’m not gonna sleep until you guys leave.” Seokjin smiled jokingly at them, but he looked so sick Jimin wanted to cry a little. Yoongi ran an angry hand through his hair but stood. He turned to leave, but turned again and squeezed Seokjin’s hand and then dragged Jimin out behind him.

Jimin kept his head turned to keep his eyes on Seokjin, and Seokjin smiled weakly at him before curling back up and letting his face fall back into a grimace.

“Hyung, this is ridiculous. Okay, maybe Seokjin-hyung doesn’t need the hospital. Okay, that was me being a little overboard. But you want him to go on stage? Like this? He can barely speak, let along walk and dance and sing.” Namjoon was yelling. Jimin wanted to yell, too, but Yoongi told him to leave the yelling to Namjoon.

“I’m okay,” Seokjin whispered, looking the very opposite of okay.

“You’re not okay.” Namjoon snapped, and it was probably the first time Namjoon had ever raised his voice toward Seokjin. He bit his lip and turned back to their manager, one hand on Seokjin’s wrist. “Hyung, he can’t sing. He can’t dance. Look, he can barely sit up right now. I missed one comeback show when I was filming a variety show. Why can’t Seokjin miss just one recording? We’re on our third week of promotions. He’s so sick he can’t even talk. He can miss our fansigning. Literally every fan will understand.”

Their manager sighed. “Listen, Namjoon, I can’t do anything about it. The label says he’s gotta go promote, he’s gotta go promote. Inkigayo is in 5 hours and you guys are nominees for first place. You really think it’s gonna be okay to pull him out without any warning?”

Namjoon hissed, “I thought you’d have given them a notice yesterday. You know, when Seokjin-hyung almost fainted mid-fansigning.”

Seokjin sighed. “Namjoon, I’m okay. Really. I took some medicine and I feel better. I’ll go to Inkigayo and depending on how I do, I’ll skip the fansigning. Fans will understand more than the Inki staff, right?”

“Right. Look, Namjoon. Listen to Seokjin; he’s being smart. Seokjin can rest after Inki. We’ll tell the fans he’s sick, and they’ll understand. But the Inki staff… Namjoon, we’ve come so far and you guys are doing so great. You really want to make the staff of one of the three big music shows be annoyed at you?”

Jimin decided that was a good time to go to the bathroom, because otherwise he might have said something he would’ve probably regretted.

“Hyung,” Jungkook called. He had one arm around Seokjin’s waist to keep him up. “I don’t think Seokjin-hyung can go on stage.”

Jimin rushed over to feel Seokjin’s forehead. Seokjin was barely conscious, fever burning under his hands, and Jimin gritted his teeth. “All right. Stay here. I don’t think – Lemme go get Namjoon-hyung or manager-hyung..”

“I’m okay,” Seokjin mumbled, and Jungkook just held on tighter. “We’re going on stage in 30 seconds.” Seokjin tried to get proper footing and failed. Jimin’s face scrunched up. “Jimin, please. I’ll be okay.”

Jimin turned to look for their manager, but the staff called their name. “Standy by in 15 seconds, BTS!”

Seokjin collapsed. On national television. Live.

The only reason he didn’t actually fall was because Hoseok had his eyes on Seokjin the entire time when he wasn’t in the front, and Seokjin collapsed when his part was just getting over. Hoseok dived and caught Seokjin before he fell. Fans screamed. Staff yelled, and Jimin just ignored them all and ran to Hoseok and Seokjin.

To say things were a disaster was an understatement.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” Namjoon snapped to their manager, watching paramedics hoist Seokjin onto the ambulance. Jimin climbed in first after them and grabbed Seokjin’s wrist. Their manager said nothing and Namjoon shoved his way into the ambulance. “I’ll make sure things are okay, hyung.” It took Jimin a second to realize Namjoon was talking to Yoongi, not their manager.

“It’s exhaustion,” one of the paramedics told them. “You two look like he’s about to die. We’ll set him up on fluids when we get to the hospital, and he’ll get some actual rest, and he’ll be back up and performing in no time.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon nodded, his eyes still on Seokjin’s face. “The.. oxygen mask?”

She glanced up at them. “It’s to help him breathe better, since he’s having a hard time to begin with. Unnecessary, but helpful. I realize it makes him look sicker than he is, so you don’t have to worry that much.”

Jimin nodded but didn’t let go of Seokjin’s hand anyway.

As it turned out, Seokjin did get okay pretty quickly (after all, even with all their fussing, it was just the flu), but news spread like wildfire that BTS’ Jin had collapsed on live television. “That’s embarrassing,” Seokjin muttered. He was still the hospital gown with an IV tube in his arm, but he looked better. The dark circles had gone from under his eyes and his cheeks were flush with their usual healthy blush, not the sickly red of the fever. Jimin still held onto Seokjin’s hand and Seokjin didn’t try to pull away.

Taehyung was showing them the clip of Seokjin just collapsing in the middle of stage. Unfortunately (or fortunately, maybe), the camera had been in a group shot, and it took a rather nice shot of Seokjin falling over and Hoseok diving to catch him before the cameraman realized what was happening and switched quickly to something else. “Hoseok-hyung has become a hero.” Taehyung grinned, popping a strawberry into his mouth and ignoring Yoongi’s growl of those are for Seokjin-hyung, you brat.

“I am a hero. Look at me dive, damn.” Hoseok whistled and took a strawberry of his own, causing Yoongi to snap the container shut with his hands. “Man, hyung. Seokjin-hyung doesn’t mind if we eat the strawberries.”

“Well, I mind. I bought them for Seokjin-hyung, not you brats.” All the same, Yoongi lifted his hand back up with a grumble and settled for husking them instead. It was kind of weird to see Yoongi doing something domestic. That was usually Seokjin’s job. Yoongi glanced over at the video that Taehyung was playing for the umpteenth time. “Okay, Taehyung, stop playing. We get it. Seokjin collapsed and Hoseok is a hero.”

Jimin turned his attention from the mindless chatter. Namjoon was leaning on the doorway, smiling the way he always did whenever he looked at Seokjin. Jungkook was on the other side of the bed like the IV line was personally offending him. Their manager was off somewhere, probably doing some damage control on one of the members collapsing on live TV. He gripped Seokjin’s hand tighter and Seokjin looked at him and giggled. His fingers tickled the back of Jimin’s hand. “I’m okay now, Jimin.”

Prompt: One-shot please :) Imagine you showing up at Kai’s, favoring one of your legs, but when he asks you about it, you just proceed to ice and levitate it and assuring him you’re fine. Later that night, he follows you when you sneak out into the woods, where you play music on your phone and dance to it (Which he didn’t know you could). After a certain landing on your bad leg, you crumble to the ground in pain. He goes to help you, worrying. KaixReader. Thanks!

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The itchy and sharp pain in your leg was stinging as though entrapped in a bee hive. Dragging your leg behind you, you stumbled towards a familiar mansion. One which you visited often. The Salvatore mansion. With a few grunts, you managed to make it to the porch where you found the front door wide open. As you called their names over and over again, you hopped in and leaned against some furniture not sure whether to run or throw yourself onto the sofa.

Deciding on the last option, you collapsed on top of it, the cushion absorbing your weight. You closed your eyes in pure bliss as some of the pain evaporated from your injured leg. Before you even finished thinking that sentence, an obnoxious voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Well well well” His voice sounded almost hoarse and raspy. “Look who’s been exercising too much”

Your throat growled as your eyes picked the sight of him smiling from behind you. He always seemed to wear that goofy smile around you. It was almost irritating. “Yeah Kai, well at least I’m not getting fatter, like some people”

He chuckled and shoved his hands down his pockets, lolling backwards and forwards on his heels. “You’ve got a sharp tongue on you, I like it”

Rolling your eyes, you picked yourself up and hobbled towards some furniture which served as your personal cane. His eyes were watching you. It was actually spine-tingling just watching his blue orbs follow your every move. This case, hop.

“What?” You snapped.

“Nutt’n” He slurred, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. “D’you want some help?”

You had to double-take to actually figure if he was only kidding you. But he wasn’t. Extending his hand, he reached out for your elbow but you immediately shook him off and proceeded to the kitchen without a word. Grabbing some ice packets from the freezer, you hopped back to one of the century-old chairs and slumped on it. Not long after, you saw Kai before you…again.

“What?!” You asked again, this time more irritably.

“It looks swollen, you sure you’re okay-“

“I’m fine dammit” You barked, shaking your head to yourself. Raising his hands, he backed out the kitchen and out of sight. Leaving you completely alone.

 

By the time you made it to the woods, you were out of breath and you were pretty sure you were blue in the face. Easing the oxygen in and out of your lungs, you plugged the brand new pill into your iPhone and scrolled down the endless list of songs. You had a personal rule not to delete a single song, even when it was starting to get old or plain cheesy. You kept everything, from One Direction to Chris Brown. It was almost impossible to choose one song.

After some time, your finger decided for you and ended up on Fifth Harmony’s Worth it. It was by far your favourite song at the moment and since you played almost every instrument on the planet, you couldn’t help but tap your foot to the rhythm. But by the time the chorus blasted from the pill, you were up on your good leg busting out your most random moves.

“Uha, show me whatcha now c’mon make it worth my while. GIVE IT TO ME I’M WORTH IT!” You sang, you voice falling perfectly on the notes. Watching the end of your skirt swish and sway to the beat of the music was almost hypnotic and your heart almost gave out when your ear picked up on a voice maybe twenty steps away.

“Well can’t say that wasn’t entertaining” He grinned, making you stare down at your hands. You didn’t want to look at him. Look into his eyes. You knew if you looked deeper, sooner or later you were going to fall. Deep into those two blue tunnels leading to God knows where.

“How was that move again?” He asked, shaking his hips into a pattern of the number eight. Peels of laughter burst within your core and you almost peed yourself. Seeing the vicious and dangerous Malachai dance stupidly was making tears of mirth glide across your cheek. As you dared to take another step towards him, your foot found itself caught between two branches making your whole body shift and crumble on the ground in agonizing pain.

Yelling out, you stood up on your elbow and cursed yourself for falling in front of him. Exactly over his feet. At first, you thought he was going to start laughing and clear off. Reminding you of this scene whenever he had the chance to. But something jaw-dropping happened. He stooped down and lightly placed his hands under your arm pits. With one movement he picked you up as if you weighed nothing and slowly made you stand up on his feet. Trying to not step on his feet, you struggled away but he held a firm grip. “Just calm down, you’re not hurting me. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine” You mumbled yet again, stopping the struggling but melting straight into his arms for support. It was uncomfortable and awkward at first but then, almost half a second later, he snaked his arms around your back and pushed you deeper into his arms until your ear was against his chest. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. It kept going on, his heartbeat. Maybe this Malachai Parker wasn’t as bad as everyone wanted and expected him to be. Hearing those steady beats erupting from his chest was more than proof that he was capable of redemption. Of love.


-Admin Ariel ♥

But you’re safe now.

(INVOLVEMENT OF CANCER + SAD WARNING)

Andy, 

When we were 15, you laughed at me in Math

You were a natural, sat in the back with everyone coming to you for answers like a massive nerd. But you were smarter than that. 1$ an answer. You must’ve made $100 by the end of the week. You just got A, after A, constantly. I used to just sit and wish I could talk to you. I used to ask you questions I knew the answer to, just so I could talk to you, and still paid. You always knew, you always laughed at me, when you could tell I knew the answer, when I tried to start a conversation about something completely different. When we ended up seated next to each other in English, you made me laugh, hysterically, all the time. 
“The fuck does the ‘M’ on the register stand for exactly?”
“I mean ‘N’ is ‘absent’ so it could be literally anything”
“M….Ma-” I elbowed you, and you giggled, so adorably, I blushed. We both got detention that night but neither of us minded.

When we were 16, you looked after me

You came to see me, when I caught the flu, and sat with me. You skipped school completely, and we watched Netflix all day. You sat through 2 series of Dexter, made me soup, and made me giggle. I was all clogged up and full of the sniffles,  but you weren’t bothered. You just left me under a batman blanket on the couch and became my servant for the day. 

“Are you alright Ash?” 

“-yeah” you laughed at me, and plonked yourself on the floor next to the couch,
“You sound funny,”
“Shut up,” I just made you laugh more, you were snorting completely uncontrollably. You sat there for a while with me before you went to get soup for me, it smelled fucking amazing. It tasted just as good. You looked straight at me, and kissed me, whilst I had a mouthful of soup, causing me to make a strange slurping sound, and try not to spit it all over you in laughter. 

When we were 17, I got my revenge, when your voice broke really late

“STOP LAUGH-ING AT ME!” I was unattractively snorting at you, every time you made a strange noise,
“I’m sorry- I can’t help it! You sound really funny!” 
“Ashyyyy!” you pouted at me, and I chuckled, but then-
“st-op” made me laugh again. That was when you dropped your pen, for no reason. 
“Are you okay?” 
“My hand’s numb… I don’t know why, I was fi-ne a second ag-o” I wanted to laugh, but I was worried about you, so I didn’t this time. I watched your finger start to twitch a little bit, as if it had a mind of it’s own. You didn’t seem too bothered, so I let it go. 

When we were 18, I gave you my virginity

You looked at me with incredible amounts of lust in your eyes, which made me smile. You sat on the bed, opposite me, on my lap with your legs wrapped around me, and grinned, fiddling with my hair. I smiled back, going red. 
“Are you ready Ashley? Because we don’t have to, if you don’t want to yet.”
“I’m ready, Andy,” you smirked at me, and growled a little bit, as you pounced towards me, pushing onto my back. You looked down at me with a sarcastic gnarl on spread across your face, before you unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled your off over your head. You felt my chest, holding me down, sat on top of me. Your hands were cold, but I smiled anyways.
“I love you, Andy,”
“I love you more,” I shut my eyes as you kissed me, hard, and deep, pleasurably. You rolled over, landing next to me, with your legs wrapped round me, 
“Wanna have some fun now?” I just grinned at you, and… we did. We certainly did have fun. I know I did. But once you were half dressed again, you stumbled over, across the floor, 
“Are you okay?”
“I’m just a little dizzy… I need some sleep.” I moved over, and you curled up with me, to fall asleep. 

6 months later, you were getting terrible headaches, and you called me from the hospital

I could hear you heart monitor over the phone, beeping steadily in the background. You sounded as if you’d been crying, but you didn’t sound upset now. You sounded sleepy. 
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I- I’m okay, but I have to tell you something so get your ass down here.”
“On my way” 

When I got there, and found you, in bed, waiting for me, I smiled, and you smiled back a little bit. You were pale, and half asleep with the morphine.
“hey honey, how’s your head?” 
“It was awful, but I’m okay now.. Morphine is my friend.” 
“You wanted… to tell me something?” 
“Yeah Ash, I didn’t wanna scare you on the phone,” the beeping sped up a little bit as your eyes welled up, and I flung my arm around you, 
“Hey, Andy, don’t cry, what is it?”
“I- I don’t how to tell you but I- Remember when I dropped the pen in math, that time? And when my finger twitched. I had more seizures, after that but I didn’t tell you because… because I didn’t wanna freak you out, it could’ve been anything… But then my head… and I collapsed and ended up here, and I just- I’m sick Ashley.” I looked at the floor, and you sniffled, as I spoke gently, quietly
“…. How sick, Andy?” you sobbed once, and your head fell into your hands.
“I- meninges tumor- I’m sorry Ashley- I can’t-” I sniffled, rubbing your shoulder, 
“And it’s malignant?” you nodded at me, 
“.. It’s primary but- but its spreading fast and I- I’m gonna keep forgetting you, and what we did, and how to walk, and how to talk…  and I’m so sorry- My hands already hurt, and I don’t know- they don’t know- no one knows how long-” that’s when you burst into tears, and I told you not to talk about it anymore. 

When we were 19, you were losing your legs, and you couldn’t write anymore, your treatment was driving you mad but you kept going and I was so proud of you. 

I tried to hard to be patient with you. I didn’t finish your sentences. I didn’t yell at you for forgetting things. I told you over and over. I didn’t get mad because you were moving slowly, I didn’t let anyone stare at you, or hurt you because of your stumbling, or your NGT, or your G-Tube. I didn’t get mad when you cancelled plans. I just tried to be there for you, as much as I could. You were so brave, and so strong, and I still loved being around you, even though I knew I was losing you, and you were determined you would just hurt me. I would have rather have been with no one else. You were still so perfect to me. 
“Are you okay, on your own, in the shower?” You examined yourself, looked yourself up and down, and shook your head at me. I smiled at you, and followed you into the bathroom. I pulled your shirt over your head, and you pulled your jeans off, followed by your underwear. You giggled a little bit, and looked down, at the scar on your stomach from the G-tube, the mark on your arm from the IV, and then back at me. 
“Don’t look at yourself that way, donut. I love you, no matter what. I promise.” 
“I- I love- you more-” I wanted to cry, at hearing you say those words again. 
“You remember that?”
“-yeah.” I watched you climb in, and gave you a hand in doing so, you turned the water on, and I took it from you, 
“Here”

When you were about to turn 20, they asked you where you wanted to be, and you stayed at home with me. 

You were so sleepy, and you couldn’t walk anymore. You barely spoke, but you uttered some half sentences sometimes. You were on the couch, exactly like I was when you looked after me. I brought you soup too, but I had to help you drink it. You looked at me, through a pale face, through your oxygen, with tired eyes. But you still smiled, and it broke my heart. As you got nearer and nearer, you started passing out as much as you slept. I managed to wake you up, until the last few days. 
“Andy? It’s just me. It’s Ashley. Do you want anything?”
“-N-o”

When you drifted off, I knew. I knew how much pain you were in, how much it hurt. How much you suffered. But you kept going, and I miss you so much, but I’m so thankful for what we had. For what we still have. I love you so much Andrew Dennis and I’ll never find someone the same. I will never love someone as much as I love you. Goodnight baby boy, you’re safe now