this has been in my head for a while and ive been meaning to get it down

where adrien flirts
  • so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle
  • but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out. 
  • so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league). 
  • nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.”
    adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.”
    nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.”
    adrien: “what?”
    nino: “what?”
  • nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
  • 1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
  • it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her. 
  • he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
  • 2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
  • adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.”
    marinette: “…what?”
    well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this.
    adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.”
    marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
  • adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
  • 3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
  • he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
  • adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
  • adrien thinks it’s counterproductive. 
  • 4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets. 
  • they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink 
  • at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
  • 5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile. 
  • adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.”
    nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.”
    adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?”
    nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–”
    adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.”
    nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–”
    adrien: “niNO
  • 6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
  • adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.”
    marinette: *is speechless*
    nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.”
    adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
  • 7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: 
    adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.”
    nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.”
    adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?”
    nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.”
    adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.”
    nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
  • 8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
  • nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
  • 9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
  • a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
  • does that mean he gets to be her knight?
  • nino calls him a nerd.
  • 10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
  • marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
  • marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?”
    adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working*
    marinette: “…adrien?”
    adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!”
    marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–”
    adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.”
    marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working*
    adrien: “…marinette?”
    marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.”
    adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.”
    marinette: “WHY?!”
    adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.”
    marinette: “…you have?”
    adrien: “well, i was trying–”
  • plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?”
    tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?”
    plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?”
    marinette: “…you’re chat noir?”
    adrien: *dies*

so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.

an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly. 

Josh Dun Imagine

Prompt: Josh is in a car accident 

It was late Friday night when you got the phone call.  Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA.  You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.

It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang.  Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.

“Hi Laura,” you answered.

“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.

“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.

“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.

“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.

“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.

“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.

“Ashley, what the hell’s going on?  You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.

“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.

“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door.  You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.

“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please.  But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”

“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.

Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when  you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.  

“Can I help you?” She asks.

You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”

“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.

“Right, okay.  He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen.  The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now.  If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.  

You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.  

“We need IV fluids stat—“

“I need to get this leg stabilized—“

“Not until we take care of that laceration!”

It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors.  There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt.  Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on.  They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand.  And then there’s Josh.  You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough.  He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping.  Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.  

You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.  

They keep pushing him along in the stretcher.  Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again.  You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark.  Josh needed you.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back.  You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use.  You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.

“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.  

“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room.  You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.

It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you.  He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.

“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.

“You’re Y/N?”  he asks.  You nod back quickly.  “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head.  It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now.  That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids.  After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.

You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said.  It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you.  You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.

“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”

“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again.  “But not since they took him back.”

“What did the doctor say?” she asked.

“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”

“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours.  I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”

“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”

“Good. Just stay there.  Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.

“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”

“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.  

You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone.  You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio.  You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.  

It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you.  In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could.  You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.  

Tyler and Jenna arrive first.  They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.  

“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you.  They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug.  You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.  

“We got here first.  There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats.  We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail.  What the hell happened?” Tyler says.  

“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”

“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”

You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.

“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”

Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about.  Music.  The band.  You.  He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”

You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.  

Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.

“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.

“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”

You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.

You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”

He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”

“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.

“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”

Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.

“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.

You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley.  You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.

“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” you said.

“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”

You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors.  You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight.  The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.

“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.

Just then, the doctor reemerges.  “Ah, family I presume?”

“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm.  “How is he?”

“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”

Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”

“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.

“Go ahead, son,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”

You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.

You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.

Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.

You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna.  They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”

You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y

When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.

You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder.  “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”

You immediately shake your head.  “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”

Laura nods before sighing.  “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave.  “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.

Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed.  “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.

When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.

“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.

“You need to go,” The nurse says.

You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream.  “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.

You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.

“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”

“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”

All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone.  You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together.  But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.  

“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.  

You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”

“He’s stable again,” she says.

“Can I see him?”

“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.  

“I need to see him!” you argue.  “I need to call Laura—“

“What and wake her up too?  You all need rest.”

You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.

The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.  

The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert.  “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”

They all nodded and thanked the doctor.

The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.

Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.

One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.

“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”

All three of them nodded.

“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”

Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.

You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.

By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.

“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”

You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.

“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”

You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”

Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.

She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”

“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.

“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.

You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”

“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”

You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.

“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.

Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.

You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh.  You took his hand in yours again,  “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes.  Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”

Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.

“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore.  Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”

Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

“I’ll be here too, promise.”

The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.

Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.

“Water?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.

Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.

You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”

“How?” Josh asked.

You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”

“I’m so tired,” he sighed.

You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”

“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.

It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.

Everyone visited constantly throughout the day.  Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now.  When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.

“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked.  No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.

“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to the other driver?”

You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”

Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.

“I almost died too?”

“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining.  They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing.  I thought I was going to lose you.  It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.

Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.

“It was that bad?”

“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,”  you said.

“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.

“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what?  Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon,  Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.

You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”

Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

Assassin!Harry (Part 1)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

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He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.

Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.

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hold my beer

Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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screaminghyuk  asked:

hi mom your blog is my favourite on tumblr i love your writing so SO much!! if and when you have the time can you do the neighbour au for vixx? if it's too much then the maknae line will do (i've read all of your stuff multiple times over + you're the reason im into seventeen and got7 ily) thank you in advance!!

omg this is so sweet thank you so much!!
im glad you’ve come to love 17+got7!!!

Ravi 

  • sometimes he doesn’t leave his apartment for days. you can tell because his mailbox overflows but you can hear the music from his apartment for like a week straight,,,,,,,and then sometimes you’ll see him leaving his place at like 3 am dressed like he’s going to a Very Fancy club 
  • “it’s the life of a composer,,,,,,,i don’t sleep for like ever and when i finish i have to go and get drunk with the person who paid me to write the song”
  • his apartment is essentially his recording studio, all the instruments and his computer are in the living room and it’s so crowded he bumps into his piano everytime he tries to get to the kitchen
  • likes collecting those little lego figurines and they’re like everywhere. on his computer, above his microwave, probably in his bathroom near his shampoo
  • wears some,,,,,,,,interesting outfits that always become the talk of the block
  • likes to try and keep everything clean but at some point he’s so into work he doesn’t realize he’s spilled cola under his desk chair and the laundry hasn’t been done since hyuk got a solo i mean what now
  • you know ravi is a composer,,,,but you aren’t really sure what that entails
  • until your best friend hakyeon, who happens to be close to ravi is over at your place and is handing a list that is titled “how to keep ravi alive” and you’re like what
  • and hakyeon is like,,,,im going on a trip to europe for a month and usually i check in on ravi when he writes but i won’t be here and everyone is busy and i need to make sure he at least eats something,,,,but i can’t so please,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do this for me
  • and you wanted to refuse at first because you don’t even know ravi
  • but hakyeon is a sweet person and he promises he’ll come back with something nice from europe for you so you decide fine, how hard can it be to just check up on a person
  • TURNS OUT when it’s ravi it is kind of hard
  • because the first day you literally come into his home and try to introduce yourself 4 times before you realize he’s so sucked into his computer he can’t even hear you
  • you check his fridge and there’s just,,,,,some old wine and like???? take out that smells Suspicious
  • and you throw it out and come out of the kitchen to tell ravi he needs to eat but then he looks up at you and screams because hOw DID you gET in here,,,,,and you’re like IVE BEEN HERE FOR HALF AN HOUR and ravi is like?????? i never noticed
  • but he apologizes as soon as you explain what hakyeon told you and he’s like embarrassingly rubbing his neck like,,,,oh don’t listen to hyung im fine on my own
  • but you think about his refrigerator and how sunken-in his eyes look from probably not having sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no i think hakyeon was right you need someones help
  • so you grocery shop and you buy coffee, red bull, energy supplements - whatever he needs to stay up
  • and hakyeon is only gone for a month but in that month you get to know ravi better than most people
  • how he works tirelessly, day and night, on 5 seconds of a song. how he gets angry with himself for not being able to write a melody. how he refuses to sleep until he’s met his goal
  • and the perseverance and creativity in him really shocks you because wow,,,,you’ve been living next to such a hard-working and talented person and you never even knew it
  • but also ravi you’ve worn those basketball shorts 4 days in a row take them off please
  • at one point you asked if ravi had brushed his teeth and he said something you couldn’t even understand so you went to the bathroom, came back with his brush and a cup of water and were like “open up”
  • and ravi was like ????? and you were like “ill brush your teeth while you work”
  • and it was,,,,,,,,,,oddly very intimate
  • and ravi may or may not have suffered like (3) mini heart-attacks
  • but when hakyeon comes back and ravi is done with his song you revert back to being,,,,,,just neighbors
  • until ravi needs to shut himself in for work again and you get a call from hakyeon where he’s like “you need to know something, ive been trying to make sure ravi is ok this past week but he keeps calling me by your name and when i tell him hello - im hakyeon he lets out a deep sigh and long story short i think ravi grew an attachment to you”
  • and you’re like??????? me????? but also,,,,,,,,you can’t help but smile a little
  • and you go next door and let yourself in and you’re like “ravi?” and you see he’s asleep with his head on his desk and you go over to get a blanket to cover him with but when you do, tucking it around his shoulders
  • you hear him murmur something low and you lean in closer and hear him say thank you along with your name
  • and when you come back to check on him again in a couple hours he’s awake and seeing you, it makes him actually stand up from his computer (something he does not do often when he works)
  • and he’s glowing, his sharp features all turning soft as he sees you
  • and you’re like “hakyeon told me you missed me” and ravi is like “AH,,,,well,,,,,,,kind of,,,,,i just,,,hakyeon nags at me and you were nice to me-”
  • and you get this smug look on your face and ravi is faltering under it and you’re like “here i brought some fruits over for you to snack on, but also -”
  • and you press a paper slip into his palm and ravi’s eyes widen and you’re like “it’s my number, so you can call me instead of hakyeon”
  • and you don’t see it as you go into the kitchen with the fruit but ravi literally gathers what little energy he has to do a little happy shimmy dance
  • and he tapes your number to the side of his computer screen and whenever he looks at it he gets this goofy grin on his face,,,,,,,,,because hehe,,,,,,,i have my crush’s number,,,,,

Hongbin 

  • only person in vixx who makes his bed in the morning 
  • lives a pretty simple and clean life, likes consistency and has one of those big calendars on his wall where he writes down all his future plans and probably even has like a workout schedule
  • park hyo shin album shrine in his bedroom complete with framed autograph
  • the type to have like candles ,,,,,,, that are in the shapes of like flowers it’s cute
  • bunnies have always reminded me of hongbin so maybe if he lived apart from vixx he’d have one that he jokingly names like wonshik but no no it’s real name is something cute like whatever the korean is for like carrot soup or something LOL
  • idk why but he likes pastel polka dots imagine him with pastel polka dot bed sheets he’s such a cute person
  • people are always surprised that he doesn’t have like,,,,,one billion mirrors in his house because like how can one Not look at a face like that
  • but in reality those kind of things make hongbin really shy,,,,,,like he’s just like,,,,im not handsome and everyone in the building is like IF that isn’t the biggest lie i have Ever heard with my own two ears
  • everyone in the neighborhood has a crush on him. it’s unavoidable. it’s hongbin fever
  • you’ve lived next door to him for a longtime so you guys are pretty familiar with each other,,,,,but the problem is everytime he meets one of your friends. they fall for him
  • and end up begging to come over just for a glimpse of him and then when they try to ask him out
  • hongbin awkwardly like ,,,,makes up an excuse as to why he can’t date them and they get sad and you’ve seen this happen five times and you’re just like ?????????? what is his type ????? what is he looking for???
  • but you’re not gonna ask him that because well like That’s Rude 
  • but one night you actually end up over at his place because your tv broke,,,,and the premire of your favorite drama is on and hongbin was kind enough to let you in to watch it
  • and during a long commercial break you look down to see hongbin sitting at the table, writing down something and you decide that hey you’ll never have another chance to be alone like this with him
  • so you lower the volume a bit and you’re like “can i ask you something?”
  • and he nods without looking up and you’re like,,,,,, “ive lived across from you for like four years and ive never seen you,,,,,,,with someone,,,,that wasn’t from your friend group and this is probably super invasive but - are you seeing someone?”
  • and hongbin’s eyes go wide and he like looks up in silence
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,is it like an arranged marriage thing????? am i asking too much this is rude im sor-”
  • and hongbin shakes his head and is like “no,,,,,i just,,,,,,,,,” and you’re like ?????? and he kind of sadly laughs
  • and is like “,,,,,the person i like hasn’t come to a realization yet.”
  • and you’re shocked because hongbin. prince of your neighborhood. actual living art is harboring a one-sided love????
  • and you can’t help yourself you’re like “who is that blind? i mean,,,,,,,,anyone who looks at you is enchanted”
  • and hongbin laughs because that’s what he does. compliments make him shy
  • but then you go back to watching your drama and you don’t notice hongbin has stopped writing and suddenly you hear in a very quiet voice: “were you,,,,,,enchanted by me?”
  • and you look down at him and you’re like “are you asking if i liked you?”
  • and hongbin swallows a lump in his throat but builds up the courage to nod his head and you’re like “of course,,,,,,but i knew it was a longshot i mean ,,,,,,,,do you know how popular you are? it’s like falling for an idol-”
  • but suddenly hongbin is up and he’s like “don’t say that.” and you’re like is he embarrassed??????whats going on??????
  • but he just takes a seat next to you and he’s like “it’s you,,,,you’re the one i wanted to confess to me.”
  • and you’re so shocked,,,,,,you literally drop the remote and hongbin is getting red the longer you stare at him wide-eyed
  • until you’re like looking over at the tv and the drama is a kissing scene and then you look back at hongbin and you’re red now too
  • and you’re both red and there’s kissing in the background but you know what there should be some kissing in this apartment too
  • because you both like each other so why not
  • but when you do kiss him you’re like wait. wait. is this real did i fever dream this-
  • and hongbin takes your hand and puts it on his face and he’s like “it’s real.”

Hyuk

  • big tall meme 
  • who can’t figure out how to cook a meal for himself but can reboot a computer and probably fix your tv in less than ten minutes
  • for the sake of this au,,,,hyuk is Nerd. as in his whole apartment is full of like action figures and comic books and video games and dirty socks and,,,,,half eaten bags of potato chips, opened cans of redbull
  • your usual college boy whose friends are all part of the e-sports club at school like c’mon
  • of course how could i forget, his movie collection of sci-fi alien flicks is the only thing that’s organized on his bookshelf
  • everyone in the building comes to him for help like the ladies need help with their broken microwaves and hairdryers while the dads don’t get why their son managed to break the new computer (hyuk looking at the sticky keyboard: uh,,,,)
  • and he does it for free for elders but the teenagers who go to him to learn how to game or upgrade their setups he’s like “my work isn’t cheap. 20 bucks an hour on nothing.”
  • hakyeon: stop pandering from teenagers
  • hyuk: ,,,,,,i have no idea what you are talking about *hiding his piggy bank which literally says ‘money from gamer nerdz’ jokes jokes
  • you know hyuk is handy with,,,,,electric stuff and whatnot so when your lights go out in the middle of the night even though you paid all your utilities like last week,,,,you know the man to go to
  • and when hyuk opens the door you’re like “whats up, my lights are out and im not sure if it’s a fuse box thing or -”
  • and hyuk is like “i got you let me come over”
  • but as you’re walking through the hall of your apartment you realize, you don’t have a flashlight and you’re like my phone is somewhere on my sofa,,,,,let me fell around
  • but you have literally zero light and it’s night out and you think you’re heading toward your sofa but you feel something soft standing in your way
  • and you’re like touching it and you’re like it’s soft,,,,but hard???
  • and warm????
  • wait is that t-shirt
  • and you’re like hold up
  • “hyuk??? am i touching you????”
  • hyuk: “yep”
  • you: “why didn’t you stop me what th-”
  • hyuk: “it was fine, i liked it.”
  • and you turn pink, thankful for the lights off and want to swat his hand but you don’t know where that is until you feel his hand take your wrist
  • and he takes his phone out of his pocket and shines it on you and you’re like heY
  • and he’s like “hehe cute” and you’re like excuse me what
  • and hyuk is like “nothing, lead the way”
  • and when you get to the fuse box you hold the phone and see hyuk work with the wires. you notice the light shading his handsome face, a set jawline and wow,,,,his height????
  • and you’re like this is the first time im looking at hyuk and going ‘he’s hot’ what the HECK is wrong with me
  • and hyuk finishes in under five minutes and all your lights turn back on and he smiles
  • and it’s so,,,,,cute his nose is adorable did you just notice that??? why are you having all of these thoughts about your neighbor??
  • and he’s like “all done. how’d you like to pay me?”
  • and you’re like “i think i have some cash- but,,,,”
  • and hyuk grins because he’s like “yes,,,,,i don’t want cash”
  • and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,and you’re like “ok lean down-”
  • and hyuk does super duper excited that he’s about to get a kiss
  • but instead you pinch his cheek and go “ill order us pizza, don’t think im easy han sanghyuk.”
  • and with that you turn around and hyuk is just like: that was sexy 
  • you: shuttup what kind of toppings do you want?
Business or Pleasure? (Seungcheol x Female Reader)

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Request: Hospital setting. You’re a cardiac surgeon, and Seungcheol is the new nurse on your floor.

Smut; Exhibitionism; Kinda Dirty Talk?

Word Count: 5104

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“You’re drooling.”

           You startle and drop your pen. It falls with a clack onto your clipboard before rolling off the counter towards the LPN sitting at his desk in front of you. Jeonghan picks it up and hands it back.

           You take it, suppressing a blush. “No I’m not.”

           “Practically,” he says, tucking his bangs back. “I bet he can feel you staring.”

           You glance over at the object of your gaze again. Choi Seungcheol, the new nurse on your floor, is busy at the medicine cart, picking through bottles for whatever another doctor asked for. When he bends down to look on the second shelf, his black scrubs stretch taut over his broad shoulders and show the faint outlines of well-toned muscles. Though he’s been working here for almost a month now, you’ve barely talked to him save for a quick Patient in room forty-two is due for an IV change, or Watch room twelve on his oxy intake. Work stuff. Medical stuff. Very unsexy stuff. And always followed by a deep Yes, Doctor. You don’t like to admit to yourself what that voice makes you feel under your skin.

           And Jeonghan has been giving you hell about it ever since Seungcheol introduced himself on his first day.

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Someday Your Child May Cry

Previously: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless | Interrupted | Recovering




9. Irresponsible

Maybe, she thinks to herself, as she leans her forehead against the airplane window, he and I are just too irresponsible for this to work out. 

She couldn’t manage to hold onto Gibson, even in the closed environment of the hospital, where she should have been perfectly able to keep him safe. And while involving themselves in the Crump incident had been Mulder’s idea, Scully hadn’t put up much more than a token resistance before she’d gone along with him on it.

And now here she is, on a last-second plane to Bermuda with Frohike, Langley, and Byers, after having more or less bullied classified information out of an Assistant Director of the FBI (not to mention laying one hell of a kiss on him in an elevator- a moment that was almost certainly captured for posterity on a security camera). Once again, she’s chasing down her partner, rushing off on an ill-advised rescue attempt, necessitated by an equally ill-advised impulse on Mulder’s part.

She has to admit that, were she to review their joint records over the past six years, the phrase “responsible prospective parents” is not the first one that would spring to mind.

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His brain is hazy after his long, slow climb back to consciousness, foggy with pain medication and head trauma, and he’s just barely aware enough to recognize the look that Scully is giving him. It’s the same look she always wears on her face when he wakes up in a hospital bed after yet another bout of poor decision making, and by now, it’s as familiar to him as her smile. More familiar, probably: he doesn’t make her smile nearly as often as he makes her worry.

He wonders distractedly, as she tries to keep him calm, to convince him to lie back and rest, if she understands. If she knows. If she has any clue at all what she means to him, what she’s always meant to him. His thoughts are disjointed and mostly incoherent- there’s clearly one hell of a cocktail in that IV bag dangling above his bed- but he has a vague impression that there’s something, something unresolved, something important going on between them, some reason why it’s so important that she knows how he feels right now, even though he’s kept it secret for a long time.

It’s something time-sensitive. He knows that much. It can’t wait.

Scully starts to leave his bedside, but he calls her back, and of course, she comes. 

“I love you,” he tells her, his face as serious and as sober as he can manage, and the moment the words are out, he feels an enormous weight lifted off of his chest. There, he thinks to himself. Now she knows.

He waits for her to blush, to smile, to return the sentiment… but “Oh, brother,” is all she says.

And then she’s gone.

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In the hallway outside of Mulder’s hospital room, Scully leans up against the wall, covering her eyes with a shaking hand. Skinner and the Gunmen have, thankfully, already gone down to the hospital lobby to wait for her, and are not here to witness her mini-breakdown following Mulder’s unexpected confession.

He’s drugged, she reminds herself firmly. He has no idea what he’s saying. The best thing you can do for both of you is to go downstairs, go back to the hotel, let him sleep and sober up, and not speak of this again unless he brings it up first.

And yet, her feet are carrying her back into his hotel room.

“What do you mean by that, Mulder?” she asks him, approaching his bedside. He looks up at her, his hand cradling the side of his face, where his cheek is bruised.

“What do I mean by what?” he replies, his voice slightly slurry. She ignores the voice in her head that tells her he’s in no fit state to discuss this now.

“What you just said, Mulder. What do you mean by telling me that you love me?”

“I just… I needed you to know,” he says, shrugging, a little sheepish. “I had to make sure you knew that, now, before… before we….” He trails off, frowning to himself.

“Before what?” she says. “Why is it so important for you to tell me this right now?”

“Just in case, Scully,” he says, sagging back against the pillows, blinking sleepily. The drugs are about to knock him out.

“In case what, Mulder? In case the next time you go running off alone like this, you don’t make it back?”

“No, no,” he says, waving a hand dismissively, as though the concept of his own mortality is barely worth mentioning. “In case it works next time, Scully.” Her breath catches in her throat. “Need you to know… so if it works….” His eyes drift closed. “So you’ll let me….” She waits, but his breathing has become slow and even. He’s passed out again.

“So I’ll let you what?” she tries, one last time, but he doesn’t stir. Scully stamps down the urge to shake him back awake, to demand that he complete his sentence. He needs to rest if he’s going to get well in time to fly home tomorrow, and repeatedly waking him up to re-engage him in a conversation that he’s much too stoned to be having is not going to help him or her.

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When she asks him, over a shared lunch during an escape from the bullpen, if he remembers what they had discussed in the hospital, he looks at her blankly.

“You’ll have to be more specific than that, Scully,” he chuckles. “We’ve had a hell of a lot of conversations in hospitals over the past six years.” Scully sighs and returns her attention to her sandwich.

“Never mind,” she says. “It’s not important.”

The Joyride - Part 2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Part 2 to The Joyride! I’m really glad that you guys enjoyed part one so much! Here’s the ending to your cliffhanger, but no guarantees that there won’t be another!

Warnings: Angst, descriptions of injury

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @neverlandprincessjaz 

Part One // Part Two // Part Three


Jason blinked in an attempt to dispel the blurriness that clouded his vision. He was lying in a hospital bed with an IV hooked into his arm. His head was pounding and he squinted at the bright lights above him. He grunted slightly and moved his unhindered wrist to shield his vision.

“You’re awake,” came the gravelly voice from beside him, which he identified as Bruce’s.

“Yeah,” he groaned hoarsely, turning his head to face Bruce. “What time is it?”

 “About five in the morning. It’s a Saturday. Why do you ask?” Bruce replied, maintaining his usual composure.

 Jason noted that it was still early the morning of the accident, meaning he hadn’t been out for too long. “(Y/N). Is she- I- Is she- How is she?”

Jason didn’t miss the darkness in Bruce’s eyes or the grimace that he attempted to hide. He felt a pit forming rapidly in his stomach and he shook his head, his eyes going wide. “She’s- She’s d- dead?

 “Not dead,” Bruce corrected, and Jason let out a sigh of relief. “But it’s bad, Jason. She’s going into emergency surgery. I- I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

 “Oh.”

 There was silence between the two after that. The occasional beeping of the machines, and the steady quiet buzz of the air conditioner were what kept the room from utter silence. It wasn’t for a few minutes until Bruce spoke again.

 “They say- They say you’re lucky to only have sustained a concussion and some bruising. Especially compared t-” Bruce cut himself off before he could finish. It wasn’t a statement Jason would appreciate.

Jason, however, didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence. He knew what the ending was. Especially compared to her. He shifted his head awkwardly against the stiff material of the hospital pillow to look away from Bruce.

“How did you find out so soon?” Jason asked, less out of interest in the answer and more out of a desire to fill the silence. To give himself less room to think.

 “They recognized (Y/N) as one of my wards, called me over here about an hour ago,” Bruce explained.

 “I see,” Jason replied shortly.

 Another painfully long moment of stiff and awkward silence came to pass.

 “I know you blame me for this but-”

 “I don’t.”

 “You- You don’t?” Jason asked, slightly surprised. He had been expecting Bruce to make this more difficult. To make him feel guiltier than he already did.

“No. But I know you blame yourself. And I don’t think that’s fair,” Bruce said, his tone even and his voice unfaltering.

“How would you know that it’s not my fault? How do you know this didn’t happen because of some irresponsible mistake that I made?” Jason inquired, still surprised at Bruce’s lack of vindictiveness. He turned his head back across the pillow to face the other man.

“How do I know? Because I know that you don’t make irresponsible mistakes when it comes to her. I know that when it comes to her you take precautions, and you’re more careful than I’ve ever seen you,” Bruce stated matter-of-factly 

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that. So he didn’t. And suddenly he understood why Bruce stayed silent when faced with difficult questions. Because sometimes there was no good way to answer. “What are her injuries like?” Jason asked, deflecting off onto another topic.

“Are you sure you want to know? It’s not pretty. I would understand if-”

I want to know,” Jason cut him off firmly, steeling himself for what he was about to hear.

Bruce nodded, the expression on his face grim. “They said that there’s extensive internal bleeding in several locations and-” Bruce paused to let out a weak sigh. “The impact caused several broken ribs. One of which- One of which punctured a blood vessel. The lacerations she suffered were severe and some cut into the bone. One shoulder is dislocated and the opposite wrist is broken. She has shrapnel scattered throughout her legs. It’s not pretty.”

Jason’s mouth ran dry. He had imagined that your injuries would be bad, but this? This was more than he knew how to process. “I- All of that?”

Bruce nodded wordlessly. “Despite all of that,” he started slowly, “They say that she’s lucky. Her head, neck, and spine are all intact, aside from minor stress from impact on her spine.”

“Lucky,” Jason tried out the word for himself, and he felt a sense of bitterness as it rolled off his tongue. Lucky. He didn’t feel like you had been lucky. He felt like the hospital staff decided to call your condition lucky because they didn’t have the hearts to tell him that you were on the verge of death. All because the two of you had been bored and sleepless at an odd hour of the night. No. Lucky wasn’t right. Lucky wasn’t right at all.


You awoke abruptly with a tube down your throat and no idea where you were. Immediately you wanted to kick your arms and legs, but not only were you restrained, it hurt to move. Every inch of your body was in pain, and your muscles ached and your chest hurt with every movement 

You felt panic rising in your chest and you started to hyperventilate. You struggled against your restraints despite the fact that every single fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop. You wanted to cry out, but you couldn’t get your voice to work, and the breathing tube restricted you from any form of verbality. Despite your inability to call for help, before you knew it, there were people in pristine white clothing standing above you and gently holding you down.

You felt a sharp and searing pain rip through your abdomen as you twisted your torso in a strange way while attempting to struggle against the doctors and nurses.

The pain forced you to stop resisting so much, and after a few moments your state of hyperventilation had passed. After you had calmed down, you gained some recollection of what had happened and where you were.

Another few minutes had passed and a nurse began to ask you questions about what you remembered, how you felt, and if you knew why you were there, having you write down your answers on a pad of paper with your unbroken wrist, though she was careful not to harm the dislocated shoulder.

Your writing was barely legible. Your hand had been trembling violently the whole time, and your only usable hand was your off hand.

Once she seemed to be done interviewing you, you zoned out, still in shock after your violent wake-up and the events of the crash. You heard her say something about stitches, and then something about extubation before you completely tuned out 

The breathing tube was uncomfortable, but it seemed like a minor thing compared to the pain you felt up and down your arms and legs, as well as in your abdomen. You had no idea what time it was. The curtains were drawn, and you had absolutely no perception of time, aside from the wall-clock which read seven-fifteen. Morning or night, you couldn’t tell.

You shut your eyes and tried to ignore the pain. Instead you focused on how tired you felt, and how nice it would feel to sleep. Slowly, you drifted out of consciousness.


When you woke up again, you felt no panic. Just bleary eyed and still just as tired as when you had fallen asleep. This time, though, there were two people in the room with you. One at your bedside and another sitting by the door.

You blinked a few times and gave your vision time to clear. You identified the two people as Jason and Bruce, and a strange sense of comfort washed over you. Bruce was dressed in civilian clothes, but Jason wore a hospital gown.

Both were asleep, Bruce hunched over in the too-small chair, and Jason slumped onto the side of the bed with his head resting in his arms.

The clock on the wall read seven-thirty, but you doubted that it had been only fifteen minutes since you were last awake. No. You felt the hours of sleep in the way your eyelids seemed to stick shut when you blinked.

You wanted to make some move to alert them that you were awake, but the breathing tube still kept you from speaking and Jason was on the side of your broken wrist. Your dislocated shoulder prevented you from reaching across and waking him with your other hand 

You felt helpless all over again. You were scared and it felt like you had been alone for an eternity.

As you realized your predicament, you became painfully aware of the sounds of your breathing tube and heart monitor and the buzz of all of the machines that were keeping you alive.

That was another thing that scared you. How close were you to death? What kind of line were you walking? What if you fell onto the wrong side? What if you fell asleep right here and just never woke up? What if the last time you ever got to see Jason he didn’t get to see you? It scared you tremendously. But it was a hollow, passive fear. Passive because what else could you be with a tube down your throat and two useless arms? As you stared up blankly at the hospital ceiling you realized that the most terrifying experience of your life wasn’t staring into the barrel of a gun, or colliding with the asphalt at fifty miles per hour. The most terrifying experience of your life was taking place right then. Staring passively up at a hospital ceiling. Helplessly wondering if you were going to die. There was no adrenaline. There was no rush that kept you from looking death straight in the face.

You pondered this for a long while, until, to your relief, Jason stirred from his sleep.

He groaned slightly as he awoke, and you smiled to yourself as best you could around the tube 

You watched as he lifted his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Slowly, his eyes met with yours, and you saw slow relief take over his expression.

He smiled sadly and moved a hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his eyes expressing relief, but also guilt and love.

You managed a small shake of your head. It’s not your fault, you wanted to say. The subtle change in his expression told you that he’d understood what you’d meant.

“I love you. I- I just- I need to say that. I love you.” The sadness he carried in his voice broke you. The way his voice started to break at the end. The bittersweet message that his words carried. I love you and I need to say it now because if you fall asleep again I might not get another chance.

You nodded your head as best you could, never breaking eye contact with him. I love you too, you wanted to say. There were so many things you wanted to say in that moment. I love you. It’s not your fault. If I die I don’t want you to blame yourself forever. I’m scared. I love you. I love you. I love you.

His hand never left the side of your face, and he continuously brushed circles on your cheek with his thumb. As you watched him, you swore you could see the moment where whatever thoughts he was having, whatever ideas plagued his mind, broke him. His face contorted into a caricature of grief and it alarmed you.

It was so unlike Jason to cry, or display his grief so openly. Part of you wanted to tell him not to waste his tears on you, but the other side wanted to cry along with him. To cry because of the helplessness that ate away at your resolve.

Jason managed to wipe away his tears quickly, and if you hadn’t seen it yourself, you wouldn’t have been able to guess that he had been weeping just moments earlier. He rest his head gently against your upper arm, careful not to hurt you.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before you felt a sharp and painful twinge in your abdomen. You winced slightly, but paid it no mind. You figured it was just a bruise, or some stitch from your surgery that had been pulled 

You grunted in pain when the twinge returned, more painfully. You became alarmed once the pain branched up into your chest. It hurt like hell, and soon your entire abdomen was in excruciating pain.

You cried out through the breathing tube. It was a strange, mangled sound and it had Jason’s head shooting up from the bed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked in a panic, trying to get you took look at him. You cried out again, and Bruce, who had just woken up, shouted for a nurse.

Several people came running into the room, two of which began pulling a struggling Jason out into the hallway.

He fought tooth and nail to get back to your side, struggling hard against the people who were pulling him away. 

“I love you!” he shouted, just as he was pulled out into the hall, and the door was shut in his face.

Surprise (3/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

Surprise Master List          Marvel Master List


“ I CALLED IT! BANNER YOU OWE ME $100." 

 You laugh at Tonys outburst as he pulls you to him, returning the tight hug. ” Welcome Back Y/n. “ He whispers into your ear . 

The rest of the teams welcome was the same, except Steve, Sam and Buckys. 

  Sam lifts you off the ground, swinging your around .” I fucking hoped it was you ! “ he cheers as he sets you down. You kiss his cheek and giggle. Bucky tugs you into a bonecrushing hug as he swears under his breath .  

” Hi Buckaroo “

  ” I cant believe its you Y/n. “ he admits as he steps back to look at you . A smirk forms on his face, ” Damn, looking as good as ever darling .“ he flirts. A blush blossoms over your cheeks.

 ” Bite me Barnes. “

” With pleasure .“ he shoots back with a wink. You roll your eyes .

Steve is still standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head.  ” Hi Stevie .“  your voice shy & quiet . 

” Oh my  God. “ he whispers, still staring at you .

Is he not happy to see me?

  Tears start flowing down your cheeks at the thought. When Steve sees the first one fall he steps forwards, swiping It away gently. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You swear he sniffs your hair, but you ignore it , hugging him tightly to you .

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All too quickly his arms disappear , and he is stepping back from you . He doesn’t say a word, just walks out of the room like his life depended on it.You , Bucky & Sam all exchange confused glances at Steves behavior .What the hell? Bucky races after him, while Sam pulls you towards the bar.

  ” You know, he wasn’t the same after that mission.“ Sam tells you as  he knowingly watches you look for your friends.You sigh, bringing your glass to your lips. ” He blames himself for losing you . Me & Barnes have caught him sleeping in your old room a handful of times.  He wouldn’t let any of us pack up your things. “ Your heart breaks at the information sam feeds you ,I never wanted him to blame himself, dammit.

 ” Its not his fault though . He didn’t know-“

” You know you told him you loved-“

” Shut up Sam. “   

He starts laughing loudly , ” Damn , I missed you.“ 

” Yeah yeah , I missed you too bird butt.“  You hear him groan . You giggle, and pull him to the deserted dancefloor.  

” Come on Sammy!“ he doesn’t fight it, just lets you drag him  . The song changes to something a little more upbeat, and he starts twirling you around the floor. You giggle as you two dance, knowing you look anything but suave . 

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  The team surrounds you two ( minus Steve and Bucky) and laughs while they watch you and Sam horribly dance. You manage to coax most of them into dancing, and before you know it the dancefloor is filling with people.   

    You take a break from dancing and weave through the crowd and back to the bar.  You see Steve and Bucky leaning against it ,so you dart towards them . 

” Can we talk?“ you ask Steve as you approach  .  He sighs, and nods towards the door leading to the balcony. Bucky sends you a symphathetic  look before you follow behind Steve.  When the door shuts behind you , you decide to make the first move ,

” Steve -“

” You died. I watched you die in my arms from bullets that were meant for me.“  You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t. 

” You’ve been gone a year , and ive spent every god damn day blaming myself.“ "It wasn’t your fault !  I- ”

“ Your right ,it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. What the hell were you thinking  jumping infront of me like that ! ” he bellows . You’ve never seen this side of him, hes never been angry with you before and its terrifying.

 " I was saving your damn Life Steve!“

” No one asked you to y/n! You aren’t enhanced, you weren’t even a part of the damn team! , I didn’t need you to save me!“Tears escape your eyes, his words sinking in .

 ” I couldn’t watch you die Steve.“ you whisper  


Steves POV

  I let out a dry laugh at her statement, ” So you made me watch you die instead? You were selfish and naïve. You had no place being there that day. You aren’t special  like the others on the-“ As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize just how bad they sound. Before I get a chance to rephrase she speaks,

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 ” I’m so fucking sorry , did I hurt your fucking ego saving your life?!“ she spits, her voice dripping with anger. 

 Fuck , I didn’t mean to - ugh I really need to learn how to not look like an ass.

” Y/n I didn’t-“

” Fuck off Rogers. I thought we were friends, i thought youd be happy to see me but clearly i was fucking wrong. “ She says before storming back into the party . ” I’m an idiot.“ i say to myself,

” Yeah you really are.“  I look seeing Bucky in the doorway . ” What the hell were you thinking ?! That girl saved your ass because she loves you ,Did you forget that ?  Or are you still trying to deny your own feelings . “ he barks  at me.

 ” I need to find her. “ I say as i push past him , I know he is right, i think about the fact that i never got to tell her how i felt about her everyday  .  I search through the crowd of people, but come up empty .

 ” Her and Pietro just left, it was a big night for her . Let her sleep it off.“ Sam says as he approaches me.

 Son of a bitch .


Y/n POV

 You’re thankful Pietro is just as exhausted and overwhelmed as you  .He jumped at the chance to head to bed when you announced you were calling it a night. You’ve spent a lot of night together back when it was just the two of you , never in a sexual way though .    Tears start falling the second you step foot in your old room .  Everything was the same way you left it that day , except your bed. You always made your bed before you left,   right now though the blankets tossed to one side and the pillows are strewn across it. You step closer and Steve scent find your nostrils. He really has been sleeping  in here.

    You shake off the sadness that starts to form, and begin digging through your drawers for pajamas. You both switch from your party clothes into pj’s , then fall into your old bed. 

 ” P, even though its not just the two of us anymore, we are still going to stay close right? “ you question .

He pulls you closer to him , placing a light kiss on your forehead, ” You cant get rid of me that easily Y/n . I never really thought id be this close to someone other than Wanda , I don’t plan on giving it up.“    You lean up to kiss his cheek,

” Neither do I “ .    


  ” Sex must not have been that good, we didn’t even hear you doing it.“  

You groan , rolling on your back as you look towards your open door. Tony is standing there with a smug look on his face . You hear Pietro mumble as he stretches next to you .

"  For all you know Tony, I’m a quiet lover. ” you say through your yawns . 

He lets out a loud laugh , “ I’d love to find out. ”

You fake gag as you stand , all your bones cracking as you fully stretch  .“ What do you need ironballs?”

 " I wanna run a few tests on you two, see how your insides are looking.“ he simply states, you watch as his eyes go to your bare legs .

” Eyes up here perv. You want to do this now?“  You slide on the first pair of shorts you find. 

” Yeah , might as well get it out of the way .“ he shrugs  .You hear Pietro lightly snoring then look to see him asleep again and wrapped in your blanket.

"Seriously?"    you yank Pietro out of bed by his foot . He yelps as he lands on the floor. A strong of curses flows from his lips as he stands .

” We have to give Tony blood, stay awake for like 20 minutes then you can go back to bed ,lazy ass. “ He mumbles but follows after the both of you .      It doesn’t take long for Tony to poke and prod at the both of you. You decide to head to the communal kitchen,  your stomach kept grumbling while  you in the lab . As soon as you step off the elevator you hear laughter echoing through the floor. 

 You keep walking towards the sound, finding Sam , Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Are they watching Scooby doo? !

  You fight the urge to yell at them for not inviting you , you still don’t want to speak to Steve after last night. You walk straight to the kitchen  ,but since you have to pass by the couches Sam sees you .

 " Well good morning Sunshine!” he calls, you wave but keep moving.  

You go right to the fridge, finding a bowl of fresh cut fruit.God yes.

You grab it then hop on to the counter as you begin eating.  You moan at the taste of the strawberry ,

 " so that’s what gets you hot & bothered, huh?“  Buckys voice startles you ,causing you to almost drop your fruit.

 ” I’m putting fucking bells around your neck.“ you playfully threaten .

 He lets out a booming laugh while he walks closer to you . He opens his mouth , silently asking for a piece . You roll your eyes as you feed him a grape.   

" Why don’t we go  out and do something today ?” he asks,  you hum in agreement before adding,

“ If I don’t eat right now Barnes, ill be your worst nightmare."  He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle.

 ” Shes not kidding, I’ve seen her up close when she hasn’t eaten Buck. I’m glad you found the fruit I left you . " Steve says as he enters.

Oh so now hes friendly? Fuck him and his dumb delicious fruit.

 You don’t acknowledge Steves words, or even his presence . You place the bowl of remaining fruit on the counter , hopping down from your seat . 

“ Y/n , can we -”

 " No, I don’t think we can Captain Rogers. “ 

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Bucky sighs at the two of you .

 ” Told you she wouldn’t talk to him !“ Sam yells from the couch . You snort, and grab an orange off the counter and lean towards the doorway to toss it at him. You hear a thud then Sam grunt.  Bucky bursts out laughing, and you can see Steve shake his head at your antics.

 ” I’m still kinda tired Buck, maybe we can go do something another day .“ you offer

 ” What about a movie day ?“  His puppy dog eyes on full display as he asks.Jesus, I don’t think anyone can say no to him.

” Damn it Barnes.  Fine. “   You invite the rest of the team for a movie day , but only Sam, Steve , Pietro and Wanda join the two of you .  The twins sat next to each other , laughing and teasing each other the entire time.  Watching the two of them made your heart swell with happiness. They both looks so complete in each others presence, you’ve never seen Pietro so happy  .   

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” Mr. Stark is requesting everyone in his lab in 5 minutes.“ FRIDAY announces.

I wonder what new toy he wants to show us  .

    You make your way down, sitting next to Natasha on a stool .

 ” What did he build now?“ you whisper to her

” I have no idea, but whatever it is better not be alive. “ she hisses. You cant hide your snort at her comment. The team breaks out in smiles at the sound 

 ” I cant believe I’m going to say this , but I think I fucking missed your laugh snorting. “ Clint says . You hear everyone agree , making you blush  .

” Guys stop .“ you say bashfully.   

” So get this , “ Tony says as he strolls in .

” You know you’re the one that called us here , and YOU were late. “ you point out

” I do what I want.“ he says with a shrug. Of course you do Tony.

He has FRIDAY pull up two screens, one showing your blood cell samples, and the other Pietros . They looked drastically different, yet with some similiarities.  His have specks of silver in them, along spikey balls attached to some .Ewh is that normal?

  Yours is what makes your eyes nearly pop from your head, you had the same spikey balls , but they are blue, & multiplying every few seconds.

 ” Tony what the hell is that !“ You shriek

 ” Calm down .  Pietros looks the way it does because the particles that came from your TAHITI bonded with his already mutated ones from his enhancements. Weird bonded with weirder and seemingly complimented eachother well and balanced him out. You my dear, didn’t have the prior enhancement, but the program seems to have created some. “ It did what now?

” I’m sorry what? “ He clears off Pietros screen and zooms onto yours.   

” Tony what are you saying ?“ Steve asks as he watches your screen . 

” I don’t know how to make this anymore understandable. Speedy over there, already had mutated cells when TAHITI was administered. He is already enhanced so his cells were trying to heal him the minute he was injured, the program only slightly helped since they were already laced with all the mutation possible. Y/n, had completely normal cells , hence why TAHITI helped her heal so much faster. It seems it also mutated her cells. “  

 You all are still sending him ’ wtf ’ looks, Tony pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration . ” English Tony.“ you say, annoyance clear in your tone.  

” You . Are.Enhanced. Whatever abilities you have just haven’t surfaced yet.“   

  Your mouth drops open,  ” you- I - but - what?“  Your mind cant seem to stick on one question ,the team stays silent as they watch your face scrunch in realization .

 ” It’s going to be alr-“ 

” What the hell Tony !“ you bellow ” How did SHIELD miss this !?!“   

” They didn’t miss it , they sent it over to me  so I could get a closer look and see if I could trigger-“ 

” THEY KNEW AND DIDNT TELL ME!?“

  You hate this, you hate being left out of the loop , and you especially hate being left out when its concerning you . 

   ” Y/n, calm down -“ Steve starts, he puts his hand on your shoulder but you rip yourself out of his grip .

  "  Back the hell off Steve. ” you growl   

 " Sir, it seems Miss Y/n’s vitals are skyrocketing into dangerous numbers .“ FRIDAY announces.

  ” Y/n, you need to relax. “ Tony says as he slowly approaches you .   

” Wait , Tony did you know about Y/n and Pietro all this time?“ Natasha asks suspiciously .  

He hesitates before answering, ” I didn’t know about Maximoff, but I was informed about Y/n when she woke up and they saw the abnormalities in her cells. They sent me her bloodwork when their team couldn’t- "  

“ You knew ? ” Steve slams his hands against one of the tables.   

“ It was confidential ,and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk telling anyone. What If something went wrong and she didnt come back? You’d all be heartbroken  !” Tony defends.

 " I WAS ALREADY HEARTBROKEN!“  Steve snaps at Tony.  At this point, all you feel is pure rage flowing through you .

How could Tony know ,and not even call me ?  I sat in that damn facility for months, and he fucking knew?! And who the hell is Steve to say he was heartbroken! Did he forget our conversation from  last night already! 

  You try to even your breathing ,but nothing seems to help .  You register your name being called but you’re so focused on not trying to kill Tony or Steve that you cant answer. They are still bickering about you like you aren’t even in the room .   ” SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU , JUST SHUT THE HELL UP !“ You scream at the two infront of you .  They go silent, locking their eyes on you.

 ” Miss Y/n, I advise you take a seat your vitals are showing-“  You don’t hear the rest, everything goes silent  and your vision fades to absolute darkness.

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My Person : Carl Grimes x Reader

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A/N: I went crazy on this one again…

“C’mon, Carl, stay with me,” you beg quietly. Rick had just laid him down on the gurney, completely emotionless. He stays staring at Carl and pacing back and forth before he slams the door behind him, sprinting out to slaughter the incoming walkers. Denise is carefully pulling on the suture while Michonne is holding Carl’s head steady. Blood is steadily dripping on to Carl’s cheek, and falling on to the ground, creating a dark red spot on the floor.

“Go Michonne, I’ll stay with him,” you offer. Michonne nods and kisses Carl on the forehead before bolting out the door to help Rick.

“Alright, (Y/N), one more suture,” Denise finishes and cuts the remaining loose end of the suture. “Done, we need to move him to a room and make sure he’s not developing an infection.”

You brush Carl’s hair off of his sweaty forehead before Denise starts to maneuver the gurney down the hall. It was a struggle for the both of you to move him into a bed, but you got it after a few attempts.

“I can set everything up, Denise,” you say, setting up the IV on the bed post. “You go tend to everyone else. I know what to do.”

She reluctantly agrees to let you stay with Carl after giving you detailed instructions on what to do when he wakes up. After she leaves, you pile up the bandages on the nightstand and take Carl’s hand in yours. You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles lightly, silently hoping he would wake up as perfect as ever. 

You stay with Carl into the early morning as you feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Your haven’t left his side in hours, even calling for Denise to bring you another IV bag to avoid leaving. The sun has already risen when you attempt to talk to Carl, silently hoping he can’t actually hear you.

“Hey, best friend,” you sigh, still holding on to his hand. “I kinda really hope you can’t hear me right now, but I guess I might as well get this off of my chest while I’m here. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since almost the first day we met. I actually hated you at first because you were such a good shot, way better than I was, but I came to enjoy your company after you set up target practice for us. Thank you for being my person through everything, no matter how much danger I’ve accidentally put us in. I love you, and I need you for however long this freaking apocalypse lasts, and as long as you want me to be, I’ll be here for you.” 

You finish your little monologue and wipe a tear that had slipped on to your cheek. You rest your head on your hand, closing your eyes for a split second before you feel a slight pressure on your fingers. Your eyes snap open and you stare at your hand, waiting for Carl to do it again.

“Come on, Carl,” you plead. “Squeeze my hand again.”

You feel the little bit of pressure again and almost cry from happiness.

“Carl Grimes, you are my favorite person right now.” You squeeze his hand back and smile widely. It’s soon after when Carl opens his good eye and turns his head to look at you.

“Still looking good, (Y/N). Even with only one good eye left,” he says in a raspy voice with a smile. 

“I mean, that wouldn’t have changed, even if you lost both eyes,” you chuckle.

“True,” he laughs. “By the way, I heard everything you said earlier.”

“Oh no,” you say out loud.

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than anything,” Carl says, smiling a little. 

“Oh thank God, or else that would have been really embarrassing if you didn’t,” you admit before clearing your throat. “I need to change your bandages before Denise comes in and yells at me for not doing it immediately per her instructions.”

You reach your hand up to take off his bandage but he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t want you to be disgusted by me,” Carl admits lowly, letting go of your hand. 

“Carl, I couldn’t care less what you look like,” you say, running our thumb over his cheek. “I wouldn’t trade my person for the world.”

With All My Heart - Part 11

Word Count: 2691

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for the help 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Appreciated

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“Can I have access to my girlfriend sometime this week?” Jensen glared at Emma who hadn’t stopped cuddling you since you let her in the room. You were going home today and she still refused to leave your side, taking up half your bed and clinging to you like glue.

“No.” She answered, burying her face in your neck. “She’s mine now. You had your turn.” You held your hand up to your face and laughed, cringing a little at the pain it caused. You didn’t see him snap the photo of you in that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you laughing again made him happy.

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more trans will because thats what this blog exists for and what i exist for;

- will showed up at camp at like, 8 or 9, real young like annabeth did. he had been homeless for a while, wandering, surviving, and was found by a satyr or even by chiron himself. his demigod status was obvious, so they took him quickly to camp and explained it all, showing the orientation video and helping him get used to camp life

- he was a scrappy fella, was still scared and angry after everything that happened. everyone thought he was the meanest girl in the entire world. when they called him that (girl) it just made him angrier, meaner.

- this is where he and clarisse’s friendship comes in. she’s a little older than him, but she appreciates the spark in his heart. he’s full of rage like she is and even though they don’t talk that much, there’s this rapport of support between them. neither of them can really explain it.

- chiron notices will’s discomfort and rage early on, but he waits to discuss the possibility of him being trans just in case. he doesnt want to scare him, after all, or rush him into hasty decisions. it isnt the best choice, but chiron does it anyways. he helps will best he can with his anger and discomfort, but after two years, its made quite obvious that these feelings arent going to go away. chiron asks will if he ever wonders if he may not be a girl

- will’s whole world is turned upside down. “i dont understand” he says. “i have to be a girl. right?” and chiron shakes his head no and tries to explain it, but stops when he sees the look on will’s face. when such young kids show at camp, he always begins to see them as his own foster children; he’d seen will as a daughter, and possibly as a son all along. he gently tells will to get on his back and together they ride to the fields where its just them in the quiet

- chiron explains it better now, here, starting with seemingly endless tales of incredible heroes. will sighs, confused. “ive already heard all these stories, chiron. what does it have to do with not being a girl?” chiron’s smile crinkles his eyes at the corners. “so impatient. i tell you these specific tales because all these heroes… they were all assigned a different gender at birth.”

- will gets off of chiron’s back and walks a bit aways, looking alarmed. “what does that mean?” he says, but he’s pretty sure he knows. he’s ten, and he never really went to school, was ‘homeschooled’ in his neglectful mother’s travel rv until he wasn’t, but he knows some things. he was a smart boy - chiron had helped him learn to read, though he wasnt very good at it. he’s taught him all kinds of stuff and now he’s teaching him even more and that realization makes will a little less scared of what he’s figuring out. “wh- what does it mean? to be something else than what you’re meant to be?”

- chiron walks a bit closer to will, patient but still oddly stern like he always is. “there’s no such thing, child. if you feel you are a boy, or something else-” “a boy.” he pauses. “a boy?” will takes a steadying breath. “y-yes. definitely a boy.” and chiron smiles at him, this boy who has tears in his awe-filled eyes, and says kindly, “if you feel you are a boy, my son, then that’s what you were always meant to be. there is no shame in that.”

- they hug for a very long time after that. chiron promises to help him tell his siblings, tell the rest of the campers. will picks out a name, gets a haircut he wants, is even allowed all new clothes (mainly courtesy of his friend cecil’s older brother). he’s impossibly happy now, no longer that mean kid that showed up at camp, and everyone is thrown for a loop at the sudden appearance of this boy made of sunshine. percy, when they’re racing chariots in his second year, doesn’t even recognize him, thinks he’s a first-year camper. chiron is near bursting with pride, and so are lee fletcher and michael yew, will’s big brothers.

- will becomes a sort of 'ambassador’ of transgender demigods at camp (upon his own insistance, of course) and puts together another orientation video. this one is for trans demigods, detailing the definitions of a few of the identities under the trans umbrella, depicting the heroic deeds and quests of fellow trans demigods. his siblings help, and so do other trans kids - like drew tanaka, whose hair is just reaching her chin and is always tied out of her face with a ribbon, or will’s old friend clarisse, who again offers her silent support to him. there are more trans kids at camp who arent as open about it, but thats alright. camp half blood is a safe place for people like will, and drew, and clarisse, and will hopes to make it even better.

- this place has always been his home. he wants it to be a home for every kind of demigod out there. and if he has to build every brick for them with his own two hands, construct the entire camp from the ground up to make a home for them, then by the gods, he will. clarisse laughs when he says this, but he doesnt care. he knows that this is a fight he can win - the fight for people like him. and clarisse says “i know. you’ve always been scrappy like that.”

RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~

I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.

(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)

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Yoosung:

While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”

He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”

“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”

This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.

~~

707:

Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”

~~

Zen:

The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?

“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”

He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~

~~

Jaehee:

She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.

SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?

“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“…what..”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Jaehe-”

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”

~~

Jumin:


You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”

AND YOU JUST?

UHM?

You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”

~~

V:

He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”

HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.

“What..?”

“You love rika. Don’t you?”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”

(SQUEAL?)

~~

Saeran:

You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”

“Wha-”

“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

Grief

suggested by @missuprealeaaa!! thank you so much for this friend!!! <3 

jesus christ this is super long… but it was just REALLY interesting to write, but and really challenging because of the amount of reading and research I had to do to make sure my background information was correct, but it was totally worth it \(^U^)/ ENJOY

{headcanon / au. inukag ft. inu gang + koga. 2395 words. suggest a hc. ff.net.}


“I couldn’t – I couldn’t do anything to save her…”

Kagome sunk behind her knees as the tears continuously trembled down her distraught face. Koga panned over to the girl’s dismay, but, even he knew, there just wasn’t any right thing to say.

“Maybe if… I had more power…,” Kagome continued, “Maybe if… I was stronger…” She sniffled as she continued hiding behind her crossed arms, “Maybe… then… I could’ve saved Kikyo.”

Or maybe… I still can…,” so she thought.

A ray of bright lights then burst from Inuyasha and Kikyo’s direction. The soul eaters swirled in the wind and circulated everyone who was present. The gang became submerged in the ray of light and its indescribable warmth. Kagome teared as she felt Kikyo’s soul pass through her and Inuyasha remained silent.

Miroku kept Sango close as Shippo remained on his shoulder, “Come Kagome, Koga.” He looked back at the distressed boy, “Let us leave Inuyasha to himself for a bit.”

“Ay,” Koga nodded, pushing himself up from ground. “I know you don’t want to leave your pup alone, Kagome, but it’s just for awhile,” he reached out his hand.

Kagome kept her eyes on Inuyasha as she was lifted from her seat. She followed, but still lacked behind the rest, unable to rip her stare from the discerning figure. She knew what she had to do.

“Erm,” Kagome paused. “I think I’m going to take some time for myself as well.”

“Just be careful, Kagome-chan,” Sango smiled as she laid a hand on her shoulder, Miroku and Shippo bobbing their heads in agreement.

Koga took a step closer, “If you need anything, I’m always right here for you.”

The gang slowly nodded their heads with a longing expression on their faces as Kagome softly grinned and walked in a different direction. Kagome felt their eyes piercing into her back as she walked further and further away. She knew, maybe, it wasn’t the best time to separate from the group, but there was something she felt needed to be done.

“I remember… there was something I had learned in history class…,” the girl held her chin, continuing her small steps. “But… What was it?”

She closed her eyes trying to envision that day in class. She saw herself, sitting at her desk, her fellow classmates, friends, and the teacher. She tried to watch her teacher closely; following along with the mouthing of his words.

“That’s right!” she broke out of her memory. “The yin-yang priests!” she exclaimed. “The onmyouji.” 

“Let me think…,” Kagome shut her eyes once again, remaining in one place. “Onmyouji practiced onmyōdō, which was influenced by Taoism, Buddhism, and Shintoism. These onmyoujis [also known as onmyōji] were specialists in magic, divination, and some claimed that they could talk to those who passed …,” she came back to reality. “Sheesh… No wonder I almost flunked that class.”

Her head began to spin from all the information and her own feelings; she decided to take a seat on a nearby rock to help gather her thoughts so she could come to an actual solution.

She plopped her chin onto the palm of her hand, “But where can I find them?!”

The girl banged her head against her hands, out of frustration, trying to retreat some more information. She began to feel hopeless. Nearing another desire to cry, she suddenly remembered the question asked by a friend: 

But in today’s society, aren’t the onmyoji defined as a type of Shinto priest?

“Of course!” Kagome leaped in light of her revelation. “Onmyoujis are also Shinto priests,” she took a scan of the surrounding area. “And there’s a Shinto shrine not too far from here.”

With high confidence and fearlessness, the girl marched her way into the forest and towards the only place, she thought, could help Inuyasha find salvation.  


“Kagome’s been gone for quite awhile now…,” Shippo muttered behind the warmth of a lit fire.

Koga hopped up without hesitation, “What if she’s gotten into some trouble?!” He run quickly in a circle; fists clenched and eyebrows propped up.

“Kagome-sama just needed some alone time,” Miroku looked over to his troubled friend. “Just like Inuyasha.”

Sango continued staring into the fire, Kirara sitting on her lap, “But, houshisama-” she turned sharply to face Miroku- “What if she did run into trouble? I mean…” She continued, “Naraku is still out there… What if he’s been waiting for this to happen?”

It was almost instantaneously that the entire group stood up in freight. Sango gripped hiraikotsu and Miroku grabbed his staff while Koga, Shippo, and Kirara got into defensive stances.

“There’s just one more problem…,” Sango said with a worried tone.

“What is it?” Shippo looked up to meet her gaze.

Miroku tightened his hand around the staff, “Inuyasha isn’t aware of Kagome-sama’s absence-”

“And… he’ll probably kill us after we tell him that we let her go,” Koga noted.  

The gang shivered with fear of how Inuyasha was going to react. They stepped quietly towards the boy who was busy staring off into the distance. His ears twitched as everyone neared behind him, but he didn’t flinch nor mutter a single word. The only sound that could be heard was the howling of the wind and a multitude of fast-paced heartbeats.

“Inuyasha…,” Miroku stood beside him. “We, uh-” he cleared his throat- “We have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Inuyasha mumbled beneath his breath, the gang feeling a cold front.

Sango took a step on the other side of him, “Kagome… has been gone for quite some time…”

“What are you –” he slowly, but aggressively got up onto his feet- “What are you trying to say?”

“She said she needed time to herself and that she wanted to be alone!-”

With no interest in further information, Inuyasha’s eyes widened before sprinting off into the direction of her faint scent. The pressure of his feet stomping on the grass and dirt echoed as Koga, with Shippo, followed his tail and Sango and Miroku rode Kirara doing the same.

“KAGOME?!!?!”   


Kagome breathed heavily as she reached the final step, “Whew, I’m out of shape.” She held her ribs and panted towards the floor. It took only another few seconds for her to realize that she had finally made it.

“Ah,” she took a look around. “Hello?! Is anyone here?!”

She quickly, yet carefully made her way towards the little hut beside the shrine. A faint light seemed to be lit within the place, which gave her a bit more sprinkles of hope.

“Hel-”

“Ah, a traveler?” said the man who emerged from the hut.

Kagome’s eyes lit up with a little bit of faith, “Y-Yes! Uhh, you can say that.” She cleared her throat, “You are… a Shinto priest, correct?”

The man laughed, “Why yes, of course I am.” He gestured to the shrine not too far from them.

The man laughed, “Why yes, of course I am.” He gestured to the shrine not too far from them.

“So, that also means you are an onmyōji as well, right?” the girl mentally crossed her fingers, praying that the somewhat-shorter man would give her her desired answer.

He stood in awe, “That’s very impressive-” he folded his hands- “that someone your age actually knows of that.”    

“T-Thank you,” she quickly replied. “Therefore, you know of magical rituals such as divination, necromancy, and spiritualist techniques?!” The man didn’t have time to reply, “I need you to perform a resurrection ritual,” she proclaimed. “…Please?”

The priest replied with saddened eyes, “I’m sorry, miss, but I don’t think you want to do that.”

Kagome formed her hands into a fist, furrowing her brows, “Of course I do!!!” She turned away, “It’s something that I need to do…”

“You misunderstand me,” the priest laid a gentle hand on her, causing her spin his direction. “In order to successfully perform a resurrection ritual-” his voice trembled- “you must sacrifice a life.” He slowly shook his head, “A human life.” 

He waited for Kagome to look shocked and take back her demand, but this was something she had already knew.

She looked up into the sky, taken away by the realignment of the stars, “Please, this is something bigger, and far more important, than myself.” She saw an image of Kikyo.


“What were you guys thinking?!” Inuyasha barked as he hopped from treetop to treetop. “How could you ever think of letting Kagome go somewhere alone this late at night?!” He huffed, “What if… Naraku?!-”

“I knew I should’ve accompanied Kagome-”

“ESPECIALLY YOU, WOLF BOY!” Inuyasha hissed. “Of all people, how could you have let her gone?!”

“WATCH IT, MUTT!” Koga growled, biting his tongue as he sprinted right beneath him. “You were to caught up with your own feelings you completely neglected Kagome’s!!!”

“Why you…,” Inuyasha hopped off the treetop, confronting Koga. “Why should I listen to what you what to say?!”

“ENOUGH!” Sango threw hiraikotsu to break the two up.

“You both are being childish!” Miroku exclaimed. “Kagome-sama is missing and it’s you two who are getting caught up in your own feelings!”

Inuyasha and Koga sneered as they face the opposite of each other. Shippo and Kirara sighing at their naivety. Suddenly, the wind picked up and howled fiercely, much more ferociously. The gang pushed back by its pressure.

“I know that scent!!!” Inuyasha leaped back onto the trees, sprinting off at the speed of light.

Koga took a quick whiff of the air, “IT’S-”

“KAGOME?!?!?!!?!!”


The priest sat down in front of the altar. He continuously shook his head no as he prepared the bowl of ingredients required for the ritual. He placed it in the center of the sigil that Kagome mimicked from the ancient Japanese ritual book with paint. She returned with the page of incantation.

“Here you go!” the girl handed over the wrinkled page.

“Child…,” the priest teared. “How could you still speak with such positive energy?”

Kagome forced a smile, “Like I said…” She looked over at the altar, “This is something more important than me.”

“You don’t have to do this,” he pleaded. “Death is never an option.”

She lowered her head, “That’s the thing…” She approached the altar, running her hand against the cloth, “It always is… because it’s always there.” 

Without hesitation, she leaped onto the table. The priest slowly nodded his head, realizing that there was nothing he could say or do to change the girl’s mind. He lit up each of the four candles before sitting promptly onto the floor.

He began to read the first few passages of the incantation, none of which Kagome could understand. He threw a pinch of ingredients into the bowl and it sparked; causing the wind to howl more aggressively. After a couple more incantation verses, thrown-in ingredients, and storm-like winds, the priest made his way over to Kagome on the altar.

“You can still walk away from this,” the priest loosened his grip on the sharp blade.

Kagome gave a little smile, “She deserves to be saved, and he deserves salvation.”

The priest reluctantly lifted the blade as Kagome braced for the worse, “Goodbye…” He forced down the knife, “Inuyasha…

“KAGOME?!?!?!!?!!”

The knife was knocked out of the priest’s hand. Inuyasha hovered over him with his claws ready to slash. The gang rushed over to Kagome’s side.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Inuyasha spat as the priest shivered with trembling fear.

“Inu…-” she sat up, tears ready to fall from her eyes- “… yasha?”

A mixture of voices rang in her ears, but all she could focus on was Inuyasha rushing his way over to her. She fought back her tears as he came closer.

“Are you alright, Kagome?!” he placed his hand over hers. “Why did you wander off like that?!”

“You said…,” she covered her face with her bangs, her tone becoming more quiet. “You wanted to protect her forever…”

Inuyasha took a step back from his shock; the gang gasping, clenching their own hearts.

“You were…-” Miroku looked over at the bowl and incantation page- “going to resurrect Kikyo, weren’t you, Kagome-sama?”

Kagome slowly nodded her head, “That doesn’t explain why he had a knife ready to plunge into you?!”

“In order to successfully perform a resurrection ritual, you must sacrifice-”

“A human life,” Kagome finished off.  “So please, everyone,” she laid back down. “Let the priest complete the ritual.”

Everyone immediately leaped out at Kagome, but it was Inuyasha who snatched her off the altar. The rest were taken away by his speed.

“As if I’d let you!!” Inuyasha roared.

Kagome tried to shimmy out of his hold, “SHE DESERVES TO BE SAVED, INUYASHA!” The tears waterfalling without her control, “She can help you all, better than I ever could.”

She slightly turned to face the rest, “She can help defeat Naraku and get rid of your kazana, Miroku. Get revenge, Koga. Save your brother, Sango. Trust me, Shippo… Kirara.” The girl then locked eyes with Inuyasha, “Give you salvation, Inuyasha.”

“Kagome… Kagome-sama… Kagome-chan…,” the gang breathed.

Inuyasha squeezed her tighter, “You silly fool…” He lowered his head, “You are my salvation.”

“… Heh?”

“Yes, Kikyo was the first woman I ever cared for… I ever loved…,” she began to sulk. “But, you are my now and my forever. You have taught me everything I never knew I needed. You taught me how to have fun, how to laugh, how to cry…,” he took a short breath. “How to love…”

Kagome’s tears began to flow again as the rest of the gang hovered above them. The priest smiling from afar.

“We need you, Kagome-sama,” Miroku nodded his head.

“I couldn’t possibly handle these guys alone!” Sango laughed. “I need my girlfriend.”

“Who’s going to keep everyone in check?!” Shippo leaped onto Inuyasha’s head. “Especially this one?” Inuyasha fought back the urge to beat on him.

“I need you in my life, Kagome,” Koga held her hand. “You’re my woman.”

“Never touch her again!!” Inuyasha smacked his hand.

The girl grinned big as she watched Inuyasha and Koga fuss right before her, and the rest trying to break it up. She stared at how Inuyasha continued to hold her within his arms, even when mid-war. She took in these moments as she peeked over at the priest, who nodded his head.

“He was right,” she whispered to herself. “I didn’t want to do this,” she looked back up at the gang, “This is what I want.”        

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new plan for season 13: instead of seeing Dean at 40 still sleeping with random young bargirls and waitresses, drinking beer and eating burgers.. we see Dean in the ER after a minor heart attack.. then, bookending every following episode, him dutifully taking his daily antiretroviral medications in front of the bathroom mirror and grumpily attending AA meetings.

I see you and raise you: Dean wakes up in the hospital from a coma with machines beeping around him, Sam folded in a chair asleep, and Cas, whom he has to blink in surprise at, trying to negotiate his memory with the man dressed in regular clothing reading a book like he has nothing else to do.

And Dean scrambles to try and remember what the hell happened to land him in the hospital, but can’t, and straining to swallow, makes a raspy call to Castiel, who is by his side in an instant and a shout to Sam to wake up, one hand slamming the Nurse button as he does, because “Dean! You’re awake!”

“What happened?”

His answer is delayed by Sam, and Dean has a horrible moment of watching his brother start to cry because Dean’s okay, and Sam can’t even make words, basically ugly crying into Dean’s shoulder as he’s folded over the bed to hug his brother and babble apologies that don’t make any sense, “-but I got him and I’m sorry it took so long and oh God Dean, we thought you were going to die and Cas was dead and you weren’t breathing and oh God you’re awake.”

Nurses and doctors pour in and Dean has no clearer answer than he did before on what is even going on, but he’s poked and prodded and tested and examined, and listened to medical babble while Sam wipes at his face, both he and Cas nodding diligently to the doctors as they explain potential symptoms, like memory loss, the need for intense and on going physical rehabilitation?? to get Dean back to normal strength, that he’s going to sleep a lot in order to regain his strength, the slow introduction to foods??? and the expected recovery time for something like this being over the course of months.

Dean can feel himself flagging, already feeling worn down and tired, wondering if the nurses put something in his IV while he was distracted with all the rest. He barely manages to gain their attention, before drifting back off to sleep.

When he wakes, the light in the room has changed, but the occupants has the new addition of Bobby, who has to wipe his eyes and gruffly tells Dean it’s about damn time he woke up and stopped keeping the world waiting, and Dean is so flummoxed he can’t he form words to try and make sense of what the hell???

What happened?

“Lucifer,” Sam explains. “He beat you into a coma before I could stop him.”

“He- what? But we- Sammy, we locked him up.”

“Right, both he and Michael are locked in the Cage now.”

“Michael got out, too?”

They all exchange looks of confusion, Castiel slowly shaking his head.

“No, Dean. Remember? Michael was never in the Cage, he needed to take you as vessel and settled for your brother Adam?”

Dean gapes, looking at all their faces, and shaking his head, “Are you talking about Stull Cemetery?” Nods from all. “Dude, that was, like, what? Eight years ago? I remember that,” he says with an eye roll. “What happened with him getting out the second- or apparently third time?”

They all look at each other in confusion, and creeping exhaustion makes Dean impatient, jabbing a finger at them as he talks. “Civil war in Heaven against Raphael, the Leviathan getting loose from Purgatory- in which Bobby should be dead, so explain how you’re not- then me and Cas spent a damn year in Purgatory, then Naomi brainwashing and controlling Cas for months on end.. what happened after that? Oh, fucking Metatron forcing all the angels to fall and Cas becoming human after he stole his grace for the spell. Kevin and later Charlie fucking dying. Mark of freaking Cain, me dying and becoming a demon, then finding a cure, which released Amara, God’s freaking sister, and then all the bullshit with the British Men of Letters and Lucifer getting out and his Nephilim baby with Kelly– and why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Dean…” Sam looks worriedly at Cas, who shrugs, and then back, shaking his head, and Dean has a moment to wonder at how much younger he looks. He’d thought it was due to grief earlier, but it’s startling now, his hair cut shorter than he currently likes it. “None of that happened. I don’t- I mean, I’m not sure how you thought– Lucifer put you in the hospital in Stull Cemetary, before I was able to regain control and force him out and into the portal. And the Chuck-” he hesitates, eye darting back and forth as he tries to explain, “this won’t make much sense, but Chuck is actually God, Dean. In disguise.”

Dean stares like he grew antlers. “I am aware, thank you. Made us pancakes and nearly died helping us fight Amara, then both of them took off together.”

“He must have been able to hear our conversations,” Cas tells Sam, “and his subconscious tried to fold them into whatever he was dreaming.” He looks at Dean. “Dean, Chuck showed up at the cemetery, brought Bobby and I back, but your injuries he wouldn’t interfere with since comas fall under free will and the decisions of the mind, but you were immediately brought here via Life Flight, and you’ve been here since, Dean.”

His brows knit together, confusion and incredulous warring on his features. “No. That’s… Cas, that was years ago.”

Sam shakes his head. “No, Dean. It was six months ago.” He gestures to the angel. “After Chuck gave Cas the option to become human or not, we both had to get jobs and an apartment so we could stay near you. We’ve been living here since you were admitted.”

Dean looks at Cas, startled. “You’re human? Why?” Because that doesn’t make sense, and Dean is sort of completely and utterly horrified to see the angel punished in such a way as to cast him out like that when he’d only done the right thing every time.

A flush spreads across Cas’ cheek, blue eyes sliding off to the side. “Because… my family is here.”

And that’s just- Dean can’t, and he says as much, shaking his head. “I- this… this is too much. I- that doesn’t make sense. I can’t, guys, I can’t.”

Sam nods, all earnestness and puppy dog eyes, and God almighty, it makes his kid brother look even younger. “No, Dean, I-I get it. we’re sorry for dumping all this on you. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I just… I need a minute,” he insists, and his brain hurts with the head on collision that is memories versus information, and any attempt to reconcile the two, and is it possible this is Djinn dream? Dammit, did he get infected again? But no, that wouldn’t explain this either.

He thinks he might be sick.

“Call the nurse and just give me a minute.“

They diligently leave, and the nurse- fucking Charlie Bradbury in the damn flesh- helps him sit up so he can dry heave into a ugly pink bucket until his stomach hurts and he’s got strain marks rising on his throat as she rubs his back, murmuring softly, and then hugging him once he done and starts to cry, to break down in sobs, because Djinn dream or whatever the hell this is, she’s alive and here and the ache that had settled in her absence releases because he has missed her so very much, and all of this is way too much, more than he can stand, and he’s just very tired from a life too hard for one person to live through.

But hours and days pass, and it seems no less real, no clues or giveaways this is some sort of supernatural event, and he knows he not dead and in Heaven, because that’s not how heavens work.

Sam and Cas are civilians, Cas having taken Bobby’s last name in order to be given a family history outside of Jimmy Novak, who’d long since gone to heaven. More over, they’re civilians with clearly no intention of getting back into hunting. Sam explaining that since they saved the world, he was washing his hands of it. They’d done what they’d set out to do: avenged Mom and corrected their mistakes, and the world shouldn’t- couldn’t demand more of them than that.

The world is saved. Dean still has his family, with Cas- though he’d never let himself hope- staying as part of that, still staying too close to Dean’s side for what is socially acceptable, but after years of feeling like he was drifting away, it’s a painful relief that leaves Dean wrapping him in a hug that lingers too long, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Of course, Dean,” he answers, just as reluctant to let go.

And Dean thinks he might die, because coma nightmares aside, even with the painful and strenuous physical therapy- Benny and Kevin are his physical therapists, like what the hell- Dean has everything, the world on a platter, and he’s so very happy. Years worth of nightmares don’t even matter anymore.

He’s happy.

You’re welcome.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Rebelcaptain - Cassian is romantically involved with someone else when he meets Jyn.

This Is How It Happens (We Are Born to Burn)

We are born to burn, she thinks.

As Jyn watches the horizon on fire, she thinks, this is how it happens, and her arms wrap tighter around Cassian. She thinks of her father’s biology lessons on Lah’mu when she was a child, thinks about cells fusing together and becoming one, and then a miracle sweeps them up into the sky.

As they break atmo, their bodies broken but alive, she watches his chest rise and fall with labored breaths and thinks, we are born to burn. She just thought that had meant Scarif.

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Saving Lives pt. 9 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in this chapter)

Word Count: 4,895

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom and meet someone you didn’t expect to meet again. (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: omg I’m finally updating. I’ve been so excited to release this chapter but I’ve had trouble writing the smut part, oh btw there’s finally a smut part again! I feel like I’m not good at writing smut so please beware of some cringy shit. But anyways I hope ya’ll like it. Also, there’s a lot of medical terms so don’t worry if you don’t understand them, I don’t either and they’re not that important to the storyline. Oh and thank you so much to those of you who send me messages, I absolutely love receiving them. Shout out to that one anon that said he/she reads all my author’s notes, love ya! (photo credit to the owner)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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99 Problems (9/10)

Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff,  

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                                                       Chapter 9

    You’ve been back at the tower for a week, and  Bucky has barely spoken to you since the night he told you he didn’t want you . The avoiding eachother game has been two way street though , you’ve managed to dodge him every chance you could. Seeing him only makes his rejection hurt more . He never explained himself, just walked away after dropping that massive decision on you . To say you’re heartbroken is underplaying it, you managed to lose Bucky as a friend too and it makes this 100 times worse.  You haven’t thought about that night since you returned home, you’ve done everything you could to distract yourself.

   " Do you want me to talk to him ? Maybe hell tell me-“

” No Johnny . He made up his mind. “ you sigh , continueing to flip through the channels on your TV.

” It just doesn’t make sense ! What could of happened in that short of a time slot?!“ Johnny asks, he was just as confused as you .

” And who wouldn’t want to go back to a bed with a hot naked chick in it ! NOTHING HE DOES MAKES SENSE!“  he booms, you snort at his statement, gently patting his shoulder.

"Some people have more control when it comes to naked women babe.”

He sticks his tongue out at you ,making both of you laugh .  He does have a point though , that was an awfully short time frame , what could of possibly happened ? That’s when it hits you , he went to speak with Tony.

You shoot up from the couch so fast it makes Johnny flinch.

“ You’ve got to be kidding me. ” you start storming to the elevators, Johnny right behind you . 

Originally posted by blairsfelicity

    You burst into Tony lab,   your eyes lock on his as soon as you enter .

“ Y/n whats wrong?"  Bruce asks, dropping his pencil onto the table.

” Bruce, can  you give me and Tony a minute please?“ you try to calmly say .You could never be mean to Bruce, hes the most harmless person , well when hes not a giant green smashing machine. 

 Bruce nods, pulling johnny out with him, you can hear Johnny whine behind you but your eyes don’t leave Tonys.

” What up buttercup?“ he asks as he tinkers with something infront of him

” What did you say to him ? “ you question ,

” I don’t know what you’re-“

” Cut the shit Tony, you know exactly what I’m talking about.“ you bark .

He sighs, setting down his screwdriver. ” Y/n, you know I love you . But Robocop -“

” Don’t call him that Tony. “ you growl at his nickname for Bucky. He puts his hands up in surrender.

” Alright alright, calm down. I may have pointed of the danger he could put you in by pursuing  whatever you two had going on .“

 If there wasn’t a lab table between the two of you , you would already be launching yourself at him .

” Who made you the boss of me ? The last time I checked, you weren’t my father Tony. You don’t have the right to decide whats safe for me or what isn’t!“

"You don't know all the things hes capable of , the things hes done. He could hurt you y/n! What if he switches back into the soldier huh? Or has a nightmare and hurts you on accident ? OR what if hydra-”

Originally posted by schedulingemotions

“ You son of a bitch . How dare you  .  Do you know how he sees himself? You had the nerve to point out irrelevant things that probably made him feel worse ! I was helping him Tony!  You hate when people use your past against you , and you just did it to him! I can handle anything that would of happened . Do you know he wont even talk to me now? Not only did I lose the man I love, but I lost my best fucking friend because you cant mind your own damn business Stark!” you shout , tears of frustration spilling from your eyes.

“ I did it for you .”

 At his words you lose control  , before you can bolt towards him an arm wraps around your waist.

“ What the hell is going on!” Steve Shouts , he tightens his grip on you as you struggle against his arm.

“ Tell him Tony, Tell him what you fucking did !” you yell through the tears. Your frustration turned into pure sadness now. You’re hurt beyond belief at what Tony has done, and at Bucky for not fighting for you . He gave right into Tonys words.  You stop fighting against Steve as Tony tells him what was said, you melt into his arms as you sob into his chest.

“ Y/n I-”

“ Don’t.  I think you’ve done enough.” Steve says , tugging you  with him out of the lab.

 " Where is he?“ you ask once youre out of the lab.

"gym.” steve answers .  Huh, I thought hed put up more of a fight . 

You go directly to the gym, angrily ripping open the doors. Bucky grabs onto the swinging punching bag, stilling it as his eyes lock on yours.  He doesn’t say a word as he goes back to his workout .

“ Oh no you don’t. "  you stomp towards him, putting yourself between him and the bag.

” Are you out of your damn mind! What if I accidentally hit you! “ he yells .

” You let Tony get into your fucking head !? I thought you were smarter than that!“ your voice echoes through the gym .

” He was right though! There’s too many ways you could get hurt with me Y/n, I was too blinded to even consider the risks. “

” You are one stupid bitch, you know that Barnes?“

” Did you just call me a bitch?“

"  I was so worried about making a decision for you , but you had no fucking problem making mine for me.  I knew the risks of being with you , but they weren’t enough to push  me away .  You did that all by your self by deciding for me.” you growl

He stays silent as the realization of your words sink in .

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

“ You aren’t a puppet anymore , others words shouldn’t interfere with your wants .  You wanted me before Tony opened his damn mouth , but as soon as he made you feel like you were doing something wrong, you completely flipped your view. You’re your own person now , the sooner you fucking realize it the better. ”

You leave the gym, letting the tears you managed to hold in loose.


  Two days later

“ Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the common room.” FRIDAYs voice booms.

You groan while rolling yourself out of your bed.  You’ve spent the last two days locked on your floor by yourself, mainly sleeping or binging on Netflix. You haven’t forgiven Tony or Bucky . You know you shouldn’t really be as mad at Bucky, it just hurt that you thought you meant enough to him that hed tell Tony to shove it up his ass. But apparently not. 

 You stretch your arms as you ride on the elevator, when you arrive on the communal floor you let out a loud yawn  .

 " You’ve been sleeping for like two days, there is no way youre tired. “ Tony says from his seat at the kitchen table. Upon seeing him , you swirl yourself around heading back to the elevators. Nope, not today Satan. 

When you turn you walk into a solid wall of muscle.

” What the -“

” I don’t think so Doll.“ Bucky says, his hands holding on to your arms to balance you . You tug out of his hold, sending him your classic bitch face .

” Do you guys have daily meetings now to make my decisions for me ? “ you snap , watching both of them look anything but happy.

Originally posted by direwolfees

” Listen , we were both wrong. I shouldn’t of stuck my nose in your business. You’re a big girl , I thought I was looking out for you  . “ Tony says quietly . You know how hard it is for him to admit he was wrong. You’ve only actually seen him acknowledge his mistakes like twice ; after all, he’s still Tony Stark .

” I understand that Tony, and I love you for looking out for me. Maybe next time do it a little less fatherly. “ you suggest with a sympathetic smile. You know he didn’t mean any harm . 

You move to him, kissing his cheek to show you really aren’t mad .He hugs you to him , then dismisses himself ; leaving just you & Bucky alone.

” I never want to you hurt, physically or emotionally. “ he starts, you send him a ‘too late’ kinda glare . He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he adds, ” I love you, and it scares me . Everything ive ever cared for has been torn away from me before. I couldn’t stand the thought of that happening with you , so when Tony pointed out all the risks , I panicked. I thought it’d be easier if  I ended it ,before it was done for me .“ 

 You can hear the pain and hints of regret in his voice, breaking your heart when you realize how this hurt him as much as it did you.

” No one will take me away from you Bucky .  you cant let the 'what ifs’ stop you from doing things. Everytime we have a mission, there is always that 'what if we die?’ but we go anyway , don’t we ?“ you ask  , tilting his face so hes looking at you instead of his feet. He leans into your hand, the warmth from his cheek sending shivers down your arm.

Originally posted by yespleasedanielgillies

"I love you .” your voice is barely above a whisper. He steps forward , leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet but quick,

“ I love you doll."  His lips brush against yours as he speaks. When the last word leaves his lips you crash your lips back against his  in a fiery kiss. He doesn’t break the kiss as bends a bit to lift you , placing you on the counter top near the two of you .

Originally posted by brokenheartstrings16

You lock your  legs around him, dragging his body closer to yours as the kiss gets hotter. Bucky nips at your lip, then continues nipping down your neck. You moan as he lifts your shirt over your head, his mouth immediately wrapping around your bare nipple, sucking it harshly. He goes to do the same to the other when you stop him .

” You’re not going to leave me after this again ,are you?“ you ask, there was more fear in your voice than youd like to admit.

” Absolutely not , I’m so sorry Y/n.“ he says. You nod, tugging him by his shirt into another kiss. 

” As happy as I am that this is fixed, can you not do this where we all eat?“ Steve says from the doorway . You quickly press your naked chest against Bucky to cover yourself. You hear Johnny and Sam cracking  up from beside Steve.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

” Too late babe, I already saved that picture up here .“ he says, tapping his temple. ” By the way , you have amazing-“

” Finish that sentence and I can guarantee youll wake up with no eyebrows Storm.“ Bucky says over his shoulder.  You hear sam snicker ,

” Ill do it to you just for fun birdboy.“ he threatens Sam . Now it was Steve that was laughing, he tossed your shirt at you from where Buck tossed It .

 After youre covered Bucky takes your hand ,leading you out of the kitchen . As you pass him , you punch Johnny in the shoulder and mouth ” dick “ to him . He winks at you with a smile.  What a dweeb .

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Binary Star (IV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,749

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

Originally posted by myjaebutt

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anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]


2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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