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Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)

It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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Just dreamt of a world where a celeb wheelchair user rolls on the red carpet, poses for photos in their chair but is also able to stand and pose for a few seconds, maybe stand/walk for a good minute, and then get back into their chair and nobody calls them a faker or asks invasive questions.

They are allowed to just enjoy their evening and not placed into a position where they have to defend themselves and have to consistently inform people about how some wheelchair users are able to walk.


some soft finnpoe hc’s: 

  • poe will come visit finn while he’s still in a coma and fuss with the blankets and stuff until the med officers tell him to leave. 
    • “but are you sure he’s getting enough fluids? what about his temp? he looks chilly, let me just give him one more blanket–”
    • mr. dameron.”
  • in the quiet days after finn wakes up and can’t move well, he meditates with general organa. she teaches him to feel poe in the force.
    • when poe goes out on missions finn will meditate, just to keep an eye on the bf.
  • as finn’s recovering poe offers to have him room in his cabin. finn is horrified to see all the dirty clothes laying out.
    • “but…I mean…it’s not right,” he sputters. “phasma would kill you if she saw this. I mean, literally kill you, man.”
    • poe leans down and kisses finn in his wheelchair. “good thing I have you to protect me.” 
    • finn spends the next day doing laundry and folding poe’s clothes anyway. 
  • one day, bb-8 rolls up to finn while he’s meditating and his little compartment shoots out: there’s a note inside. 
    • leia cracks an eye open. “take it, finn. it’s for you.”
    • “did you find that out from the force?” there’s more than a little awe in finn’s voice. but leia just snorts. 
    • “no. there’s a heart drawn on the front; it sure as hell ain’t for me.”
  • the note tells finn to meet poe down at the hangars after meditation for something urgent. finn hurries, only to find poe lounging around with a carbonated drink. 
    • “I thought you said urgent,” finn says, taking in the leisurely scene. 
    • poe pats the empty floor next to him. “this is urgent. I urgently need to relax with you right now. come on, the sun’s about to set.”
    • so finn rolls his wheelchair up next to poe and takes a drink and turns to watch the sun. his free hand trails down and his fingers brush poe’s. 
    • before long they’re holding hands, and it’s quiet and warm and brilliant all at once, and finn loves it. 
Wisdom Teeth Struggles

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,286

Warnings: None

Summary: You get your wisdom teeth out and Dean and Sam take this opportunity to mess with you… Or you mess with them. 

Author’s Note: This isn’t edited. I just wrote this a while ago and never looked at it until today so I am sorry for all the mistakes in it. 

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Dean was lucky to not have wisdom teeth. However, you did, and they were on their way to pick you up from the orthodontist.

“Remember when you got yours taken out?” Dean looked over at his brother with a smirk.

“Dude, I was 17 and I was hopped up on all those drugs.” Sam grimaced at the memory.

“You tried to kiss me and feel up dad. You thought you were at a gay strip bar.” Dean started to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, can we not talk about that? That happened a long time ago and frankly, I don’t want to revisit my teen years.” Dean till laughed but he shut up about it and continued to drive. He got to the orthodontist a while later and walked with his brother into the lobby area.

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Tools of Survival (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has been feeling really insecure about herself, and wishes she could see the upper floors of the Sanctuary. 

Characters: Negan x Female (She is in a wheelchair) 

Word Count: 5,047

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff (like super fluff), Swearing

Author’s Note: I wrote this for @theblack-wolf who said she was feeling really down and wanted to read a fic about a character in a wheelchair. I have no idea what it’s like to need a wheelchair, but I did my best based on what I do know and have heard from friends who use them. 

I take care of physically disabled individuals with my job, and they use wheelchairs. I know that they can get very frustrated, especially about things that people like me take for granted every single day. 

This Negan is VERY fluffy. When I’m feeling down, I like to read fluffy Neegs.

I am always happy to hear what you think! Shoot me a message and tell me what you thought! If you want to be on my tag list, let me know!

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

@iamwarrenspeace @insanityismysanity12345 @melconnor2007 @nekoisis

Author’s note: I will be doing a second part to this series.

The wheelchair rolled smoothly over the wooden floors. The wheels pausing upon reaching the cushy carpet floor.

“You know I can roll myself,” Bucky said gruffly, his arms crossed in his perturbed state. Even after being laid up in a hospital bed for a month his physique was still impressive.

“Well. What if I only want to roll you?” Your lips were pursed for a peck on his chiseled cheek only to meet soft lips.

“Cheater,” you mumbled between kisses. Your left hand cupping his cheek in a sultry mix of tenderness and longing.

“He does,” Steve commented his voice carrying from the bed. The breath leaving your lungs at the sight of Steven: hunter green silk boxers, his bare torso accentuated by bucky’s purple heart, and Sgt. Barnes Enlistment hat.

“We told the President we would hand deliver the heart to you.” Bucky’s head whipping around to see you crouched in front of him. Your fingers moving up the side of his thigh’s. Your lips not far behind.

“That was awfully sweet of you, Ma’am.” Bucky’s eye’s  hooded with desire. His mouth slightly ajar as he began to pant.

“She’s been very obliging,” Steve said walking over to your now bent over form.

“Haaaas sssshe?” Bucky managed to get out over your lips slowly working his member. The slow-burning heat of your mouth sending his nerve’s endings to the edge. Steve masterfully removing your pants to leave you in lace panties and strappy stilettos.

“She has, I promised her we would give you a good show.” Steve’s fingers slowly stroking your pussy. His middle fingers running right along your slit. The slow seeping that occurred verifying Steve’s skill.

“She’s.gotten. Better.” Bucky said between breaths. His finger’s running through your hair while his neck lulled side to side on the wheelchairs backing.

Steve smiled, “She practiced.” His fingers sinking two knuckles deep in a slow stroking motion.

Your vocal folds producing a mewling sound that made Bucky grip his seat. His vibranium hand crushing the titanium wheelchair armrest.

An audible pop following your whimpers.”Bucky please.”  Your tongue trailing a path from his navel. His lips meeting yours in a slow seductive bout.

Steve sliding your panties down your thigh’s to fall on the floor. His mouth landing in front of your slit. The tip of his tongue sliding up your core. The slow strokes driving you to madness. His hands massaging your ass in a firm even motion.

Bucky’s nails slowly raking a path down your blouse. Only to have them disappear inside the cup of your bra. His middle and index finger rolling your nipple in between gentle tugs.

“Bucky, please.” You managed to pant out between dual stimulation. A light sheen of sweat dusting your forehead.

Your eye’s connecting as your legs began to shake. Bucky and Steve each sharing in your weight as the wrold came apart.

Breast shaking as you panted through your orgasm. Bucky showering you with kisses while Steve rubbed circles along your hip.

Steve maneuvering you into Bucky’s lap while you came back to earth.

“You doing okay Gaia, my earth goddess,” Bucky asked holding you gently. Your fingernails raking along his five 0’clock shadow.

“Gods I missed you.” you breathed out taking in his penetrating blue eyes.

“Me too doll,” he replied back kissing you gingerly on the lips. Always in such a way that you wanted more.

Bucky’s gaze partially focused on something behind you. When you glanced in the mirror behind you, Steve erection caught your gaze. Although the hand stroking, it wasn’t bad either.

“I think you have a show to finish.” Bucky breathed int your ear. His tongue trailing down your neck leaving a warm feeling to tingle up your spine.

You walked towards Steve in a haze. Legs moving towards him with no will of your own. He was your Apollo; your sun. The earth craved his warmth like water seeks the earth to nourish.

When you began to sink to your knees his finger caught your chin. Eye’s darting up to gaze at each other until your finger found his shoulder. His hands grasping your ass to lift you to him. Steven slowly sinking you onto him. Inch by you reveled in the feel of him. Closing your eye’s in reverence your mouth fell open each stroke making you quiver.

“That’s right come for us, my goddess.” Bucky groaned out, both of you matching each other moan for moan.




“Goddess yes!” Steve and yourself falling onto the bed his leg’s hanging off the king sized paradise.

“I love you two.” You uttered after the feel of Bucky pressed against your back warmed you.

“Us too,” they responded sleepily.

Being the second sister to start high school is like...

First Assistant: Oh, I had your sister!! She liked to do that this way.

Second Assistant: Funny… your sister prefers it when I do things like this.

Another Assistant: Weird… when I had your sister…. we didn’t do that!

All the Assistants: Oh… but… yOuR…. SISTER ….


[Illustrated GIF of a close up of a girl in a wheelchair. She has a low side braid, and uniform shirt on. She has one hand up to her face, while she rolls her eyes in frustration.]

It was never really that annoying (I just wanted to grasp the essence of my melodramatic teenage years), but man oh man being compared to Lianna happened ALL the time.

Imagine Mark Watney, after many years of being indoors with no direct sun, feeling sun for the first time. I imagine it happens when he’s first out of quarantine, and the crew comes to visit him. I imagine he’s sitting there, staring at the sun, and somebody, maybe Johanssen, because for all her computer-ness she still knows what he wants, offers to move the party outside. Maybe Beck protests a little, but one of the doctors says it’s ok, he can go out, but he can’t walk out there, so mark sits in the wheelchair, and they roll him outside, and he just lets the sun hit his face, enjoying the warmth and the light, and breathing in fresh air and maybe someone (vogel) takes a picture of him. It doesn’t leave their phones, but the whole team has a pic of Mark basking in the sun, and they feel bad, Lewis especially, because in their minds, it’s their faults, they did this, but that pic reminds them that, regardless of what happened, they fixed it. They brought him home, and they have the picture to prove it.

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Jungkook x Reader



A/N: Enjoy mateys!

Prologue / 1. / 2. / 3. / 4. / 5. / 6. /


Jungkook wasn’t one to get jealous. Well that’s what he always thought in his own head.

“Hyung!” The male yelled after Taehyung let a greasy pick up line spill out of his lips towards you. It was normal if someone like Jimin were to do it, but Tae really?

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The Final Experiment Chapter 20: What Now?

A/N: Well, first off, I would just like to make some clarifications. Since this is fanfic, I can do whatever the heck I want with my timelines. That being said, I know that the events of First Class through Apocalypse happened in like the seventies and eighties etc., but in TFE, Jean, Scott, and the other younger ones are all Kaitlynn’s age and Alex isn’t dead. The older ones like Alex, Hank, Ororo, Charles, etc. are all their FC/Apocalypse age/actors, but Bobby, Rogue, and Pyro all exist as well and are also Kaitlynn’s age.

Word Count: 1,336

**WARNINGS**: Use of a patronizing nickname that could be taken as a disrespectful reference to a physical disability, reference to murder.

Previous Parts: 12345678910111213141516171819

@after-avenging-hours @casameanlock @nicolejones412 @dashingdetectivetimelady @myonly-sunshine @my-crazy-hectic-life


@mla02 @shamvictoria11 @fanficcrapforme @procrastinatingvirgo @arie-tfw

Walking out of my room, I adjusted my gloves, silently thanking Professor McCoy for the specialized clothing to help suppress my powers. I waved at Logan–none of that “Professor” stuff with him–and continued on my way out to the gardens. At the base of the old tree, my boyfriend sat waiting. It was bit ironic, that tree. See, the very guy in question had accidentally blasted it  to pieces with his powers a while back, but thanks to a mutant with nature powers, dear Professor Xavier’s favorite tree was restored.

“Hey Scott!” I called with a smile.

Looking up, he held his hand out to me. It was a shame that my powers separated us from even just kissing or holding hands, but he seemed cool with the arrangement so I wasn’t going to complain. I had come a long, long way from where I’d started when I first got to the Academy over a year ago.

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A Horrible Mistake

Request:  can you do a oneshot where instead of Blaine getting hit with rock salt (by Sebby) , it’s the reader who gets hit and lots of drama angst and happy ending ?

A/N- Yes I can let’s do this I really like this one so ya :} 


It had been a normal day so far even though we were planning to have a little scrimmage with the Warblers. 

I honestly was a bit hesitant about this… I mean the Warbler captain,Sebastian Smythe was known to play a little dirty, I just hope he doesn’t today.

/At the parking garage/ 

The Warblers entered and my nerves heightened, Sebastian smirked,

“So what is this about?”

Artie rolled forward,

“We just want to say we aren’t scared or intimidated by you Warblers,”

Originally posted by supercanaries

“You really think you’re that bad? I get that you’re trying to sound tough but really?” I shivered… geez I never knew someone could sound so menacing but still have a playful smirk on his face.

“Then let’s go, Smythe,”

“I don’t it’s acceptable if I fight a kid in a wheelchair,” 

Santana rolled her eyes and stepped to Artie’s side,

“I could go all Lima heights on your ass,”

“Try sister, but let settle this the old fashion way… A dual,” 

“You’re on,” 

The beat started and we starting sing and dancing Bad by Micheal Jackson. 

We were half way through the song I noticed that the Warblers were passing a brown bag… and Sebastian was eyeing Kurt… Kurt was one of my best friends if Sebastian was planning something I wasn’t going to just stand aside.

The song was almost over and I was getting very anxious… until I saw Sebastian pull out a slushie and aimed for Kurt.

On the final note, I made a choice… I jumped  in front of Kurt and took the slushie to the face.

I yelped in pain as the slushie stung my face… thankfully I closed my eyes and no way in hell was I going to open them.

I was basically blind… I heard people shuffling and moving to my side.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N,” I heard footsteps moving closer to me than someone being shoved,

“Don’t go anywhere near her! You did this to her!” I heard Santana’s angry voice… was she talking to Sebastian?

“Ok ok Y/N can you open your eyes?” I shook my head… I don’t know what was in it but I knew I might get hurt from it.

“Don’t! It has… rock salt in it… god that wasn’t meant for her dammit,”

“Oh, and hitting Kurt would’ve just been fine!?”

“I don’t know! Just make sure she’s ok!” I was now certain that the two people who were talking were Blaine and Sebastian.

I felt someone squeeze my hand,

“Ok Y/N we’re going to pour some water on your face,”

I nodded… I was scared, but then I heard someone shoved down next to me.

Sebastian’s POV

Santana pushed me down next to Y/N I looked at the slushie on her face… why did she do it? It wasn’t meant for her, I wouldn’t want to hurt her…

“I’m so sorry… I am not going anywhere,”

She grinned as Rachel poured water on her face.

“Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?” Everyone was around her… god how could I do this?

“N-No I’m fine…” She didn’t open her eyes but tried to stand up, I stood up with her.

“No you aren’t I did this, we are going to the hospital,”

“Why did you do it anyway?” She looked for someone’s arm to keep her steady, I held mine out as she grabbed it.

“Again I didn’t mean to hit you,”

“But you meant to hit Kurt and he’s my friend, so you can just fuck off,” She started to walk away, not realizing that I was helping her keep her balance,

“Crap you were helping me weren’t you?” She let go now realizing that it was me.

“Just let me help you please?”

“Why you might throw another slushie in her face” Kurt glared,

I snapped,

“No! Just shut up you little…. I wouldn’t intentionally hurt Y/N!”

“And why the hell should we believe that?!” 

“Cause I think I love her dammit!” I walked away, feeling like smoke was steaming from my head.

I heard the thump of someone falling behind me, I turned around, Y/N was on the ground trying to get back up… her eyes were still closed.

I ran to her side helping her up, everyone kept their distance from me, I could tell no one expected me to say that.

“Sebastian?” I nodded then I realized she couldn’t see me at the moment,


“Do you really think you love me?…” 

“… Yes, I think I do… but I knew you wouldn’t go for a guy like me so I went for Blaine but ya know Kurt and all and and…. I was stupid,”

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I broke down…my tears stinging my face till someone whipped them off…

“You are stupid… but why do you have to be so damn attractive?” I looked at her, her eyes were open watery but open.

“Can you see?” 

“Y-Ya I mean my eyes are watery but ya I can see,” 

“Thank god I’m so relieved I could kiss you right now,” I smirked at the idea… 

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind it…” 

I smirked and cupped her cheek and kissed her, she kissed back. The only thing that stopped ups was the fact that the New Directions was looking at us.

“What did we just see?” 

I smirked and looked at Santana,

“Well I mean you guys are the ones starring, can’t you just ya know, go home?” 

“OH good lord no we are not leaving  poor innocent Y/N with your little perverted mind,” Santana grabbed Y/N and pulled her up,

“I mean I’m not that innocent…” She winked at me which made me smirk.

“Bleh that’s just disgusting get in each other’s pants another day, but please not in front of us… please” Santana rolled her eyes while dragging Y/N away.

“Wait-” Kurt and Blaine blocked me while handing me a piece of paper,

“Her number since you two obviously want to see each other again,” both Kurt and Blaine rolled their eyes and walked away with the rest of the New Directions leaving me alone in the parking garage.

I pulled out my phone and eagerly typed in the number and sent a message.

Hey, shame they whisked you away so soon ;) 

Ya :(

But I mean we can finish that any time you want 


I smirked and walked to my car, this was somewhat a happy ending.

(Ok idk if this had enough angst but I had fun so I hope you guys enjoyed this <3) 

Sleepwalking To You , it’s out of my control. ( Jhope/OC)

Chapter 3/?

Genre : angst/ Drama/ Romance.

Pairing : Hoseok/ Jiah (OC)

Rating : Mature.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“Why did you marry me?” Hoseok said softly, watching me as I squeezed the last of the water out of the soft white towel. The water was hot, infused with some herbs and root essence that Seokjin had brought earlier that day. I pressed the towel against hoseok’s legs, letting the warmth seep into his skin and he let out a little moan , one that definitely made me turn a few shades red. We were out on the patio, Hoseok reclining on one of the chairs on the sundeck while I kneeled on the hardwood next to him. It was little past five in the evening and the sun had set, leaving behind a mild golden hue and a gentle breeze that was soothing without being cold.

“What do you mean? You know why…” I said impatiently, massaging his leg gently, trying to ignore the way my back screamed in protest. It was now a little over three weeks and today, Hobi had managed to lever himself up off the bed and into his wheelchair without any help. Seokjin had been positively ecstatic.

“I know but.. why did you stay? You ought to have left..” He said impatiently and I stared at him . He looked sulky. Upset.

“You know why. I was still in college and you were paying for it.” I said softly, remembering the way my father had promptly cut off my tuition after my marriage. ’ Your husband should support you.’ He had said. Hoseok had barely been making money back then, but he had still paid for my tuition.

“I would have paid for it, even if you left me.” He said then and I paused, looking up at him. The late evening sun picked out the golden tones on his skin and I swallowed nervously.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m here now. ” I said uncomfortably, grabbing the towel again.

“And I can’t figure out why…” He said softly. There was a hint of suspicion in his tone that made my skin crawl.

“What is that supposed to mean?  i’m not getting anything out of this…” I said , staring at him.

“Exactly. So why are you here? Why are you cooking, cleaning up after me, helping me shower, dress and live when there’s literally nothing in it for you?” He said angrily and I shut my eyes.

“You’re unbelievable! i can’t believe you’re asking me that…”

“You’re no saint. I know you don’t want to be here so why-”

I couldn’t help the laughter that got choked out of me.  

“ Maybe because I don’t want to be the woman who dumped her husband the moment he got hurt, okay?” I said furiously, tears stinging. “ You think I don’t know? If I leave you now, I’ll be the bitch who left you because you lost your livelihood. Who knows, even you may think that way about me!” I said bitterly . Hoseok had the good grace to look ashamed.

“That’s not fair.. i never…”

“Fair? Why should i be fair, Hobi? You were supposed to divorce me. You should have done that, months ago. Instead you kept me hanging around like a stray dog you gave shelter to.You weren’t even planning on telling me that you wanted to wait two more years before divorcing me. i had to hear it from your girlfriend. And now, when you’re hurt, you want me to leave you. You think I don’t know why? You want to hate me. You want to call me a selfish, materialistic bitch and if I left you like this, when you need me the most, it would be easy to convince yourself that’s true, wouldn’t it?” I couldn’t think straight anymore, my vision blurring as I wiped away fat drops of tears as they slid down my cheeks.

Hoseok looked stunned. I glared at him. i was tired and exhausted. I really didn’t want to stay there. Grabbing the wheelchair , i rolled it to a stop in front of him, suddenly glad that he could get on the thing by himself. I didn’t want to touch him.

“Do what you want. I’m going to bed.” I snapped, turning on my heels but he grabbed my skirt, startling me. I yanked the fabric away, flustered.

“Come on, I was just…”

“Being a cruel bastard? Yes you were.” I hated the way my voice shook. Hoseok looked genuinely worried then and made a low noise of regret in his throat.

“Wait, I’m sorry… I am… i really am.. Just come sit with me for a while. ” He said , looking deceptively apologetic and i almost believed him. But then i stared at his outstretched hand and turned around ready to storm off.

And i almost managed to.

Almost but not quite. I made to move away but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and yanking me hard till i crashed right into him. He grunted but pulled me closer, flush against his body on the chair, one arm wrapped tight around my body to keep me in place. I was flattened against his chest, his handsome face inches from mine and i blinked, stunned. I hadn’t realized how attractive his angular features were, up close and I went cross eyed, trying to get my vision back in focus.

“Mianhe… ” He whispered and my throat went dry, his breath fanning right across my lips and I dug the heel of my palms into his chest, ignoring the way he groaned in pain. I levered myself off him quickly, glaring at him.

“I don’t want your apology.” I said furiously and he actually had the gall to smile.

“I’d almost forgotten.” He whispered.

I stared at him.

“What?” I said suspiciously.

“Your eyebrows start to twitch  when you get angry. They did that the first time i walked in on you in the shower. ” He said, smirking. . I couldn’t believe him.

“You’re insane.” I said. He sobered up and sighed, running a palm over his face and holding his hand out again. i didn’t pull away but let him hold my wrist, lightly , not sure what was happening. He rubbed his thumb over the skin at the base of my hand, soothing circles that made my throat go dry.

“Jiah, I mean it. I’m sorry. It’s just that… I don’t think you deserve to suffer for something that isn’t your fault.” He said quietly and the words hit me broadside.

I couldn’t think of a response. It wasn’t like he cared, right? Even so, why should he? After all this time. I took a deep breath .

“I’m not…  suffering. i just.. i want you to get better. I want to.. i don’t know …see you on stage again, I guess. Maybe even come to one of your dance showcases Yoongi’s always telling me about. i can’t believe i never did before.” I was going off on a tangent and i cleared my throat before staring at him again. “  Anyway, what I mean is… I just … I want you to be yourself again. I want you to be… the same guy I met, I guess , when I do leave you.I want you to become that guy, again. And once you do, I wouldn’t stay if you begged me to.” I said , trying to force out a laugh but failing.

He gave me a very curious look.  

“And if I don’t?” He said, raising one eyebrow and tugging on my wrist again, forcing me to actually sit next toi him. His shoulders pressed against mine, felt like heated coal. I stared at him and he swallowed.

“What?” I said, confused  when he looked away, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. They were long and nicely formed, the simple silver wedding band still resting on the knobby knuckles. I thought of my own ring, now sold and probably in some trinket shop. Had Hoseok noticed I wasn’t wearing it? Did he think I tossed it? I wanted to cry.

“If I don’t get better? What then? You and I both know there’s a pretty good chance that could happen. You know i could spend the rest of my life on this damn chair.” He whispered and for a second it looked like he actually believed his own ridiculous words.

i stared at him.

“Not if you don’t want to. Hoseok, no one can make you do something you don’t want to. And no one can stop you from doing what you want to either.” I said softly, pressing my palm against his cheek before coming to my senses and pulling away. I quickly gathered the bowl of water and the wet towels and gave his knee a pat. He groaned.

“Where are you going?” He muttered.

“Let’s go back in. I’ll make ramen and Kimchi fried rice. Your favorite.” I said absently, hearing my back pop as i turned .

“Let’s order in.” Hobi replied. I stopped, surprised.


“You’ve been cooking everyday for the past seven weeks. Why don’t we order in today? You should take rest for a while.” He said softly.

“Uh.. Well, okay. If that’s what you want.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere was unaccountably awkward. Heart pounding, i quickly went in.


“It’s past eleven. Why don’t you go sleep now.” I said, fixing his bed and calling out to where he was in the corridor, trying to flex his legs on his therapy equipment.

“No. You go ahead. I’m not sleepy.”

I hesitated. Seokjin had also warned me about Hobi being  too  tenacious and overworking himself.

“Let’s watch a move, Hobi!” i said softly.

He didn’t reply for a few seconds.

“Movie? what movie?”

An hour later, he was settled on the couch in front of the home Theater a huge table of snacks and drinks around him, body nestled amidst half a dozen cushions and throw pillows while i browsed through jeon Jung kook’s horror collection. Literally every single movie was horror or anime.

“How do you feel about a horror movie? I heard this one was really scary…” i said, pulling out a relatively new title.

“Horror.. uh… Are you sure? i wouldn’t want you to get scared.” He said casually and i smiled at him.

“that’s really thoughtful of you, but I’m not scared of them. I’ve always enjoyed them.” I glanced at him then.

He looked a little green.

“what’s wrong? Are you okay?” i said concerned. He shook his head, as though to clear it. And then managed a weak smile.

“Uh.. Yeah. Let’s watch then…”

Exactly an hour later, I found myself fighting guffaws as Hobi cowered against my shoulders,  fingers curled into fists as he tried to burrow closer.

“Oh my God.. why didn’t you tell me you were scared of this ?” I said beyond amused but feeling just a bit too cruel. Cruel enough to keep watching that is.

“You’re the freak who isn’t scared of a headless women with blood dripping out of her neck.. Holy shit…” He choked out and i couldn’t help laughing.

“Fine. Next time we’ll watch the Little mermaid, alright?” i teased and he growled and without any warning his mouth opened, teeth closing over my shoulder in a nip that was just short of painful.

We both froze.

“Did… Did you just bite me?” I whispered, horrified.

He didn’t reply for a second.

“I told you we shouldn’t be watching these movies. I’m not in my right senses.” He muttered. Laughing despite myself , i shoved him off and found him smiling wide, his entire face lighting up and the sight of it just hit me like a sucker punch to the stomach. When was the last time i’d seen him smile like that. Hobi’s smile looked like it could grow flowers, a mix of sparkling sunlight and glistening rain.

“I should go to bed now.” I said softly.

He sighed.

“Will you sleep with me…? In the bed…” He said without warning and my heart skipped two beats.


“I haven’t been sleeping for .. a long time. Nearly five days now. Taehyung… he.. well he told me it might help if we shared a bed.. You know physical comfort and all that.” He wasn’t meeting my eyes and I cleared my throat.

“Uh…I don’t. ”

“Don’t make it weird. Really, I just.. i mean… It’s not like I could even try anything even if I wanted to.” He said and when I glared at him, he grinned. “ Not that I want to, of course.”

“Fine, but only today because i don’t want you screaming in the middle of the night because you dreamed about this movie.” I said rolling my eyes.


When I woke up in the morning, my chin lay on his clavicle, drool soaking through his tank top and wetting his skin. Hoseok looked beyond disgusted as he rolled me off to the side and grunted.

“It’s really late. Seokjin will be here in half an hour. Wake up.” He said impatiently and I stared groggily. I seldom slept past seven and yet the clock on the bedside read 9.30 AM. Groaning, I climbed out of the bed turning around to fumble for my phone when i caught a glimpse of Hoseok, flipping through my phone casually.

“Yah.. who the hell is Kim Namjoon? Why is he flirting with you?” He said casually and i flushed red.

“That is none of your business. ”

“Really… ? So you won’t mind if I tell Yoongi hyung about this ’ Min Suga Sexy moments’  you’ve got saved in your phone?” He grinned and I choked.

To be fair Yoongi looked insanely good while rapping. But i would rather not let him know i thought that. Glaring at my annoying husband , I grabbed my phone and sulked.

“He’s one of the producers Yoongi works with and for your information he isn’t flirting with me. He signed a deal with Yoongi and wanted to take all of us out to celebrate. ” i rolled my eyes, reaching for my shirt , not even remembering taking it off. But I was just used to wearing more than two layers of clothing all the time so i wasn’t really indecent.

“I see. Well if you really want to-”

The door bell rang, startling both of us.

“Seokjin? He’s early. ” I said surprised. Grabbing the wheelchair and moving it closer to the bed for Hobi to get into, I moved downstairs, reaching the front door and peering out curiously.

My entire body stiffened when i saw that it wasn’t Seokjin.

It was Hyeri.

I opened the door slowly, staring at her oversized coat and sunglasses.

“unnie…. ” i said surprised. She gave me a little smile that was oddly bitter.

“So , you managed to prove me wrong. You must be happy.” she said loftily , stepping in slowly and looking around.

“Happy that Hoseok is getting better. Not that I proved you wrong.” i said casually.

She turned around and stared at me.

“You should probably leave now. Hobi and I could use some… privacy. ”

I tried not to flush. She was trying to bait me, i tried to tell myself. Better not give her the satisfaction. But i couldn’t help but feel a sudden swell of protective instinct surface. I didn’t really want to leave Hobi with her.

“He’s still getting better and-”

“Where is my Hobi?” she said softly, cutting me off.

My  Hobi.  

I felt suddenly sick to my stomach. But I was saved the trouble of replying when my husband came into view, slowly moving the wheelchair down the ramp. He caught sight of her and his face went completely blank. He was wearing the same tank top he’s fallen asleep in.

The tank top I’d fallen asleep on.

“Baby!! i missed you…”

I watched her rush straight into his arms , actually climbing on top of him and i saw the wince he tried to hide and i turned away, helpless anger flooding my veins in quick succession. I had to get out of here before I vomited all over the floor. I also had to get my head on straight.

As if on cue, the sound of Seokjin’s car made me glance out. Without even bothering to look at my husband and his lover , I all but ran outside, grabbing my shoes on the way.

I couldn’t breathe the air in that house right now.


“Is there a reason we’re out for lunch instead of helping Hoseok with his therapy?” Seokjin mumbled around a mouthful of Sashimi and I gave him an apologetic look.

“Well, he’s got.. uh.. some work to do I guess. I thought it would be nice to take a break today. He’s been very tired lately  And he actually worked out an extra hour before bed last night.” I said quickly.

It wasn’t like i could honestly tell him that Hyeri had told me to get out of the house beacuse they wanted some ’ privacy,’ i poked my fork into my noodles, trying not to let it get to me, honestly. it wasn’t like this was new. it really shouldn’t hurt every time i saw her with him but sometimes it did and there was nothing i could do about it.

“Well, I suppose one day wouldn’t hurt. Incidentally, I have the day off. You want to hit the beach?” He said with a grin and i smiled grudgingly.

“I don’t have any beach stuff and i know for a fact that i look like a homeless bum.” I said, glancing down at the open white shirt, faded pink tank top and the jean cutoffs.

Seokjin gazed at my bare legs and gave me a little grin.

“As a resident of Jeju Do, i always carry beach stuff in my car. Come on… We’ll go get our feet wet and maybe eat some delicious food.”

I stared at him and sighed. Jin was friendly, funny and also a good guy. Maybe a day at the beach would help me get my priorities in order and understand that Jung Hoseok was not mine in any way shape or form.


When i got back home , Hyeri wasn’t home. I tossed the huge bag full of snacks and toys that somehow Seokjin had ended up buying and called out tentatively, half afraid i would walk in on something indecent.

“Where the hell did you go?” Hoseok growled from the shadows and i jumped. “ I’ve been trying to call you for three hours.”

Staring at him , i tried to think of an answer but my mind had come to a grinding halt.

“I left my phone behind. I uh.. went to the beach . Is uh.. Hyeri here…?” I said stupidly.

He stared at me.

“ I thought you left for good.” He said suddenly and I felt an iron fist close around my heart.


“I’m going to bed. Tell Seokjin I don’t want to see him for a while and Tell Yoongi I’m heading back to Seoul.”

I stared at him , confused and completely thrown.

“Hobi.. what…”

“I’ve had enough of this. I’m not… I’m not going to dance again.. i’m not going to be a… dancer again and I don’t want to live in my delusions alright?? Call Yoongi!”

“Okay, this is ridiculous. What did that woman say…”

“This isn’t about her.. For once in your life stop making me miserable and  just call Yoongi  ” He spat out and I froze. He looked angry but the anger stemmed from hurt. i could sense it beneath his skin like a living thing.

“What did she say?” I said quietly. Hobi stared back defiantly.

“It doesn’t fucking matter… It doesn’t… I just…”

“You know what.? You don’t have to tell me.  i’ll find out myself.”

I turned around and grabbed my jacket quickly before plucking my phone off the table. I found her number and dialed quickly, ignoring Hoseok’s protests and rushing out into the rain. I ran all the way to the busstop, drenched before i reached the small shelter there. She picked up on the very last ring.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” I growled and she laughed , actually laughed.

“Jiah, you’re the most naive woman in the planet. Did you honestly think he would be okay again? You can’t be that foolish. He hurt his spine and his lower body. Do you even know what that  means? No, normal woman will have him. He’s not even a man anymore.”

I blinked, stunned. Had she  actually  told Hobi that….

“What did you say to him…” i whispered, stunned.

“I told him the truth. That just because he could walk and crawl about, he couldn’t be a dancer again. i told him to do the right thing and to divorce you and marry me. at least then he can live out his life without starving. Because, let;s be serious, it’s not like  you  can afford to support him for the rest of your life.”

I was too flabbergasted to reply, so she continued.

“And he listened to sense. So he;s coming back to Seoul and I’m going to marry him.”

She hung up before i could say another word. I just stood there in the rain, trying to gather my thoughts. what had just happened? How could she claim to love him and then use words like that on him? what kind of a vindictive person did that? But oddly, she wasn’t the one I was mad at.

Still fuming, I walked back to the house, drenched and shivering.  Hoseok was waiting on the porch, looking genuinely worried. Relief flooded his face when he saw me.

“ Don’t ever do that again…” He said angrily and i ignored him, storming into the hallway and nearly cracking my skull when I slipped on the floor.

“For God’s sake, be careful. Come here. ” He had come up right behind me and I stayed still as he grabbed a towel off the rack and gave my hand a little pull .

It took me a second to realize he was trying to pull me to his lap.

I yanked the towel away from him instead and threaded the fabric through the wet strands of my hair before glaring at him.

“I spoke to her. ” I said , watching him closely.

“She has a point.” He said annoyingly. “ I’m not going to be able to dance like before and it’s a really competitive field.”

I took a deep breath.

“That won’t change by you going to Seoul. I told you already, I’m not letting you give up. You’re going to stand and then walk and then run and then dance. I’m going to make sure you do as much of it as you can.” I said furiously.

“ and what? What possible use would it be for me to walk and run when I can’t…” He stopped and his lips went into a thin line.

“Can’t what?” I said surprised.


“It’s clearly not nothing if it’s making you consider quitting therapy. i can’t help if you don’t talk to me…”

“I can’t be in a relationship… ” He muttered and i tried not to yowl in frustration.

“You already are in a relationship.. what are you even talking about?” I said thoroughly confused.

He just stared at me as though making his mind up about something. Finally he took a deep shuddering breath and then exhaled shakily.

“I can’t have sex.” He said shortly.

I went still.


Don’t blush. Don’t blush.

I cleared my throat.

“Uh… Well, just so you know the doctor spoke to me about this and it’s in your medical records as well. As you continue therapy , there is no reason why you shouldn’t be able to.. have sex again.” I said, trying not to meet his eyes head on.

“ And till then?” He said casually.

“What do you mean till then?”

“Is my girlfriend supposed to be celibate till then? Would  you  wait for an indefinite amount of time, hoping you could have a healthy relationship with me… ?” He said softly .

“A healthy relationship isn’t necessarily based on sex….” I protested and he scoffed.

“Spoken like a true virgin.”

I stared at him, suddenly hurt.

“I’m serious. I’m not saying i would never touch you or kiss you but.. there’s so many wonderful things about you, other than what you do in the bedroom. Those count too, alright?”

“You mean like my dancing…? Oh wait. i lost that too. ! Why can’t you just be fucking honest and tell me i’m a lost cause.There’s nothing left here worth saving!!” He said angrily and I hesitated.

“Hobi.. There’s a lot worth saving… I don’t even know you that well … but even I know that there’s more to you than just your body.”

He stared at me looking oddly vulnerable.

“Oh, yeah. Like what?” He muttered.

“Your hair…” i said softly, moving against my better judgment to touch the back of his head. He stiffened but didn’t pull away" Your hair it feels like silk.. like water running through my fingers.“ I swallowed, before tracing the edge of his ears. And then I stepped away because it seemed too much.  ” You’re always listening to people. It’s easy to talk but it takes a special kind of person to listen and that’s.. I mean you’re still like that. And you don’t hurt people with your words. I’ve never seen you be cruel on purpose. You’re kind, you’re helpful. You’re the reason I’m not begging on the streets right now. You don’t lie to people and even after all these years.. I can’t bring myself to even dislike you because I know, deep down that you’re a good man.“ I took a deep breath.

"And most importantly, if it was me in that wheelchair right now, you wouldn’t abandon me either.” I whispered.

He didn’t reply , just stared at me.

“So don’t tell me what to save and what not to save, Hobi. ” I sighed. “ i won’t force you to stay. But think about it. I’m here. I’ll help you fight this. I won’t ask for anything in return, just… i just want you to give this a chance.  If you still want to leave in the morning, I’ll call Yoongi.” i finished tiredly.

When he didn’t reply to that either, i grabbed the wet towel and moved to my own bedroom.

Just Do It ( Kurt Wagner x READER )

Title: Just Do It!
Rating; T for cursing!
Warnings: You’re a hot headed, fire mutant
Word count: 1926
Summary: You and Kurt fell in love at first site, but you are to in denial to think he likes you back. So, Charles, Scott, and Jean decide to step it

It was no lie to say that you thought Kurt Wagner was probably the most cutest person you have ever seen. Since the first day you saw him here, his cute, precious exterior and pure, sunshine interior just made you fall for him. Every aspect of him made you fall heads over heels for him. To his adorable, fangy smile that melted your heart to his awkward, embarrassing moments that caused him to teleport away. He was like a lost puppy to you who you wanted nothing more than to protect from all the bad and cruel things in this world of unfairness.

Some would call this, “love at first site”, which you’d agree with, but it’s only love at first site when the other feels the same way, right? You weren’t completely sure if Kurt felt the same way, the reason, as to why you have yet to confess to him. Of course, when he was around you, he always smiled and was a complete and utter gentleman; opening doors for you every chance he could and always had nothing, but nice, loving words to say. Your friends, such as Jean, tried convincing you millions of times that he liked you, but you just wouldn’t listen. Maybe it was because you were in denial or oblivious. Hell, it got to the point where even the Professor got in the middle and told you to just tell him already.

“I understand your reasoning, dear Y/N,” Charles said politely, rolling his wheelchair around his wooden desk, “but I seriously think you should go to Wagner and tell him how you feel.” You groaned at his words while you sat in the chair beside him. He had called you out of art class just to intervene in your love life. It wasn’t surprising though, he did this often with the other students and teachers as well. You just wished he’d at least leave you alone.

“I can’t just do that Professor X,” you said looking at him pleadingly, “I don’t even know if he likes me back.” It was pointless to lie to Charles because he could just read your mind and get the truth that way, but you didn’t want your mind being messed with more than he already does on the daily. It was his turn to groan towards you, rubbing the sides of his head.

“Y/N, I can read people’s minds, trust me I know if you confess to him, he’ll be very happy,” you felt a tint of hint cover your cheeks listening to him say that to you. Was Charles hinting at you that Kurt liked you back? Or was he just pretending so you’d just tell Kurt already? You weren’t sure, but you decided to play along.

“Okay, Professor, I’ll try sometime soon, but for now, I need to head back to class,” you said to him quickly before turning around towards the door and exiting his office. You knew that was rude and disrespectful of you to do that, especially towards Charles, but you were getting tired of people trying to intervene where they shouldn’t.

While walking towards class, the bell rang loudly through the halls, signalling the end of classes for the day. At least you could go back to your room and be left alone. Stating that, you turned around, as the halls became cluttered and the classes became empty. You were walking up the stairs when you heard a voice from behind you call your name in a beautiful, thick german accent. Oh no.

“Y/n!” the voice called out to you sweetly making you turn around to see the beautiful blue skinned Kurt Wagner. He was wearing a nice pair of blue jeans along with a black trench coat over a golden shirt. He looked so beautiful; you couldn’t help, but squeal inside your head. Gulping, you stepped back down the stairs to come closer to the beauty, being slightly anxious and awkward after the talk you just had with Charles. You now stood a few feet in front of him and you could see all the markings on his skin, his stunning eyes, and the bright smile that was plastered on his face. If anyone was the definition of masterpiece, it’d be Kurt.

“Hey Kurt,” you said slowly, smiling to him, as you moved a piece of hair from your face to behind your ear. Usually, you were this sarcastic, hot tempered person who was to say, violent at times, because of your fire power, but somehow, Kurt was always able to make you calm and relaxed. He was like your water to your fire. Before you could explode and destroy, he stopped your rage until you were nothing, but tiny flames. He was your polar opposite, but you loved him more then anything.

“Hello Y/N,” Kurt said sweetly, smiling towards you, as well, “do you want to go to the mall with Jean, Scott, and I?” Despite his dark blue skin, you could see a slight blush spread across his cheeks and nose. You looked at him confusingly because of it which he knew by covering his face with his hooved hands. “Of course, you do not have too, I just thought it’d be n-nice to ask you. Y-You know because-”

“Kurt, I’d love to go to the mall with you guys,” you looked up towards him deeply, you’re beautiful, e/c eyes looking up towards his crimson, red ones. Understanding, he nodded. The two of you headed towards the car garage where Charles stored his expensive cars, which Scott and Jean, leaning on the side of one car, we’re kissing.

“Okay, we get it you both are a couple,” you said annoyed, snapping the two of them out of their senses. Scott simply laughed at you while Jean acted like nothing happened and Kurt was looking the other way, obviously not wanting to see the intimate moment.

“Well by the end of-” Scott tried to say, but Jean cut him off by a light smack to the head, glaring at him while he mouthed a, “oh yeah.” You felt like they were up to something, but you simply ignored it. “Are we just taking one of professors cars or did you get permission this time?” This was a stupid question to ask, as you knew Scott didn’t. He was the most rebel student in all of the school, excluding Peter, who had the knack for pranking and screwing with everyone.

“Fine, nobody answer,” you said, scolding when nobody answered you. Instead of getting heated because of it, you looked at Kurt who was getting into the back seat behind the passenger. My god you loved that man more then anything.

In a flash, the four of you had parked outside the mall and were inside adventuring around. Seeing an shop full of varieties of things, you all decided to go look in there first. As usual, Scott and Jean were flirting with one another, discussing things they’ll buy for the other. Kind of upset and jealous you couldn’t do that with Kurt, you decided to maybe try it. You found Kurt in the back of the shop, looking at nice, shiny necklaces that even you liked, despite not liking jewelry.

“You seem to like that one; I can buy it for you,” you pointed at the dark, black one who had a beautiful, jeweled rosario on it. It was expensive, but if Kurt wanted it, you’d buy for him. You loved him that much. Kurt, shocked by your sudden appearance, jumped out of his skin with a yelp.

“I-I thought you were with Scott and Jean,” he shuddered once more, extremely nervous. You started to get highly confused, as to why he’d be so nervous so far. Plus, he was only looking at necklaces, what’s wrong with you coming over?

“Those two lovebirds are too busy being lovey and dovey,” you said rolling your eyes, crossing your arms, “but seriously, I can buy that for you if you want.”

“No thank you,” he said nicely which made you sad. You seriously wanted to buy it for him, but if he didn’t want it, then there was no point doing so. You walked away from the precious boy towards the entrance of the door. It seems you were being a bother, so you just figured to wait for them. After what felt like ages of waiting for the slow people, Kurt came running towards the entrance happily with a small bag, but only him alone.

“I bought this for you!” he exclaimed joyfully, handing you the bag. You raised your eyebrows at him, as you opened it only to see a silver necklace that had a fire lock it at the end. It looked so nice; you almost cried at the thought of him buying this for you.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” you hugged him tightly, feeling so happy about this. Now, you understood why he didn’t want you to be by him while he looked at the necklaces.

“Wait a moment,” you recalled, looking around the store, “Where the fuck is Scott and Jean?”

“I couldn’t find them, so I thought they were with you,” Kurt responded, turning his head slightly with confusion. He definitely was like a cute puppy, you just wanted to hug him. Taking in the events of today, you almost punched a wall. Charles had told you to confess, then Scott and Jean take you to the mall with Kurt and suddenly leave? This was not happening. They all were trying to match make you!

“Fucking-!” you yelled, stomping the ground before leaving the shop quicker then you came. Your body started to steam with anger. Couldn’t they just leave you alone and mind their own business? This was your biggest pet peeve and honestly, you were getting tired of everyone putting their heads into this. Slowly, but surely, your hands started to form small flames. Your anger was off the roof and you didn’t care if you destroyed a few shops.

Grabbing your shoulders, Kurt turned you around to face him, his face in pain by his hooves touching your burning skin. Seeing his face in pain made you snap out of it and to calm down. You’ve burnt his hands! Small tears dripped from your eyes onto your cheeks, your heart hurting because never in your life did you want to hurt Kurt.

“Oh my gosh, Kurt I’m so sorry,” you pleaded, taking his hands to see the burn marks. You wanted to cry your eyes out seeing how you just hurt him. You felt so guilty and terrible, how could you of done this? Kurt, seeing how you were feeling, took your adorable cheeks and looked at you dead in the eye. 

You let out a small laugh. 

“T-This is very embarrassing to do,” he shuddered his words, looking around, as a mad blush appeared, “but I think this would be a good time to do this, as you figured it out.” Did Kurt just admit to knowing how everyone was trying to match make them? Was he apart of this plan? You couldn’t ask because before you could Kurt had quickly placed his lips on yours, your eyes going wide as the whole earth. Everyone began to cheer the two of you on causing Kurt to become highly and even more embarrassed which made him teleport away into thin air.

You stood there love struck until somebody passing by said, “You should’ve confessed sooner.”

That little shit of a professor.

Old-New Dogs, New-Old Tricks [Gai&Genma BrOTP]

AN: This is just a little ficlet I whipped up while answering this character ask for my lovely boy Genma.  I started writing it halfway through my rant about how I think Gai would never let Genma stop being friends with him after their genin team broke up (it’s Gai people, what do you expect?).  This takes place after the war, while Gai is in the hospital recovering from having opened the Eighth Gate and miraculously surviving.  How did this reach 1.5k?

“Ah, my most Youthful Teammate, it’s been some time since I last saw you,” Gai said, his cheer a little more forced than normal, as he was stuck in a hospital bed, still recovering from opening the Gate of Death during the war.

Genma sighed. “You idiot.  I can’t believe—no never mind.  I’ve been telling you for years that one day that technique would kill you.”  

“Ah, but I’m not dead quite yet.”  The words were said with a megawatt smile, but Genma could see behind it.  Even without roughly twenty years of friendship, Genma picked up on the underlying meaning.  For someone like Gai, who was so active and relied so heavily on his body, losing the ability not just to walk, but to be a shinobi, was a cruel blow.  

Of course, Gai would do it again in a heartbeat—Genma had lost track of the many times Gai had jumped in front of an attack, or attempted to sacrifice himself to save another.  But this penalty was different than what Gai had anticipated.  He thought he was going to die, not come back broken.  He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, not when it felt so much like gaining and losing everything all at once.

“That’s true,” Genma finally replied.  “I guess it’s a good thing the payoff was just your legs.”

“Yes…just my legs…”

“How else would you complete your daily laps around the village?”  

Gai looked at him confused.  Genma continued, “You need working arms to walk on your hands, don’t you?”  

Before Genma knew what was happening, he was encased in the aforementioned arms, his head straining at a weird angle as to keep the senbon in his mouth from stabbing a laughing, smiling, and sobbing Gai.  

“YOSH!  I WILL COMPLETE FIVE HUNDRED LAPS OF THE VILLAGE ON MY HANDS ONCE I HAVE RECOVERED!”  Gai’s voice boomed in Genma’s ear.  It was only because Gai was in the hospital that Genma held back from moving his head in a position where the senbon would be stabbing Gai.  Gai pulled back slightly to look Genma in the eyes, “You, of course, will join me, won’t you, teammate?”

Oh no.  Ooooh no.  Genma was not going to give into that.  But Gai was looking so hopeful, and he had almost died, and what was Konoha without her Green Beast.  Dammit.  “I’ll join you—”


“—for a couple.”  Genma sighed.  How did Gai always get him into these sorts of situations?

Eventually Gai is released from the Hospital—his delight only just barely overshadowing that of the hospital staff’s relief.  He is with Lee and Tenten, seated in a wheelchair he has had time to acclimate to in the hospital, although still feels cumbersome; a burden to carry the rest of his life, in spite of all that it helps.  But Gai picks up burdens as training weights, and a wheelchair isn’t going to be the end of him.  

Gai has been told to take things easy, to go home and rest.  But no one protests when he bends down, hands to the rough, rocky, dirt road—not felt through all the years and years of callouses not even his time convalescing can erase—and flips his universe upside-down.  It is different than it was before—where he used to use his legs for balance, they are now dead weight, pulling him backwards.  He ignores Lee and Tenten behind him; two-thirds of his students are left after the war, and he loves them all the more for the other’s absence.  But this is his recovery, his chance to take back something normal.  It takes a moment or two for him to adjust, but Gai has always been dynamic, and so he manages with the flair and finesse that only Konoha’s Handsome Green Beast can achieve.

When Gai is steady on his heads, he cannot contain the whoop of joy that leaves him, so filled with Youth and Excitement, the force almost knocks him backwards.  There’s a moment where he sways, Tenten rushing up behind him, ready to catch him.  But then, using his off-momentum, Gai—with all the panache he is known for—spins on one hand, the other in his patented thumbs up—err…thumbs down?  Gai flips his hand so that his thumb is pointing to the sky, so that his audience can receive the full brunt of his joy.  

“YOSH!  Today is an Excellent day for Completing Five Hundred Laps of the Village on my hands!  Who is Ready to Join me?”

“I AM READY, GAI-SENSEI!”  Lee is already on his hands before he finishes speaking.  Two pairs of bushy brows under shining eyes stare up at Tenten.

“Doesn’t someone need to push the chair?” Tenten hedges, dreading the thought of so much over-the-top exercise.

“Excellent Idea, Tenten!” Gai booms, spinning on a single hand once more to face away from her.  “Yosh!  Let us Prove that Nothing can Stand in the Way of Youth!”

But before they can move, they are interrupted.

“You’re always jumping the gun, Gai,” a low voice pops in from the left, causing three heads to turn and stare.  Tenten is already gaping, a light blush dusting her cheeks.  Gai and Lee look up-up-up past ninja sandals, bandaged calves, jounin blues, and the village’s iconic green flack vest. They continue past a shifting senbon perched in half-smiling lips, until finally settling on playful brown eyes.  “Yo,” Genma adds with a two finger wave.

“Genma!  My illustrious Former Teammate!  My Team and I were—”

Instead of listening, Genma casually bends over, until his hands, too, are on the ground, before pushing his legs over his head and into the air.  His hair flops over his headband, but luckily stays out of his eyes.  “Let’s get going, Gai, mini-Gai, and cutie-Gai.  I don’t have all day.”

“Yosh!  Your Eagerness to Engage in our Training has Fanned the Flames of Youthful Vigour inside of me!  I feel as if I can Complete Six Hundred Laps!”  Gai sets off, Genma on his left, easily keeping pace.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…” Genma adds, even knowing it’s for naught.

Behind them, Lee and Tenten are frozen in place, cheeks red as they watch their sensei and his friend walking further and further away from them.

Tenten sighs wistfully; she hadn’t thought someone could make handstands attractive.  Beside her, Lee finally slips from his trance.

“He…he called me cutie-Gai…” Lee mutters, hearts in his eyes.

“WHAT?” Tenten shrieks from beside him.

But Lee is already gone, running to catch up with the two jounin.

“YOU’RE NOT CUTE AT ALL!” She yells after him, just barely remembering to roll the wheelchair along with her as she makes her own persuit. “He was obviously talking about me!”

Gai is used to hearing peals of laughter when he races around the village, competing in odder and odder challenges—whether against his Eternal Rival or just himself.  But today the streets are quiet when Genma, Lee, Tenten, and he walk by.  Until there is shuffling to his right, and another set of hands come into view.

“Yo,” falls casually from behind masked lips, complete with two happy eye creases, instead of the usual one.

“LEE!  GAI-SENSEI!” comes a boisterous voice from behind, before two more hands and the scent of ramen drop in next to them.

“Hey!  Don’t think you can leave me outta this!” bellows a rough voice from the same direction, accompanied by two clawed hands, four paws, and excited barking.

“SHANNARO!” heralds pink hair and ten more hands—a blonde ponytail, the scent of barbecue chips, the soothing buzz of kikaichuu, a doujutsu, and a lazy occupant for the wheelchair, who can’t help the muttered ‘troublesome,’ that slips past his lips.

Shinobi and kunoichi alike join their impromptu, upside-down parade, from all walks of life.

By the time they have hit the three-quarter mark through the village, Ebisu’s voice can be heard vehemently denying the endless tales Genma and Gai insist on sharing with his own students—Konohamaru laughing so hard he’s on his back, Udon and Moegi fairing only slightly better.  Chouza is chuckling to himself by his son, while Chouji is working up the courage to ask Genma and Gai for stories about his dad.  Shikamaru is napping with Mirai now in his lap, while Kurenai pushes the wheelchair so Tenten can join in on the marathon.  

Gai is never more grateful to be alive.

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Congratulations! You are an amazing writer, can I request a modern au where Ivar has a crush on his best friend's sister an he is really shy about it but in the end she likes him back?? Thank u, u are amazing💕💕💕💕💕

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Note: Thank you love! Hope this is what you imagined.
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The doorbell went and you looked up from your laptop towards the door to the hall. ‘Y/n, can you take the door?’ Your brother yelled from upstairs. You rolled your eyes, throwing your laptop into the seat before walking to the door, opening without paying attention. When you looked down your mouth got dry. ‘Ivar.’ You greeted him, looking over your shoulder in the hope your brother would come down. ‘Y/n.’ He greeted you, looking down instead from up to you. ‘Come in.’ You pulled the door further open and he rolled his wheelchair in. He pushed himself into the living room and you looked to your own hair in the mirror for a moment before you walked the living room in. ‘Who is it?’ Your brother asked. ‘Your best friend.’ ‘I’m coming.’ He yelled back. You knew when he talked about “coming” that it could take some time. ‘Do you want something to drink?’ You asked polite. He looked up from his mobile, fast shaking his head. You shrugged, sitting down in the seat, pulling your laptop back on your lap. You looked from over your laptop towards him, he was looking but as soon as he saw you looking he looked back away. ‘I don’t bite you know Ivar.’ You said practically without looking up. He chuckled and you frowned, looking up again. ‘What’s so funny about that?’ ‘Your brother always says you do.’ He replied. You rolled your eyes, smiling in the moment. ‘He has to shut his mouth.’ You muttered for yourself, gazing back to the laptop.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked after a few minutes. ‘Gonna watch Game of Thrones.’ You answered. His eyes got that sparkle but he didn’t say anything, looking down to his mobile again. You looked towards the hall, asking yourself were your brother stayed. ‘You want to watch?’ You asked. He opened his mouth, looking over his shoulder to the hall, doubting. What was it with him. He always had such a big mouth when you weren’t in the same room and now he was like a scared little child. ‘Ivar, if you don’t like me or I annoy you, you can just say it and I’m out.’ You pointed to the doorway. You kept looking at him until he was brave enough to hold those gorgeous blue eyes on yours. You frowned your eyebrows until your mouth fell a little open. ‘You like me.’ You confirmed the starting blush on his cheeks. He swallowed and you looked to his throat for a moment. ‘Ivar?’ ‘What do you want me to say?’ He asked a little short. ‘A simple yes or no maybe.’ ‘Yes, I like you Y/n. But what does it matter, who likes a cripple.’ He fired angry back, turning his wheelchair the other way around. You rolled your eyes dramatically, looking to his back. He was a friend of your brother for years now, you knew him already a little. ‘Did it maybe occur to you that I like you to?’ You asked him softly. You saw he froze in his wheelchair. You waited, a moment, two moments. ‘You can come sit with me now to watch Game of Thrones.’ You petted the place beside you. He turned slowly around, rolling over. He pulled his body aside you and you looked at him from so close by. ‘Wasn’t that hard.’ ‘Just play the episode.’ He murmured. You smiled and you started the episode. He relaxed his head a little resting against your arm. You smiled a little, mission kind of accomplished.

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Assistive technology does not cure disability

When I get into an airplane, I don’t turn into a bird.

All assistive technology is like that.

Airplanes are not wings, and wheelchairs are not legs.  Rolling is different from walking, and it’s ok that it’s different. Typing is not speaking, it’s typed communication. Reading braille isn’t seeing with fingers, it’s tactile reading. And so on. Assistive technology is important, and worth respecting.

Airplanes are amazing. I respect them without pretending that they are wings. Likewise, other people respect me as a competent human being without pretending that an airplane has turned me into a bird.

Assistive technology enables people with disabilities to do more things. It does not turn us into nondisabled people — and it doesn’t need to. We do many things differently, and that’s ok. Respecting us means respecting us as we really are, including acknowledging that our assistive technology exists and matters.

There is no use in anything I do - Part 1

 Summary: Since y/n doesn’t seem particularly interested in ever talking to anyone at Xavier’s school, due to her fear of making people do things they don’t want to, Charles Xavier decides to give her private lessons in order to help her control her mutation.

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Words: 1563

Warnings: Swears

A/N: This is the first part of a short fanfic on Charles x reader. I plan on writing two more parts, though style-wise it will be more like a really long imagine, because I’m crap at writing lol enjoy!

You had always enjoyed listening to people more than being the one who’s listened to. You never felt like people cared. Or maybe you just had too high expectations, you weren’t completely sure. Now however, people had no choice but to care about what you said. To do what you told them to, without even having the chance to resist. You couldn’t even control it yourself. You never knew when it would kick in. 

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Leather Jackets and Sassy Children| Old Man Logan

Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

Originally posted by mandragorainferna

This is a Male!Reader best friend oneshot and the VERY LAST Logan request. Young!Logan are not being accepted right now and probably won’t be for quite some time. 

Requested by Anon - Male Christian Mutant (with the powers of pyrokinetics that have faded over the years) who goes on the road trip during the Logan film along with Charles and Laura. He doesn’t approve of Logan killing but he understands why. Maybe a scene where the reader is distracted by a woman in a leather jacket and Laura teases him about it secretly, without talking as she doesn’t talk much. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @itsbrittbrattt @xavier-chxrles @rivertales @tigers-have-teeth @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @let-it-go-and-live-again @buckybabble @avengers-bucky-fanfic @castawaybarnes @katiedreamy @cleanslates @lokigoddess 

*This is shorter then the other ones, and as soon as it’s posted I will make sure to update the Masterlist!

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Seeing Blue (Kurt Wagner x Reader)

Originally posted by rswinther

   Requested by: @queenbae22

“Hi can you do a Kurt x pregnant reader and she goes into labor 💜💜thnxs if you can.”

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“Kurt, please calm down. I am pregnant, not helpless,” (y/n) said as she made her way up the stairs of the X-Mansion. Kurt had a strong grip around her waist even she could completely going up the stairs by herself, even though she was very close to her due date. 

        “No. I insist that I help you because if you ever got hurt I’d never forgive myself,” Kurt replied as he opened their bedroom door. (Y/N) sat down on the bed and sighed. The baby was kicking very hard and hadn’t stopped for at least five minutes straight.

        “Do you think that our little one has powers?” (y/n) asked as she rubbed her stomach in circles. She and Kurt met when he had first arrived at the mansion and a few years later they got married, of course, in the mansion’s backyard. Soon enough (y/n) had found out that they were pregnant and they were pregnant with a baby boy.

        “Who knows? Genetics are awfully weird. Two people that don’t have any traces of mutant powers still make mutant children. But, if our child has powers, he’ll be in good hands.” Kurt kissed (y/n)’s hands and she just smiled at his loving personality. 

        It had been hard for Kurt to practically ‘fit in’ because of his appearance, but (y/n) loved and accepted him from the start. She had powers too; the ability to create forcefields. It was more powerful than anyone might think. It was hard for her to fit in too because of how damaging her power was, but she and Kurt found each other. And, it all led up to creating a little unique individual that they could call theirs. ‘

        "Kurt. Your wife is in labor. She’s having your child!“ Jean shouted as she ran into the training room. Kurt stopped whatever he was doing and ran out the room along with Jean.

        "Where is she?! The kitchen? The living room? Our bedroom?” Kurt started to have mini panic attack as he stopped running to catch his breath.

        "The kitchen,“ Jean simply said and Kurt immediately teleported to the room. There (y/n) was, leaning over the countertop with her face scrunched up in pure pain and distress.

        "My darling. Are you alright? I am getting you to the hospital right now!” Kurt said as he carefully took a hold of (y/n) and teleported both of them to the hospital.

        Everyone in the hospital gasped and some workers refused to even help (y/n) because of Kurt’s appearance. Finally a rather accepting nurse helped them both get signed in and get (y/n) a room. 

        "Kurt! You little blue fuck! This is all your fault!“ (y/n) screeched. She wasn’t being rude on purpose, but pain makes you do and say things that you’d regret later…

        "I am sorry, my darling. But, please calm down. You don’t want to put too much stress on you or the baby. Just try to keep your breathing steady and think about how all of this will end!” Kurt shouted as he took a hold of his wife’s hands. She gave him a glare and squeezed onto his hands so hard, that she left crescent-shaped marks from her fingernails.

        “You’re sorry! HM!” the nurse attempted to calm (y/n) down but the (h/c) just glared at the nurse as well. Well, this wouldn’t a be challenge at all. Well, that’s what everyone had thought…

        “No Scott. He isn’t blue,” Jean scolded Scott as they walked into the hospital room to meet the Wagners’ new baby boy.

        “But, Kurt is very blue, so I was just guessing that their child would also be very blue as well,” Scott said with his hands in the air.

        "Hello, you two love birds,“ (y/n) said as she held a warm bundle in a powder blue blanket. Kurt was staring at his child like he had never seen anyone or anything as beautiful.

        "Oh. He’s so adorable,” Jean said as she moved thin strands of the baby’s hair away from his face. The baby boy had stunningly golden eyes and hair duplicate to (y/n)’s.

        "What’s his name?“ Scott asked and (y/n) smiled,"Dominick Wagner.”

        "What a beautiful son,“ Charles said as he rolled his wheelchair into the hospital room. 

        "Do you think that he has any powers?” Jean asked.

        "Who knows…“ Kurt replied as he kissed (y/n)’s forehead.

        Scott then took his turn touching the newborn and Dominick grabbed his thumb. Before Scott could 'aw’ at the infant’s actions, Dominick electrocuted his thumb, making him quickly pull his hand back. 

        "Yeah. He has some mutant powers…”