wow i like it so much now that ive had so much time to sit with the series

Sutures and Stitches [m] Pt. 2

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 3.2k words

Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

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“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

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Forgetful (part 3)

Word Count: 1,633
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk
Warnings: Hospital, reader injuries
Love Interest: Pietro Maximoff
Note: This might bring a close to the Forgetful series, but idk ‘causeI haven’t written it yet. I’ll write more here once I’ve finished writing this part see you in a jiffy.

It seems I have done a 50/50, but I felt like this was a solid ending.

Tags: @ladywolfdemon @iamvvanda @hownottodie101 @aweways @kkrissy12

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Originally posted by hospitalheaven

The soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor gave Pietro comfort, yet it sent him into panic all the same. While the heart monitor gave a reassurance that she was still alive for the moment, it didn’t promise that she’d be alive in the future. So, here he sat for the past two weeks, sitting by her bedside. The only time he’d leave is when he’d need to use the restroom. He’d only eat when forced; which meant Wanda all but shoving food down his throat whenever she came to visit.

The rest of the team came to visit when they could, and while they worried for her, they also worried for Pietro. There were many mixed emotions going around the team; some blamed him, others felt bad. Tony was a main party in those that blamed Pietro, and he made sure to let Pietro know whenever he was in the vicinity. Bucky was on the fence on how to feel about Pietro, Bucky was more concerned about her well being than anything else. Steve was similar, but still harbored feelings of blame on Pietro.

Nat was beyond pissed at the both of them, but her anger for the figure in the hospital bed was matched by her endless worry. Clint would bring her cards every day, and they got a little more ridiculous as the days passed. Bruce was still missing, but he had sent her favourite flowers and a simple note that said ‘Don’t die, friend’. Thor came back down to check on things a few days ago, and was very distressed when he was told. Needless to say, Pietro got an earful from him.

Even without the entire team letting him know exactly how they felt, he was still in daily panic. Even more so than usual, there’s been 3 near-deaths in time she’s been here. Pietro completely blames himself for everything, and the weight of guilt keeps him from moving from his chair. Guilt and love, that’s what keeps him here. Some time ago he came to the conclusion that her being in the hospital is some twisted way of making him pay for what he did. That’s why he never argues when Tony goes off on him.

Between him losing himself in his guilt-ridden thoughts, and him crying his eyes out, he talks to her. The topic will vary occasionally, but it mainly stays with him either apologizing, making promises, begging for her to come back, or vocalizing memories. Right now he had his head in her blanketed lap, his hand in hers. They had, at one point, her hooked up to a breathing machine when she had first got here. To say that she had sustained severe injuries would be an understatement.

The doctor himself even said that it was a miracle that she was even still alive right now. There was injury to her organs, hips, ribs, neck, arms, and one of her legs. There was also a large portion of skin damaged on her back, and it’d still be a bit longer before that healed.  Her neck was almost fully healed, as well as her arm. Today Tony was in the room along with Pietro, which had become a norm. Tony was with her almost as much as he was, the difference being that Tony wasn’t the one that put her in here.

“You did this, you know.” Tony said, beginning to start another argument.

“I am well aware.” Pietro clarified for the millionth time.

“Great, because I’m here to remind you. Think of me as you own personal alarm clock.” Tony said.

“Will do.” Pietro said with a sigh.

“Not like you have much of a choice here, anyway.” Tony said matter-of-factly.

“I realize this, Tony.” Pietro spoke, closing his eyes in frustration.

“You better, because she’s going to go off like a firecracker when she wakes up,” Tony continued, “Like the Fourth of July of doom.”

“Looking forward to it.” Pietro spoke, a little more passively this time.

“Will you two-ow-shut the-ow- fuck up-ow.” A familiar voice said, clearly irritated. 

“Y/n!” Tony and Pietro said at the same time.

“Wow, can we not talk so loud, I have the world’s biggest headache.” Y/n said as Tony went to notify a nurse.

God, I’m gone for two seconds, and they’re already at each others throats. They’re both secretly children, I’m almost positive. Wait, why the fuck am I in this room? This is not my bedroom. This is not the Tower. This is not anywhere that I’m familiar, it’s too fucking white and bright to be any room that I’d ever go in. I looked down, now noticing that I had on a hospital gown on instead of my normal clothes.

I looked up, glaring at the person closest to me (and the only person in the room), Pietro. He, surprisingly, looked like the worst thing in the world. He had clearly not been sleeping properly, to say the least. His eyes were red, like he had just been crying. He was also holding one of my hands. another thing that I just noticed. I would’ve snatched it away, but the sight of a needle in my arm caught my attention instead.

“Don’t even think about it,” Pietro said immediately, covering the IV with his hand, “It’s suppossed to help you.”

“Oh yeah, sure, just like you helped me?” I questioned harshly, still glaring.

“I’m sorry.” Pietro said and my glare softened a bit.

“Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t get me out of this fucking hospital.” I stated simply.

Tony came back into the room, the doctor following shortly after. The doctor greeted me politely, but I just grumbled in response. I fucking hate hospitals, I want to stab someone. I huffed as the doctor started explaining everything, and small flashbacks of the incident began to pass through my mind. The sound of the glass shattering underneath me. The feeling of the tires rolling over my stomach.

The headlights of the vehicles burning holes into my eyes. My skin tearing on the metal of the vehicles. The sound of sirens that was barely audible to my ears. The sight of pure darkness, consuming me with blinding pain. The gentle, yet distressed, touch of a hand on my cheek. ‘Please, please, stay with me,’ rang through my mind. At the time, I didn’t know who it was, but now that I can think a bit clearer, it was obviously Pietro.

The doctor took his leave, telling me he’d be back soon with test results. Tony then announced that he was going to head to the Tower and tell everyone that I was awake and alive. Silence ensued between Pietro and I, neither of us bothering to say a word. For different reasons, I’m sure. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to scream, just for everything that’s happened. Another part of me just wanted to be hugged at the realization of me almost dying.

“Listen, I know you probably don’t even want to see me right now, but I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Pietro said.

“Hey-” I began.

“It’s all my fault, I know. If I hadn’t asked you to come and meet me, and if I hadn’t done what I did, you wouldn’t be like this.” Pietro continued, referencing my hospital-ridden state.

“Well-” I began again.

“And I know that me asking for forgiveness is selfish, and probably too soon, but I’m just glad that you’re okay.” Pietro said, and I raised my brows, “I mean, I know you’re not healed yet, but you don’t know how happy it made me to see you awake. You could’ve ended up in a permanent coma, or worse, because of me.” He continued.

“Pietro-”I began.

“I know that this is karma getting back at me for what I did, but can you please forgive me?” Pietro asked again.

Well, if you’d let me talk, you big blue idiot.

“Sorry.” He apologized again.

Whoops, didn’t mean to say that one out loud.

I looked at him for a moment, seriously considering what he had said. He really did look awful, and remorse was very clear on his face. He looked like he’d simply die on the spot if I uttered the opposite. While I was still very angry at him, a small part of me wanted to forgive him. I don’t think we could go back to being a couple, at least not so soon. So, forgiveness at friend status is now up for debate.

I suppose I forgive him for putting me in here, it wasn’t directly his fault. It certainly wasn’t mine either, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for me to just take it out on him. I sighed deeply, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. Maybe it’d be okay if we were just friends? Like, friends who met on the first day of school and are only talking to one another because they don’t know anybody else. It’s oddly specific, but there we go.

“Fine, but you’re never to speak to me again.” I stated simply.

“O-Oh, okay, that’s fine, I’m just really happy you forgave me.” He started, “I guess I’ll just go then, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair-”

“Pietro, Pietro,” I began frantically, “I was just kidding.”

“Oh,” He sighed deeply, a little relieved.

“I forgive you, but I don’t think we can go back to what we were,” I began, “At least not so quickly, but we can be friends.”

“Thank you, thank you so much.” He said, and it appeared as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” I said, “Now get over here and give me a very platonic hug, reality hit me in the face like 10 minutes ago.”

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What's your opinion on the Robin series so far?

I’ve been holding onto this cause I’ve had a post in my drafts on my thoughts on Robin once I finished. Once I got this ask, I decided I’d post them here. So here’s a bunch of random thoughts on Robin in no particular order. I’ll put it below the cut cause it’s kinda long also, you know, spoilers.

**Spoilers for the Robin series**

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You Don’t Believe Me (p.7)

PART SEVEN – You Don’t Believe Me

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  • Oh god please don’t destroy my view of Michael in this imagine 😭😭😭 cannot wait for part 7 
  • Hey! I just wanted to know when you’re gonna post part 7? I really really love it!   
  • Please please please do a part seven 😭😭😭 i need to know how this story ends im addicted to your blog😫
  • Ive been reading your “You Don’t Believe me” series and its actually killing me but its really funny reading the requests firsts bc jeez actually same… anyways I’m on part five, other than what’s already posted is more coming soon? I love your blog
  • OMG I just binge read all of these parts! You are a fabulous writer, (the best I’ve seen from the 5sosfam) just wow. You made my emotions go everywhere. (Ironically while reading I was listening to “Love Me Like You Do” xD) Anyways, pls do a part 7!
  • Please no I love Michael too much let them be together don’t break him please omg I’ve read so many fics where Michael has never got the girl and it’s always been Luke or Calum or Ashton that has please please please let them stay it will break my heart if they don’t
  • Part 7! Holy crap!!! Please let her end up with Luke!!!!! Nothing against Michael, but ugh
  • Michaels lying I know it 😮 Luke has to be the one! Dammit it’s so hard 😭

Plot Line: Y/N finally talks to Luke, and just when everything seems like it could be normal and happy one mistake messes everything up. How will Y/N cope with the news?!

Smut: none

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Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six

I sat there looking at my hands as the two boys entered the room, the tension could be cut with a knife as I tried not to look up into those piercing blue eyes that I could easily swim in. Those eyes that had looked at me with such compassion the night before– but I just didn’t know if I would ever be able to trust him with my heart. Not after everything, not after… her. I realised  in that second that I couldn’t say what I needed to say with Michael in the room, so as I finally looked up I used my eyes to communicate silently with Michael. Thank god he got the message as he quickly exited the room.

The silence still lingered as Luke stood across the room not making a move to sit down. After loving a boy for so long how can you just tell him you’ve chosen someone else? I mean, I didn’t really owe Luke anything because we’d never been together but there was just too much history between us. Too many memories and moments, ones I know I’ll never forget. I didn’t know if Luke would ever look at me the same after this. But I guess I’d made my decision.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N” Luke whispered as he scuffed his shoe against the floor, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. “I know you’ve chosen Michael” I just nodded at his statement as words failed me. “He always managed to take my moments with you”

And then I remembered.

“Hey! Y/N” Luke called as I turned around laughter falling effortlessly from my mouth. There stood Luke Hemmings, best friend and my fifteen year old crush. I tried hard not to blush as he looked at me with wide eyes. Today was pool day, in which me, Luke and Michael would swim around in his back yard and just laugh until our stomachs hurt. When I’d tried on my bathing suit I’d found it to be too small so my mother had whisked me off and brought my my first two piece bikini. I stood there placing my hands on my hips.

“What you staring at Hemmings?” I asked with a joke, quirking my eyebrow. Luke was quick to stumble on his words– not something I was used too. He was always so confident.

“I-er-nothing. Nothing. Y-You just look…pretty” Luke said as he reached up scratching the back of his neck and that’s when the blush became full blown as I looked at my feet.

“Oh..” was all I managed to squeak out as Michael came bounding it but not before stopping and looking full on at my boobs.

“Nice tits Y/N” Michael yelled before running off and jumping into the pool. I laughed loudly, but I didn’t notice the look on Luke’s face. The look of jealousy as I ran after Michael.

“Like the day at the pool..” was the first words that left my mouth as I realised what Luke had meant. Luke look confused for a second before the memory seemed to also come back to him, and a small chuckle left his lips. My favourite kind of chuckle.

“I think that was the first day I ever realised how nice your boobs and butt were!” Luke exclaimed and I left out an abrupt laugh.

“You little pervert!” I screamed, more laughter overcoming me as he joined in. This was what I missed, the effortless banter and jokes between me and him. We were never able to stay mad at each other, and sometimes– yes it sucked. But then I realise that’s what a real friendship is. If I wanted to keep him I had to keep him as a friend.

“I knew then that I liked you, I was just too scared” Luke said, and then that’s when I was stumped. I just looked away from him as the tears built threatening to fall, I shook my head back and fourth.

“L-Luke we– I can’t” I whispered, and he nodded.

“I know, I do, I missed my chance but just so you know one day our time will come. OK?” Luke said, and I wasn’t sure if it was for me or himself. I nodded not answering that.

“Maybe” was all I managed to choke out as the tears started falling. Luke tried to walk over to me but I held my hand up. “Please don’t Luke, this is already hard enough” I cried and I didn’t need to say anything else before I saw the tears falling down his cheeks as he walked out. A part of my heart left when he walked out of the room, my chest hurt and collapsed In on itself and I felt worse than when me and Michael had almost called it quits but I shoved the feeling away as I dried my face. It was time to face the light.

One Week Later

I sat there laughing with Michael, my legs thrown effortlessly across his lap as I bit down on my lip. The boys were all sat around eating the pizza we’d ordered earlier, but I could feel Michael’s hand inching further up my leg under the blanket we’d acquired. I gulped as my chest heaved at a regular pace for the time being. Luke was across the room, eyes on his phone; he’d been doing everything to not make eye contact with me which was starting to bug me. I was snapped from my thoughts when soft lips dragged across my ear.

“Go upstairs baby, wait for me in your room” Michael whispered as shudders ran down my spine. I cleared my throat pushing off the sofa.

“I’m going for a nap, I have a headache” I announced, which caused everyone to look at me; even Luke. Everyone said their well wishes but Luke’s eyes were trained on me, like he was looking for something  but I pushed it away as I made my way up the stairs and into my room.

After waiting for a solid twenty minutes a frown had etched onto my face; where was Michael? There was a small knock at the door as a final smile spread across my lips and I stood up as Michael walked in the room. Michael shut the door behind him but stood across the room causing the smile to disappear.

“Michael?” I asked confused with the way he was looking at me. Michael looked up at the ceiling

“Y/N…I love you” Michael stated. I frowned and nodded.

“And I love you.” I said, confusion evident as my eyebrows furrowed more.

“I-I want to tell you now before someone else tells you.” Michael whispered, his voice breaking.

“OK…you’re scaring me Michael” My voice was still strong, but I knew it would faulter.

“When we first started pretending to date I had this crush on this girl, Leah. Well I tried to get with her and then I fell for you and that night at the party when you kissed Luke I had this horrible feeling in my stomach…so I hooked up with her.” it all came out in a rush, my eyes bugged out of my head but my breath was shallow.

“Wait…hooked up? So you kissed right?” I laughed lightly as I pushed the hair out of my face, I gulped lightly looking down at my feet. But inside I knew what he meant; I just didn’t want to believe.

“I-I…we slept together” Michael croaked and I could see the tears brimming his eyes.

“No…” I whispered as my jaw went slack.

“Y/N please understand–” Michael took a step forward, hands out stretched and eyes pleading.

“UNDERSTAND?! Now I know why you were okay that me and Luke kissed but that was a kiss Michael. You shoved your dick in her because you had a feeling?!” I basically screamed at him as the tears fell down my cheeks. Michael stood there with silent tears falling down his cheeks.

“I love you Y/N, please understand I was conflicted as you were with Luke. I had so many things going on in my head” Michael kept begging but my heart just kept breaking as I took in a deep breath trying my hardest to calm myself. Running a hand down my face which was quickly covered in water, I tasted salt water on my lips.

“You asked me to be your girl friend a few hours previously! I know I’m not the most innocent in this. I kissed Luke, well he kissed me and I went with it. But I felt guilty seconds later! So much so that I ran thinking I was leaving the two most important things behind but instead while I was fighting this eternal fight in my heart you were shoving your heart into another girls vagina.” I cried out as I doubled over. I was in so much pain that I just heard the door slam signalling Michael’s dramatic exit, I could hear him sobbing on the other side of the door as I crumbled to the floor. “I love you” I cried out even harder which seemed to trigger a kick to the wall from outside. Michael had hurt me, but I could tell he was hurting too.

I don’t know how long I’d been lay on that floor but a while after the tears had stopped and my breathing had slowed and I fell into a sleep; not a very soothing one but it let my mind rest for awhile. The floor had become comfortable after awhile so when I let my eyes finally flutter open I frowned. The floor was no longer my bed, but instead I was engulfed in bed sheets, and my body adorned and over sized male t-shirt. Squeezing my eyes closed for a few more seconds and reopening them I pushed myself up. Looking to the side I saw Luke watching me with his intense gaze.

“I wanted to tell you” Luke whispered as he played with his fingers.

“You knew?” I barked fury burning in my eyes.

“I came to find you once you left, and I checked all the rooms and he was in there with her.” said defensibly as he sighed shaking his head, biting his lip lightly.

“I just– just– why” I called out again, my voice faltering showing just how affected I was by what Michael had done. I yanked my hair up throwing a hair tie that was on my wrist.

“I love you Y/N. I couldn’t believe my eyes so I pretended I never saw it because I thought he loved you. He does love you.” Luke defended Michael although I could see the tension in his face as he tried to keep his own need from his features; he wasn’t very good at hiding it.

“What’s your point Luke?” I asked with a sigh.

“I would never do that to you” Luke spoke a little too loud as I shot my head over to him with sadness in my eyes because I knew that he wasn’t lying.

“I-I know.” I sighed but I looked down at my attire. “Did you change me out of my jeans and top into yours?” I asked, looking up as I finally realised Luke was shirtless. Luke blushed furiously as he nodded.

“I came straight up after I realised it was Michael who left and you were sound asleep and looked so uncomfortable..I’m sorry If I crossed the line” Luke stumbled over his words, a new blush on his cheeks

“No it’s fine, thank you” I paused as I bit my lip; my insecurities going crazy again. “I’m sorry you had to see my body even somewhat naked” I murmured. Luke furrows his eye brows and pushes up walking over to me, as he dropped next to me on the bed.  I looked over to him as his hand came up to caress my face and I instinctively leant into it with a soft sigh.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever lay my eyes upon. Your face, your body and your hot as fuck personality so please just stop doubting yourself. Guys would fall over their feet for you.” Luke whispered each word slow and seductively and I knew what was coming; I knew how to mend my current broken heart. His lips crashed to mine as I melted into him, my body moulding to his as I threw my arms around his neck pulling him as close as possible. I didn’t even register his hands moving underneath his shirt unless he placed his thumb hard against my lace panties causing me to gasp against his lips. I wanted Luke, I wanted the whole of him but would he be a rebound? That was something I didn’t want so I pulled away. Luke saw this and slipped his hand around the back of my neck pulling his forehead to mine.

“Don’t run away from me again, I love you.”

“I love you too, but if we are going to try anything then I need to officially end things with Michael and I want to take things slow. OK? I don’t want it to be rushed. I lost my virginity that way and look how that ended” I murmured, as he kissed me abruptly.

“Take all the time you need” Luke whispered, as he pecked my nose and pulled away. I instantly missed his closeness as I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Do you want to go and hang out down stairs for a while?” I asked trying to make it easier. If we stayed in this room I’d end up fucking his brains out because he made me horny and he was shirtless.

“Sure it’s just Calum…and Kasia” Luke drawled the end as a smirk made its way onto his face.

“As in thee Kasia?” I exclaimed in a whisper.

“Yep. She has him by the heart strings” Luke made the gesture of a beating heart causing me to playfully roll my eyes.

“You are such a dork!” I yelled “Come on then lets go and introduce myself” I nodded my head int the direction of the door as I threw my legs off the bed and jogged to the door as a giggle escaped my lips.

“Erm Y/N?” Luke called as I looked over my shoulder, hand on the door nob

“Yeah?” I asked a smile on my lips, Luke smiled back with a grin.

“You might want to put some pants on, I made you wet and there’s a patch” Luke smirked, as I looked down and bit my lip in embarrassment.

“Oh– yeah OK.” I called as I ran to the draw, yanking out a pair of shorts. I didn’t care if they were Michaels or not. He’d stormed out and they looked comfortable. Fuck Michael and his wandering dick, I couldn’t trust him.