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s-creations · 3 years

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Choking on Your Hubris

Raz knows he's cursed. He's experienced that hand reaching up to swipe at him enough time to know he's cursed. To bad Norma doesn't believe him and his own stubbornness lands him in a familiar situation.

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Fandom: Psychonauts Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: Nothing major Warnings: Discussion of almost drowning, Quick rescue, Almost losing someone, First work for this Fandom, a ‘what if’ situation.

Idea comes from InkayInks Prompt List.

“How stupid do you think we are?”

Norma’s question cut through the conversation easily. Raz, who had been talking about his family to the other interns, stopped short. Turning to face the pyrokinesis specialist. Who was looking back with a raised brow.

“What?” The ten-year-old asked.

“There are no such things as curses. Psychics have better things to do than to play ‘fortune tellers’. And you know that manipulating someone’s mind is wrong, but that doesn’t make them cursed either. I don’t know why your father poisoned your mind with-”

“He didn’t!” Raz quickly argued back, “He wouldn’t and I’m telling the truth! If I get too close to water, this weird hand thing comes out to try to grab me and pulls me into the water.”

“Yeah...it hurts me to say this, but I’m with Norma on this,” Lizzie said slowly, “It just sounds...weird.”

Adam nodded in agreement as he folded his arms. “Never in my years of research have I ever heard of anything like this. Not curses, no nothing.”

“Are you kidding me? You all were in agreement when I was telling the story.” Raz complained.

“Yeah, before Norma sunk some sense into us,” Gisu replied, “Sorry Raz. It was a good story though.”

“It’s not a story! I’m telling you, I’ll drown by a weird hand if I get anywhere near water!”

Norma stood at that. Towering over Raz as she started him down. “Prove it.”

“W-What?”

“You’re really adamant about this. Show us this so-called ‘curse’.”

“You want me to die?”

“No, I want to see this mysterious hand. Don’t worry your baby head. I’ll make sure you’re safe and step in if it’s too much for you.”

Raz swallowed weakly, biting his bottom lip as he surveyed the room. None of the interns seemed to be willing to come to his rescue. Some even looked curious as well. Eyes flitted back up to Norma. Who’s all knowing smirk only seemed to grow, which only made Raz’s anger out grow his fear.

“Fine.” Said anger he had felt slowly disappeared as they neared the edge of the nearby lake. The murky water rippled innocently as the teens (and child) arrived.

“I thought,” Raz's voice cracked, “we were going to the pool?”

“I told you, you’ll be fine. Besides, where we go shouldn’t matter. Water is water after all. Now, why don’t you go show us your ‘curse’.” Norma said coolly.

“But, what if-”

“Did you lie to us Raz?” Norma’s face changed into false hurt. A hand resting on her chest for dramatic effect. “That’s rude, to lie to your fellow interns.”

Raz felt sick with fear. He didn't want to get anywhere near the murky water. But, he also wanted to prove he wasn’t lying. He tugged at his sleeve, cautiously making his way towards the water. Heart hammering as he stood mere inches from his possibly watery death.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Norma’s voice broke through the mental panic.

“What?” Raz squeaked out.

“You said you have to be in the water?”

“...Y-Yeah, or at least c-close to it.”

“Well, get on with it then. Unless you were lying and are afraid of being found to be a liar?”

“I’m not lying!”

“You sure are taking your sweet time with this.”

“You would too if this was a life or death situation!”

“Please, don’t be such a drama queen. Just admit you’re lying and we’ll go back inside.”

“Why don’t you just-”

Raz’s reply was cut off, feeling the familiar icy chill constrict his chest. There was a second of seeing the looks of shock and fear of the other interns before his vision turned watery. Arms trapped at his sides, Raz kicked furiously trying to break away. Only for more hands to reach up to hold him further. His last breath of air escaped his lungs and bubbled up to the surface. The light soon faded as he sank lower and consciousness slipped away…

It was like the back of head had been stabbed by a knife made of ice.

Sasha struggled to remain upright. Hand reached out frantically, knocking over some equipment, as he found a perch on the nearby table. The sudden mental shock to the system sent him reeling.

In one second he was being bombarded with emotions of absolute fear and anger, a mental vision of water, and a small cry of ‘Help...me…’.

The next he was teleporting to the lakeside. Finding the group of interns standing by the water’s edge. All pale and scared. Except...one was missing.

“Where is he.” Sasha demanded. Sam merely pointed towards the water.

Wasting no time, the agent dove in. The water was frigid, stinging his exposed skin. It was also difficult to see through it. Dark and filled with debris. He swam downwards as quickly as he could. Trying not to think that Raz might not have been pulled directly straight down. That the child could be anywhere down there. A few seconds in passing was all it took to lose someone.

It was a short moment of relief when Sasha finally spotted Raz. Only for the worry to grow once again seeing the child was passed out. No bubbles leaving him and his skin sickly pale against the dark water. What looked like hands were wrapped around Raz’s lower body, only the head and shoulders seen.

Sasha wasted no time in blasting those hands away. Raz’s form slowed in the descent towards the dirt bottom. The agent moved quickly, grabbing the limp form before the hands could again. With the unmoving body tucked close to his chest, Sasha launched himself upwards to the surface. He gasped for air as he broke the surface. Landing easily on the edge. Ignoring the voices of the worried interns as he laid Raz down. Who was still unmoving.

“Sir-”

“Get Milla and Hollis, now.”

Norma nodded quickly and rushed off.

Sasha tilted Raz’s head back, mouth open, and he started CPR. He tried not to show panic as the seconds passed and Raz didn’t stir. Tried to keep his hands steady as all he could think was how cold the child was. Tried to remain calm as nothing changed and Sasha was sure he was about to lose…

“Darling.” Milla had arrived. Kneeling on the other side of the child, looking terrified.

“He’s not responding.” Sasha said weakly.

“We need to get the water out.”

“I know-”

“Psychically.” Sasha couldn’t argue as his chin was tilted up. Forehead pressed against Milla’s, whose eyes were already closed in concentration. “Focus…”

Letting his shoulders slump, Sasah gave what he could to help. It was difficult at first to find what they were looking for. Sasha was still internally panicking and had to be pulled back by Milla more than once. Only then could they find the unwanted water blocking Raz’s airway. Even so, it was difficult to move the water out. Finding the correct pathway out and not disturbing anything else.

It was a tense few seconds before the water was finally pushed out. Escaping from Raz’s mouth and now hovering as a ball above the violently coughing and gasping child.

“Easy darling, easy.” Milla placed a hand on Raz’s forehead. Trying to calm the frantic child as Sasha tossed the water back into the lake.

“M...M-Milla?”

“Hush Raz, just catch your breath…”

“What is going on here!” Hollis, with Norma in tow, came storming over. Fear hidden by a look of anger.

Sasha replied with, “Raz was drowning. We were just now able to revive him.”

“Take him to medbay and get him out of those wet clothes. We don’t need him getting a head cold after all of this.”

Milla, with Raz resting in her arms, and Sasha returned to the Motherlobe. Hollis turned to the group of interns. Who all shrunk at the hard eye they were given. “I need someone to tell me why the youngest out of all of you was just rescued from drowning.”

Sam broke. “So Raz was telling us about his life and family and he said that they had all been cursed to drown if they were near water. We didn’t believe him, especially when Norma pointed out how strange it was. But Raz was really insistent and so Norma told him to prove it and he technically did! Just...I didn’t think it would be so scary…”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you all deliberately pushed someone, a fellow intern, into a dangerous stunt. Almost killing him?”

“But...Norma-”

“None of you stopped Raz or called out Norma’s behavior. You’re all training to become Psychonauts. But this behavior makes me question if you all are even ready for this level. Your job is to help people, not push them into dangerous situations! If you can’t treat those who are supposed to be your teammates with respect, what about those you’re supposed to be helping.”

That caused all heads to drop in defeat.

“We...should apologize…” Morris offered.

“No, you are not, not right now. You all are going to be scrubbing the inter living quarters. Which you will be spending the next two months. Yes, away from your private quarters. Don’t give me that look, Lizzie. After that, I want a 20,000 word essay about why this was bad and why you won’t be doing this again. Then you will be baking cookies to be delivered to all in the Motherlobe. Finally, you will all have 200 extra hours of training. And then we’ll see if Raz has anything to say about this. ...If he makes it through this.”

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It was all a blur. Raz was aware he was out of the water (he could breathe again). But he was now freezing, trying to catch his breath, and exhausted. He knew he was being carried by Milla, Sasha nearby, and both were giving off waves of fear.

His vision was unfocused, a ringing in his ear and his hearing muffled, limbs were heavy. Raz let out a small groan as he suddenly shifted. Shivering weakly at losing the warmth that Milla had been given. Someone lifted his helmet off, rubbing a towel over his dripping hair. Letting out a yelp when his jacket and sweater were removed.

“It’s alright Raz, it’s just me.” Sasha’s voice sounded in the younger’s head.

Soon enough, Raz was dressed in dry sleepwear, wrapped in a thick blanket, laying against someone. He assumed it was Sasha. But he wasn’t quite sure.

He winced again when another hand touched his forehead.

“Just the doctor, you’re safe Razputin.”

An overall check resulted in low body temperature, damaged throat, and no doubt on the road to getting a cold. But, at least he wasn’t dead. Hours passed, nightfall arriving before Raz felt somewhat normal. Surprised that Sasha and Milla had remained the entire time, even after Raz was able to sit up on his own.

“Don’t you both have work to do? What about the mission?” Raz asked, his voice quiet. His throat was killing him.

“We can keep an eye on you and work at the same time,” Sasha replied, “We’re quite skillful in multi-tasking.”

“Unless you want us to leave?” Milla asked. To which Raz shook his head. “Then we’ll stay for as long as you want.”

The child smiled weakly at that. Eyes slowly closing as he felt sleep pull at him. Sinking into the overly cushioned bed and pillow, warmth flowing through him and contained by the thick blanket. A kiss was gently placed on his head while a hand gently rubbed the back of his hand.

“Sleep well darling.”

“Get some rest, Razputin.”

The predicted cold arrived hard and heavy. Raz’s throat remained sore, but had a clogged nose and pounding headache added along with it. His days were filled with medicine, soup, and sleep. Lili stopped by as many times as she could.

“First my dad’s sick. Then you’re sick after you almost died. Can things please stop falling apart around me?” She sighed softly. Holding out another spoonful of soup for Raz.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He croaked out.

“Just keep away from the water. And stop listening to those idiot interns.”

“Deal.”

A week and a half later had passed before Raz could leave the medical ward. And only after Hollis, Sasha and Milla agreed that he looked well enough to do so. He was nervous about returning to the working world, being around the interns again. Not sure if he was mentally ready to face them all again. Even if he had Sasha saying to call him if the teens tried anything again.

Raz stopped outside the door marking the intern living quarters. Allowing himself a few seconds to collect his thoughts before pushing his way in. He froze in the doorway as five pairs of eyes snapped up to him. Raz not realizing he would be seeing the interns so quickly, believing they’d be hiding away in their personal rooms. The tense situation broke when Sam pushed away from her marked desk.

“Raz! We didn’t kill you!” She rushed over, instantly pulling the younger into a tight hug.

“C-Can’t...breath…”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Good to see you up and going again.” said Adam, patting Raz’s shoulder as he was released.

“Thanks...I wasn’t expecting to see you all in here.”

“We’re on house arrest...sort of intern arrest?” Morris hummed softly.

Gisu rolled her eyes. “What Morris is trying to say is that Hollis gave us a pretty heavy punishment. Not like we don’t deserve it, mind you.”

“No kidding,” Lizzie added, “Seriously, nothing freaked me out more than seeing you...go under. Are you okay?”

Raz shrugged. “I mean, I’m still here. But I’m still on bed duty for a while. Where’s...um, where’s Norma?”

“Out on the balcony. Brooding.”

“...Is she still upset?”

“At you? No. She’s being hard on herself, as usual.”

“Sorry to break this up, but we should be getting back to work. I don’t want to be under house arrest any longer than I need to.” Morris was the first one to pull away. With the rest following to get back to their desks.

Raz passed by them and out onto the balcony. Where he found Norma, as Lizzie said he would. The small table nearby was covered with numerous scribbled papers, a half finished cup of tea holding down a small pile of them. The intern herself was staring off into the sunset.

“Uh, hi Norma.” Raz said weakly.

She casually looked over before returning her attention towards the horizon. “Good to see you’re alive.”

“Uh, yeah, sure am. Just...wanted to come out and say hi.”

“Well, you’ve done it. So...bravo for you.”

Raz’s shoulders fell in defeat. “Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Raz, wait.” Norma gave a heavy sigh before facing the younger again. “Look, I’m… I am sorry. I still don’t think you’re cured.”

“But-”

“I know, I saw what happened. But curses don’t exist, so I’m not fully sure what happened. However, that’s not the point of this. What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for pushing you so far.”

“...You just wanted to see what would happen.”

“That’s not an excuse. You were clearly distressed and you almost died. I don’t know what’s going on. But that shouldn’t cause you to almost lose your life. I need to think about my actions and the outcome for those.”

With that, Norma faced the sky once more and said nothing. Raz took that as the conversation was over and that he needed to leave. So, he did. Walking back into the living quarters and greeted more warmly by the other interns. Laying down on his marked bed, he felt a comforting pulse come from Sasha and Milla. For now, it was fine. Raz just wondered how long that would last with this group.

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cardiophileanonymous · 3 years

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Short Thorquill Drabble: Clear!

AU where the guardians take one Electro, someone with electric powers similar to Thor. He is an alien race considered gods like asgardians. I know he’s a goofy Spider-Man villain but I couldn’t find many other electric villains in the marvel universe lol so just roll with it.

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“Ha,” Electro quietly laughed. “A GOD of thunder? You’re barely even a child, let alone a deity!”

Thor was backed up to a corner, well, more of a cliff. Quill looked up, frantically waving his arms to get the attention of the men above him.

“Thor!” His shouts fell on deaf ears as the blonde man was too busy focusing on his opponent to notice. He glanced at a broken statue before him. “Rocket, what are these statues made of?”

Rocket shrugged.

“I dunno, silver maybe? But that doesn’t matter right now!”

Without explaining himself, Quill grabbed a long stick like piece that had broken off.

“Hey asshole!” The villain looked down. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you! If you really have such amazing lightning powers, why’ve I never seen you use em?!” He lifted up the long rod as if it was a sword.

Rocket’s jaw dropped in fear. He was pretty sure he had a good idea of what he was planning, and Peter had done far more stupid things in the past. He still whispered to him, determined to say his piece and not let his friend at least know what a suicide mission this was.

“Quill, are you crazy?! Silver is the most conductive metal in existence!”

Instead of backing down, the man stood up straighter.

“At least Thor shows his ‘pathetic’ powers! You haven’t! That’s cuz’ you’re not nearly as good as him!”

Thor shook his head.

“Quill-”

The villain finished his sentence.

“I have no need to prove myself to you or any other mortal!”

Quill shrugged and began to speak in a condescending, taunting manner.

“Then, go ahead! Strike me down, Zeus!” The villain turned his attention back to Thor, but he still looked down in the corner of his eye. The human smiled, a nervous smile from fear. He had to get his attention back quick, else Thor would be toast. “YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALL-”

With that, the villain turned, throwing a full speed lightning bolt at Quill. He jumped up from the electrocution immediately.

“QUILL!”

The call came from both Rocket and Thor. Rocket was almost frozen with fear. Meanwhile, Thor has the opposite reaction, taking his large battle axe and swiping along Electro’s feet with the long handle, causing him to fall on his side.

...

Rocket wasn’t sure what he should be doing, but dammit, he was gonna do his best. He had been trying chest compressions for the past few minutes, but with his smaller size he wasn’t sure if he was getting it done properly. Thor ran up to them.

“Rabbit! Is Quill-”

“I am Groot!”

Rocket lifted his head.

“I’m tryin, alright?! Listen, there’s still a pulse!”

Thor perked up.

“There is?!”

“Yeah but it’s way too slow and irregular! I’m trying to get it back to normal, but…”

Thor suddenly got an idea. He nudged Groot out of the way and kneeled down next to Rocket, in front of Quill.

“I have an idea. I saw something back on Earth. I think I can help.”

He shooed him away and opened up Peter’s jacket before ripping off his shirt. He put his hands on his chest. Rocket couldn’t help but keep butting in through the whole thing.

“Wait, what what? What are you doing?”

Thor gave a clear warning.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

He didn’t know how much was too much. Or too little for that matter. He focused, putting a small electric surge through Peter’s body. His chest convulsed up involuntarily before lying still again. Rocket jumped up, yapping uncontrollably.

“What are you doing, trying to kill him faster?!”

“What is his pulse now?”

Rocket brought his paw up to Quill’s neck to check. He gave Thor an odd look.

“...better than before.” He quickly started chest compressions again. “But still not good enough. His heart’s all outta whack.”

Thor looked to the side. After a few more moments of chest compressions, he brought his hands back down again.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

He did a similar shock this time. He tried to amp it up a little bit more, just enough so he wouldn’t hurt him and return his heart to his normal rhythm. The body jumped up before falling again. Rocket monitored Peter’s pulse again before returning to chest compressions.

“Better, but it’s still, irregular, dammit!”

Thor put a hand to Peter’s wrist while Rocket continued on with his attempt at cpr. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was irregular. The odd thumping sent a chill up his spine. Still, it seemed to get slightly better with Rocket continuing to do what he was doing.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

Thor sent another surge of electricity, raising the power up again this time. But this would be the most powerful he was willing to do. Any more, and he was positive he’d be hurting him far more than helping.

Rocket continued with chest compressions. His heart rate was better, but not by much. Thor was beginning to get worried.

“Stand back, Rabbit.”

Another surge. Quill’s whole body convulsed. Rocket shook his head, frantically pushing his chest at a consistent rate.

“A big lightning bolt did this, why can’t a big lightning bolt put it back?!”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

“I know it doesn’t work like that! But…” Rocket began to get tired. He looked down, scared that Quill would never come to. “...but I wish it did.” He slowed down, and slowly came to a stop, before kneeling down. He looked like he was genuinely going to cry. Thor sighed, recalling all the previous friends he’d seen die in battle. He didn’t want this to be another one of those memories.

“Stand back, Rabbit. I’m going to try this one more time.”

He sent one more surge of electricity, hopeful that this time, Quill would open his eyes. After his body stiffened then returned to a relaxed state, Thor took a keen look at his face. He didn’t move an inch. The god finally looked down in defeat. His eyes turned to Rocket and Groot, who were already partially mourning. They would no doubt carry him back to the ship, and subsequently to a hospital, but the ship wouldn’t be there for another fifteen minutes. By then it’d likely be far too late.

Suddenly, Peter stirred. He groaned a little before sitting up. He looked at everyone.

“What… happened…?”

Rocket started laughing hysterically, something he was doing to stop himself from crying. It was a very sad laugh as a result.

“YOU GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING, YOU IDIOT!”

Suddenly, Quill’s memories started coming back to him. That’s right! He had pissed Electro off enough into zapping him. But that was strange, because the shock he got from him seemed like it happened ages ago. And he could’ve sworn he came to a couple times from a different kind of electricity.

“But… I thought I just felt zapping.” He looked down and noticed his clothes. “And what happened to my shirt? Was this all from the electric shock?”

Thor lifted his head up in pride.

“I just used my powers to send a large electric current through your heart!”

Quill looked at him with a confused smile before frowning with an open mouth.

“You WHAT?”

“It’s like a technology they have on Earth. A ‘defibrillator’. It puts your heart back to a ‘normal rhythm’.”

Rocket shrugged.

“I mean, it did do that. Your heart rate was waaay worse before Thor started zappin’ ya.”

Quill was speechless. Of course, the first thing going through his mind was holy shit this idiot could’ve just fried me a million times over right now and I could’ve been long dead, did he even know what he was doing?! But then he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. He wasn’t dead. Yeah, he was more than worse for wear, but that’s to be expected of someone who just got struck by powerful electricity. In fact, if Thor hadn’t gotten the idea to use his own hands to revive him, was it possible he could’ve died?

…

Later that night, Thor hung by the bar, laughing and joking with Drax and Rocket, as he usually did. This time, Peter joined them, and waited patiently for when Rocket and Drax decided to leave. He decided that after the other two were gone would finally be the time he’d swallow his pride. He knew he needed to say some sort of thank you. Not because of another crew mate telling him to or because his hand was forced. But out of genuine appreciation.

After Drax had left, Peter made a couple facial expressions at Rocket. The two had known each other well enough at this point that they were capable of having conversations without a single word. He indicated that he wanted to be alone with Thor and Rocket respectfully nodded and left the room. Once it was just the two of them sitting at the bar table, Peter finally cleared his throat.

“Thor.”

The god nodded.

“I guess… I just wanted to say… thank you.”

Thor seemed confused.

“Thank you?”

“Yes. For the whole shocking me, back to life, or whatever.”

“What? I should be thanking you!”

Peter turned his head to the side.

“Huh?”

“Yeah! If it weren’t for you distracting him, I’d have been finished!”

Quill’s confusion quickly turned into pride.

“Yeah…! You’re right!” He laughed, but his pride was shaky, and didn’t stay for long. After being face to face with death, again, now didn’t feel like the time to soak in praise unnecessarily. “...seriously though. Look, I know we don’t really get along, so the fact you saved me is just…” He couldn’t really convey the words, so he just reiterated his original point. “Thank you.”

Thor shrugged.

“Why shouldn’t I have? I feel I have been at your ire for no reason yet you risked your life for me in the first place.”

Quill felt like all his mental functions stopped for a moment as he registered what he was just told.

“Did I?”

“Well, what was that whole display?” Thor chuckled as he raised his bottle in the air, quoting Quill right before he got struck by lightning. “Come on, strike me down, Zeus!” He laughed at the previous sentence. “That line is actually pretty funny, since you turned out alive from this whole ordeal.”

Quill unconsciously started nodding.

“Yeah. I guess that is a funny line.”

He started to ponder, why did he do it? In his eyes, Thor was an annoying, rambunctious barbarian. He was always waiting for the day Thor would get off the ship, a day that never really came. Perhaps it was because he didn’t make a good first impression, maybe it was because he saw him as a rival for leadership. But despite all of that, there was no way in hell he deserved to die, so his heroism probably kicked in before any sort of jealousy or bitterness. Sure, literally asking to get struck by lightning was a less than eloquent way of going about saving him. But it was the best he could come up with in the heat of the moment. He snapped back to reality when Thor handed him a beer.

“How is your heart feeling?”

Peter grabbed the beer and looked him in the eyes, confused.

“Um, normal?”

“Well, what’s your heart rate?”

“Normal, I guess…? Like I don’t feel any different, so-”

Thor rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his wrist without question. After a few seconds, he nodded and smiled.

“It’s normal.”

Peter did his best not to move his hand back out of instinct. Was just randomly grabbing people’s wrists to check on their pulses a common thing among asgardians, or was this man just incredibly weird? Instead of saying anything, he tried his best to laugh it off.

“Well, that’s good.”

He swore he could still feel Thor’s fingers on his pulse long after he finally retracted his hand. It was a strange phantom touch that remained. It annoyed him a little bit, but at the same time, it was oddly… comforting? He took a few sips of his beer as Thor went to bed and he pondered when he ought to do the same.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Emergency! Part 1

Part 1 – Plane Crash

Summary: Dean and Cas are partners at Fire Station 51’s paramedic squad and are responding to their first of many. A plane crashes into an apartment complex, multiple fire stations respond to put out the fire and rescue any victims trapped. But RN, Y/N Y/L/N, happens to live in the very complex involved in the plane crash. Though unharmed, she commits her time to aid and assist in the victims coming out of the building and the plane. The rescue turns sideways on Dean when a beam drops onto Dean, damaging his oxygen tank, he quickly turns into a victim as he quickly succumbs to smoke inhalation and becomes Y/N’s patient.

Warnings: Mild angst (relationship), slight language, fluff?

Square: Firefighter!AU ( @supernatural-jackles Tell me a story Bingo)

Word Count: 1,784

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A/N: DOA = Dead on Arrival. Y/L/N = Your last name. But I hope you guys enjoy!

She got up at her usual time of 5am to be at the hospital by 6:30am.

Not much of a coffee drinker, she just got her a mug filling up with soda, the soda being her caffeine for the day.

She got into her scrubs, grabbing her nametag, pens and her personal notepad.

Ready to hit the road before traffic begins to pick up on the freeway in Los Angeles, she grabs her wallet, phone and keys she locks up to leave for her day at work as a Registered Nurse at Rampart emergency hospital.

Just as she got to the street to her car, there was a loud noise growing louder. She looked in the direction of the noise to see a plane, crash landing into her own apartment complex.

Ducking beside her car at the impact of the plane she was also thankful for her timing.

Quickly she dials 9-1-1.

Dean got up at his usual time of 4 in the morning to begin his 24-hour shift at the station.

Dean is a paramedic and squad member at station 51.

He pulled his truck into the parking lot, still trying to wake up.

His partner was already there.

“Cas, do you ever sleep man?” Dean asked.

“Slept on the couch again.”

“Are you and Hannah okay?”

“No, we had a big fight again last night. I don’t know what I can do for her anymore.” Cas says, defeated.

“Just end things man, you need sleep, and you need some peace of mind. I got room at my house for a roommate if you need a place.”

“Thanks Dean, but I already had plans of ending things with Hannah, last night was just the nail in the coffin of yet another failed relationship.”

“She failed it man, you did nothing wrong.” Dean encouraged.

“Thanks man.”

Dean offered a kind smile and a pat on Cas’s shoulder.

“Ready for another long shift?” Cas asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my dad here yet?”

“Yeah, he’s in the office why?”

“Wonder if he got the invite to Sam and Jess’s wedding.”

“Bought damn time that kid popped the question honestly.”

“I know, he and Jess dated for what seemed like forever.”

“You really think they’re still sore at each other, I mean John of all people should know he can’t control what his kids want to do.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, that’s why I was gonna ask if he got it.”

Cas nods.

“I saw you put in for a three-day weekend, what’s going on?”

“Just wanting to take a trip out to the campgrounds outside of town to the family cabin, Dad says the deck could use some work and I was gonna kill two birds with one stone. Camp out and help dad fix up the deck.”

“That sounds cool.”

The fire stations alarm sounded.

“Truck 27, squad 27, engine 47, squad 47, Engine 51, squad 51, structure fire at Purgatory Apartments 1366 south Millard Ave.”

“Lots of trucks and engines responding, must be big.” Cas states. Jumping into action.

“Must be.” Dean says running to the squad truck, jumping into the driver seat, Cas jumping into the passenger.

Dean turned the keys in the ignition, roaring the Ford Truck to life, and turning on the lights and siren. Heading out onto the road, with the firetruck, Engine 51 following behind.

“This is RN Y/N Y/L/N, I have multiple victims at 1366 Millard Ave. A plane crashed. 3 already DOA, I need help right away.” She says into the phone.

“We’re working on it; we already have multiple firestations responding to your location. Just keep aiding in the victims as best as you can Ms. Y/L/N.” dispatch for 9-1-1 says.

She continued chest compressions on a victim and did 2 rescue breaths. And checked his pulse, still no change.

She sat her phone off of her shoulder and on the ground, so she could focus on reviving the victim.

One more attempt at cpr, she checks his pulse, still no change. Placing his hands over his chest, she says a silent prayer.

“I’m sorry.” She tells the people watching over her as she worked.

“Where is your help?” a lady asked furiously.

“They’re on the way, LA Is a large ass city, and you know how traffic is in this town.” She says.

She was already frustrated with the losses she didn’t need an attitude from anyone.

The sound of wailing sirens in the distance brought relieve to the nurse as she worked tirelessly on the victims.

Engine and squad 27 and 47 being the first on the scene.

“There are people trapped in the buildings, and there were about 45 passengers on this flight. 4 are DOA so far.” Y/N stated to the captain of the two fire stations as they approached her.

“Alright, I’ll send my guys in.” Captain of station 27 stated.

“I’ll let the other stations as they come in to assist.” Captain of station 47 stated.

Another fire engine’s siren wailed as it approached.

The men jumping into action.

“Winchester!” the captain of station 47 shouts as he approached engine 51.

“What do we got?”

“Unknown number of victims trapped in the complex, 45 passengers or so from the plane. 4 of them were DOA. Oh, and she’s a nurse, thought I’d mention that she could help us out.”

“Right,” John Winchester, captain of station 51 agreed.

“Alright guys, we got to work fast, there are people trapped in these two buildings, we need to clear them out. Tran, get the engine ready so we can use the hose. Gabe, and Michael, work on the fire with the other stations, Benny, Raph, and Charlie, aide the paramedics, either from 27, 47 or Dean and Cas, we need to save as many as we can, alright?”

“Yes sir.”

“Get to it.”

Everyone went to where they were instructed to. Dean and Cas got their equipment from their truck and went into one of the buildings, full fire fighter gear.

“Dean!” John called out.

Dean stops, giving John his attention.

“Be safe in there son.”

“I will dad. Don’t worry.” He says, running in.

There were a good handful of people able to move and get to safety on their own, and another handful Dean and Cas had to carry out of the building.

One woman, sprained ankle from trying to escape hastily, as Cas carried her out she nearly flew out of the man’s arms.

“My daughter, she’s in her room!” she cries out.

“I’ll get her, Cas, get her out of here.”

Cas nods, doing as told.

Dean inspected the rooms, finding a seven-year-old girl, hiding beside her bed covered in a wet blanket.

“Hey, I’m Dean, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

The girls nods.

Dean kept a protective arm around her as they exited her room.

A beam creaked, and gave way above Dean, hitting his back.

He heard a loud pop, like a large pop can exploding.

He found it hard to breathe through his oxygen mask.

Taking off his mask and tank he saw rupture in his tank.

“Shit.” He hissed.

His lungs were quickly taken over by the smoke, he started coughing immediately.

He noticed the girl was already gone.

He tried to get up to hurry and save himself but he felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg.

He looked behind him, he saw the beam pinning him down by his leg.

Overcome by the coughing, his world began to turn black.

Y/N finished placing a splint on the womans ankle when a child ran up to her and the group of firemen.

“Jamie! Baby!” her mother cried out, holding her arms out to her daughter.

“Mommy!” she cried.

“Where’s Dean?” Cas asked.

“A beam fell down and knocked him down. He’s stuck.” She says.

Without another word exchanged Cas took off to the apartment they rescued the woman.

The fire was slowly getting under control and it was easier to see inside the apartments. Cas was able to spot Dean out in the apartment easily.

He laid on his stomach, still and unmoving. Cas can see the beam pinning against Dean’s thigh.

He saw the beam was not supporting much of anything. He ran out, seeing Michael carrying an axe.

“Mikey, I need that!” Cas shouted.

“What’s up?”

“Dean’s stuck.”

Michael ran towards Cas and he saw Dean, inspected the beam. Saw the same as Cas, the beam not being much of importance to the structure, he begins working on breaking the beam in half.

The wood was badly damaged by the fire, he was able to break it in three strong hits.

Once he was free, Cas picked Dean up and carried him out over his shoulder fireman carry style.

Once he reached the nurse, she prepared an area she could work on Dean.

“Is he breathing?”

“He didn’t have his mask on, the tank was damaged.” Cas answered.

“More than likely smoke inhalation, lay him here and I’ll start working on him.

He did as told, laying him flat on his back.

She checked his pulse, and breathing, matching up to the fireman’s statements. And began chest compressions.

After 35 chest compressions she gave 2 rescue breaths. And checked his breathing, he’s breathing but it was shallow.

She placed on an oxygen mask over his mouth.

After ten minutes or so of the mask being on him, he began having a coughing fit as the air returned back to his lungs.

“He’s gonna be okay but we need to get him to the hospital, need to check out that leg.” Y/N said.

The men and women of station 51 nodded, agreeing with the nurse.

Later that night as she made her rounds, she walked into Dean’s room.

“Good evening Mr. Winchester, how are you feeling today?”

“Sore.”

“That’s expected having a beam pin your leg down, and the smoke inhalation.”

“You saved my life, thank you, Miss….”

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. And it’s no big deal, all part of the job.”

“Right, saving people.”

“The family business.”

“You’re family work here?”

“Yeah, my mom was head nurse at this very hospital, and my dad was a neurologist here. I was basically born and raised here.”

“Nice, my dad’s captain of station 51.”

“Awesome. But other than that, no pain at the moment, you don’t need anything?”

“No, just a number.”

She smirked, with a nod.

Writing on her notepad, her number. She ripped the paper out, handing it to him.

“Call me sometime, Winchester.”

He held the paper, unable to hide the wide grin.

“Definitely will.” He says as she walks out, continuing her shift.

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allmightluver · 3 years

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Curious about the details to try and figure out, but oh well. Did he maybe eat something poisonous? Does he go outside? Could the leg injury have gotten infected and you didn’t notice or the vet didn’t clean properly?

Ah, I can go into greater detail, but I’ll do so below the cut in case people don’t want to know. This…will be graphic, so fair warning.

About a month ago he injured his leg, in that he tore his acl as well as collateral ligaments, there was no visible injury. This resulted in the leg being useless. We had options to fix it surgically, but we don’t know anyone that can for sure do it around our area, plus given his age (just turned 11 three days after the injury) there was more risk with anesthesia as well as the impact on his body. The other option was to give him time to see how he does, and if he can heal.

We decided to try and see how he did, while giving him joint supplements to help in addition. We kept him separate from the family, dogs, and anything he could try to jump on, jump off, play too hard with for about 3 weeks. He started putting pressure on the leg, so it looked like he was slowly improving. The leg still couldn’t support his weight at all, but he was trying more than before.

We let him out to see how things went, and he did really well. He was happy to be out and back with the family (of course we visited him but he was used to being with us 24/7). So he’s been healing the past couple weeks, and putting even more weight on that leg.

This past weekend we were going on a vacation for my birthday, like we usually do. I didn’t want to leave him home, so I brought him to the boarding facility where my dogs were going. The boarding place is attached to a vet clinic. I work at a vet clinic as a receptionist, and our company used to own this one, so I know the facility and staff well, and they know my animals. Things went fine per the staff, and he seemed fine when we picked him up.

We were home for a few hours, and he still seemed normal. I had unpacked and taken a shower, and was just settling down for the night. He jumped up on the couch to come and see me. I was absently petting him while watching tv. And then from there… I don’t know.

It looked like in my peripheral vision like he leaned back and tried to catch himself on the bad leg, which obviously gave way under his weight. I wasn’t quick enough to catch him, and he fell off the couch, onto the dog, and then rolled onto the ground. I jumped up to get him and soothe him, he was still alert at what just happened.

And then he flopped over on his side. Stretched his body in a contorting way that I can only describe as some sort of seizure, screamed this god awful noise that’ll never leave my head, and seemed like he was choking for air. His eyes were open, but it didn’t seem like he was “there”. I tried to clear his airway, but it didn’t seem like he was breathing, and I couldn’t feel his pulse. I tried cpr (even though I really didn’t have much idea of what I was doing). I tried mouth to mouth/nose.

For a second he made a noise that gave me hope he was coming around. And then I looked at his eyes and saw them dilate. His gums and skin turned blue, and he stopped everything. I kept trying to revive him, thinking to myself that what I’m seeing can’t be real, he was just fine a second ago, but I’ve seen enough at work to know when an animal is gone.

I eventually gave up, completely in shock. And then broke down. I was distraught and inconsolable. We let the dogs see him, because they were whining and worried about him when he started acting strange. Brandy cried and cried, pawed at him, nuzzled him, licked him, even tried to nibble him to try and jolt him awake. She got more and more distressed when nothing worked. Shadow whined, kissed him all over, gave him a bath and cleaned his ears like he always does, and then just laid down beside him.

Handing him over to be buried was so hard. And harder when the dogs followed the box, because they wanted to know where their kitty was going. They knew it was him in the hole we dug, and became more distraught when we started burying him. They keep going out afterwards and smelling the overturned dirt, like they’re waiting for him and don’t understand why he isn’t coming back. Brandy has been known to try and uncover her friends as we bury them, trying to help them.

I’m just. Sick. I’m still in shock and denial that he isn’t going to answer me when I call for him like he always does. I can’t fathom what happened. I can’t think of anything we did wrong.

I talked to the vet today, and described what happened. She thinks maybe a stroke, but I think she’s leaning more towards an aneurysm. Said there was nothing I did wrong, and nothing I could have done differently. But. I just struggle to accept that.

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boneswriteswords · 4 years

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The Lost Boys - Reincarnated Mate

A/N:This was a selfish thing. Its unbeta’d because we die like men here. I hate my writing like always and I struggled but I tried my best.

I head canon that no two vampire mate-bonds are the same and that they exist even if they aren’t vampires. They just can’t be sensed outside of the vampirism. I gave each boy a different way that they sense the mate-bond and their mate based loosely off soulmate AUS that I am obsessed with.

Enjoy.

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David:

It was early in the night when he felt it. The pull - the tight and incessant pull from inside him - was active for the first time in ages, jerking him from his phantom state of being.

David fled the cave, following the pull, allowing it wash over him. The moon winked at him as he made his way to the boardwalk. If he had a heart, it would be thumping. He could feel his boys following him, their concern palpable, but he paid them no mind, determined to wrap his arms around you again.

He remembers the last time he saw you, before Max decided you weren’t welcome in the family. He had fed from you, his teeth sinking in your neck as he thrust inside of you, your blood the strongest aphrodisiac. You had arched so prettily, squeezing around his cock like a vice as he drank you down. He had licked at your wound, sliding his arms under your back to pull you that much closer as he dragged his lips up to meet yours.

David hadn’t been able to stop himself, murmuring words of love into your mouth. The mortifying ordeal of being known had long passed. He threatened forever. You were his. He was yours. Mates, meant to be, tied in this life and the next, and he would turn you. Twisted wedding vows that dripped like honey.

You had kissed along his face and promised that you loved him, wanted him always.

David shivered as he remembered how you drank from him. How he sliced his arms and chest to give you his blood and how you didn’t waste a drop. You had smiled like the sun was coming out from behind your eyes, his blood on your lips and dripping down your neck and he remembers how he had never seen something so beautiful. His mate. His.

He had planned to take you hunting the following night to complete your transformation. He bundled you up in the room where he and his brothers slept and then fell into the sun-sleep with a smile.

You were gone when he woke up. He felt hollow, the mate-bond fizzling under his skin. He knew you were dead. Paul had found your body and Dwayne had held him down when Max came by to scold him for falling in love with his food. He remembers starving, unable to hunt through his grief. Marko spent months bringing food back to their dwelling, dripping the blood over his mouth so he could be sustained. Time passed. He had gotten stronger. He had overcome. He missed you every single night, a soul deep tiredness that he couldn’t shake settling on the slope of his shoulders. He had waited for a sign that it wasn’t over. That you would be back. Max had once said that reincarnation happened sometimes, especially with the supernatural so he had never lost the hope that you and he would be together again.

And seeing you on the boardwalk, looking more stunning than he remembers, he feels like he’s come home.

Almost as if you can feel the pull too, you turned to him as he approached and smiled at him.

He couldn’t help but smile back.

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Marko:

Marko would forever be grateful to David. He had brought him into the life, had found him frozen in the alley between nameless streets clutching a bottle of medicine he had swiped, and had given him a chance to survive. He gave him a taste of a life that was beyond starvation and fighting for territory.

David had offered the same for you, once he felt you along the lines of Marko’s thoughts. The power residing inside you and Marko was strong and he knew that Max would be annoyed. Max didn’t like when David made friends.

Especially if those friends were a bonded pair that would not be influenced by him.

But you had been too weak to drink. In the pitiful, run-down shack you and Marko called home, David watched as his new brother pleaded with you.

“See baby doll? We were always meant to be. We need to go back and show them that they were wrong about us. You can’t leave me now. Please don’t leave me now.” Marko had begged as he held you to him, the cold of your skin matching his in the most frightening of ways. “You’re my mate. Please.”

Smiling sadly, you had whispered that you loved him and succumbed to the cold and illness that ravaged your malnourished body. Even the strongest of vampire blood wouldn’t have been able to save you.

David arranged for you to have a proper burial and Marko spent the next few decades rampaging to dull the pain. Time doesn’t heal wounds, it just lessens the impact of them. He could never properly thank David for the surprising amount of respect he paid to you but he did his best.

When David walked into the cave, telling him that he spotted you on the boardwalk, Marko knew that he’d be thanking him for a long time.

He could hear his brothers hollering as he transformed, unable to stop himself. He needed to find you before you disappeared. People came and went through Santa Carla daily, he couldn’t let you slip away now. Not when he finally had a chance to give you everything you deserved.

And oh. You were still so lovely. Even more so now, eyes devoid of the hardships you endured to be with him and a layer of fat hiding your bones. Emotion bubbled to the surface as you turned to look at him, as if you could feel him close by. There was a look of confusion, then apprehension, then joy and Marko knew you remembered him. His newly revived thrum jumped under his skin.

Oh yeah, he’d be thanking David for eternity.

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Paul:

Paul relives the day you drowned on the nights where he can’t be bothered to drink the memories away. The day was bright - sunny, the kind of days he loved. You had been radiant. You always were but on that particular day, you were even more so.

He remembers that he took you to the beach to celebrate your anniversary. You had stuck with him for 3 years, something people had joked as being a miracle, proof that God existed, and you loved the beach. He was indifferent but you had agreed to let him pick dinner if you spent the day at the beach.

Compromise.

You had been in the cutest little swim outfit, the space between your shoulder blades riddled with suggestion as he smoothed sunscreen across your skin. He could admit that he spent a little too long rubbing it into your skin. Its not like he could stop himself. Paul desired you above everything else, an addiction, and he would be damned before he’d restrained himself.

He doesn’t remember how it happened - between the drugs and alcohol he consumed nightly and his own unwillingness to remember - but he knows you were pulled under a riptide. You disappeared for long minutes. There had been screaming and people diving in to pull you out. He hadn’t been able to find you in the waves.

But another girl had and she pulled you to shore with the help of her group of friends. A flurry of motion, a rush as CPR was performed, as an ambulance was called, as medics pronounced you dead.

You had been concussed when you went under. A brain bleed. You died in the water.

When he was turned - a decision made to escape the cotton candy skies you loved, Max told him that he should feel something - a pull, a thrum, some sort of guidance - and it would lead him to his mate. Paul told him that he didn’t have one anymore

His was dead. He wasn’t sure how he knew it was you but everything inside of him felt it.

He was prepared to spend an eternity with the throbbing in his chest.

At least, he was until he heard your voice. It was an echo inside his head, compelling and soft, and he followed it, pushing through throngs of people. He could feel his brothers watching him, smirking with all-knowing grins and eyes glinting with mischief but he paid them no mind. All his emotions got together to overreact at the possibility of you and he was determined to see where it had come from.

The sound faded and he tried to focus, tried to concentrate to bring it back to him. The vibrations trickled to a stop, replaced with the harsh, cacophonous sounds of large gatherings of people. It felt like a hand clasping his throat and squeezing. He growled in irritation, ignoring the taste of his own broken heart and deciding that he’d take his frustrations out on the next group of victims he and his brothers herded to the beach.

So he turned around to head back.

And ran right into you.

It took everything inside of him to not fall into your arms and weep but, from the tears gathering in your eyes, you wouldn’t have minded it too much.

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Dwayne:

A whiff of your perfume was enough to stop him in his tracks, his body tensing as he scanned the boardwalk. It was faint but he’d know it anywhere. Without a word, he nodded to David and walked away from his brothers. The wind was almost nonexistent but it was enough for him to follow the scent.

It was a unique smell, one that you had crafted yourself. He watched you make in your kitchen enough times to know it by heart. You had told him that the formulas for other perfumes were too synthetic for you to handle. They blistered your skin or gave you migraines. It was cheaper to make your own instead of spending countless dollars buying store-brand perfumes that you weren’t sure were going to work for you.

You also like to be ecological. Use all of it or use nothing at all.

Down the line, you ended up making him his own scent too and he still has an untouched bottle of it hidden in one of the cave’s alcoves. The bottle he has open is used sparingly, only on the nights where the edges of his memories of you shift like clouds of smoke.

He knows he can make more - it was incredibly simple to make - but these were the last bottles you had made for him and he knew he’d never be able to replicate the importance of it. It had been those bottles that made him realize he loved you.

He never had a chance to tell you how important it was to him. You had died before he could. Dwayne had wanted to kill the animal that gored you but he knew you wouldn’t have wanted that. You had gone out of your way to free the creature from the traps poachers had set up and you would not have wanted the animal punished for attacking.

“They don’t know any better,” he could hear you say, “If they get caught, they are likely hurt. They won’t know if you are a friend or a foe. They’re going to lash out. I keep tranqs on me but sometimes that isn’t enough to subdue them.”

The regret settled like acid in his stomach. Your mother had given him a scarf you made because she knew he’d want something to remember you buy. It had your scent on it and he can admit that he spent endless nights breathing it in.

The smell had long since faded but he had sewed the scarf into the lining of his jacket to keep it close to him.

He didn’t think he’d ever smell it again.

The more he walked, the more potent the smell got. It wafted around him, embracing him tightly, and the anticipation of what that could mean thrummed inside his chest.

And just like that, he turned his head and he found you, sitting on a bench. Waiting. He pauses, taking you in, alive and beautiful and whole.

Something causes you to jolt and you turn to look at him. You meet his eyes.

A pause.

A smile spreads across your face as you launch yourself at him. He meets you halfway.

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End

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#the lost boys #the lost boys imagine #lost boys dwayne #lost boys marko #lost boys david #lost boys paul #the lost boys 1987 #My writing

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Off Limits (Spencer Reid) #11

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Tag List: @on-my-way-to-erebor , @haileymorelikestupid , @angryknightstatesmantrash

NOT MY GIF

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It took Morgan and Hotch to pull Spencer away from Ava when the ambulance arrived. He hadn’t wanted to leave her side, but they needed to do their job. He helplessly watched the medics work on her. One of the paramedics tried CPR but they couldn’t revive her. The two paramedics exchanged looks before one of them shook his head.

This couldn’t be happening. Spencer felt his world crumble at his feet. His heart shattering into a million pieces. He’d lost her and it was all his fault. He cried out and fell to his knees, looking at her lifeless body lying there on the cold concrete.

This was how he would remember her. This was where her and Spencer’s life would end. He wouldn’t be able to ask her to be his wife. He wouldn’t be able to watch her walk down the aisle in a white dress or see her round and pregnant carrying their child. He wouldn’t be able to raise a family with her or grow old with her.

Seeing her lifeless body, lying on the cold concrete, covered in blood… This would be how he would remember her from now on. He wouldn’t see the beautiful woman he saw that day at his desk. Any time she crossed his mind, he would see this. It was a memory that would haunt him forever.

“Spencer...” Someone was shaking him. He jolted awake and was met with Morgan, “The surgeon is here to speak with us.” He tirelessly rubbed his eyes and sat up in the chair. It had only been a dream.

Spencer road in the ambulance with Ava and when they arrived, they rushed her in, making him stay in the waiting room, which he was not a fan of. She had been alive when the ambulance arrived at the scene. She only had a faint pulse, but she was alive. Shortly after Spencer and Ava arrived at the hospital, so did the team.

“Spencer how about we go to the bathroom and clean up?” Emily said softly. Spencer was in shock. The events playing over and over in his head. He glanced down at himself. His hands were shaking as he turned them over. His hands, along with his shirt and jeans were red, covered in Ava’s blood.

“I’ll run to the police station to grab our things. Get Reid some extra clothes.” Morgan says quietly.

Hotch agrees, “I’ll ride with you.”

Emily and JJ slowly lead Spencer to the bathroom. Emily closes the lid on the toilet and sits him down while JJ wets some paper towels. The two of them start working at cleaning him up. JJ watches as his bottom lip quivers when she starts to clean the blood off his face.

“It’s okay Spencer..” He looks at her with sad eyes, a few tears slipping down his cheek. “She’s a strong girl. She’s going to be fine.” He gives a small nod.

“Did someone call Ava’s parents?” Spencer whispers.

Emily nods, “JJ did on the way here.”

Around him were Ava’s parents, Morgan, and Penelope. Penelope had flown in as soon as she heard Ava was shot. The rest of the team went to their hotel room to rest.

The surgeon sat down in front of Ava’s parents. “It was touch and go for a while. She lost a lot of blood and the bullet did a great deal of damage. She flat lined on the table, but she came back strong. She’s in ICU right now. She’s stable, but we’re keeping a close eye on her. I’m confident she’ll make a full recovery.”

Ava’s dad squeezes his wife’s hand, “When can we see her?”

“We’re going to keep her overnight in the ICU, depending on how she does through the night we will move her out of ICU. You’ll be able to visit her then. I’ll have my nurse contact you in the morning to let you know if we’ve moved her or not. For now, go home and get some rest. We’ll call if anything else happens.”

“Thank you so much.” Ava’s mom says, wiping her eyes.

The surgeon nods, before walking away. Spencer didn’t even notice he was gripping the arms of the chair until Morgan patted him on the back, “She’s going to be okay, kid.”

The next morning when Ava’s parents arrived, they walked into the waiting room to find Spencer right where they left him. He was asleep on one of the couches, a blanket laid over him and he was using his bag as a pillow. Everyone else had gone home last night but Spencer insisted on staying. He didn’t want to leave in case something happened.

“I’ll go wake him up. Go speak with the nurse about going to see Ava.” Ava’s mom pats her husband’s arm and walks over to Spencer, gently shaking him, “Spencer,”

Spencer awoke in a stir, seeing Ava’s mom his heart thought the worst, “Is she ok?” He quickly sat up. She smiled softly, “We’re going to see her now. You can come as well.”

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to tame it and quickly grabbed his things, following her parents and the nurse to Ava’s room.

When they walked in, Ava was asleep on the bed. She looked so peaceful. “She may be asleep for a while. Her body needs time to recover and heal. She is on pain meds so if she wakes up, she may be very out of it.” The nurse says before walking out.

It had been a few days and Ava still hadn’t woken up. Her family and Spencer took turns sitting with her. They didn’t want to leave her alone incase she did wake up. Spencer had stayed behind while the rest of the BAU team headed back to Quantico.

Ava’s eyes fluttered open and she glanced around at her surroundings. There were flowers and balloons along with window seal. Her eyes found Spencer in the chair next to her bed, his head propped up on his hand. An open book sat in his lap. He’d fell asleep reading. She smiled at the sight of him. She liked this look better. Last time she saw him he was hunched over her in tears and he was covered in her blood. She had been shot and she remembers falling asleep but that’s the last thing she remembered.

She pulled the covers down to her hips and pulled her hospital gown up, gently touching the wrapped bandage around her stomach, wincing. Her thigh had been wrapped too. She fixed her hospital gown and blankets back where they were. She pressed the button to fix the hospital bed up to a more seated position which caused Spencer to stir. She hadn’t wanted to wake him, she winced when his eyes opened and landed on her.

“I was trying not to wake you up...” She whispered, her voice hoarse.

He quickly stood up and rushed to her side, the book flying off his lap, “You’re awake. Oh my god.” He took her hand in his, kissing it.

She ran her thumb along his cheek, smiling at him, “I am.”

He bit his lip, his eyes swelling with tears, “I thought I had lost you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She started to laugh but winced in pain, “ouch. Okay no laughing.”

It caused him to chuckle and he pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “Let me go get the doctor.”

She nodded, “Can you get me some water too?” She puts her hand up to her throat, rubbing it.

He nods, “of course,” He kisses her forehead before walking out to find the doctor and get her some water.

It had been a few weeks since Ava woke up from the hospital. A few days after she woke up, she was clear to go home. She wasn’t cleared to fly home just yet so she stayed with her parents for a couple days and Spencer stayed behind to help take care of her. However, she was ready to head back to her house in VA, so after a check-up with the doctor, she gave Ava the clear to fly home. When Spencer and Ava arrived back to her house, he helped her climb into bed for some much needed rest.

“You okay? Do you need another pillow?” Spencer asked, pulling the bed spread over her. “Nope, I’m good.” She patted next to her, “Now lay down with me. Please.”

“Just let me go get your medicine and some water to put next to your bed.” He had waited on her hand and foot since she’d woken up in the hospital. He hadn’t left her side either. Honestly, he was scared to leave her. And he felt he should take care of her. It was all his fault this happened to her in the first place. It was not only that, but he loved her too, so of course he’s going to take care of her.

He placed the cup of water and medicine bottles on her bedside, “I made sure Smokie had food and water in her bowl, as well as a clean litter box.”

“Thank you.”

He slips off his shirt and strips to just his underwear before slipping into bed next to her. He sighs, “feels good to finally lay down.” She fixes herself so she’s laying on her back. It was the only position she could sleep in for now and she hated it. She always slept on her side.

“I want to go see the team tomorrow.” She looks over at him.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. You need your rest.” He grabs her hand, “Plus I’m staying here with you tomorrow. I’m not going in to work.”

She sighs, “I’ve been resting for what feels like forever. And you need to get back to work. I’m sure the team misses you. This is the most you’ve ever missed at one time.”

“I’ll think about it ok?” He leans up on his arm and kisses her, “Now let’s get some rest.”

Spencer didn’t let her go into the BAU to see everyone the next day but decided to bring the BAU team to them. So, he made some calls and invited the team over for dinner to surprise Ava.

While she was napping in her room, he cleaned up the place a bit. Did some laundry. Washed and put away the dishes. Then went out and bought groceries to cook dinner. He decided on something easy to fix for everyone and that was a big pot of spaghetti.

She slowly walked out and into the kitchen, “Something smells good.” Spencer was standing over the oven. He had an apron on and was stirring something in the pot.

“I’m fixing spaghetti for dinner.” He got out a spoon and dipped it into the pot, “Here come taste this and tell me if it needs anything.” He blows on it to cool it off and holds his other hand under the spoon, so it doesn’t drip.

He slips the spoon into her mouth where she hums in satisfaction, “Delicious.”

He wipes the sauce off the corner of her mouth with his thumb and slips it into his mouth, “It still needs something.”

She nods, “I need to kiss the chef is what it needs.” She grabs him by the apron and pulls him to her.

He chuckles and puts the spoon down before gently slipping his hands around her waist and planting a kiss on her lips. He hums into the kiss, “it needs more salt.” He starts to pull away before she tries to deepen the kiss.

“and I think I need you.” She started to put her hands under the apron, but he stops her, causing her to whimper.

“Doctor said you can’t do any strenuous activities. I promise I’ll make it up to you when you can.” He pecked her lips again before letting go of her hands and facing the stove.

She groaned, “fine.” She looked around at the kitchen, “This is a lot of spaghetti for two people.”

He smirked at her, “Well I made a few calls. I know you’re pissed at me for not letting you go in to the BAU to see the team, so I’m bringing the team to you.”

She smiled, “You mean I get to talk and see someone besides you?” She teased.

“Hey!”

“I’m just messing with you.” She poked at his side, “What time will they be here?”

He checked the watch on his wrist, “I told everyone 6 since they would be coming from work. So, you’ve got an hour and half to get ready.”

She nods in response and goes to say something about him helping her shower. Since she’d been shot, she’d found it difficult to do simple things like take a shower and wash her hair. She hated asking for help with such simple things. It made her feel weak and vulnerable.

As if he read her mind, “Give me 5 more minutes and I’ll come help you shower.” He put a little more salt in the sauce and stirred, “Go ahead and get your clothes and towels laid out.” She nods before kissing his cheek and heading back into her room to pick out an outfit. She went with a pair of black leggings and a cute t shirt and laid it on the bed then set her towels and wash cloths on the sink. Soon after Spencer came in and helped her wash her hair and wash her body off.

After she showered and dried off, she went and sat down on the bed, where he helped her get dressed. She felt so powerless. “I like this shirt.” He smiled, holding it up. It was a simple grey shirt with a black outline of a cat. He carefully slipped it over her arms and her head. She felt her eyes fill with tears.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He bends down to her level, “Why are you crying?”

She sniffs, “I can’t even do the simple things. You’re having to wash me and dress me.”

“Aw baby.” He chuckled softly, “I don’t mind.” He wipes her cheeks and lifts her chin up to look at him, going serious. He looked at her with loving eyes. This was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for,

“I love you.”

She looked at him for a moment, kind of shocked. She didn’t say anything but then leaned in to kiss him, whispering “I love you too” against his lips. It caused him to smile and kiss her again.

This wasn’t the first time a I love you had been spoken. However, it was the first time Spencer had said it. Ava confessed her love when she was dying but she didn’t remember. So right now, it seemed like he said it first and that’s what he wanted all along.

******************************************************************************************* You guys were right, I wouldn’t kill off the main character. I have too many ideas for Spencer and Ava’s story. I did have to trick you at the beginning. I couldn’t help myself.

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Dream SMP: Tubbo x Executed Reader x Ranboo

No gender specified reader. Mentions of drowning and CPR.

I don’t know much about the SMP so if things aren't accurate I apologize.

The day of your execution was the worst of your life. The morning a blur of being marched onwards towards the cliff face, where an impossible drop awaited you. Ranboo and Tubbo, your loving husbands, stood by helplessly as George read out your sentence. Dream stood by your side, one hand tightly gripping your arm to prevent escape.

“How do you plea?”, George asked, once it had been read. You didn’t blame him for any of this, it just so happened that Dream had given him kingsmanship, and this was his duty. Executing those who did wrong. In this case, that is exactly what they thought you did.

“I didn’t do anything, I’ve already told you that", you spoke quietly, meeting George's gaze with your own, “But you don’t believe me. So, there’s nothing I can really do, can I?”.

George swallowed and Dream pushed you forward, towards the ledge. The ocean's waters crashed against the rock in a steady beat, matching her own heart's.

“Wait wait wait no please you can’t do this!”, you heard Ranboo cry from behind you. You turned to look at him, Tubbo holding him back. Both of them were near tears. “(Y/N) didn’t do it! They would never-".

“I'm sorry, Ranboo", George cut off, raising a hand to silence him, “But, by order of court I hear by state that (Y/N) is guilty of assault, and is sentenced to death".

You knew this would be the outcome, but hearing it brought a whole new level of pain you weren’t ready for. Changing a glance at your husbands, Tubbo could barely hold Ranboo back. They both looked at you, helplessly. You gave one last smile.

“Boys, I-".

Dream pushed you off the edge. You screamed as you dropped down, hurtling towards the icy sea below. It enveloped you and pulled you down, stealing the precious bubbles of air from you and replacing it with a suffocating liquid. As blackness took over your gaze, your only thought was of your lovers and son. Thankfully, Michael was at home, being watched over by Tommy. You prayed they would be kept safe as the water won and stopped your heart.

<Tubbo's POV>

Ranboo screamed as they went over the edge, fighting against my hold. It took every ounce of strength I had not to do the same, but I had to keep him back. My own execution, the fireworks that permanently scarred my skin, is always fresh in my memory. I hated that (Y/N) was being forced to do the same, but I refused to lose Ranboo on the same day.

“Ranboo, please, you can’t go after them! You’re part enderman, you’ll burn!”, I cried, digging my heels into the dirt. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see George watching with a pitiful gaze. The least they could do was help.

“They can’t just die Tubbo! They didn’t do it they-".

“I have proof that (Y/N) didn’t assault Quackity".

I turned to the newcomer. It was Phil, (Y/N)’s father. He looked so hopeful too, but he was too late. His face fell when he saw they weren’t here.

“Don’t- please tell me you didn’t already-".

“Phil, please you have to get them- they were just pushed in please!”, Ranboo cried, finally too tired to struggle against me anymore. I clutched his arm, watching as Phil immediately took flight, wings stretched out behind him, as he dove off the cliff.

I turned to George and Dream, glaring. “Do you see now? (Y/N) would never hurt anyone here! They care for everyone. Do you see what you’ve done?!”, I screamed, getting some small bit of satisfaction when George flinched. Dream was quiet, face hidden beneath his mask, but I hoped he felt guilty. He, George, Quackity, and anyone who thought that my (Y/N) would hurt a hair on anyone.

Phil was up on the cliff again, cradling a pale form in his arms. Ranboo sunk to his knees at the sight, and I clutched him close. (Y/N)’s face was slack, their blue lips slightly parted. But no air was flowing through them. Phil set them down, setting to work at trying to revive them. He pushed down on their chest, counting under his breath as he went. Ranboo was sobbing now. He puffed air into their slack mouth, returning to pumping. I was finally knocked to my knees when the sickening crack echoed. One of their ribs was broken. Ranboo was swearing, pleading, begging under his breath as the tears that trailed down his face burned him. I wanted to help, to at least comfort him, but I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen. Phil was getting desperate now, I could see it on his face. He was muttering something, too soft for me to hear, and I could see his hands were shaking. He’d already lost Wilbur, I guess he didn’t want to lose (Y/N) either. That’s when they coughed.

<Ranboo’s POV>

Water splattered out their lips as they choked and coughed, and Phil turned them onto their side, patting their back. “There we go, that’s it, get it all out kid".

When they stopped coughing, drawing in wet breaths, that’s when I sprung forward. I knelt besides them, skin stinging where the water touched it, and drew them into my arms. They were breathing, and oh what a magnificent thing it was. Their lips were finally losing that awful blue colour. Tubbo was next to me in seconds, gently brushing the wet hair from their face.

“(Y/N)”, I whispered softly, rocking them back and forth, “Can you hear me?”.

Their eyes fluttered open, their beautiful, tired eyes and looked at the two of us with a weary smile. Tubbo planted kisses in their hair. I looked to Philza, relief clear in his face and thanked him. He nodded in return.

He then stood, looking to George and Dream with a livid gaze. “Now. How about we go discuss this matter somewhere more… private".

George swallowed, clearly guilty, and nodded. The three of then embarked without another word to us.

“We should get them home", Tubbo suggested, gaining my attention. His blur eyes were teary, but he seemed to be taking charge once again. “They’re starting to shiver”.

Indeed, (Y/N) was curled up against me, shivering like mad. I nodded, swiftly standing and cradling them close. A part of me was still angry, but that could be settled another time. Possibly with TNT.

#dream smp #dsmp tubbo #ranboo #cpr

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mamourland · 4 years

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Kissing Prompts Ficlet

Hello everyone!

Yesterday, I saw someone post a list of kissing prompts and asking if someone could write Miggy fics about them.

Well I decided to try and write one for starters and maybe some more if inspiration strucks. It’s a small one, less than 500 words but I couldn’t get it out of my head so I thought I’d share.

Let me know what you think.

Here is the list of the prompts if you want to check them out.

https://kashimalin-fanfiction.tumblr.com/post/178524845380/50-types-of-kisses-writing-prompts

The setting is episode 1x19 when they are stranded on the atoll after Robin’s boat has been stolen.

Prompt 43 – A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Magnum panted after his fight with the deadbeat fisherman that stole their boat and dragged them into this mess to begin with.

Higgins had saved the day by unexpectedly appearing and knocking the bad guy down with a paddle while he had been struggling with Magnum for the gun he was holding.

After everything they went through today - Juliet being shot, him jumping into the ocean to save her, the at least 8-mile swim to find dry land, Higgins almost drowning then revived when he gave her CPR and finally confronting the evil pirates – he was ready to crash. All he wanted now, was to go home, bring back Juliet no more banged up than she already was and sleep for a day.

Unfortunately, their new boat suffered from a mishap and was now sinking. Usually, Thomas was a pretty optimistic guy, but right now he didn’t know how they would work this one out.

Besides him, Higgins was back to being a shivering mess and it looked like she wouldn’t receive medical attention right away which was worrying Magnum.

Just then, he heard someone, strangely sounding like Rick, yell in a boat speaker.

He looked up, and sure enough, he saw the T.R. Belle a few miles away, heading their way. He had never been so happy to see his friends. They would come home and Higgins would be alright. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as much as he could while remaining next to her and pulled her to his naked stomach in an awkward side hug.

She felt cold under his touch so he wrapped his arms more tightly around her, mindful of her injury, hoping he could transfer some of his body heat. He couldn’t believe he almost lost her today. Without thinking, he leaned his head to hers and brushed a kiss to her wet hair.

He felt her muscles tense slightly before relaxing. He knew they weren’t used to physical contact between them but it was his way of reassuring himself so she would have to deal with it.

Just when he thought about disentangling himself from her, he heard soft sniffles coming from her. He couldn’t see her face from his position but he was positive she was crying. His heart broke a little for her. She had quite a rough day and even now, she thought she had to hide her vulnerability.

He pulled her into a standing position so he could give her a proper hug and comfort her before Rick and TC arrived. He knew she would feel self-conscious with the guys around.

He swayed them gently and kissed her temple, his arms anchoring her to him.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ve got you, Higgy.”

He smiled when he felt her arms encircle his waist as she returned his hug. She would be okay; he would make sure of that.

#magnum PI #magnum fic #fic prompts #miggy #miggy fic #Thomas Magnum #juliet higgins #magnum x higgins #drabble

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joonyverse · 4 years

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residency troubles - kim namjoon (bts)

Summary: You were a resident in her 3rd year at a prestigious hospital, who happened to be the daughter of the director of said hospital, and had a little bit dark past. Professor Kim was a neurosurgeon, who came to the States, but decided to come back, and work for the hospital you were at. And then one occurrence lead to another.

Warning: abusive parent figure, family problems, violence, minor character’s death, childhood trauma, infidelity, light smut scene (not reader’s), grammar mistakes, incorrect medical terms, failing english

word count: 10.8K

kim namjoon x f! readers

doctor!au

Sound of ECG being the only sound that you could register, amidst the layers of yells being thrown at you, or your surrounding. The rapid sound the machine made, indicating how the person on the bed was unstable. Having been pushed aside, you could only watch, not knowing what to do anymore. You saw the doctor giving the patient CPR, sweats running down his face, as he fight for the life that literally depending on his hand. You could only wish miracle upon the sky.

But then, just like how the sky granted your wishes, the ECG sound was back to normal. Heart rate continue to beat stable, and gradually getting steady. The doctor stepped aside, before he wipes the precipitation on his face, from the energy he spent trying to save a life. He glare into your way. His glare was cold. Shivers running down your spine. It’s like a bucket of cold water had been poured over you. You gulped down, and quietly follow him into a space where no patients were in vicinity.

This was the calm before the storm.

“Are you even a doctor?” He asked. His voice was cold and distant. It feels like the alcohol swab that you use before getting pricked by a needle.

You looked down, only able to stare at your feet. You knew it was your fault. Your fault here could be someone else’s life being endangered. And you should have known better. It’s not like it was your first year. And you acted like a complete intern.

“I’m sorry doc, it won’t happen again” you said.

“Yeah, because when you did it again, a patient would die!” He yelled the last part at your face. You flinched a little bit at the sudden raise of voice.

“I’m sorry doc” you said, your voice sounds even more inaudible if it was even possible.

“God y.n, you’re fucking clumsy! How could you even get into residency? I wonder… Daddy’s money?” He said in a belittling voice.

You gulped down. You want to fight back, but you can’t. His aura was way too overbearing and powerful for you to beat.

“You can’t do a single thing right! Nothing! You keep making rookie mistakes!” He yelled. “That patient, he was allergic to your prescription, and he could have DIED! But no, you ignore the chart, and act like a know it all!” He yelled once again. And you took it like a big girl, holding your tears in. Was it because of the yell? Or was it because you almost cost someone’s life? You didn’t know anymore.

“Fix it, another one rookie mistake, and you are over” he reprimanded before he left you alone with your thoughts.

You solemnly walk towards the office room, sitting on your reserved desk. You lean back into the back of the arm chair. You let out a sigh, feeling like a heavy burden in your chest was lifted. You quickly wiped your tears that threatened to fall. You shook your head.

“That was stupid mistake” you mumble to yourself. “You were an idiot pretending to be a know it all” you continued,

Your train of thoughts were being cut off as the sound of door opening filling the room. You looked towards the source of disturbance, seeing your friend who was in a no better shape walking in. Just like you, she plopped onto her armchair, energy drained from her soul.

She rolled her armchair towards yours. She put her hand into her scrubs pocket as she fished for something. She pulled out a banana milk and handed it towards you. You take it with a grumble, signing that you indeed need some sugar right now,

“God, you’re still here?” Jiwoo asked as she take a sip of her strawberry milk.

You nodded with a pout on your face as you took a sip of the banana milk Jiwoo so kindly gave. “Professor Park needs me to do some errand last night so I couldn’t go home, and then when I knew it, it’s already morning! And then there plenty of emergency cases I need to handle, and then… Doctor Yoo yelled at me” you said. Your voice was solemn. Your eyes were looking down. Exhaustion was evident in your demeanour alone.

“Is it because of Minwoo? The seven year old kid?” Jiwoo asked to which you responded with a nod.

Jiwoo suddenly bend down to look at your face better. “God, I was damn tired, and then I see your face and I immediately feel better” she said.

You looked up, you gave her a cheeky smile. “Why? Because I’m a doctor and I’m pretty?” You said as you put your palm into a flower pose.

Jiwoo scrunched her nose. “No, because it looks so apparent you just got dragged into hell and your eyebags are competing with pandas’” she said. “Just go home y.n, it’s not even healthy anymore” she added.

“I can’t, I’m going to assist Professor Park’s surgery, and maybe after that, I’ll be able to go home” you said, your frown became more apparent.

Jiwoo got up from her seat before she gave you a pat on your head. “Good luck, and I better not see you here after my surgery is over!” She said.

“Whose surgery are you assisting?” You asked before she walked out.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Professor Lee’s.”

Sound of ECG once again rang through your ears. It’s drumming inside your very being to the point you swore you can hear it in your silence mind. The tension was high inside this operation room. Your heart was drumming inside your chest.

“Suction” Professor Park asked, You quietly handed him the suction.

You prayed to all Gods above that this too shall be saved. He deserves another life. You knew that better than anyone here. Well maybe, other than Professor Park himself. God, he was just seven year old, there’s so many things he needs to see, he needs to be, and you want to save him more than anything else.

“Professor, he’s losing a lot of blood, he’s unstable” the anaesthesiologist said.

You can see Professor Park’s brows furrowed, as he was getting even more focused if that was even possible. You saw him getting even more frustrated but he keep composed.

Suddenly the heart rate picks up. Your head snapped towards the ECG, like an instinct. “Professor-“

“I know, y.n, I know” he cut you off. You can feel his frustration and desperation in his voice. You grew antsy and anxious. And yet you held it in. You might get kicked out if you show signs of such things and that’d be the least thing you want.

You can see that the anaesthesiologist getting even more anxious. And that really didn’t help you calm down in any way. You knew this was bad. When the professor did all the right thing, but the patient keeps being unstable, you knew this was bad. You knew Professor Park done all the best he could, and yet you knew the boy wasn’t going to make it. In fact, everyone in the room knew that. But everyone, gave their best till the very end.

Until the sound of flat line hit your ear drums.

You grew motionless.

But Professor Park wasn’t one to give up. He kept trying to revive the kid. Wanting to give him the last chance he could get.

But the universe wants him back. They love him more.

And so you watch as the kid lay there on his death bed, motionless, no heart activity. Everyone in the room hung their heads low. Everyone tried their best, but fate says it’s time for him to go.

It’s the thought that the kid was so young. So fragile. So small in this big world. So many for him to explore… and they took that away from him.

“Time of death, 12th of May 2020, 10:25” Professor Park announced.

The operation room was solemn. And you quietly close him up. You move your emotion aside, as you carefully close him up, not wanting him to hurting despite his inability to feel.

As soon as you were out of the room, you were walking like a corpse, too many thoughts went pass your head. And yet you can’t think of a specific one. You should have gotten used to patients’ death, and yet you don’t. Every each one still hits you hard. Watching someone’s life depended on you and yet they still losing grasp, it’s always hurts, it’s always feel you’ve failed them each time, despite you knowing that there’s nothing you can do.

You walk back towards your office. Your head hung low. Tears were brimming in your eyes. Your chest was heavy and painful. The kid deserves so much more. And it hits you like brick. You don’t even want to imagine how the mother must be feeling if you were feeling this way. Memories of how you played around with him, laugh with him, giving him encouragements and comforts, as he went through his time in the hospital, flashes by you. You wiped the tears that had fallen down as you continue to made your way back into your office to pack and clocked out.

You entered the passcode into your digital lock, your emotion and energy were as drained as ever. You sighed as you entered your apartment. You threw your bag carelessly as you walked into your kitchen. You reached for a glass to pour yourself some water. The water did somewhat its work on soothing your heart that was in agony. But you were tired. You want nothing but to sobs into your pillow.

You looked into the couch in the living room. Your boyfriend’s shirt was there, and you for a moment wonder. The weather was cold and your boyfriend… felt hot?

Suspicion immediately filling your head. You brace yourself for whatever behind the door of your shared bedroom. You brace yourself for another heartbreak.

And then you heard it,

“Seokjin, please don’t stop- ah- fuck, please don’t stop!” A girl, who certainly wasn’t you cried out.

You were beyond mortified. Your eyes widened. You were disgusted beyond anything as you very well know what’s going on behind the door.

You opened the door roughly, it bang to the frame. You saw them, on your bed. Your Bed. Your boyfriend on top of her, having his balls deep into her. You were hurt, betrayed, but most of all, you were livid. You were furious above all.

But both of them wasn’t any better. They both looked at you, flustered, that you caught them red handed. You scoffed at the sight.

“I should have expected that” you said. Your voice was rather calm. But anyone who heard that, and see how you shook on your ground, knows that this was the calm before the storm.

You saw your boyfriend moved to reach out to you. The girl beneath him whimpered as he moved. You immediately feel waves of disgusts all over your body, drowning you in it.

“Just fucking finished your thing, and pack your things after that” you said before you step out of the room, not bothering to even close the door.

Seokjin finally pulled out and stepped onto the floor, racing towards you.

He grabbed a hold of your hand that you roughly tossed.

“You are filthy, so please don’t touch me” you said, your voice who usually full of warmness for him, now cold and full of venom.

Seokjin knew he messed up. He never sees you like this, but then again there was a first for everything. You were usually cheerful, bubbly, your voice held such warmth that makes anyone that come across you wants to be by you all the time, no doubt.

“Please listen-“

“Listen to what Kim Seokjin? I saw it all! You were spared on the need to explain!” You yelled. Your composure was failing and you don’t have the intention to keep it.

He stayed silent, he knew there was nothing to explain, when you saw it all. And you knew that too.

“Just fucking go okay? Spare me from the pain, I’ve had enough for today, and it’s barely midday! I already have a poor kid died on me only to go home to see my boyfriend fucking his other lover, so please just go” you said as you took a seat on your couch. Your arms were over your eyes, you wanted nothing but to cry… and cry even more.

Seokjin was concerned above all. He was your friend at some point. He knew how hard you took patients’ death, and he clearly was the cherry on top.

He slowly made his way back to fix his mess before them both leave you alone, in your misery and tears.

A month had passed since then. Everything moved so fast when you focused solely on work and nothing else. Jiwoo would call you a horse for working day and night, not letting anything getting in your way. You keep shoving your nose up the job, working like a robot would do, that even Professor Park teased you for being one.

Your days would be fill of helping Professor Park handling the patients. Giving commands to the fellow residents that was below your year. Running from one hall to another. Death was almost become something numbing to you. Almost.

And yet everyday, people around you keep reminding you that you were human first before anything else. You worked hard, wanting to be recognised for your hard work and your hard work only. You forgot to have fun, Jiwoo said.

It’s not easy. To be the daughter of the director of the hospital itself. Everyone think that you are able to get your place because of your connection. Because daddy is paying everyone’s pay-check. And so you worked hard everyday, trying to prove yourself, that you deserving of your place there.

How can people accuse you of such things when your dad was trying so hard to forget about you when it comes down to family…

Jiwoo would stop you everyday from working yourself over the limit. So does Professor Park. They would both stopped you from taking everyone’s shift, from staying at the hospital any longer than you’re supposed to.

But it’s hard to convince you when you’re so set on something.

It was lunch time. Both you and Jiwoo use it to quickly get some lunch before any calls can get to you both. Especially when the cafeteria is serving your favourite curry that day. Jiwoo would secretly convince the chefs there to just make curry everyday so you would leave your work and eat more enthusiastically, but of course she wasn’t able to convince them.

You were enjoying the curry to your heart content. It’s the littlest thing like this that reminds you that you were indeed human above all, as dramatic as it sounds. Jiwoo watched you with amusement.

“I tried so hard to be a good friend, and you still choose curry over me” Jiwoo said in fake annoyance. She playfully stab the potato in anger.

You swallowed your food with a smile on your face, as you looked up at her. “Curry heals my heart Jiwoo, this is not just any curry, this is magical curry” you said In a teasing manner which caused Jiwoo to scoffed.

And then suddenly Jiwoo sat straighter, fixing her posture. Her eyes widening. Seeming more tense than before. You slowed your eating pace in confusion. Your eyes scanning your surrounding, which seemingly collectively has their focus on one point.

You turned your head towards said point. Your eyes squinting, your brain going into even more confusion than before. You even scratch your eyes repeatedly to make sure that your eyes aren’t playing you, and yet the sight still was as shocking as ever.

Your ever, so arrogant, and what the workers would say, intimidating, father was there. In the cafeteria. That you swore he would swear he would never touch, not even the ground. You almost throw your curry at him if it was possible.

There was a man beside him. A handsome and young looking one. He was tall, his brown hair slicked back. He looked as clean as ever. A glasses sitting on top of his nose bridge. He looks smart, brilliant even. Well he must be, seeing him walking side by side with the director of the prestigious hospital. To sum it up, he was the finest man you’ve ever seen to walk in this hospital, he was a sight to see for sore eyes.

But you quickly shook the thought out of your head. You quickly turning back towards your food. As you see from your peripheral view that everyone around you, including Jiwoo stood from their seat to give them a bow before they sat back down. And suddenly the cafeteria was somewhat quieter than before. You hated it.

“What an asshole” you muttered under your breathe. You then felt a kick on your foot. You looked up towards Jiwoo who was still standing, and now her eyes are spatting curses at you.

“What?” You mouthed in annoyance.

“Stand up” Jiwoo mouthed back before she kicked your foot once again. You rolled your eyes and give in to her request.

You turned around. You saw that your father and the man beside him… and whoever walked along with them have their focus on you. You suspected that it was because your father was staring at you, wanting the respect he deemed to be deserving. You sighed and gave them a half hearted bow before you sat back down and continue to eat your food. You felt bad because you didn’t mean to be rude to anyone but your father.

That was until suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, that stopped you from eating. The cold but yet so familiar touch on your shoulder. You sighed and turned your head towards the intruder of your meal.

“This is y.n, my daughter, she is a resident here, she worked for Professor Park, your friend right?” Your father said, smile was on his face. But you know so well this was the smile he uses on someone he’s trying to impresses.

“Ah yes, he is my friend… Jimin” The handsome young man said with a smile. His voice was so deep, you swore you could drawn in it.

“Y.n, this is Professor Kim, a neurosurgeon from the States! He’ll be working with us, greet him” Your father said with a smile ever so radiant, you almost puke.

You faked a smile back at him, playing your good daughter card on. Jiwoo looked at the both of you nervously.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y.n, a resident in the general surgery department” you introduced yourself, with a smile more genuine at Professor Kim.

Your father patted your shoulder again. “Right, good, about our dinner later tonight, y.n, I hope you’ll be able to make it” your father said to the both of you. “You have no shift tonight, right y.n?” you father asked.

“No sir, y.n is free for tonight” Jiwoo cut in before you were able to say a word out of your mouth, “I’ll make sure she’ll make it on time” she added.

You mentally slapped your forehead. And god you thought you couldn’t loathe the situation any further.

“Right, thank you Jiwoo” your father said to Jiwoo before he walked away.

You threw your spoon lightly on the table once they’re out of sight. You sighed in full annoyance now. “Why would you do that?!” You whisper-yelled at Jiwoo.

Jiwoo gave you a cheeky smile in return. You really wish you could get angry at her really. “So miss y.l.n here won’t work herself to death, and able to dine in with the most handsome and smartest man ever to walk in this earth” Jiwoo said, her smile was faking innocence.

You gasped, feeling scandalous, feeling like Jiwoo had just seen you naked, seen through you. “Jiwoo!” You gasped.

“What? It’s true! I can swear upon my life you were ogling the professor! Undressing him straight with your eyes!” She said between laughter, as she accused you.

You whined at her. “Oh come on! I was not okay!” You said, threatening to throw your spoon towards her head.

“Oh come on! My girl deserves to have some fun and love too!” Jiwoo teased. And then she suddenly lean in and looked you straight in the eyes. “Especially with the neurosurgeon professor that’s known for being so smart, is popular at the States, handsome, deep voice, and your father trying to impress” she said, her voice was loud enough only to be heard by you.

Your eyes widened, it’s almost like you got possessed and suddenly the picture of the professor being said infiltrated your mind. Him standing there, looking so fine, with his smile and dimples. But before your thought can get any further, a loud voice cut you off from your training thought.

“You guys are seemingly having fun! Without me! I don’t like it!” Jimin said, shocking both you and Jiwoo, before he sat down beside you.

“Professor, y.n here is going to go out on a date!” Jiwoo said before laughter making its way once again to her.

“A date?!” Jimin shrieked. “My god, finally you blessed this desert with some water to survive from! Y.n is going on a date!” He said.

You now physically slapped your forehead. You can see some people gave your table a stare for a second before going back to eat again.

“How can it be a date when, one, I just met him today, and two, the dinner has my father in the variable” you grumbled before you roughly stabbed a potato and fed it into your mouth.

“Wait… does it mean… it’s Namjoon?!” Jimin once again, leaning closer towards you. Your eyes widened once again. Who now?

“Professor Kim! Kim Namjoon!” Jimin said, after seeing the confusion in your face. You shrieked at the name, almost jumped in to cover his mouth. You don’t want another rumour surrounding you. Now you remember that Professor Kim had mentioned Jimin as his friend before.

“Oh my god, y.n, I swear he’s nice! And he’s single… well as far as I know, but I can totally introduce you to him!” Jimin said with so much enthusiasm, people would think he’s the one that’s going to be introduced to someone.

“You know what? I’m done eating lunch, Jiwoo, Jimin, you can chat, but I’m going now” You said in a flustered state, causing Jiwoo to teased you even further.

The clock shows 5pm. Everyone around you is hurrying you to go home, put some makeup on, and clean up. It was mostly Jiwoo who urged you to do so, she even go as the length of promising to drive you there and back. Jimin even told you to clock out as soon as you can. You swore you would rather spent more time in the operating room then go through the dinner. You whined in protest, but what can you do when it’s you versus everyone?

And so there you were, finding yourself rummaging through your wardrobe that you’ve been so long abandoned ever since you start pulling lots of night shift. That you don’t bother to touch ever since you opted to watch Netflix at home is more fun than going out for some fun Friday nights.

You ended up choosing a formal white dress. It fits prettily on you and just right, accentuate your features so nicely. You chose a baby pink Saint Laurent purse to go with it, knowing it looks cute and beside, you haven’t use it in forever. A pair of black rockstud caged pump from Valentino completing your outfit of the night. You applied some light makeup too. You had to admit that it was somewhat a personal satisfactory and pleasure to clean up like this, something that you haven’t done in so long.

As soon as you stepped out of your room into the living room, Jiwoo who was waiting there had her eyes on you, mouth agape. You rubbed your sides instinctually, feeling somewhat self-conscious.

“Does it looks weird? God it’s been so long since I did this, I maybe forgot my touch-“

“Cut the nonsense! You look as stunning as ever!” Jiwoo said as she approached you. You gave her a thankful smile.

“You know how much I hate going to a dinner, god, I’m only doing this for you” you said to her as you both walked towards her car that was parked in the basement.

“Girl, you’re going to thank me once you start getting some” Jiwoo said, a teasing smile on her face.

~~~

A car ride later, you found yourself standing by the entrance of this fancy Italian restaurant. You gulped down, wanting to turn back and secretly catch a cab and go back home. It’s not that you are nervous, you just hate to be in the same room as your father. Let alone eat on the same table.

You just hoped nothing will gone awry. And that means you have to control your emotion, keep it at the bay.

The last time you ate with your father, it was… horrible to say the least. You ended the night with your blood pressure as high as ever, food shattered on the ground, his wife crying and begging for you both to stop, your half-brother is smirking at the situation.

With a reassuring sigh, you braved yourself and enter the restaurant, bracing anything that might come at you,

You gave your name to the waitress, before being escort to the private section of the restaurant. She carefully and delicately open the ebony wood door, revealing the occupants inside. You saw a table for five, there sat your father, his wife, or rather, your stepmother, and your half-brother

Your father sat at the centre of the table. His wife sat on his right, her son sitting beside her. You saw that the seat beside you was still empty. The seat was probably for Professor Kim you figured.. Not long before you enter the room, Professor Kim arrived following suit, seemingly a little bit out of breath.

You tapped on his shoulder, making him look at you. You smiled at him, chuckling inside at his seemingly in-hurry state. “Are you okay?” You asked him softly.

Professor Kim took a big gasp of air before answering you. “Yep, all fine” he said with a smile, his dimples appeared once again, as deep as ever.

You both entered the room. And you saw how your father’s smile lit up once again. You almost rolled your eyes at the situation. If any people see this, they would have thought that this was some ordinary family dinner. Maybe even Professor Kim thought so. But your so called family know that this all business matter.

The waitress took your order as soon as you and Professor Kim sat down. You ordered a truffle cream pasta for yourself, meanwhile he ordered an Aglio Olio for him, both of you opting for some ice tea for the beverage.

Your father cut into the steak that had been served before him as he arrived sooner than both of you. The professor beside you cut the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry, I’m a little bit late, I had a patient that need to be look out for in urgent” he said.

“It’s okay, he wouldn’t mind Professor Kim” you said before your father even said a word. You can feel your father was giving you a glare as in ‘Behave’, but it’s not like you’re going to care about any of his words nor actions.

“Please, just call me Namjoon, I’m more comfortable that way” Namjoon said to everyone in the room. “I am still young after all, just a little bit older than y.n here” he said. You had to admit, it seems like he did his research beforehand, as he knew how old you were. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you wondered if Jimin told him some things about you.

“You are a polite kid, a smart one on top of that, and I’ve heard your activity in non-profit organisations Namjoon, you’re just a complete package aren’t your?” Your father’s wife said, a giggle followed after her words. You shook your head in silent.

“Ah… I’m not ma’am” Namjoon said, looking flustered. You can only imagine. The man was looking so red you almost felt bad. But then again, you saw his features, and you realised, the man was deserving of every compliments he got. A handsome man, with good personality? God you were somewhat hoping he’d be single. But you continue to eat your food in silence.

Your family continue to chat with Namjoon even after the table being emptied. You stayed silent, not wanting to say a word, not wanting to cause a fight, too tired of it or to do it. But you can see from under the table that Namjoon’s legs were fidgeting, like he’s trying to say something but don’t know how. And then you faintly heard it, the buzzing from his trousers’ pocket. You realised that this might be a medical call. And so you decided to save him and utter a word.

“I’m sorry father, Namjoon and I have to go back to the hospital right now” you said, standing up, not before nudging Namjoon, signalling for him to do so too.

Your father looked towards Namjoon, his head tilted a little bit. “Is that so? You should go then, your patients are important” your father said.

And it seems like Namjoon had read the situation too. He gave your father a quick nod and bow. “I’ll get going then sir” he said, before you both headed out of the room.

As soon as you’re both out of the room, Namjoon quickly answered his call. You saw him tensed up, which meaning that it is an urgent situation, and he was probably needed as soon as possible. Before even you could even say a word, he walked in fast pace before turning into a light run towards his car, still on call.

You sighed and shook your head. At least the dinner didn’t go as bad as you thought it will.

The next morning, you went to the office just like usual. Your outfit were so casual just like usual, in contrast to what you wore last night. Jiwoo shook her head after hearing the uneventful dinner when she drove you home. And of course as soon as you arrived in the hospital, the first thing Jimin asked you was about your dinner, to which you answered as it is. Jimin huffed in response, just like Jiwoo.

It was one of those time where you get a room to breathe, after finishing a surgery. You were left alone in the office. You turn your head around, relieving the knots on your shoulder. You were sipping the warm coffee that you bought at the cafe downstairs when someone knock on your office before opening it. The door revealing a man that oh so familiar.

“Hey, what’s up?” You greeted with a smile that looks rather tired.

Upon seeing you, Namjoon proceed to enter the room, a relief smile on his face. “You were here!” He said, taking a seat next to you.

You chuckled at his words. “You weren’t here to see me” you said.

Namjoon lowered his head and chuckle along with you, being caught in action. “Well, I was searching for Jimin but he wasn’t here, and I found you instead” he shrugged.

“Hey! Seeing me is also a good thing okay!” You complained playfully. You made a fist and hit his side arm in a playful manner.

Namjoon pretended like you had hit him with the strength of a fighter which caused you to whine. “Come on! I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said.

“You bruised my ego!” He retaliated, which caused both of you to laugh. “Did you just finish a surgery?” He asked.

You nodded at him, a pout made its way onto your lips without you even noticing, a habit you didn’t notice you had. “I am” you said.

Namjoon stares at you, his eyes were unreadable, but honest to god, you were rather scared of trying to find out on what was his eyes were saying, and so you ignore it.

“Poor y.n, must be tiring right?” He said, in a tone that seemingly babying you. He suddenly put his hands on your shoulders and lightly massage them. You froze for a second upon feeling his palm on your shoulder, before you relax into his hold.

“What will poor father says if he saw his favourite neurosurgeon is giving a massage to a mere resident…” you said, your voice shaky from the massage.

Namjoon laughed at your words. “Oh come on! You are not just a mere resident” he said.

You gave him a smirk and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, a resident who happened to be the director of the hospital’s daughter” you added in.

Namjoon tensed, you can feel it on his hold, before he let go of you. Truth be told, you were rather disappointed that he let go, somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you were missing his warmth now that it feels somewhat cold without his touch.

“That’s not what I-“

“Namjoon? I’m just joking” you quick to assured with a smile.

Suddenly Namjoon turn his whole body at you, looking you dead serious right in your eyes, making you nervous in some way. “I mean it y.n, you are talented, Jimin told me a lot of good things about you, and I know you are a hard worker, and I’m not saying this because you are my boss’ daughter” he explained. “It’s because you care about the patients dearly, and you are a hard worker” he added.

You swore to god you teared up right there right then. For the first time in your medical career, it’s the first time anyone, beside Jimin or Jiwoo, praising you. Not because they want something from you, but they acknowledge you for who you are. You quickly shook the tears off, not wanting to be emotional. “Oh come on! This is unfair, you made me cry” you said jokingly.

“Your father must be proud of you” Namjoon said, unknowingly.

You chuckled bitterly. “I don’t expect much from him” you mutter under your breathe, hoping he wouldn’t caught it. You quickly stood from your seat, giving him a reassuring smile. “Gotta go though, Jimin is having a conference soon” you said.

Namjoon gave you a smile before he stood up too. He suddenly grabbed your hand, making you look back at him, stopping you dead on your track.

“Thank you for last night, you saved my patient”

It was another day. Just another uneventful day. Or so you thought. The yawn that you held for so long can’t help but came out of your mouth. Along with it, a drop of tear trickle down your cheek. Your eyes trained on the computer monitor before you. Your head heavy with thoughts.

The door to the office suddenly opened, making you looked up from the computer. In your head, you were groaning at the stiffness your body was experiencing. “Can I help you?” You asked to the visitor.

A familiar person walked into the room, creating a beam on your face, from ear to ear. Well to be exact, it’s more of what they brought.

“Jimin! My life saviour!” You squealed as you jumped from your seat. Jimin gave you a playful smile in return, while humming to a cheery tune. You immediately dragged your armchair onto the table that was set in the middle of the office, meant for meeting, and well, meals. Jimin took a seat at the centre of the table, while you took one beside him.

“God, it’s chinese?! You really know how to impress a woman don’t you?” You said as you grab a chopsticks and set your food in front of you, knowing that Jimin already know what your order was.

“Well, aren’t you my hardworking resident? Who unfortunately still pull an all-nighter and-“ “Stop with that! Won’t you?” You complained playfully to him. “I really restrain myself from taking night shift you know that!” You added.

“I know, but look at you, I can bet you haven’t gone home since last night” he said before he took a bite of his food.

You froze on your seat. The sense of time really had went out of your head. In your head, your hair is probably the big sign of it, looking like a whole bird nest. Your supposedly tidy pony tail, now so many strands had gone loose. “God, I didn’t know that” you sighed.

Jimin gave you a glare in responded, as in saying “How could you not know?”. His phone suddenly dinged, and so he took it from his pocket, looking at the notification. “Y.n, you don’t mind another company, do you?” Jimin suddenly asked.

You were having a bite of your food, so you really didn’t pay attention to his words. You wordlessly nodded at him, to engrossed on your food.

The door to the office once again opened. And yet you paid no attention, your hunger took over you. In your mind, you think that it’s probably Jiwoo, or well another surgeon. Another surgeon other than Jimin having a meal with you both wasn’t a new thing anyway.

“I’m sorry, I had an unscheduled appointment” A familiar deep honey-laced voice said. You stopped chewing, your eyes widened. You sat a little bit straighter, but not brave enough to look up.

“It’s okay, you’re not late, I just have a bite of my food” Jimin said. You can see from your peripheral view that Jimin was staring at you with a teasing glare, his mouth formed a smirk. “But y.n here… she seemingly hasn’t eat since yesterday” Jimin huffed playfully.

Namjoon chuckled before he took a seat beside you. You gulped down your food, before staring at Jimin with a warning glare. “I’m so sorry you had to see me like this” you said to Namjoon who was arranging his food.

“Y.n, you’re talking like as if I don’t see you at that Italian restaurant, gulping down the food like as if you want to escape so badly” He said before he had a bite.

“Well, in a way, I kinda do actually, but don’t get me wrong, it was not because of you, like at all” You said after gulping down another bite of your food, After talking, you grabbed a bite once again. Maybe you were too focused on your food, or too focus trying to ignore the nervousness in your heart, but when Namjoon stopped to stare at you, with a fond smile on his face, you surely didn’t notice.

He almost chuckled, seeing you eat like there’s no tomorrow, like as if you stopped, someone would steal your food away from you. He looked at you with so much amusement and fondness. Your hair was everywhere, and he was a little bit worried it might bet into your mouth. He carefully reach his hand out towards you. His fingers gently reached for the loose strands that disturbing your eating and might be a little bit itchy on your face. He carefully tuck them behind your ears.

His fingertips touching your ears got you shivering down your spine. You froze on your eating, but seems like Namjoon didn’t notice that, too enticed by you. You weren’t brave enough to turn your head around. No, you weren’t. You don’t know what you should be expecting.

“Your hair was in the way” Namjoon said, his voice was gentle, almost inaudible, but loud enough for you to hear.

“T-thank you” you stuttered. In that moment, you braved yourself enough to turn your head at him. But what you saw, god you could swear your heart wasn’t prepare for it. Namjoon was smiling at you, his smile was just… something that you were more than sure was a gift from God. His dimples were evident. And truth to god, your heart was beating so fast you were sure the whole room can hear it.

Namjoon chuckled before he turn to his food once again, eating it. And everything went back to normal. By normal here you meant, Jimin and Namjoon were chatting about what they’re both missing when they were away. You silently listening in. And yet your heart was still beating loud, your head still full of the thought of him. If Jimin noticed, you were glad he said nothing.

And at one point, it seems like your name was mentioned, which was caught your attention back to the room. “I’m sorry?” You said.

“I just told Namjoon how you haven’t gone back home, and I think that you should go home now, and Namjoon will drive you home” Jimin said nonchalantly.

“Oh come on, you act like this is my first time doing this, I’ll be fine staying in the hospital a couple more hours, and beside I’m still reviewing-“ “A doctor also need lots of rest, y.n” Namjoon cut in.

“But-“

“No buts, pack your bag, you’re going home” Jimin said as he stood up. He immediately went to clean up the table, insisting on you to prepare to go home instead, which earned him a scowl from you.

The car ride to home was fill with you both getting to know each other. How you both grew up. Though you still hide so many, you just told him the enough amount of it, well maybe to the part of your father and you don’t have a really good relationship, but that was all. Namjoon told you how he grew up, how he ended up going to the States before deciding to go back here. You had a feeling that he too was hiding something, but maybe, only time will be able to tell.

“I’m so sorry for troubling you” you said when you’ve finally arrived. a frown on your face, as you felt bad for doing this to him.

“It’s okay, I don’t live far from you anyway, I’m just a building away” he said, with a smile on his face, that you grew to fond of now.

“Thank you for the ride, Namjoon” you thanked him, a smile made its way onto your face.

“I enjoy this, let’s do it another time, y.n”

And somehow it becomes an everyday thing for you and Namjoon to go home together. Some days it’d be you driving, and some with him driving. People would have caught the sudden closeness you gain. Maybe some questioning it, but if they do, nothing has been caught by your ears so far.

It’s rather beneficial really for the both of you. Sometimes Namjoon would come over, and you both would put Netflix on and binge watch some documentaries there. Or sometimes, when things just went awful, or when you have something to celebrate, you both would go out for a drink, get drunk, and call a designated driver. Some days, you both would go on a dinner, when work got too hectic and left you both barely room for breathe. Or sometimes, you both would go to watch a movie that you both have been waiting for its release.

It was one of those days. Where things are just… hard. Nothing is going in your way. You got yelled by a doctor, and even Jimin expressed his disappointment. Jimin was someone who barely disappointed with you, knowing you more than anyone else here. And when Jimin got disappointed, it means you really did something messed up.

Not only that, a patient’s condition was worsened, her kidney was failing on her, and she was just a teenager. And so far, there wasn’t any available donor.

You were walking through the hall when a conversation caught your attention. You can’t help but listening into their conversation. Well, how can you resist when said conversation involving your name being mentioned. It supposedly come as no surprise that people would gossiping about you, and yet, despite knowing better, continue to listen what on they have to say.

“I just don’t get what Professor Kim saw in her, like she’s just a spoiled brat!” A nurse said.

“Are they even dating?”

“No way, I bet they are close because well her father or maybe her want favour” “I bet she actually likes him, but he’s just being too nice”

And that’s it. You had enough. You shook your head in disbelief. Even after years, and your obvious showing of your dislike towards your father, everyone still think you are daddy’s little girl. All things accumulated inside you. You felt so stuffed inside. You had enough. You quickly approached the familiar office, knowing he would be there. You knocked on his door, just in case he has someone inside.

“Come in” Namjoon said from behind the door,

You carefully opened the door. You saw the sight of a woman, seemingly around you or Namjoon’s age. You were more than sure she was the most beautiful woman that you’ve ever seen in your life. Her red lipstick matching her skin tone, like as if it was made specifically for her. The pencil skirt she wore cladding on her skin so perfectly, accentuating her figure. Her aura was almost overwhelming.

“Ah… You have a patient? I’ll come back later than” you said in apologetic tone.

She was staring at you, a smirk on her face. “Oh? Namjoon really didn’t tell anyone about who am I, did he?” She said, her voice was taunting.

You said nothing, being put in an awkward situation. “I’m sorry, I’ll go out” you excused before you close the door again.

But you did not miss it.

You did not miss the last sentence she said, right before you close the door.

“Namjoon, I love you still”

~~~

God and here you thought your day couldn’t get any worse. You really now felt like you were drowning in an ocean of negativity. You don’t know why, and you don’t want to know, but you felt a pang in your heart. You felt your throat constricting. You felt something that you haven’t felt in so long it almost scared you.

You just wanted to be home as soon as possible. Maybe get some drink, and hoping Namjoon would listen to your worries, like he always did. You strut your way back to your office, not caring about your expression anymore, too tired to control it. You can feel the tears of frustration brimming in your eyes, they burn. But still you paid no mind to it.

Especially when a text came.

From [Namjoon]: Sorry, cant go home now, I’ll see you tomorrow

And tomorrow came. If you thought it was any better, well it wasn’t. Not when your father’s secretary suddenly knocked at your door when you were preparing for breakfast. Sunghyun, your father’s secretary, was a rather nice man, and he acted as the messenger between your father and you. Sometimes you felt bad for it.

“What now, Sunghyun?” You sighed, as you see him by your door. “Come in, I made some pancakes” you said while opening your door a little bit wider for him to come.

“No need to, I’ll be quick, your father wants you to be at the Min Corporation gala. It’s well… for fundraising, but your father can’t attend it, and your brother is overseas” he said.

You sighed. If you hate your father, well you hate the galas more than anything. The free food and champagne is an advantage, but the mingling and fake smile for hours was not your cup of tea.

“You know the answer, it’s a no from me” you said before you rolled your eyes.

“And you know the answer from your father, he doesn’t take no, I’ll be going then” Sunghyun said. “And oh! Don’t forget to bring a date, I think your father wants someone in particular and you know who” he added, before he really left you standing by the door

You really don’t know how to break it to Namjoon that your father wants him to go for a gala, and with you on top of that. You can tell him that it’s a work order, but maybe somewhere deep down inside you, you want it to be something more. Beside, you don’t want him to feel obligated to attend.

But you were rather surprised, and rather pleasantly when he easily accepted it. Now, he become your only reason to feel excited about the damn gala. You can already picture the look you were going for tonight.

And with that in thought, you went to the gala with heart giddy. He promised to meet with you at the venue as he had an appointment right before it. You can’t help but let your mind wander on how he would look with a tux on. Your heart beats faster at the thought.

You stepped off your car, and everyone’s eyes are instantly at you. Your hair was set onto a bridal up-do, your off-shoulder emerald gown looking so glamour under the lights, making you look like you stepped out of fairytales, your Saint Laurent pumps accentuating your legs, and your Gucci purse completing the look.

But as minutes pass by from the assigned time, you grew anxious. You tapped on your feet. You were standing at the corner of the room, anxiously waiting for Namjoon. Your eyes keep searching for his figure, wanting nothing but to be with him. And it doesn’t help when you spot your ex, and by god you regret that, cause he caught your stare and was walking towards your way.

A vibrate on your phone making you looked down towards it. A text appeared in the notification bubble.

From [Namjoon]: I’m sorry, I think I’ll be late, Idk if I can make it, but I’ll try, I’m so sorry

You sighed. Disappointment filling your being. You now wasn’t in the mood for anything at all. You wanted nothing but to go home now, and maybe just watch another documentary like you always do.

“Lonely tonight, are we?” Seokjin, who was now standing beside you, asked.

“Shut up, get away from me” you said.

“Why are you not mingling? Are you craving for a beating from your dad?”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

Seokjin chuckled at you. “It’s a pity, you could have just joined me, and if we were still together, you might be having a good time instead of a really suck time” he said, his eyes were mocking you.

“Who said I was alone? My date is a busy doctor, someone who actually works, not just riding on daddy’s fame” you said, your tone was full of malice.

But Seokjin just smirked. He was rather entertained by your action and behaviour. He suddenly leaned in, and whispered to you. “Or maybe, Namjoon is just busy with a certain woman” he whispered. His voice indicating that he indeed knows something.

You shook your head in disbelief. You were angry. Angry at everything. Angry that you let your ex who cheated on you to get to you. Angry that you were losing your composure. Angry that Namjoon lied to you. And that was your breaking point. You didn’t care anymore. You immediately pushed Seokjin away from you harshly.

“Fuck off, Seokjin” you said before you exited the ballroom, back towards your car.

You were just sad. Sad that just why Namjoon would lie to you, why can’t he just say it to your face that he doesn’t want to go with you.

Your face was as emotionless as ever when you come to work the next day. You were more than ready to accept your father’s wrath. And truth be told, you just want to get it over and done with. You can’t wait to go over it, cry a little bit, and maybe then the tension inside you that’s been building will go away.

And by god, you don’t want to face Namjoon today. You avoided him all day, not at all making your way towards his hallway. If Jimin and Jiwoo noticed, they didn’t said anything. But they were rather worried. Because you haven’t said a single word to them. You weren’t letting anyone come close to you. You kept silently doing your job and anything Jimin tells you to.

And then it comes. It was rather funny really your encounter. You were walking towards your office when Sunghyun was walking to your office too.

“Ah, y.n, I was looking for you” Sunghyun said.

You sighed. “Father wants to see me?” You asked.

Sunghyun nodded in pity, as he felt bad for you. You sighed, accepting your fate, knowing you can’t deny it. You rather face him in the office rather than letting him step onto the comfort of your own home. And so with heavy steps, you walked towards your father’s office, embracing the fact that a fiery wrath is waiting for you.

And just like what you were expecting, when you entered the room, your father was there. He was sitting behind his desk. You lowered your head, waiting for the storm to come.

He was looking at you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. His stare was icy cold, something that supposedly you were used at. But not when you can’t help it. Not when you are afraid, knowing very well on what’s about to come. For something that had happened ever since your childhood days. And you can only gaze at the golf club by his desk in fear.

He stood up from his seat. He wasn’t that tall, but you feel small beneath his overpowering gaze. And you feel like you were the 8 years old girl all over again, who was cowering in fear, as her toy accidentally knocked over a fine china. And there he stood, in front of you, just like the old times. You can feel the panic attack start coming over to you.

And then, just like the lightning strike, his hand came fast and hard and land onto your cheek. Your palm immediately went to the burning cheek, grasping it in pain, for sure it would turn red. And then he kicked your shin, making you buckle onto the ground, feeling smaller than you were already.

And he reached for the golf club. At this point, your tears can’t be contained any longer. It fell down onto your cheek. Sobs came out of your mouth, asking for him to stop, but he, just like always, let your words be muffled by his own anger. And just like how his hand, the golf club too now was hitting at your figure, hard, so hard the pain caused you to cry even more. And yet he has no mercy. Not until his anger dissipated.

“How. Dare. You. Ashamed. Me. In. Front. Of. Senator Kim’s. Son. And. Leave. The. Gala?!” He said, with so much anger in his voice, every words for every hit. No doubt purple bruises are now painting your body

“I’m sorry, please stop, please” you sob and pleaded.

And it feels like god answered your prayer, because he stopped. He let out a sigh like as if the tension had left him, and now you were left with so much trauma, so much memories of your childhood came back into you, as you continue to cry more into the floor.

“You really won’t get my words won’t you?” he said with so much anger despite the calm tone.

“Now get out” he said coldly, before he strut back towards his chair.

You quickly get up from the floor. Your steps were shaky as you reached for the door. But as soon as you were out of the room, you run towards your office. You can feel your chest tightening, your throat constricting, as your eyes continue to pour more tears from it.

You immediately went into the comfort of your office, closing the door rather harshly. You lean onto the door and let out gasps of breathe, not really aware of your surrounding. You grasp on your chest, trying to gather some air to breathe on.

When suddenly you felt a figure coming right onto you. Your eyes were wide open. You recognised Namjoon, looking at you, with so much concern and worry in his eyes. You let yourself breakdown, as more sobs coming out of you. Namjoon took a hold of your body as you fell onto the floor.

“You’re okay here, you’re safe” Namjoon said, trying to comfort you. He saw how you look very much disturbed. He saw the angry red print on your cheek. He saw the purple bruises that now is visible as it’s forming on your collarbone and forearm that were revealed. He may have an idea on who might had done this.

“It’s okay, you’re safe here y.n…” he comforted even more, letting you calm down in his hug.

Minutes passed by, and you were much calmer now. And Namjoon not even a second letting go of you, and for that you were so thankful for. He held you in his arms, that now felt so secure and safe for you. It felt like with him here, you have nothing to be afraid of, that he will chase everything off.

“Thank you” you muttered. You nuzzle your cheek into his chest, not wanting to let go of him.

“I need to check your bruises” He said.

“It’ll be fine”

“No, you’re not, talk to me” Namjoon said, his voice stern. He can’t help but feel anger building inside him, a fuming anger, towards whoever did this to you.

And you noticed that. The deep frown in his face says it all. His eyes can’t hide the unadulterated rage behind it.

“Namjoon, I’m okay, I’m fine” you said, reassuring him. Namjoon’s eyes look back at yours. You stare right onto his, wanting to assure him that all is fine now.

“You’re not y.n, you were crying, you were hurt, I swear to god whoever did this-“ You grabbed a hold of his face, you cradle his face onto your palms. “I’m okay hey, I’m here” you said, assuring him. “I’m just glad you are here with me” you said giving him a small smile, despite the lingering fear still left behind in you.

“Is it your father?” He whispered, his voice was so careful, as if he was afraid you would break.

You looked down and nodded. “But it’s okay, I’m used to it okay” you said.

And god, that was even more horror to him. No one should be used to such abusive treatment. “God y.n, that- that doesn’t make it any better” he said, his voice was so quiet, and yet you know he was having so many emotions going on inside his heart.

“I’m going to confront him about this, I’m going to beat him-“

His words were cut off. Of course it was. Maybe it was the spur of the moment, maybe it was something that you’ve been wanting to do for so long and now it finally reaching its tipping point. Maybe it was because he wouldn’t stop worrying, but you did it. You put your lips onto his, cutting him off of his word.

Namjoon was surprised. His eyes were widened, when he realised you were kissing him. Your eyes were close tightly. He held you tighter in his arms, as he reciprocate this kiss.

You both let go for oxygen need. A smile on both of your face. You felt rather shy now, and a little bit afraid. “I’m sorry” you apologised. Your eyes were still trained on your thighs, avoiding his.

Namjoon looked down at you who was till in his arms. He smiled softly, the familiar fondness come back into him as he saw your shy demeanour. A flower bloomed in his heart. “For what?” He asked, a teasing smile was now on his face.

“You know what” you muttered.

“I appreciate the apologise” he said, making you looked up at him. “But I love it, so I’m going to do it again” he said before he kissed you once again. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Happiness and love replacing the feeling in your heart.

But then, the woman popped up into your mind, making you let go.

“W-wait” you said before you let go. “But I don’t want to be in the middle of unfinished business” you said. “Or well that’s what Seokjin hinted…” you muttered.

It seems like Namjoon caught on what you meant. And he gave you a smile… and for some reason you were scared to find out the meaning behind it. “We have nothing going on, for so long now” he said.

You tilted your head at him in confusion, needing more explanation.

“She’s my ex, we almost got engaged, and then I found out, so I break it off, and then she tried to come to me again” he explained.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a rebound” you said, your voice stern.

Namjoon pet your hair, his smile once again appeared. “Yes, I am, I wouldn’t kiss you if it was otherwise, and I chose this over any possibilities” he said,

“And… I’m sorry for not… appearing last night, I had a patient, code blue” he apologised, his voice was so sincere.

You pouted at the memory of last night, not wanting to remember it any longer. “It sucked so bad, I dressed up so well, and for nothing” you huffed. “But if you give me more kisses, maybe I’ll think about forgiving you” you said, as you pretend to think about it very seriously.

Namjoon grabbed a hold of your hand before he gave you a peck on your lips. “I’ll up your request to something better” another peck “What if I take you out on a date?” And another peck.

You beamed at him, giving him even more pecks all over his face. “Okay, tonight then, and I want to go to that new ice cream parlour” you said before you got up and went out of your office, going back to work

The alarm on your phone rang so loud, it able to woke you up from your sweet dream. You groggily reached for your phone and turn it off. Peaceful silence once away fill your bedroom. You then went back to nuzzle into the embrace of your boyfriend. One of his arm was circling around your waist, hugging you tight to him. He softly groaned from beside you, being the victim of your loud alarm as well.

“Good morning” you greeted, a small smile on your face. ��As much as I’d rather be cuddling, we have to go to work” you said.

“Why don’t we just skip work, and have the day all to ourselves?” He suggested playfully. You hit his chest as a scolding.

“Come on, get up Professor, we need to work and tend our patients” you said as you attempted to get up.

But Namjoon had other things in mind. He pulled you back into him, trapping you between his arms, as his upper body hovering over you. He pulled you into a kiss, that you were more than happpy to reciprocate. “We will, but for now, I will have my girlfriend all to myself first” he muttered between kisses.

You smiled into the kiss. His silly words bring a smile onto your morning that usually fill with frown. “You’re lucky I love you” you said, which he hummed in respond as an agreement.

You were both all tangled up in bed, hands on each other, not wanting to leave each other behind. Jimin and Jiwoo would call you both clingy. How could you not when you both worked at the same hospital, sometimes you sleep at his and sometimes him at yours. And yet, you still both longed for each other when you’re away from each other.

But really, there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms, and him in yours.

a/n: AAA IM BACK, THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE DSJKHF i’m watching Hospital Playlist nowadays, so this was inspired by the drama hehe, I hope u guys like it ;-;;; tbh when i made this, i have the look namjoon delivered during MOTS 7 press conference aksjh. Also to anon, I know this takes so long but I’m currently writing your request! Also everyone! Pls stay at home and keep your hygiene!

#bts imagine #bts #kpop #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts angst #kpop imagine #kpop scenario #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kim namjoon #rm #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenario #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst

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iwillgodownwithbuddie · 4 years

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He’s My World

Prompt by @nikolericasands: "Could you maybe do something in which T.K. has anxiety/panic attack while on duty and Carols and Owen are the only ones that can calm him down." **Trigger Warning** Please don't read if reading about drug use, overdosing, or panic attacks could bother you. Also on AO3.

The alarms sounded through Station 126, alerting the team to a medical call. T.K. didn't think anything of it, even though his dad gave him a look from across the room. He climbed up into the truck and put his headset on.

"You sure you don't want to sit this one out?" Owen asked before giving the command to leave the station.

"It's just a medical call. I've been on hundreds of these," T.K. answered.

Owen gave one last "are you sure" look to T.K. before nodding to the driver.

When they arrived at the address given over the loudspeaker, the first thing T.K. noticed was the squad car that had pulled in only seconds before them. "What's Austin PD doing here?"

Judd looked at T.K. and furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you hear anything beyond medical?"

The hopped out of the truck and ran towards the door of the house. Once inside, T.K. realized exactly what kind of medical call this was.

T.K. froze at the scene in front of him. A young boy, looked to be about 16 or 17 years old was lying on the floor, an empty pill bottle beside him. The boy's father was kneeling on the floor beside him, desperately screaming for the boy to wake up. He watched as his team began to work to revive the kid. He watched as Marjan inject Narcan into the kid's leg and Judd started CPR. Carlos was off to the side, taking a statement from the kid's mother. Suddenly, T.K. felt his chest tighten. He couldn't move or breathe. He felt his hands start to shake.

Owen glanced over at his son and frowned as he saw his son in the middle of a panic attack. "Damn it," he muttered. He walked over to where is son was still standing, frozen in place, and placed a gentle hand on T.K.'s shoulder. "Let's get you out of here," he whispered.

T.K. cut his eyes towards his dad. "You can't leave," he managed to squeak out. "You're the captain."

Owen sighed. T.K. was right. When all was said and done, he was the responding captain and paperwork always followed calls. He looked around, wondering who he could trust with T.K. He didn't know who all his son had told about what happened in New York. He was seconds away from having Mateo take him outside to at least get T.K. away from the scene when his son managed to speak a few more words.

"Get Carlos," T.K. whispered.

Owen nodded. "Officer Reyes," he called out, getting the young officer's attention.

Carlos looked over to where the father and son stood. He took one look at T.K. before thanking the frantic mother for her statement and making his way quickly over to his boyfriend.

"Why'd he even come on this call?" Carlos directed at Owen as he grabbed his boyfriend's shaking hands.

Owen shrugged. "I don't think he realized it was a drug-related call. So you know?"

Carlos nodded. "He told me that he's overdosed. I don't know details, though," he whispered.

"Get him out of here," Owen whispered, pointing towards the door.

"Yes sir," Carlos replied, pulling T.K. away from the scene and outside.

Once outside, Carlos led T.K. around to the back of the firetruck and sat the young firefighter on the ledge. "Head between your knees, Tyler. Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth." Carlos kept a hand on T.K.'s back, hoping to keep him grounded.

T.K. did as Carlos told him, and just focused on his breath and the hand on his back. After a few minutes, T.K. lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend's concerned face.

"You okay now?" Carlos asked calmly.

T.K. nodded and held out a hand for Carlos to take.

Carlos laced their fingers together as he sat down next to T.K. on the edge of the truck. "You want to talk about it?"

T.K. took in a deep breath. "It reminded me of that night. Seeing the kid there with the bottle next to him and his dad screaming at him to wake up. Before we moved down here, that's exactly what happened with me."

Carlos squeezed his hand. "You don't have to tell me the details."

"I want to."

"Go ahead, then."

"Most of this is what Dad told me happened. He came to my apartment because I hadn't shown up for my shift. When I didn't answer, he called our station down. They had to break down my door and Dad found me like that kid back there. Passed out on the floor with an empty bottle next to me. I wasn't breathing. They did CPR on me and Dad injected me with Narcan. The only thing I actually remember is waking up, being rolled into the recovery position, puking all over my floor, and then my dad hugging me. They took me to the hospital, and once I was released, Dad told me we were moving down here."

Just then, Owen appeared around the corner of the truck. "You okay, kid?"

T.K. looked up at his father and nodded. "Yeah. I was just explaining to Carlos exactly why I freaked out back there."

Owen sat on T.K.'s other side. "It was a bit of a dejavu moment for me, too. That kid's gonna be okay, by the way. Michelle's loading him up on the ambulance as we speak."

"Do they know why he took them?" T.K. asked.

Owen looked up as he thought quietly for a moment. "I heard you telling Carlos about the OD before we moved down here, but do you remember the first time?"

T.K. looked over at his dad and felt sad for the kid. He had a feeling he knew where this was headed.

Owen still avoided eye contact as he spoke once again. "You were 16 years old. Your mom and I rarely talked, but out of nowhere, she's calling me, telling me to get back to my apartment ASAP. You had sent her a text telling her you were sorry. She told me that you had come out to her and that she didn't react well. I ran the rest of the way home after my shift while calling 9-1-1. I ran inside only to find you passed out on the floor and the bottle for my leftover pain killers on the floor beside you."

T.K. felt Carlos' grip on his hand tighten as Owen told the story. "I woke up in the hospital with you and Mom crying by the bed. Mom started apologizing for how she reacted."

"And I told you that your mom and I had just come up with a new custody agreement where you went to your mom's only when you wanted to instead of every weekend."

T.K. remembered that day. He remembered waking up in the hospital and his mom apologizing before walking out of the room. "You had gone and bought a pride flag pin and was wearing it."

"I just gave it to that kid's dad," Owen told him, finally confirming what T.K. had been thinking.

"Did anyone notice?" T.K. asked timidly.

Owen shook his head. "I don't think so. But you may want to tell them, kid. That way they can help you whenever Carlos or I can't. And maybe stay away from drug-related calls?"

T.K. smiled. "I think I can do that."

Owen clapped a hand on T.K.'s shoulder. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off? There's only an hour or so left on your shift."

"I can take you," Carlos offered, looking at his watch. "My shift technically just ended. Then you won't have to ride back to the station and face any questions they might have just yet."

"But my stuff," T.K. argued weakly.

"I'll grab it," Owen offered. "Go, T.K. I'll see you later."

"Okay," T.K. agreed, wrapping his arms around his dad in a tight hug.

"Take care of my kid," Owen said to Carlos, offering a hand for the young man to shake. "Kid's my world."

Carlos shook Owen's hand in a firm handshake and nodded. "Always. He's mine too."

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #established relationship #hurt/comfort #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #owen strand #judd ryder #mentions other characters

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tom-hanks-is-bae · 5 years

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I need some help. Please.

Okay, so this is my baby, Alex

On the morning of August 25, I lost him. This is a hard post to write.

I drove home late Saturday august 24th because he wasn’t doing well (my mom took care of him while I’m at school but I FaceTimed him every single day)

Alex wasn’t eating or pooping, this has happened before but we can usually get him out of it by using pear juice, baby gas drops, tummy massages, critical care and other things. I knew this time was different. We got him to the emergency vet (over an hour away) at around 8:30 PM. He was different this time.

They took an x-Ray and did some bloodwork and found he had a big gas bubble in his tummy. And the bloodwork showed his potassium and proteins were off. His temperature was Also a little low, running 99ish and rabbits should run over 100

They wanted to hospitalize him for 24 hours but I didn’t want to leave my baby. We stayed for a while and they gave him pain meds, he became very sleepy after this, this is the last picture I have of him alive, he was sleeping in my arms

They started an IV drip to hydrate him and hopefully get things moving, there was also pain medication in the drip.

We left him there but got a hotel 5 minutes away. ($120) I slept absolutely none, and called to check on him ever 1-2 hours.

I called at 4am and they tell me his temperature had dropped (96ish) and were planning on starting syringe feeding at 6am if there were no improvements

He didn’t make it to 6

I woke my mother and we went there straight away. We get there about 4:10 and he was in a small room they have for rabbits and it was really warm trying to raise his temp. At this point we’re doing almost everything, there’s one other thing they can do.

A procedure where they sedate him and go in his stomach with a tube and release the gas (which he still had not passed)

I agree to this because it was a last resort, my baby wasn’t eating or using the bathroom. I sat on the floor and held him for a couple minutes before they took him to do the procedure. I remember holding him and putting my head on his and thinking “I hope this isn’t the last time I get to hold him, I have to remember this moment.” And it was the last time I held him alive.

They did the procedure and the vet comes out and says they got a good amount of gas out and he pooped one pellet, I was hopeful. I went back to see him and he was laying on the table, groggy from the sedation. I rubbed him and told him I loved him. I told them about how sweet of a bun he was, how he loved to get under the recliner and thought it was a game, how he just got a scooby doo chair that made him feel like a king.

They took him back to let him rest and I thought he could use it so I went to the waiting room. I’ve questioned and went over 1000 times or more in my head if I did the right thing. Because about 10-20 minutes later the vet comes and tells me Alex has arrested.

My baby. Writing this is beyond hard. I scream, I cry, she leaves and said something about CPR. I run to the back and open a door, I see him on the table and her trying to revive him. The vet tech comes out and tells me she’s doing what she can, I scream, I beg them to save him. He wanted to come home. I screamed I didn’t care about the money, just to help him.

They brought me my limp baby boy in a blanket, brown stuff all over his mouth and I cried and begged him to wake up. He didn’t. My baby was gone and gone too soon.

To you he may be just a rabbit but he was my baby, he helped me through things in ways I never thought he could. I found a love for rabbits, much more then them just being cute, they have personality and he was the best boy, he just wanted to be loved and he was, but I wanted to love him more and more and more and more.

Early in the night we realized the bill was going to be much more than the money we had in our pocket or our bank accounts. So we applied for care credit and were allowed $1,500. The total ended up being a little over 1,600 and we used $200 something from my grandmas credit card that we will have to pay back to her. The whole time I said “it’s okay, Alex has insurance, they’ll cover most of it right?”

WRONG. I got NATIONWIDE exotic pet insurance for emergencies like this and I submitted a claim. They are willing to give us a whopping $279??? So we called to find out the reason, and here’s the gag. They’ll only cover up to a certain amount of $ for a certain issue, so for GI Stasis (which is in simple terms what Alex had but there was other stuff going on) they only cover $140. They have a limit they will pay for each health issue so essentially Alex would have to have been even worse for them to cover more (I don’t remember what the other $139 went to) the exam itself cost $130. So honestly boycott nationwide because not only did they do this but we called the day it happened and told them to cancel the policy because he was deceased and when we called to question the amount, the policy was STILL ACTIVE!

So I’ve got this thing to pay off and if it’s not paid off in 6 months it gains 14% interest, not on what you have left to pay, but on the entire loan amount. Which is almost $200 more. I’m a student and will be doing work study but I can only work 80 hours per semester and will make less than $700 if I did all that. My dad doesn’t work because he has multiple sclerosis (and so do I, yippi! 😕) my mom is picking up every shift she can but we have extra medical bills because I just started a new medication after having a relapse on my old one.

I’ve been in a super depressed state since losing him, not being able to eat, drink, shower, or just generally take care of myself. This bill is a big stressor because I know it’s stressful to my mother as well and I worry about losing her too. I hope this post gets seen by people that would be willing to help me or at least pass this post on so that others could. I would never ask for this if I wasn’t desperate.

I’d do anything to hold my baby again, to tell him how much I love him, get nose kisses and give him treats, I’d pay even more. I’m going to post a couple more pictures of him and then my links to PayPal/cash app/ and Venmo at the bottom if anyone wants to donate to help me. If this gets a lot of attention somehow and I get enough to pay the bill off I will not let people continue to give me money, I will post updates of the care credit balance once i make payments. Here’s my baby:

My paypal: https://www.paypal.me/mikalaalex

Cashapp: $mikalaalex

Venmo: mikalaalex

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lucyoftheabyss48 · 4 years

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Thoughts on Promare Part 2: The Meaning of the Promare

Read part one: a Galolio relationship analysis--> here.

So I got to thinking, what exactly are the Promare? How do they choose who to dwell in? Why was Lio so much stronger than all the other Burnish? On that matter, how was Kray so strong too? And how does Galo fit in with these two? After thinking about these things, I’ve come to a few conclusions:

1) Kray and Lio are not all that different from each other. Neither of them intended to be villains, they were just at the mercy of their emotions and circumstances.

2) Because of this, Galo wanted to save them both. Galo ended up representing hope for them.

3) A gap or emptiness along with a strong emotion is essential for the Promare to manifest within a person. The Promare fill in the emptiness that the Burnish feel. This will be evidenced by Kray, Lio, and Galo.

Kray’s Fear

Let’s start with Kray. As far as we know from the movie, Kray was an undergrad scientist working with the scientist Deus Prometh when he first became a Burnish. He was young, he had a future, he had his whole life to look forward to. He still had to find his purpose in life. But the second he became a Burnish, it was all taken away from him. He lost everything, with no hope of return.

He was terrified of that. So he used Galo, an innocent child who just happened to get caught in his flames, used him as a stepping stone to become a hero, and eventually leader of Promepolis. He secured his safe future, by becoming someone valuable and worthy to society. He found his place in the world.

But that wasn’t enough to dispel his fear. He was still a Burnish. Resisting the urge to burn took everything he had. The mere existence of the Burnish was a constant reminder of who he really was, the self that he tried so hard to extinguish. The Burnish were monsters, harmful to society, enemy of mankind. But he was one of them. The humans would never accept them — never accept him. To quell his fears, he planned a mass genocide of the Burnish and a migration to a new world with his carefully selected pawns. No one would ever find out he was a Burnish.

No one would ever take away his place.

He would never have to be scared again.

This intense fear is the fuel driving Kray’s every action. He was young and lost and didn’t know what to do with his life. He didn’t know if he would ever amount to anything, but at least he had hope that he could.

The Promare’s foremost desire is “to burn.” And for them, this is synonymous with: “to live.”

Kray was alive, but he wasn’t truly living. He was existing in that gap of the uncertainty of his place and his worth. Combined with his fear of never finding his place, this emptiness and this fear shackled him. It imprisoned him, but he desired to be free. The Promare fed on that, and told him to burn. They told him to live.

As a result, they had killed his hope.

That’s why Kray hates Galo so much. Galo is fair and unprejudiced, willing to believe that Burnish are not all bad, that there are good people among them. He can change his beliefs should he learn new information, and he truly believes that people are strong and good inherently. Including the Burnish.

But Kray hates the Burnish. He hates that he’s one of them. Burnish can never live together with humanity in peace. He thinks that the only choice is to kill them all, so he can hide among the humans in safety and security.

Yet here is Galo, who firmly believes that humans and Burnish can coexist.

Galo, who believes Burnish aren’t all bad, is the one human who could possibly accept Kray’s true self. Galo rekindled his hope, when he had tried all this time to become someone different and quash it. Kray couldn’t stand that, and couldn’t stand Galo, and that’s why he wanted him to die.

Lio’s Wish

We don’t know exactly when or how he became a Burnish, but we do know how he ended up becoming leader of the Mad Burnish, from the Lio-Hen. He knew the Burnish could never coexist with humans. But attacking thoughtlessly would only make life for the Burnish more difficult, as the humans would crackdown on them more should they kill anyone. So he decided that the Burnish would never kill, and just peacefully extract themselves from human society to create a place of their own.

Lio wished that he and the Burnish could just be accepted. He wished that they could live together in peace. He wished that they could have a place in society. But as a Burnish, and as their leader, he didn’t have that. He never could. This was his emptiness.

But the Promare within him told him to burn, told him to live. He couldn’t resist that urge. He knew no Burnish ever could. So he gave up on finding his place in human society, on peaceful coexistence, and chose to lead everyone to creating their own self-sufficient one, away from humans. He wanted to protect them.

Being a Burnish meant Lio gave up hope on finding a place to belong together with humans. He found a new one with his fellow Burnish and with the Promare within himself. But he, like Kray, firmly and strongly believed that Burnish had no place in current human society.

And as we know well, Galo doesn’t think so. Galo stands for hope, for both Lio and Kray when they had given up. He was hope for the future, hope for coexistence, and hope for finding “the place that [they] lost.” He made the two of them believe again that they weren’t monsters, they weren’t outcasts meant to be isolated. They had worth, as people. They were just as human as anyone, and they deserved a place to belong.

They deserved to live.

Galo’s Hope

Lastly, we have Galo. Galo was everything a Burnish could be, without actually being one of them. He is, in a word, fiery. He is hot headed and he can be brash, and he isn’t restricted in the slightest. He lives as he wants to live: with a blazing firefighter’s soul.

He doesn’t need the Promare to burn. He burns all on his own.

And that’s because he had a goal and someone to look up to. Someone he didn’t want to disappoint. Someone he wanted to be like. He did everything with Kray in mind.

But let’s think about this a little deeper. He was just a kid when his house burned down and his family died. He was a nobody, until Kray “saved” him. Then Kray brought him up, encouraged him to become a firefighter, supported him in his every endeavor. And in turn, Kray became a hero and the city governor. Kray became someone important, someone special, because of Galo.

Kray became a hero because of a nobody like Galo, then continued to give him nothing but support and guidance, but also without giving him special treatment. By all appearances, Kray had seemingly unshakeable belief in him.

You can imagine, how important of an existence Kray was to Galo, because Kray had told him he was somebody, when all he had ever believed was that he was nobody.

You can also imagine then, how hurt and betrayed Galo must have been to find out the truth about Kray. This betrayal formed, or rather, revived Galo’s emptiness.

But Lio’s flame filled that gap. Lio’s flame, that didn’t want to hurt anyone, was a flame that wished to protect people. Everything Galo knew had been a lie, but Lio and his flame reminded Galo of the one belief of his that would never go out.

That he was a firefighter meant to save people. That he was somebody meant to bring hope to everyone. And most importantly, that Galo was somebody who could.

That’s why when he punched Kray down after freeing Lio from the engine’s core, he said to Kray, “I’ll save Lio, this world, and you.” That’s why his weapon is a Matoi, meant to be a beacon in the smoke for others to run toward in safety. He is hope, for survival from the flames. He is hope, for life. So when Lio passed the Promare onto him to protect him, Galo burned — not for self-preservation, but to live. He and Lio passed that on to everyone: to Kray, to the world, and to the Promare. He accepted everyone’s wish to burn.

The Meaning of the Promare

The Promare’s foremost desire is to burn, because they are trapped within the earth’s core. They feed on an emptiness, a feeling of incompleteness, that the Burnish provide. Both the Burnish and the Promare only wish to live in freedom. By existing symbiotically, they can burn more freely than they could have on their own. The Promare allowed them to live.

That’s why when Lio tried to save the dying Thyma, or when Galo saved Lio with the Burnish CPR, they pass the Promare from one person to the other. They pass the fire, the torch, to the next person, with the express purpose of having them live.

Kray was hiding the truth about the Promare and the fact that he was a Burnish. Lio was gathering his people to hide them away from the humans in an isolated community. They were both hiding things, and fighting on their own, which forced them to be on such opposing extremes. As the two strongest Burnish, and leaders of their own peoples, Kray and Lio both understood each other in a way no one else did.

And by living in hiding, they had given up on being accepted.

But then Galo came along and told them, “It’s okay to be Burnish. It’s okay to be different.”

Promare is all about accepting our own unique traits, and not giving up on asking for acceptance too. Because if we do, then we aren’t truly living. And I think that’s just one of many great messages this movie is sending.

#promare #galo thymos #lio fotia #kray foresight #promare analysis #anime analysis

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A Kind of Magic

Hey everyone. I am back with the squeal to Under Pressure. This story is also on AO3 and can be found here:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24097855/chapters/58006354

Hope you all enjoy it :)

“Never stop just because you feel defeated. The journey to the other side is attainable only after great suffering.”

“Can I get you anything to drink sir?”

“Just some water would be great, thank you.”

Taron carefully took the small plastic cup from the air hostess and thanked her again as he put it gently down on his tray table, slotting his elbows back into the small space he had as he sat in the middle seat of row twenty-seven on the flight, taking a painful breathe in as sudden turbulence jolted him in his tiny seat.

Inhaling through his nose and then out of his mouth, he moved his body so it was slightly more comfortable in the hard seat, resting his head on the back of his chair. It was a breathing technique he had learnt less than a week ago and he had put it to use many times since he had stepped on the airplane and the reason why he was on the airplane was because of the person who had taught him that breathing technique he was using.

Robyn.

That letter she left for him in the hospital has caused an emotion Taron hadn’t expected to experience and that was loss. After another long sleep helped with medication, he woke only to remember once again that he didn’t get to talk to Robyn before she left and with all the time he had to sit and think in the hospital bed, the more Taron realised that he was not only hurt by the conversation that never happen but at a loss by her sudden departure. He recalled a chat they had had in the store about Robyn needing to take a flight home but with the nightmare they had been through, he really didn’t expect her to go so suddenly. In a day or two perhaps but not a few hours after they had been rescued from the 7/11. He knew she had her own injuries too and having experienced her level-headedness many times throughout their time together in the store, when she made the decision to take her flight, Taron really didn’t believe Robyn was thinking clearly.

His time in the hospital hadn’t been as relaxing as the doctor told him it would be. The decrease in his pain medication on the Sunday night, really brought to light how sore he was and although the pain didn’t compare to anything he felt while sitting in the 7/11, his body ached, stiff muscles and joints feeling the twinge once he was brought to his feet. After his full day of sleeping straight through on Saturday, thanks to the medication he was given, Taron then found it impossible to switch his mind off and spent his time dozing rather than deeply sleeping and any time he did manage to comfortably sleep, he was woken up by doctors on their rounds and nurses checking his IV line. Doctor Hart had come back to see him on Sunday afternoon and did another complete examination of him, and was so pleased with his assessment that he took Taron off the monitor that screened his vitals as well as the oxygen. He left him with his IV as Taron was still finding it difficult to eat anything more than a few bites, though he was pleased to see that this patient was drinking fluids. With some initial help from Ruth, Taron had also managed to be get up and walk a little by Sunday evening, and although his movements were slow, he felt less restricted and by Tuesday could smoothly walk around and had walked as comfortably as he could with his injuries down to the hospital coffee shop with Richard.

Richard, who had to fly back to Chicago on Tuesday afternoon to finish filming, had come to visit him on the Sunday morning as he had promised the day before, bringing with him some clothes so Taron could get out of the hospital gown and change into more comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt and stayed with Taron to be his moral support as he made two important phone calls, one more so than the other.

First was his mam and he wasn’t afraid to admit that as soon as he heard her voice, he broke down and cried, his mam being the one to comfort him instead of the other way around, as it was his plan to reassure her because he knew she would have been worried sick at hearing he was in the hospital.

“Taron, love it’s ok.” Soothed Tina as she heard her son break down in a sob, that cut her to the core, even more so when she couldn’t be there to hug him. “Richard and Robyn have both spoken to me and I know everything love. I know what has happened and that you will be ok.”

It took a few minutes before Taron could actually get any words out and speak to his mam and once he started talking he couldn’t stop, needing to get everything that happened off his chest, his mam listening to every word and interrupting when needed to comfort her son. “It was so frightening mam. I have never felt a pain like it before and there was just blood everywhere.”

“I can only imagine Taron.”

“It was just so easy for that man to shoot off a gun and not think twice.”

“There are some idiots out there but you can’t focus on what happened in the 7/11. You need to look at the positives and the first one I can think of, is that you are here, alive and talking to me.”

“Mam I don’t even remember most of what happened to be honest. There are moments that are completely blank for me.”

“And that is why I am so relieved Robyn was there Taron. I can’t even bare to think about what would have happened to you if she wasn’t there.” It was Richard who had explained to Taron’s mam about how he was given CPR in the store, as per Robyn’s instructions in the letter she had left him, making sure Tina knew how quickly he was revived, more importantly how Taron was going to make a full recovery with no complications and it was information that had really shaken her, knowing she had nearly lost her son. Tina understood so much better now why Robyn had left out so many details of what had happened in the 7/11 when she had called her, the young woman knowing it was only when Tina spoke to her son for herself that she would believe he was ok.

Tina heard her son go quiet very quickly once she mentioned Robyn. “Taron? Taron what’s wrong.”

“Robyn’s gone mam.” He answered quietly.

“Wait, what do you mean gone? I was only speaking to her yesterday.”

“She has gone home. Back to Ireland.”

It was hard for Taron to explain why Robyn left because he didn’t know the answer and it was a surprise that was echoed in his mam’s reaction too. “I don’t understand Taron. She just went home?” Once Richard had spoken to Tina and actually explained what had happened in the 7/11, Tina was desperate to speak to the young woman who had saved her son’s life, particularly when the way she explained what she did for Taron as ‘simple first aid’ was nowhere near the truth. “I really wanted to, well no, I needed to speak to her again.”

“You and me both mam. She just left me a letter explaining that she was sorry and she had to go home.”

“Oh, Taron love.”

The conversation with his mam lasted nearly an hour and then another half hour while he spoke to his sisters, all of them finding it hard to say goodbye to each other, Taron needing another emotional pep talk from his family as tears quickly came to his eyes again as they said goodbye.

His second phone call was to Matthew, his director, who appeared in his hospital room on the Monday morning during visiting hours.

“Jesus Taron.” Was his first reaction when he walked into the room, seeing Taron on his feet as he walked back from the bathroom, wheeling his IV with him as he moved.

“Good to see you too Matthew.” Taron cringed as he sat on the bed. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well I heard my lead actor had an accident. You look like absolute shit.”

“You didn’t need to fly out here.”

“Yes, I did. You are my friend first and foremost and I wanted to come and see you. Make sure you are ok.”

“I am going to be ok. I can actually walk by myself today and it hurts less to move”

“I’ve heard your look of lying on the floor of the 7/11 was worse than this.” Matthew sat on the chair beside the bed.

“I’ll live.” Replied Taron as he eased himself back onto the pillows behind his back.

“I have also heard rumours that you nearly didn’t.” Taron looked to his director from under his eye lashes. “So, it is true. Isn’t that something you think you should tell me.”

“Who were you talking too? My mam?”

“No Richard. I called him when you were quite sparse with the details of what had actually happened in the store. Why didn’t you bloody tell me you were given CPR Taron.”

“It’s not something I really like to talk about. It’s not good to dwell on the fact that you died for a minute.”

“Ahh shit Taron.” Taron couldn’t meet his eye. “What happened?”

“The doctor told me that the combination of all the injuries I had sustained and sitting in the store for over nine hours with no pain relief just caused my body to shut down.”

“Jesus Taron.” Matthew had no idea Taron had been through such horrific trauma. “The paramedics gave you CPR?”

He took his head. “There was a girl, well a woman… Robyn and she gave me CPR. Got me back breathing in under a minute.” Matthew sat back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “I am going to be ok. All my tests and results came back clear and the doctor is really happy with my recovery so far, quicker than he expected too. I have been up and walking around the ward and they plan on taking my IV out tomorrow. I was told I will be sore and tender for a few weeks and need to take it really easy.”

“CPR Taron, Jesus Christ. How did she not break your ribs?”

Taron shrugged his shoulders, regretting the simple movement as his left hand went to his right arm to soothe the twinge he felt from the wound there. “Doctor Hart was left puzzled too but it doesn’t mean she didn’t go hard.” Taron pulled up his grey t-shirt letting Matthew see the palm shaped bruises on the middle of his chest. “She went hard.” Repeated Taron as he pulled his t-shirt back down. It wasn’t until Taron took a shower that morning, one that was badly needed, that he saw the bruises on his chest from Robyn’s hands, bruises that hit home to him, just how important Robyn’s actions were. If Taron’s chest was sensitive and uncomfortable, he could only imagine the state of Robyn’s hands.

“She saved your life.” Taron nodded, his hand resting on his chest. “Well where is this woman. I would very much like to meet her.”

Taron lay back in the bed really not wanting to have this conversation again but with a calming breathe, he began to relay the story of ‘Robyn’.

Matthew left Taron with a hug and assurance that the filming of the movie had been suspended until Taron was back to full health and it was the way it was going to be, no matter how much Taron protested over it.

“Excuse me can I just get past you please? I need to stretch my legs.”

Taron was pulled from his memories and looked to the man sitting to his left. The downside to sitting in the middle of the row at the window, was having to move every time the passenger next to him needed to leave the seat and this was the third time since they had left the airport in South Carolina that the passenger to his right had wanted to get out of their seat. Gritting his teeth, Taron lifted his plastic cup of water, drank it down in one and then clicked his table back in and gingerly getting to his feet as his ribs protested at the quick movement, slid out of the row and into the aisle, allowing the customer to exit the row.

“Thank you.”

Taron gave him a nod and turned to the other passenger in the row. “I think I will have a stretch too.” He said using it as an excuse at not having to sit back down and then having to get back up again. He didn’t think he would able to hold in the groan if he had to get up and down twice in the space of five minutes and with his body already objecting to sitting so straight and so still for the last two hours, he thought maybe a walk would loosen his tight muscles.

Pulling his hat further down on his head he started to take slow steps down the skinny aisle. It was an overnight flight and the majority of the passengers on the flight were asleep, taking advantage of the low lighting and hum of the plane. Taron hadn’t properly slept in the last five days and couldn’t help but feel jealous of those who easily slumbered in their seat. It was actually his third flight and thankfully his last one before he landed in Dublin and the late-night flight would have him in Ireland at eight fifty am on Thursday morning.

However, it hadn’t been so easy as hopping on a plane. He had to fight his case with Doctor Hart to be discharged from the hospital four days earlier than planned.

“No Taron. Absolutely not.”

“Please just listen to me.”

“No Taron.”

“You told me that if I listen to the nurses and walk around you would discharge me.”

“Yes, at the end of the week, not today Tuesday. End of the week, Friday, probably even Saturday.”

Taron followed the doctor out of the door his room and to the nurse’s station. “I am not asking to be discharged today.” He said as the doctor stopped at the desk where Ruth was sitting. “I am asking to be discharged tomorrow.”

“For goodness sake Taron, are you trying to end up back in the hospital? You have only just come off the IV line.”

“I promise I will rest and take it easy but I need to go. I need to leave the hospital and I can’t do that until you discharge me.”

“And I am not going to do that Taron. I am sorry but even with your quick recovery, I won’t risk it.”

“Then write on the fucking papers that I understand the risks and let me go!” Shouted Taron, running his hands frustratedly through his hair, wincing as he brushed the dressing on his forehead.

“Taron…” Ruth stood up. “Hey, take it easy.”

Letting a sigh leave his lips, Taron looked to the Doctor. “I am sorry.” He said. “I am really sorry but I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t sit in that bloody room with my thoughts. I need to leave.”

“Taron, it’s four more days.” Replied the doctor. “I really want to be sure that you are not carrying any secondary injuries.”

“You told me I was clear on Sunday. You said you were amazed at how I had gotten to my feet so quickly, at how I adapted to the change in my pain relief.”

“And I am.”

“Then please let me go.” Begged Taron.

“Why are you so desperate to leave the hospital?”

“Robyn.” Answered Taron simply.

“Robyn? Sorry Taron you are going to have to explain that a bit better to me.”

He pulled the letter from the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled down the neck of his t-shirt. “These are the only two things I have from Robyn. A letter and some bruises. I cannot explain it, I don’t know how to explain it but all I know is that I feel empty, hurt and at a loss that this is all I have from the person who saved my life with no way to contact her.”

“You also have your life.” Chipped in Ruth. “You said you only have two things, but you have three. The letter, the bruises and your life.”

Doctor Hart looked impatiently to Ruth who shrugged her shoulders at him. “I don’t understand what any of this has to do with me discharging you early.”

“Ooh are we having a staff meeting?” Doctor Keane walked up. She was completing her rounds, when she heard raised voices at the nurse’s station and recognising one of those voices as Doctor Hart, went to see what was going on. She was surprised to see his patient standing beside him, looking frustrated and upset, even more surprised to see Taron on his feet as the last time she saw him, he was almost writhing in pain. “Hey Taron, it is good to see you on your feet. You look really well. Really well actually. What’s going on? Are you trying to raid the nurse’s chocolates?”

“He is asking to be discharged.” Scoffed Doctor Hart.

“What? Taron?”

“Robyn left.” Taron turned to the new doctor. “I mean the woman who…”

“… Gave you CPR. Yeah, I know her. I stitched her up.”

Taron had to double take. “You stitched her up.”

“Well yeah. I popped two stitches in her shoulder and examined her when you all came in from the 7/11.” Phoebe watched as the Taron’s eyes widened in surprise. “But you wouldn’t know any of this because she left and went home. Did you even get to see her before she left?” She watched as Taron shook his head, causing her to move forward and place a hand on his shoulder. “She took her flight home, didn’t she?” Taron nodded again, feeling that sadness he had been trying to keep at bay creeping into him. “Please tell me you are not going after her.” She was met with watery tired green eyes. “Taron…”

“Don’t.” He said talking two steps backwards so her hand fell from his shoulder. “Don’t ‘Taron’ me. I am not ashamed to say that I was shit scared in that 7/11 and there was one person there keeping me calm and together and that was Robyn. She never panicked. She never showed an ounce of fear and she didn’t think twice to helping when I was caught under that shelving unit. She held my hand for near five hours straight and she only let go to find a way, that I have learnt since, that risked her life so she could save mine and then she undertook something that I can’t even begin to comprehend because it causes my chest to tighten up and my stomach to turn and I haven’t been able to talk through my daunting emotions because the one person I needed desperately to talk to left. I am not going to go and do something stupid. I am not going back to work. I am going to go and find her; I need to find her.” The two doctors and the nurse watched as Taron took two breathes and closed his eyes as he tried to settle his emotions. “I cannot wait until Saturday.” He said his hands rubbing his eyes as he wiped unfallen tears away.

Doctor Keane looked to Ruth. “You got a spare chair back there Ruth.” The nurse nodded and the doctor walked around the desk of the nurse’s station and wheeled the chair around behind Taron. “Will you sit for me?” She asked him and held onto the chair as he carefully lowered himself into the soft leather, his head going straight into his hands, a wince filling his features with the movement. Phoebe could see the young man in front of her starting to crumble and she was nervous about him standing, much more comfortable when he was sitting down.

“Taron, look at me.” Doctor Keane knelt in front of him, placing two hands on his knees, feeling his legs shaking under her touch.

“Phoebe…” Started Doctor Hart but he stopped when he saw the look on Phoebe’s face. It was one he was used to seeing from his colleague when she was displeased.

“Taron, sweetheart, look at me.” Beautiful green eyes which were laden with grief and pain unwillingly looked at her. “Why do you need leave the hospital today? Why can’t you wait until Saturday? You know you were seriously hurt and although you are up and walking about and might feel a lot better than you did three days ago, your body is still healing and when we ask you to stay in the hospital, it is for a reason.”

“You looked after Robyn?” Asked Taron looking at the doctor and when she nodded, he continued. “Did she speak to you about what had happened?”

“To be honest, not really. I kind of had to drag it out of her. She was battling with a lot of emotions.”

“So after speaking with her, you can understand how I am feeing right now but the one person who properly understands what I am going through, the one person I needed to talk to and see when I woke up was gone and all that was left was a letter. I know you are all trained professionals and you have all taken such great care of me and helped me and I am so thankful to you all but please realise it is Robyn I am indebted too. It is Robyn’s solid presence I crave so I can get these building emotions under control because I feel like I am going to burst and as much as I need Robyn, it seems like she needs too. Richard and I have had the chance to talk about what has happened, but who has Robyn spoken too? I know we are strangers but I learnt one thing about Robyn as we were pushed together in such a horrific situation and that is, she is very stubborn.”

“Well that is something we can agree on. Robyn is a very determined young woman.”

Taron looked to the doctor. “I was breaking through those walls. She let me help her and I can’t explain how she helped me. I can’t form the words to describe what she did for me and if I am feeling so shaken and almost traumatised by what happened to us, imagine what Robyn is feeling. I need to talk to her. I need to see her. I just can’t wait until Saturday.” Taron placed his head into his hands again, trying to stop himself from breaking down in a flood of tears.

Doctor Keane turned to look at Doctor Hart and giving Taron’s knee a squeeze stood up and looked to Ruth who moved from her place at the nurse’s station to stand beside Taron as his body started to shake with effort he had just made to fight his case. It had taken a lot of energy which he didn’t have.

“No Phoebe. Don’t even start defending him. He is my patient.”

“And Robyn was mine.”

“She was nowhere as badly hurt as Taron was.”

“I don’t think that is something you can prove Steve. Just because Taron’s injuries are more visual than Robyn’s.”

“He was shot with a bullet.”

“And she gave him the CPR that saved his life and we both know it is the person who performs the CPR that is affected more and before the CPR came into play, wasn’t it Robyn who cleaned Taron up and stopped him from panicking. It would have been a very different outcome if she wasn’t there.”

“I understand all that Phoebe and I have met Robyn and saw that she was very vital to Taron’s condition when he arrived at the hospital. I saw her talk to him kindly before I brought him to the CT scan and believe me I know how she saved his life, I examined him but I just don’t feel comfortable letting him leave the hospital only four days after he was admitted, a day after coming off an IV line.”

“Steve, he’s not going to go and do anything reckless. He just wants to go and see the girl who saved his life. Don’t you agree with him when he says Robyn is the only one who understands what he has been through?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then shouldn’t we give them both the opportunity to heal their mental health too?”

“She chose to leave.”

“It wasn’t as easy as that for Robyn. Believe me. Her emotions were very raw too, just like Taron’s and while at the time she saw Taron as her responsibly, once he was in the hospital being cared for, she had her own responsibilities to think about and being a very sensible adult, she made a decision that was extremely hard for her. I have no doubt in my mind that Robyn wouldn’t have left if she didn’t have too.” Phoebe took Steve’s elbow and led him down the corridor a little. “They need to talk this through with each other. If he arrives at her door, do you honestly think she is going to turn him away?”

“He needs rest, not a reunion.”

“I am sure you have gathered by now that Taron is not from here and is working here, work that I am sure has been postponed until he is fully fit. He is not going to stay in America to rest, he will want to go home so he is going to have to take a flight where he will more than likely go to his apartment or house and be by himself…”

“… Or to his family.”

“Who have no idea what he is going through and I would like to point out that you have not argued with me on the ‘flight’ part of that sentence.” Doctor Keane continued before Doctor Hart could protest. “Surely he would be better off going to see the person he has been connected with in the most unusual way possible. There is no one else who Taron can talk to about this and I know for a fact, seeing as how I was the doctor who looked after Robyn that she desperately needs someone to talk to as well and that person should be Taron.”

“He wants to leave tomorrow Phoebe.”

“And?”

“And he has sustained some serious injuries.”

“And?”

“Phoebe!”

“For a man who has been shot, technically died and been through so much stress and anxiety in the last four days, he is still pretty resilient and you and I both know he will not give up that easily and as I speak, he proves my point. Here he comes.”

Taron couldn’t hear the conversation that was going on once the two doctors had moved away from him so even though Ruth tried to stop him, he got up from the chair and walked over to them.

“Look I am sorry for causing a fuss over this. I really don’t mean too. I just… I can’t… I don’t…” Taron stopped and took a shaky breath as he tried to think of what to say, taking another as words failed him. “The hurt, more than the physical hurt, is indescribable and intense and the only person who is going to help me get through this is Robyn and I truly believe that I can help her too. I promise I am not going to do anything that is more than getting a flight, seeing Robyn and sleeping a lot.”

Taron didn’t know if it was the private chat from the second doctor or his pleading but Doctor Hart agreed to discharge him the next day, with strict instructions that he was to rest, take the medication he was to be prescribed and if he felt faint, dizzy or short of breathe he had to go to the local doctor at once.

“Can I ask a favour though?” Chanced Taron talking more to the doctor who had looked after Robyn, feeling it was because of her that Doctor Hart had agreed to sign his discharge papers early. “I don’t know where she lives. I don’t even know her surname. Is there any way you can give me her address from the medical forms she had to fill in please? Or even a surname and I can try and find her myself.”

“That’s some serious breach of doctor and patient confidentially Taron.” Smiled Doctor Keane but without a second thought, walked to the nurse’s station and pulled out Robyn’s file. “Robyn Quinn, Poplar Road, Kilcreen, Co Kildare, Ireland.” She enjoyed the genuine smile that lit up his handsome features as she read out Robyn’s address to him and the unexpected hug he walked around the nurse’s station to give her too.

“You must promise me that you will look after yourself and Robyn too.” She said as she gently hugged him back.

Taron thought he was going to have a tougher battle on his hands when he called his mam to tell her that he wasn’t actually going home to Wales but rather to Ireland but Tina, who desperately wanted to see her son and hug him tight, supported his decision completely.

“Do not apologise to me Taron. Of course, you know I would rather you came home but I also understand this is something you have to do. You need to mentally heal after what you have been through and as much I would love to be that person to help you do that, I know it can’t be and I agree with you, Robyn needs this as much as you do.”

It was his mam who helped him to book the flights over the phone there and then but unfortunately as it was coming to the end of the summer season and most flights were fully booked, the only way to get to Ireland was by taking three flights. One from Tampa to Orlando, Orlando to South Carolina and then South Carolina to Dublin. It was a trip that would take about twenty hours with layovers included but it was his quickest option to get to Robyn so he took it without question.

Richard had already dropped his duffle bag off to him when they had said goodbye to each other Tuesday afternoon, Richards own work commitments meaning he had to leave his friend and Taron was so thankful for Richard when he opened the bag to see brand new t-shirts and jeans in his duffle as well as a peaked hat, some hoodies and a packet of turtles. Taron had only packed shorts and light t-shirts for the weather in Florida. He had already confessed to Richard that he was planning to go and find Robyn when they had a coffee yesterday morning and instead of telling his friend he was stupid, Richard told him he would bring his bag to him, filling it with new clothes, giving him a very supportive hug before he left.

Taron passed by the air hostesses as he walked down the aisle, giving them a smile as he kept going towards the front of the plane, the walking helping a little to relax tired muscles. With the flight being booked so last minute, Taron could only take whatever seat was available to him. He wasn’t bothered by travelling first class or anything like that but really would have liked to have gotten a window seat for the longer flight to Dublin but unfortunately was stuck in the middle for each flight and it was hard having no space either side of him to stretch or move a little and sitting in the middle meant there was not a chance of getting some sleep. He was thinking about using his table as a pillow but figured he would end up regretting staying in that position for too long, so he sat with his hat pulled down low, his eyes closed. He had already taken his pain killer before he got on the plane and it was helping to take the edge of the more severe pain he felt but as he walked up the aisle, each step caused a ripple of discomfort through his side and head.

Taron turned and started to walk back down toward the back of the plane and his seat. Right now, he may have been on the plane on his way to Ireland, but once he got there, he was at a loss of what to do next. It was a rush of booking flights, getting prescriptions filled and completing final examinations so Doctor Hart was absolutely sure he was happy to discharge Taron and he had left the hospital just before six that morning to get to the airport so once he got off the plane in Dublin, he actually didn’t have a plan for what to do next.

He had Robyn’s name and address and that was it and would figure out the rest when he landed. He reached his seat and apologised as the passenger at the end who had to get up to let him back into his seat which he carefully shuffled into, easing himself down. He clicked his seatbelt back in and leaned his head against the chair, closing his eyes and ignored the butterflies in his stomach.

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borhapparker · 5 years

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not waterproof | peter parker x stark!reader

summary: summary: being tony's daughter and having the same accident he did gave you a reason to obtain a suit like your fathers', yet it comes back to haunt you when hulk turns against the team and you're the one in the line of fire.

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Y/n Stark was a big public figure. She had graduated with Peter from Midtown a couple months ago, and much to her father's protest, she fights alongside the Avengers.

The shrapnel that her dad had in his chest, had managed to pass on to her, as one day, she had been minding her own business when a building full of expensive technology had fallen close to her and had thrown a piece of metal into her chest, just like her father.

She had the same electro-magnetic energy in her chest, helping her keep the shrapnel from knocking into her heart, and from that, she had built her own suit.

Just like her father's Iron Man suit.

Her's had a personal AI system, that was also named Karen, just like her boyfriend Peter's AI suit. It took her many months to get the systems right, changing the dimensions and the different thrusters for her suit, and after some help from her father, she was able to perfect her suit.

Most people called it Iron Woman. She didn't really like the name, and chose to just be called either Y/n Stark or her father's suit name.

5 months ago, her father had let her join the Avengers, Peter joining her and going on missions with them. She got to know each and every one of them, even being there and fighting alongside her dad when Steve and Tony disagreed over the United Nations contract. She was there when Peter was offered a new suit and he turned it down, which had made her happy. She was there when Tony fake proposed to Pepper and when they got "married." She was there when Steve broke the rest of his team out of the water prison.

Even though she had trained with the best, and had been watched and studied by her father, nothing could prepare her for the biggest fight of her life.

The fight against their own Hulk.

He had been controlled by Thanos, taking the form of the most angriest Bruce had ever been and had been going around, attacking New York and putting everyone in danger.

She was fighting, Captain America on her right, Black Widow on her left. Her thrusters were working, as Cap threw a piece of metal in the air and she shot a ray of light, towards it, throwing it directly at Bruce, who ducked and screamed with anger.

"We need to get him away from the city."

"Let's lead him to the bridge. Underoos cleared it."

Y/n rolled her eyes, at her father's nickname for her boyfriend. She turned, quickly looking around at the other Avengers trying to control Bruce and saw her boyfriend, swinging from building to building, nearing an angry Bruce as he activated his taser webs, linking them to Bruce and unleashing the electric shock. Bruce screamed out, feeling it through his veins, now getting more angrier and knocking Peter from the web, throwing him through a glass window.

"Karen, check for Peter."

"He's alive."

"Oh, thank god."

Y/n immediately had a plan, as she communicated with the rest of the Avengers, and getting the closest to Bruce.

"Hey, Banner, you want to play?"

Bruce screamed out, getting more angry by the second as he started chasing the young woman in her suit, who just propelled herself into the air using her thrusters, Bruce close behind. The rest of the Avengers were already at the bridge, watching the girl and a Hulk chase behind her, nearing closer and closer to the bridge.

"Kid, be careful. He's coming to your left."

She swerved, her body immediately moving to the right, as she avoided Bruce's hand, almost grabbing her leg. Her flight power propelled her forward, as she stopped right in front of the bridge, a building to her right and another one to her left.

Bruce, instead of heading straight for her, he headed to the building right next to her, throwing the building off to it's side, straight at Y/n.

She managed to duck the first few pieces of the debris, but then a bigger piece came at her, unexpectedly, and she was throwing right into the ocean.

"Y/n!"

The water came rushing out of nowhere, as she moved her body, the suit starting to push away nearby debris, as she was pushed deeper and deeper into the water.

She could still hear the Avengers fighting Bruce, her earpiece connected to theirs as she heard her father's voice and then Peter hyperventilating.

"Oh my god, I was right there, I could've helped her. Karen, scan the ocean for a heartbeat. Please, please, please, let there be a heartbeat."

She was gasping now, water entering her suit, as a large wire from the building was suddenly dropped onto her neck, pushing down from both sides and limiting her movement. She was stuck. Her arms were moving towards her neck, as she struggled to keep the water out of her mouth. Her arms, now wrapped around both sides of the wire, started pushing it up, away from her neck.

She was free. She could propel herself forward and out of the water.

Then, came the biggest piece of debris of all.

It crushed her, completely limiting her movement as more water poured into her suit, choking her and limiting her breathing.

"Peter!"

"Y/n! I'm coming down to get you, I promise!"

She couldn't say anything else, as water kept pouring into her mouth. She was no longer calm, but gasping for air every second. Her suit's AI noticed her change in heartbeat, as she alerted Peter and his own AI.

Peter, as soon as he got the message, he made a full scan of his suit, Karen adjusting it so it could withstand 5 minutes underwater until water would start pouring in. Thor, immediately looking at the distraught kid, nodded, telling him he would go with him.

Without another thought, Peter dived into the water, using Thor as a help as they were both swimming down towards the debris. Karen, his AI was guiding him, until they were on top of a big mountain of rubble.

"Karen?"

"She's underneath. Her heartbeat is beating increasingly fast."

"Thor, we have to hurry."

The god nodded, as he started lifting rubble and helped Peter lifting the debir from her body until her suit was visible. With the help of Thor, they grabbed her suit, pulling her up and out of the water, Thor flying them away from the battle.

Their feet on the ground, Peter removed his mask, kneeling down and pulling off her mask, her eyes closed and completely passed out. She wasn't breathing.

"Karen!"

"She's not breathing, Peter."

"I need to do CPR."

"It's too late, Peter."

"No! It's not too late! Karen, override her suit and open it. Now!"

Immediately, Y/n's suit opened, revealing her soaked clothes sticking to her figure, chest staying still as Peter opened his own suit and placed his hands on her chest, trying to revive her. Quickly trying to do CPR, he stopped, remembering something Y/n had told him when she was testing out her final update for her suit.

"Peter, do you want to see the new features I added to the suit?"

"Yeah!"

"If you were to, for example, be dead or something or your heart would stop, there's an override chip that your suit can hack into mine and when you activate it, it immediately sends a jolt through my body and restarts my heart."

"Does it work?"

"Uh, 99.99% of the time."

"Let's just hope it works when we need it to."

Peter put on y/n's suit again, and immediately overrides her commands, activating the chip.

Her body jolts forward, mask still off as she starts coughing up water, her chest contracting and expanding with every breath she took.

By now, he was alone with her, helping her get her breathing back and reassuring himself that she was okay.

Once she had stopped coughing up water, she looked up at Peter, eyes filled with tears as she took off the suit, before sitting up and wrapping her arms around Peter.

"Thank you."

"I wasn't just going to let you die when I knew I could save you."

"Did you override my suit?"

He nodded, face pressed into her neck as he started crying. Not from sadness or pain, but because she was alive. And he had managed to save her.

"Thank you, Peter."

"You're welcome, darling."

Her suit had reassured her that she was okay and her breathing was back to normal, but the only thing that let her know she was truly alive, was feeling Peter's body pressed up against hers, as their lips met for a passionate kiss.

He had saved her.

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the-cursed-prince-au · 5 years

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The Cursed Prince AU

(For more details about this AU please check the tag: The Cursed Prince AU)

The Cursed Prince AU takes certain aesthetics from How to Train Your Dragon, certain ideas from Beauty and the Beast, as well as other fairytale ideas, bringing the AU to life!

“The Tale of Two Brothers” as the story was called, was of course in the village, just a legend. However, the story was not just a myth, but reality.

The two brothers were young princes, both vastly different from one another. Their names at the time were lost to history…Until now.

Virgil was the older brother, the heir to the throne. An anxious young boy at the time growing up with his royal family. He was quiet, reserved, and polite, mostly keeping to himself, but always told stories to the young children of the village.

His brother, nicknamed Deceit, was the younger brother. As a child he used to be a kind kid, he loved jokes and laughed all the time, and what earned him his nickname, was a liar. He lied, sure, but at first, it was the white lies that just made you laugh.

The boy’s Father was a reserved man and their mother gave both of the kid’s lots of love to make up for their father’s cold demeanor.

When Virgil turned 10, his mother and father were kind and loving (Although his father had a difficult time showing it) and their whole kingdom prospered.

It wasn’t until one fateful day where a shadow loomed over the village and fire came down from the sky.

The village was in a panic, running and hiding for cover in complete chaos.

Virgil ran, helping people get to cover until he came face to face with the beast.

However Virgil didn’t see the monster everyone else saw, he saw a creature who had intelligent eyes and seemed frightened. He tried to connect with them, and he was about to when his mother screamed his name.

The creature startled by the noise, let out a roar and continued his reign of terror, sending Virgil running back to his mother. The two ran through the village trying to find a safe hiding place. They could feel the heat of the fire from the houses now engulfed in flames.

They managed to get back to the palace, and the dragon circled outside, it’s tail smashing against the building, the fire from the neighboring huts caught onto the palace walls, and flames licked up the sides of the palace.

The boy, who is now a man, still remembers, the fear his felt, the heat of the fire, the shaking of the ground. His mother knew how unstable the building was ordered him to run out the back. They ran through the palace, avoiding the fire and the crumbling of the walls. The beams began to fall and the palace began to crumble. The door was in sight and he continued running, beams from the building nearly crushing him. Another flaming beam fell in front of the door, blocking their only way out.

His mother quickly scooped him up in her arms, placing a kiss on his forehead, mumbled how much she loved him. She took off her necklace, placing it around Virgil’s neck explaining how it’ll protect him, and hoisted him out the open window. The beams fell behind him before he could scream his mother’s name, the palace collapsing to the ground, engulfed in flames.

His mother died, because of that dragon…

To this day the prince still has that necklace.

The father became harsh and unloving, angry over the fact of his wife’s death, he hid his grief and suffering, and sadness, by replacing it with anger and hostility, blaming his oldest son for the queen’s death…

Deceit began to trick and manipulate his way into his father’s good graces. He didn’t succeed.

Sensing that he wouldn’t be able to be seen as good he decided to do the next step, he slowly started destroying Virgil’s reputation by spreading untrue rumors.

Over and over again, Deceit tried to kill his brother, without making it seem as he committed the crime. And over and Over again, He had failed to do so.

Deceit used a series of dark spells that were forbidden, and if done incorrectly or at all, can change what you are, corrupting you. There were countless stories of witches and warlocks who tampered with the wrong forces, paying dearly.

Deceit was one of those people.

In Deceit’s climb for power, he tried multiple times trying to curse his brother,

He tried using spells that would make him keel over and die, or turning him into nothing but an insect, crushing him in the process.

Each and every time, Deceit failed, getting himself more and more corrupted. He could feel himself change into something horrible.

He began wearing gloves claiming that the flu was going around the kingdom and didn’t want to spread it, while in reality, he could feel the scales replacing his skin, crawling up his arm. His nails were growing to become thick sharp claws.

He didn’t show much skin anymore, making up every excuse and lie he could come up with.

Things have gotten very suspicious when Deceit came home one day wearing an eye patch, claiming he had been careless and had hurt himself.

During a late night, Deceit decided to “comfort” his brother, while at the table. Virgil was more stressed than usual and the younger brother thought this was the perfect time to strike.

In an attempt to calm him down, Deceit poured him a drink, pouring a potion into it that would change Virgil’s life forever.

The potion began to take effect, turning the future king into one of the most hated creatures in the village, a creature if spotted was killed on the spot.

A creature that ruined his past and his future.

A dragon.

The prince-turned-dragon fled from the castle, knowing he could never return in his new form.

Proud by what he’s done, he took his brother’s tattered jacket, dipped it into goats blood and staged his brother’s death to his father.

He was now the future king.

His father torn by grief gave the power to his now only son.

Deceit tossed away the eye patch, revealing the eye of a snake and claimed he would be the new ruler and he would have no heritage.

He was going to plunge the city into an age of enlightenment.

Others knew of his cruelty and claimed he would drive their entire city into the ground.

Virgil now dubbed, “Anxiety” for his fight or flight reflex, fought against many men and dragons. He was battle hardened. He was quick. He learned new tricks to help him survive. He began to get thinner. His feet quiet and light. His movement small. His breathing silent. He was a hunter of the night. Most of those who dared to fight him never came back. Most people who stumbled upon him never came back either. That was until a certain boy wandered into the cave. This was a child. No more the five. Virgil looked around before going up to the child and sniffing him, his spikes rising in defense. He looked around. Right as he was about to turn away, he heard a man yell “NOW” as he was bombarded by all sides. He fought viciously, leaving no man alive. Not even the boy…

He was a murder…a monster, with no way to break the curse. He didn’t know how. Was it love? He wondered. He scoffed, well it was more of a half growl. He could no longer speak human language. No one could love him…not like this.

Years had begun to pass and with each passing year, the dragon grew lonelier and his heart grew colder.

He began lashing out. He attacked anything that came within his territory. He became less human, and more dragon. He saw everything as a threat. He would growl and half bark at other dragons. Everyone learned to stay away from the one cloaked in the night sky.

There were times where he thought was living even worth it? He missed his village, he missed his people. He, however, did not miss his estranged father. He did not earn the title. There were nights where the dragon cried himself to sleep, missing his old life.

All he could do in that cave was remember.

Remember his mother’s laugh.

His father’s jokes.

His brother’s pranks.

It almost made him smile.

But then there were other memories.

The roaring of a dragon.

The terrified screams of his people.

A cold stone in his hand.

The heat of the fire.

And loss.

So much loss…

That is until a man named Patton, the new heir to the throne, a kind young man, stumbled upon his cave during a harsh snowstorm.

With Logan, Roman, and Patton,

A man of knowledge, a royal knight, and a kind prince work together to keep the dragon a secret from the people. To try and change the biased minds of the villagers, opening up their minds to the idea of dragons

This is where the story begins…

Logan:

Logan is the General of the Army in Rose-Gold, the kingdom where Patton, Logan and Roman reside. Logan has had a pretty rocky past growing up. His parents were murdered when he was no older than 7.

His parents were loving, kind and very smart. They gave him books although they couldn’t provide him a top school education. They homeschooled him and as Logan got older he started teaching himself. Reading every book he could find, and rambling about his ideas and findings to Emile, his best friend/Stepbrother after Emile’s parents adopted Logan after his parent’s death.

Emile Picani was a year or two older than Logan, acting as the older brother in their friendship.The two boys were very close, doing everything together. Their tradition was every summer, since they were 2 and 4 years old, would go to the beach with their families together. One faithful day a riptide pulled the two boys out to see, and Emile couldn’t fight the current, going under. Logan remembering what he read swam parallel to the shore. They both made it back to the beach, but Emile was face down in the sand. His brother rushed over to Emile only to find he wasn’t breathing. Logan tried to do CPR, having a hard time doing it correctly. He finally picked up Emile’s lifeless body and ran home. Emile’s parent’s tried reviving their son but it was too late. Emile was gone. And Logan was heartbroken. His best friend, his brother was dead. After Emile’s death Logan became hard and emotionless. His new Parents were still kind and loving towards him, giving him the education he so desperately needed. Logan threw himself in work to avoid his grief. His parents begged him not to blame himself, how it wasn’t his fault but Logan didn’t listen.

He developed a horrible fear of the ocean or any real big body of water. he began to study on basic magic, and he perfected his CPR skills. He also grew into his fascination of the stars, believing despite being a self-proclaimed man of science. He secretly believed stars were holes in the floor of heaven or whatever afterlife Thomas, Joan and Talyn had planned. He was also the second one to befriend Virgil and was the one to start healing him after he was decursed. Logan retaught him how to communicate while Roman taught him motor skills. He also learned how to speak dragon for Anxiety, he wasn't the best but he was still intelligible. He and Virgil still speak it sometimes. Logan doesn't like alcohol, but he'll drink it only on rare occasions! Usually celebrations or toasts....except for the one time, he couldn't take the stress and got himself DRUNK.

(Deceit and Virgil’s childhood)

I really wanna develop Deceit's and Virgil's relationship as children more...I want people to SUFFER! Make them feel more for Virge growing up with a brother that used to love him and slowly and surely the two grew more and more distant.

Yeah!!! I feel like at the beginning they could finish each other's sentences, they works together like a puzzle but then slowly and gradually they grew more distant, like a puzzle ageing with time they just... did not click anymore and when they did it was VERY fragile.

I think secretly Deceit still loved Virgil as a brother, he was just...afraid(?). At first he was blinded by rage, power and a longing for love, blind to the fact his brother was still there for him (Kinda like Thor and Loki).

If anything (Deceit) he was just desperate, he just wanted to mean SOMEthing to ANYone.

He (Deceit) also missed his mother dearly, but secretly always knew Virgil was her favorite. (Even though she loved both her boys dearly!)

How about the name Nayely? For their mother, which means means "I love you" in the language of the Zapotec Indians of Mexico.

I'm just imagining, Deceit and Virgil when they were young, sitting on the beach (where later Emile and Logan would sit) and just sit and watch the stars. Counting them one by one. The conversation goes: Deceit asks slowly, "How many stars do you think there are Virge?" His brother answers quiet, as he tries not to lose his count, "Probably millions..." "What makes you so sure?" "Dunno...Just a guess, you know?" The two go quiet before Deceit speaks up again, "Hey Virge?" "Yeah?" "We're friends right?" "We're brothers...But yeah of course we're friends..." "So...We're gonna be friends for the rest of our lives right?" "Yeah!" "Pinky promise?" The younger boy whispered hopefully. "Pinky promise" The two boys locked pinkies, laughing under the stars. (Remy Notes)

Remy's full name is Remy Wilder! (It's an Old English surname derived from the word wealh, meaning "traveler," or "of the forest/wilderness.")

(Anxiety’s Death)

He knew it’ll come to this. It was only a matter of time. In an odd sort of way, it brought the dragon peace...No more running. No more hiding. No more nights in a dark, lonely cave. Both his wings were badly damaged. He knows even if they heal, he’d be grounded. So he makes himself known to his surroundings. Until he sees him, Roman in the corner of the pit.

Romans vision tunneled as he approached the platform, his dragon friend laid on top of it, tied down. There was a cheering crowd that with each step seemed like they got louder.

It made his stomach sink lower than it had ever had before his hands trembled slightly as he took his sword out of its sheath.

He felt a whimper bubble from his throat. This was a friend he joked with, got into shenanigans with. A friend he built a relationship of jokes and laughs with. Anxiety looked at him in fear, but there was a strange tinge of acceptance in his eyes. He realizes what he must do as he lays his head down. Ready. For a split awful second, Roman was happy, he took this job for now Anxiety’s last thing he was to see was a friend. but another part of him was regretting it because he had to kill his friend. For a moment he wondered if he was going to be able to do it. His hands shook as he felt his eyes water, he raised the sword up, every inch making it feel heavier and his eyes watering more as he felt the tears stream down his face. he raised it backwards, up and over his head preparing to swing. And swings down.

This time he didn’t miss….

Playlist:

(Not sure if this is a deleted scene or not, but I would LOVE the idea of someone (maybe Remy before Roman confronted him) catching a glimpse of Anxiety in the woods!) Remy just trying to take a detour and he hears ruffling of leaves, and when he turns around to see what it is all he sees is a blur of black and magenta/purple!

~ https://youtu.be/yNHKmaFUrs4?list=PL0msuI7SJDFd47_uhqfI1I7i-FlxIYgNN

Fun song for Anxiety~ https://youtu.be/z15pxWUXvLY?list=PL0msuI7SJDFd47_uhqfI1I7i-FlxIYgNN

https://youtu.be/K8JaBxlH96Y?list=PL0msuI7SJDFd47_uhqfI1I7i-FlxIYgNN

https://youtu.be/6352tM7T8WU

(SONG PLAYLIST FOR ME AND KAI)

(OH ALSO DECEITS THEME SONG IS MONSTER)~ https://youtu.be/tIj_pEIQimM

WARRIORS FROM IMAGINE DRAGONS IS THE THEME SONG OF THE WAR THERE WAS AGAINST DECEIT! (Both in Gerald's generation and Roman's) There were officially two MAJOR wars (the rest were violent riots and battles) But there was "The River Of Blood" in Gerald's generation and "The Massacre Between the Wall" was the one in Roman's era.~

https://youtu.be/-MNSp8g1W5A

(The Kids Aren’t Alright- The Offspring. The Kids growing up)~ https://youtu.be/V1DOcke51iM

(The Kid’s aren’t Alright- Fall Out Boy. Virgil and Deceit growing up)

https://youtu.be/PuGUUZqNfjE

(Deceit’s death)

https://youtu.be/W2TE0DjdNqI

(Walls Closing in) Right before Deciet’s death

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmb7YIKqLeM

(SONG FOR DURING THE WAR AND THEN MEETING ANXIETY)~ https://youtu.be/04jQKYbjt24

(Here's a song for when Roman and Logan first met in a bar! (It's just where alot of people hang out, it's more like a bar/cafe!)~ https://youtu.be/JEncVANOeEQ

https://youtu.be/Ov5Nrd2NUV0

THIS SONG IS PERFECT TO BEFORE VIRGE FIGHTS DECEIT

IT'S KINDA IN THOMAS'S PERSPECTIVE

https://youtu.be/_vlYy4K8Vz0

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