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buoyantsaturn · 3 years

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Riding Bikes Across the Street Without Looking Either Way (2/2)

summary: “Well, you can stay with me and Annabeth as long as you need to, okay? We’ve got a shitty couch with your name on it, and we’ll make sure your dad never finds you.”

word count: 3,955

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Nico hadn’t slept in three days by the time he arrived at Percy’s apartment late at night, around two days after he’d left home. He’d barely stopped along the way, so when Annabeth opened the door for him, she looked like she’d seen a ghost. (At this point, Nico felt like he might as well be one.)

“Oh my god,” Annabeth said as she grabbed Nico’s shoulder to pull him inside, drawing him straight into a hug. “Neeks, you look like shit. Are you-- Are you bleeding?”

Nico refrained from reaching up to check his head, and looked to the side in an attempt to stop Annabeth from looking too closely, though she took his face in her hands and turned his head back the other way. “I’m fine,” Nico muttered when Annabeth gasped.

“You are not,” she argued. “You’re going to the hospital.”

“I just drove for two days, I don’t wanna drive anymore,” Nico told her. “Can’t I sleep first?”

“Oh, you are not driving like this,” Annabeth said as she started further into the apartment. “You probably shouldn’t have driven in the first place! Wait here. Percy just put Luke down for the night, but he’ll take you.”

Then Annabeth disappeared around the corner, so Nico stood in the doorway with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. He let his eyes fall shut and his head tip forward, and just about fell asleep standing up until his body started to lean, and he startled awake to catch himself. When he opened his eyes, Percy was there with his coat in hand and concern written across his face.

Nico blinked up at him, and Percy seemed to take that as his invitation to draw Nico in for a hug. Nico flinched back when Percy got too close to the wound on the side of his head, so Percy jumped back like he’d been shocked. “Dude,” Percy whispered, his eyes full of something like pity that made Nico’s stomach turn. Percy pulled on his coat and held out a hand. “Alright, give me your keys.”

For a second, Nico didn’t move. He wanted to argue, to say he was too tired and that they could just go in the morning, but he didn’t want to get hit again. (Percy wouldn’t hit him, would he?) Nico took the keys out of his pocket and dropped them into Percy’s hand.

They walked down to the road and got into Nico’s car. It wasn’t until they were a few minutes down the road that Percy tried asking what happened, though Nico wasn’t very willing to share. He hadn’t told Percy much more than things have gotten worse and I’m coming to New York, so he was sure that Percy was more worried for him than he was letting on. Percy’s mind was probably reeling over all the different things that might have happened to leave Nico in such a state, but Nico couldn’t bring himself to say it.

He let Percy guess, though he never got very specific. Percy had narrowed it down to Hades and drinking, though Nico knew those weren’t hard to figure out.

When they sat down in the hospital’s waiting room, Percy finally said, “You know you’ll have to tell the doctor what happened, right? I mean, maybe they can help you, like, file a police report or something.”

Nico was shaking his head before Percy had even finished talking. “I don’t want to file a report,” he insisted. “I don’t… I don’t wanna think about it anymore, and I don’t want him to know where I am.”

“Oh. Right, of course,” Percy said quietly, then wrapped an arm around Nico’s shoulders to bring him into a side-hug. “Well, you can stay with me and Annabeth as long as you need to, okay? We’ve got a shitty couch with your name on it, and we’ll make sure your dad never finds you.”

“Thanks,” Nico whispered, and his head fell onto Percy’s shoulder. “Um, and can you do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“When we get back to your place, can you call Seph? Just to let her know I got here safely, but...don’t say where I am. And then delete her number. Maybe block it, too.”

Percy rubbed his arm. “Yeah, man, I can do that.”

A moment later, Nico’s name was called, and he tensed. “Will you come back with me?” he asked Percy as he got to his feet, and Percy nodded. A nurse took them into the emergency room and had Nico sit on one of the beds to wait for the doctor.

Another minute or two passed before a man with curly brown hair and a lab coat approached and said, “Hi there, Mr. di Angelo. I’m Doctor Markowitz, and I’ll be taking care of your examination before my supervisor comes over. It says on your form here that you have a head injury, do you want to tell me a little more about that while I take a look?”

Nico ducked his head and shrugged. Markowitz glanced toward Percy, who said, “He doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, noted,” Markowitz said as he pulled on a pair of gloves. He stepped up to Nico’s side and located the wound quickly, carefully brushing away Nico’s hair to get a better look at it. “Can you at least tell me what made the wound?”

“A glass bottle,” Nico muttered, and averted his gaze when Percy’s eyes widened.

“Glass?” Markowitz repeated, then took a closer look. “Well, it doesn’t look like there’s any broken pieces in here, so that’s good.”

“The bottle didn’t break,” Nico replied. “I don’t think.”

“Must’ve been one heavy-duty bottle to hit you this hard and not break,” Markowitz commented, and Nico suppressed a flinch. “Alright, hang tight for just a minute while I call my supervisor over. I’m thinking you’re going to need a CT scan to rule out a concussion, and possibly an X-ray to make sure your skull is all in one piece. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as the doctor was out of sight, Percy turned to Nico and asked, “He hit you with a glass bottle?”

Nico folded his arms over his stomach, one hand wrapping around his other arm. He didn’t respond. He didn’t have time to, either, before Percy’s phone started to ring.

“It’s Annabeth,” he said, “probably just checking in. I’ll be right back, okay?”

And then Percy was gone, too, and Nico’s hand gripped tighter. He could hear Percy at first, answering the call and saying that they’d already talked to a doctor, but then his voice dropped lower and Nico had to strain to hear it.

“He’s not acting like himself,” Percy whispered. “It’s like he’s fifteen again, he’s barely even talking to me.” A pause, and then, “Can that happen? Can something like this make him, like, regress, or whatever?” Nico’s fingernails began clawing at his skin. “Oh, the doctor’s coming back. I’ll let you know what’s up as soon as I can.”

On top of a moderate concussion, Nico had a skull fracture, was severely dehydrated, and had reached the point of exhaustion that the doctors were surprised to still see him upright. Nico declined an IV drip of fluids and something that would help him sleep, insisting that he just wanted to leave, so Percy drove him home with a prescription that basically boiled down to rest.

Nico passed out on the couch as soon as they were inside, and didn’t wake for almost twenty hours. When he did finally awaken, he got up to find Annabeth in the kitchen making dinner.

“Hey, Neeks,” she said as she stirred a pot of pasta. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” he replied, folding his arms across his stomach and eying the stove. “Can I help?”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow at him. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I just did.” Nico’s nose scrunched up at the idea of sitting on that couch any longer. “I’m rested. So, can I help?”

“Why don’t you see if you can help Percy with Luke, instead?”

Nico hesitated. “But I like cooking.”

“Do you like babies?”

“I...don’t know.”

“Well, if you’re going to be staying with us for a little while, then I’d like to know that you’re comfortable around my son,” Annabeth told him. “You never know, I might ask you to babysit. So, go hang out with Luke, and I’ll shout for everyone when this is ready.”

Nico huffed and said, “Fine,” then turned out of the kitchen. Before he could fully leave, though, he stopped himself and said, “Actually, um. After dinner, do you think you could help me with something?”

“Maybe,” she replied, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “What is it?”

“I need to change my phone number.”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah, we’ll figure that out.”

As it turned out, Nico got along with Luke just fine. It was almost easier than hanging out with adults, he realized, because he didn’t feel the need to try to hold a conversation. Luke could only say a handful of words, anyway. Nico spent a good half hour just holding blocks whenever Luke gave them to him.

As dinner came and went, Nico learned what sorts of things Luke could and couldn’t eat, and then later on watched how to go about putting Luke to sleep at night. Apparently parenting was easier than people made it seem. How had Hades messed up so bad?

When the living room was once again baby-free, Annabeth sat down with Nico to help him figure out how to change his phone number. Percy was laying across the floor for some reason, and had been asking Nico about college in an attempt to get his mind off of running away from home. Unfortunately, that wasn’t really something Nico wanted to talk about, either.

“So, do you need to, like, transfer to a new school or something?” Percy asked as he tossed one of Luke’s toys into the air above him. “You know, since you can’t go to class.”

“It’s all online,” Nico replied. He was watching Annabeth work from the opposite end of the couch because the brightness of his phone screen hurt his head. “I talked to somebody at NYU last summer about doing all online classes.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to do that?” Annabeth asked. “You can’t even look at your phone long enough to see who’s texting you.”

“And that doctor said you need to avoid screens for at least a week, didn’t he?” Percy added.

Nico felt his heart rate rise as his anxiety spiked again. “Well, what day is it?” he asked, hoping his voice wasn’t shaking as much as his hands were. “Maybe I’ll have time to rest before my classes start.”

“It’s Wednesday, the…” Percy drew out the last word as he pulled out his phone, “...sixth. When do your classes start?”

Nico dropped his head into his hands. “Two days ago.”

“Okay, no big deal,” Annabeth said without raising her eyes from her laptop screen. “Just email your professors to explain the problem, and ask for an extension on anything you missed.”

“But I won’t be able to do anything for another week, and at that point, I’ll be two weeks behind in, like, half of my classes,” Nico complained, scrubbing his hands over his face and then scraping his hair back from his face. “And then what if I can’t catch up? Maybe I should just take the semester off.”

“Alright, take a breath.” Annabeth reached over and set a hand on Nico’s arm, but he flinched out from under the touch. “I think you should sleep on it. There’s no need to make such an impulsive decision.”

Nico pulled his knees up to his chest and dropped his gaze to the floor. “No. It’s better if I drop the classes now instead of having to withdraw later. I’ll just start up again in the fall.”

He glanced up again just in time to see Annabeth and Percy sharing a worried look. He grabbed onto his arm and squeezed.

The apartment was too small for three adults. Maybe if Nico hadn’t had to sleep on the couch, then he would’ve been less of an inconvenience to Percy and Annabeth. He tried to make up for it in other ways. He cooked whenever he could, and he washed the dishes every night. Nico was trusted enough to look after Luke on his own for short periods of time - if Percy needed to run out to the store while Annabeth was in class or at work, usually.

Still, Nico was in the way. He hadn’t quite assimilated into their home, and he’d heard them whispering late at night when they all should have been asleep that money was tight.

Things came to a head when Nico finished off a pot of coffee one morning, assuming that the others had gotten their share. He was feeding Luke so that Annabeth could get out the door in time for class when Percy stumbled into the kitchen, half-awake and already grumpy. He grabbed a mug out of the cabinet before reaching for the empty pot and freezing at the sight.

He slammed the pot back into place, and Nico flinched.

“Damn it, Nico, did you drink all the coffee?” Percy snapped.

Nico sunk in his seat, hoping to appear as small as possible. He watched Percy pick up his mug again, and imagined it shattering against his skull. He wound his arms around his stomach and ducked his head.

“The least you could do is make another pot,” Percy continued. “God.”

“Sorry.” Nico pushed his chair back, the legs screeching against the floor and making him flinch again. “Sorry.” He was up on his feet one second, and then he blinked, and he was in the living room. He could hear his pulse in his ears. His head darted back and forth, but there was nowhere to hide.

Oh god, why wasn’t there anywhere to hide?

He couldn’t hide in the bathroom, because Annabeth was in there. He couldn’t hide in either bedroom, because the doors didn’t have locks.

He went into Luke’s room anyway. Nico figured he would have a better chance at hiding underneath the crib then he would Percy’s bed. And then, when he shut the door behind himself, he saw the window.

The fire escape.

Nico pulled the curtains loose and climbed out the window before sliding it shut. He heard Percy shouting for him as he sat down on the nearest step. He almost got up and ran down the fire escape just to make sure he wouldn’t get hit. Instead, he stayed perfectly still to ensure that the creaking of the fire escape wouldn’t give him away.

He only wished he’d brought a jacket.

Nico was blowing on his fingers to keep them warm when the window slid open. He must have already been frozen to the step, or maybe it was the panic that kept him from jumping up and running away.

“Nico,” Annabeth breathed with a sigh of relief. She held a hand out to him. “What the hell are you doing out here? Get inside, it’s freezing!”

Nico hesitated. “Is...Percy gone?”

Annabeth frowned, waving her hand impatiently. “What are you talking about? Why would he be gone?”

Nico stuffed his hands under his arms and ducked his head. Of course Percy wouldn’t be gone. He lived there. It was Nico that was always going to have to run away.

“Do you need him to be gone?” Annabeth asked gently.

Nico shrugged.

Annabeth sighed, and Nico tensed. She sounded annoyed. “Alright, don’t move.”

Then she shut the window. Maybe she locked it, too, so that Nico wouldn’t be able to get back inside. He would freeze to death out there, and he could finally stop being everybody’s problem.

The window opened again, and Annabeth poked her head out. “I told him to back off. He won’t come into Luke’s room while we’re in here, so would you please come back inside?” She held her hand out to him again, and this time, Nico took it. Her hand was unnaturally warm, or maybe he had let himself get colder than he thought.

Nico’s bare feet touched the carpet and he immediately dropped to the floor while Annabeth shut the window behind him. She wrapped him up in a blanket and wound her arms around his shoulders. “Tell me what happened, Nico.”

“I…” His teeth started chattering. Why was he shivering now that he was back in the warmth? “I drank the last of the coffee. I thought Percy already had some.”

“So your solution was the freeze to death in repentance?”

“He was mad,” Nico whispered, his arms tightening around his knees. “I thought he was gonna hit me.”

“Nico,” Annabeth said, her voice stern but not harsh, “you know Percy would never hit you. He loves you.”

“I thought my dad loved me.”

Annabeth pressed her forehead to the top of Nico’s head. “Neeks, this isn’t working out.”

Nico’s next breath caught in his throat, and he felt his eyes sting with the beginnings of tears.

Annabeth started rubbing his back. “I know we said that you could stay here as long as you need, but… Nico, this place isn’t big enough for all of us, and Percy and I… Our money is spread so thin already that we’re constantly stressed about paying the bills on time, and having you here too… We can’t walk on eggshells in our own home. I’m sorry, Nico. We love you, and we’re not kicking you out, but we need to start looking for another option for you. And maybe a therapist, too.”

Nico dropped his head onto his knees as his tears started to fall. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m messing everything up. I never should’ve come here, I’m sorry.”

“No, Nico, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Annabeth assured him. “And I’m glad you came here and got away from your dad. I’m glad you’re safe. And I’m sorry that Percy’s such an ass when he doesn’t get his coffee right away. I should’ve warned you about that.”

“Not your fault,” Nico muttered.

Annabeth patted his shoulder. “Not yours, either. Are you gonna be okay?”

Nico hesitated, then nodded.

“Do you think you’re ready to talk to Percy?” she asked. “I think he’d like to apologize.”

“Yeah,” Nico said, still nodding. “I’m ready.”

Annabeth stood, then offered a hand to help Nico to his feet. She led the way out of the room and toward the living room where Percy was sitting on the floor with Luke, and as soon as Percy saw them, he jumped to his feet.

“Nico!” Percy exclaimed, rushing forward with his arms held out, though he froze when he saw Nico flinch. Percy glanced at Annabeth, his expression wavering and his arms drooping slightly before he asked, “Um, can I hug you?”

Nico took a step closer and nodded. Percy’s arms closed around him.

“Dude, you had me so freaked out,” Percy said into Nico’s hair. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I’ll try not to do it again, I promise.”

“Thanks,” Nico replied, shifting subtly until Percy released him. He took a few steps back and held his arms over his stomach again, as if defending a weak point.

Annabeth set a hand on his shoulder. “I have to leave for class, but are you going to be okay?”

Nico took a deep breath and met her gaze. “I’ll be okay.”

“Good. When I get home, we can start looking for a therapist,” she said in a way that let Nico know she also meant if that’s okay with you. “And Percy, when you put Luke down for his nap, you two should start looking for apartments.”

Annabeth pulled Nico forward and kissed his forehead. She kissed Percy on the lips, then Luke on the top of his head as she grabbed her bag, and then she was gone.

Nico didn’t move for a few minutes. Percy settled back onto the floor with Luke and eventually turned the TV on for some background noise. Nico edged his way toward the couch and sat down in the corner, curled up with his knees to his chest.

Percy reached back and tapped on Nico’s shin with his fingers. “Hey, no hard feelings, right?” he asked, his head tipping back to rest on the cushion next to Nico. “I love having you here, dude, and I’ve missed you a lot, but I’m sorry that it’s not working out. Besides, don’t you think it’ll be better to have your own place, anyway?”

Nico’s arms tightened around his legs. “I don’t...want to live alone. I don’t think I can.”

“Oh.” Percy’s gaze turned back to Luke. “I guess I always assumed that you were the type to like having your own space. Uh, okay, well, we can…” Percy hummed in thought. “We can look on...Craigslist? To find you a roommate?” He glanced back at Nico, and there must have been something about the look on Nico’s face that made Percy burst into laughter. “Okay, you’re right. Stupid idea.”

Percy scooped the TV remote up off the floor and tossed it back to Nico. “Go ahead and put on whatever.”

Nico flipped through the channel guide for a few minutes, but ended up sticking with whatever kid’s show was already playing.

“Maybe you could crash with somebody we already know,” Percy said. “We could talk to Jason or Leo, or-- No, wait, now that I think of it, I think Leo might be crashing on Jason’s couch… Hm. You can’t get a dorm at NYU if you’re not taking classes this semester… Man, the only person I can think of that has a spare room is my mom.”

Nico felt himself perk up for the first time in days. “Do you think you could ask her?”

Percy shot him a teasing grin. “You wanna live with my mom?” He looked away before Nico’s expression could fall, and shrugged. “Alright, I’ll call her after lunch. I’m sure she’d love to have you.”

Nico had his first meeting with a therapist the day before moving out of Percy and Annabeth’s apartment. It didn’t take long to pack up his belongings, mainly because he’d hardly taken anything out of his car to begin with. But when he got to Sally’s with the Jackson-Chases not far behind, they unloaded everything from his car to take inside. The guest room was a bit of a tight squeeze with all of Nico’s boxes and suitcases inside, but he had plenty of time to unpack and organize later.

He came out of the room - his room - to thank Sally and Paul a few more times, but when he stepped into the kitchen, Sally beat him to it. She pulled Nico into a hug, practically squeezing the life out of him as she did so, and kissed the side of his head. “We’re so happy to have you here, Nico,” she whispered to him. “You stay here as long as you need.”

“It won’t be forever,” Nico promised her after weaseling out of the hug. “I just need to figure some stuff out, and maybe I can try to get a dorm when the fall semester starts, and--”

Sally took Nico’s face in her hands and pressed her lips to his forehead. “Take all the time you need, honey.”

Nico felt like he might cry. He forgot what it was like to have a mom.

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catfe-overlord · 4 years

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“Cold”

Part 3

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::In which Kirishima is the best boyfriend ever, and Bakugou can’t say the words he desperately needs to get out before the end::

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“Katsuki! Please, please, Katsuki. Wake up!”

Bakugou blinked. His mouth was so dry. His head hurt. Scratch that—everything hurt. What the hell?

“Kats! Oh, thank god. Hey, can you hear me?”

His vision was swimming but his hearing was back to normal, despite a faint ringing. He managed a nod.

“Okay, good. I need you to move for me. Can you do that?”

His voice sounded strained. Bakugou squinted, trying so hard to focus on him. There was light coming from somewhere, dull but nonetheless helpful. The flashlight, he realized, beaming from somewhere just out of reach.

“Katsuki, please. Just trust me. Please, babe, move.”

Kirishima was begging him. Shit. He had to move now, but could he? His arms were fucking broken, and he couldn’t pull himself away with them. He tried at his legs, sliding himself across the hard ground coated in sharp, jagged rocks that cut into his skin through his shredded coat.

“Good! Keep going! You’re almost there, love.”

He managed to get out from beneath Kirishima after seriously strenuous effort. His body felt so entirely broken, his muscles were screaming after so little movement, and the pure cold that bit into his skin on top of everything else was infuriating. He’d never felt so weak, completely unable to help as his boyfriend held up the massive amount of rocks and debris to protect him.

Kirishima let out a relieved sigh, but it cut off into a choked sob. “Okay,” he said, panting. “I’m going to try to roll out of the way now, so all these rocks above us are going to come down. Can you get any farther back?”

No. That was the simple answer. His body was shutting down. When he tried to tell Kirishima it was hopeless, all he could do was splutter. What the hell was wrong with him now? His tongue felt huge and his mouth tasted like… blood? Shit. Oh shit! He was struggling to breathe!

“Katsuki! Oh god, I’m coming! Just hold on.”

The rocks shifted above them, and a second later Kirishima was diving at him. He grabbed Bakugou by the waist and heaved him away from the crashing boulders.

Bakugou screamed, pain spiking in his spine as he was ungraciously tossed back. As soon as he rolled to a stop, he curled in on himself.

Kirishima was there, his hands all over Bakugou and trying to feel around for the worst injuries. He was crying—no, sobbing. Kirishima’s crocodile tears dripped onto Bakugou’s face, mixing with his own tears he could barely feel on his cold cheeks.

“They’ll—be here—soon!” Kirishima was saying through his sobs. “We’re gonna be—okay, Katsuki! I—I promise!”

Bakugou hacked up blood and spat it onto the ground. Son of a bitch, he must’ve punctured a lung and surely broken a few ribs. Coughing up blood was always a bad sign. They had a time limit now, and if the heroes didn’t reach them quick enough, Bakugou wasn’t getting out alive.

Kirishima knew this. It’s why he was sobbing helplessly. There was nothing he could do but wait it out and pray his boyfriend made it through.

Kirishima kissed him on the forehead for a long moment before he too laid down beside Bakugou, pulling the blond to his chest where it was the slightest bit warmer.

Bakugou tilted his head up, wanting to see Kirishima’s ruby eyes one more time, but it was too dark. He could hardly make out his face at all.

He curled into Kirishima, taking in his scent. It was so earthly, so manly. He loved Kirishima, to the fullest meaning of the word. He needed him more than he needed to be the number one hero. His life had been all about being the best for so long, when really he’s had the best in front of him this whole time. He’d been blind for so long.

If he made it out of here, he wasn’t going to let Kirishima down. He would let him know how much he fucking meant to Bakugou. He wanted to tell him now, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. He wanted to say how beautiful he was, how strong, manly, and completely idiotically brave. He wanted to tell him he was fucking perfect, and that he would be okay if Bakugou didn’t make it. He needed to tell him to keep going, to become a great hero and find love with someone else. There’s an infinite world of possibilities out there, and Kirishima’s journey was only beginning. Keep moving forward, Red Riot. This is not the end.

They cried together, holding each other close. Bakugou wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but he welcomed the numbness that crept into his body, stealing the pain away. He blissfully allowed sleep to swallow him whole, believing in his promise wholeheartedly that Kirishima would be okay.

Bakugou remembered seeing colors after that. Maybe faces. He couldn’t make them out. Everything was bleary and distorted.

He definitely heard Midoriya’s voice. Aizawa. Uraraka? He would later remember seeing her float rocks off of them. Someone else draped them in a blanket. Soon after, hands grabbed at them and pulled them apart, but they were too weak to fight them.

“—fat!” said a voice he didn’t recognize. “It will help get them warm!”

And suddenly all he could see was yellow, but it was so warm. He embraced it, trusting Kirishima was nearby and hopefully getting the same treatment.

Sleep pulled him down into its depths once more.

This time he awoke to white. Definitely a hospital room. Holy shit, he survived?!

He blinked the last bit of sleep out of his eyes, then whipped his head around in search of a certain red-haired idiot who was always there to greet him when he regained consciousness in the hospital.

His welcome party came in the form of pink, yellow and black. The three morons who proclaimed themselves as the official “Bakusquad” all stood once they realized he was awake.

“Blasty!” Ashido cheered, leaping onto his bedside and grabbing his hand. He tried to yank it out of her grasp, but he was still too weak. “You scared the shit out of us!”

“Dude, you’ve been asleep for four days!” Kaminari fumed. “You’ve had us so freaked out. I haven’t gotten any beauty sleep because of you!”

“Yeah, man,” Sero said simply, but he had a big smile on his face. “Not cool.”

Bakugou lifted his head to survey himself. Both his arms were wrapped in casts from shoulder to wrist, and he had a bunch of tubes and an IV attached to the backs of his hands. His chest was wrapped heavily in gauze, but he found it much easier to breathe than before. He realized there was an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

The three dorks were still talking to him, but he barely picked up on their words. They were explaining how they managed to find the boys, and all the Pros that came to assist in the search. The Pussycats and Thirteen and Fat Gum… Apparently Fat Gum probably saved their lives when he carried them to safety in his fat to help keep them warm. Bakugou was thankful, but he was glad he couldn’t remember it very clearly. He would’ve been crazy embarrassed if the whole class saw him like that.

His eyes flickered over to Ashido then, figuring she would be the most helpful. “Where’s Ei?”

She smiled sadly down at him. She nodded her head to the only other bed in the room. Bakugou could make out the form of a body beneath a layer of covers, but there was a curtain that blocked him from seeing his boyfriend’s face.

“He woke up for the first time a few hours ago,” she explained. “He was asking about you too. Fell asleep again right after he found out you were alive. He’s crazy about you, you know that? Well, I’m sure you do. We all know you are too.”

Bakugou felt the tears welling up in his eyes, but he was too tired and stressed and fucking emotional to give a shit. He was just so happy, he couldn’t help it. They still had a future together, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

“You broke him!” Sero yelled at Ashido. “Oh god, Bakugou doesn’t cry. What do we do?”

“CODE RED! CODE RED!” Kaminari wailed.

“Chill out, guys! I’m sure he’s just… feeling a lot?” Ashido said in the form of a question.

Bakugou lifted a casted arm to cover his face, but he nodded at her. He was feeling so much all at once, and it was just so foreign.

“Katsuki?”

Bakugou caught his breath. He turned to look at Kirishima, but the curtain was still in his way. Kaminari realized this right away and jumped up to help alleviate the issue. He drew the curtain back all the way, revealing a bandaged, bruised, and utterly beautiful Kirishima Eijirou.

The idiot smiled, revealing his glistening shark teeth. He was pale and his head was wrapped up, but he looked otherwise okay. “Katsuki!” he beamed. “You’re okay!”

For some stupid reason he didn’t understand, this only made Bakugou cry harder. He twisted onto his side and curled in on himself, his chest suddenly so tight. He wanted Kirishima to wrap him up again like last time.

“Oh, Kats, no! Please don’t cry!”

“What do we do?” Sero asked, lost as ever.

“I know!” Ashido announced, jumping to her feet. She started moving machines and IV drips out of the way before making her way to the other side of Bakugou’s bed. “Sero, go push Kirishima this way and Kami can help me push Baku!”

The boys obliged and the three brought Kirishima and Bakugou’s beds together. Bakugou would have thanked them if he wasn’t still biting down on his lip to keep from crying more.

“We’ll just leave you two alone,” Ashido said with a wink before shoving the other two boys out of the room, giving the couple some much needed privacy.

Kirishima placed a hand under Bakugou’s chin, forcing his head up so they could meet each other’s eyes.

And there they were—those ruby eyes he’d begged to see one last time. Alive and well and looking back at him with fondness.

“I love you, Eijirou,” Bakugou said suddenly, pouring his heart into the simple phrase.

It caught Kirishima off guard, but his smile never faltered. “I love you too, Katsuki.”

His firm hands yanked Bakugou closer, and Bakugou fumbled with his casted arms to get the oxygen mask off of his face. After a moment of struggle and readjustment, the boys brought their lips to meet each other’s. Bakugou sank into the kiss, embracing the feeling of how warm Kirishima’s mouth was against his.

He promised himself he would never let Kirishima go. He needed him like he needed oxygen. It was obvious he couldn’t live without him.

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Aaaaaand there we have it! Another complete KiriBaku fic. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! It might be a little sappy and out of character, but I’ll keep working on it! I have another fic just about ready to be posted... I can promise it’ll be up in the next few days for sure ! Thanks again ~

9/15/2020

#bnha #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff #whump #angst #kiribaku #bakushima #fanfic #avalanche #trapped #bakugou x kirishima #freezing to death

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jj-iz-bae · 4 years

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Don't tell me not to worry

Word count: 1722 words

Requested by @sunwardsss : Can you do comfort 38 and 43 for Chase please? 38: “I’m in the hospital.”43: “You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

Pairings: Chase Stokes x Reader; Chase Stokes x Rudy Pankow; Rudy Pankow x platonic!reader

Warnings: Hospitals,seizures,Fluff,bad spelling and grammar

Note from author: so this is actually based on a seizure episode I had. It only happend one time and was caused by strep throat which triggered a reaction in the auto immune disorder (the disorder basically is that instead of my immune system attacking the virus or illness, my immune system attacks my brain causing all sorts of weird things to happen. When I was younger only strep throat triggered a "flare" of increased symptoms ie ocd,anxiety,age regression,mood swings,foggy brain and other things. Sadly the disorder has developed so that I flare with any illness, not just strep) ANYWAYS 😂 I hope you enjoy this Fluff with a tiny pinch of angst. Just a tiny bit if you squint. Ace is my nickname for Chase and I've used it in other blurbs. I just think it's cute. Kinda like how I call Rudy Panky🙃

Chase was wrapping up a day on set, shoving all his belongings into a backpack. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his keys ,leaving his casting trailer when his phone started ringing. He just realized he hadn’t heard from you all day. Seeing your name flash across the screen, he stopped in his tracks and answered. “Hey baby girl! I haven’t heard from you all day!” Chase exclaimed as he started to kick a rock around with his foot. “Sorry Ace. Please don’t freak out.I’m totally fine now but I'm in the hospital.” you explained slowly. Chase’s eyes grew large as he starred jogging to his car. "Don't tell me not to worry baby! Where are you? What happened?" Chase asked as he reached his car and fumbled with the keys, trying to move quickly in his panicked state. He swore under his breath as he dropped his keys and put you on speaker phone while he picked up his keys. You heard the rustling on the other end of the phone and grew nervous. "Chase! Babe are you OK? Calm down I promise I'm OK!" Rudy just so happened to be walking to his car when he heard your voice and saw Chase cursing at his car keys. "Hey dude! What's going on? You OK?" Rudy asked as he walked over to Chase. "Rudy! Y/n's in the hospital and I need to...I just can't.." Chase stuttered. Rudy grabbed the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive. You just talk to her." Rudy threw his stuff in the back of Chase's car as he hopped into the drivers seat and Chase ran around to the passenger seat. "OK sorry babe. Rudy is driving cause you're freaking me out. What happened?" Chase asked, running his hand through his wavy hair as Rudy pulled out of the set parking lot. "Thanks for taking care of him Rudy! I swear I'm fine! I'm at St. Marcus hospital. I think it's pretty close to town." Rudy picked up his phone and pulled up directions on his GPS before placing his phone in the cup holder so he could see the map. "No problem hun! Now tell us what happened before Chase pulls his hair out." Rudy answered ."Yeah you're scaring the shit out of me,Baby girl." Chase let out a breathy giggle.

"OK. Well I had my mom over and we were just hanging out watching TV and everything went black. Everything sounded echoey and I tried to open my eyes but it was like i had no control. I started convulsing and got sick. Mom called an ambulance and they brought me to the ER. The Er sent me here so I've been in the ambulance twice today!" You sighs. Chase nervously picked at his lips. "So what does that mean? Like did they run any tests yet?" Chase asked as Rudy broke a few traffic laws to get him to you quicker. "They have me hooked up to all these monitors and I'm going for an MRI tomorrow. The doctor said I most likely had a seizure." You explained as you looked at all the wires and iv lines covering your body. Chase let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. "OK baby. We will figure this out! Rudy, how far away are we?" Chase looked over at the blonde with red eyes, on the verge of tears. "It's right up here on the left." Rudy mumbled as he leaned over the steering wheel to make sure it was clear to turn. "OK babe. We just pulled into the parking lot. Where do I go?" Chase asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm on the 7th floor room 54." You said yawning. Rudy pulled up to the main entrance and stopped the car. "Go ahead man. I'll park the car and meet you up there." Rudy explained as Chase gave him a quick hug and jumped out of the car and jogged to the entrance. "OK I'm getting in the elevator now. Ill see you in 2 seconds OK? I'll be right there!" Chase babbled on as he put the phone up to his ear, taking it off speaker. "So how was work?" You asked trying to distract him a little. "Y/n as much as I wanna tell you about my day, I can't remember shit right now." Chase smirked as you hummed in response.

The elevator dinged and Chase got off the elevator and walked up to the nurses station. He put his phone on his shoulder so he wouldn't look rude for not giving the nurse his full attention. "Hello miss! My girlfriend is here somewhere. Room 54. Her name is y/f/n y/l/n. I can give you her birthday if you want to verify I'm not some weirdo." Chase said talking a mile a minute. The nurse just smiled and got up from her desk. "You must be Chase! She told us you were coming! Said you'd be the tall surfer guy with the chocolate brown eyes. Follow me." The nurse smiled before walking down the hall with Chase on her heels. She got to a door and knocked lightly before opening it. "Hey y/n! Surfer boy is here!" The nurse giggled as Chase walked through the door and the nurse closed it behind him. You were laying in the hospital bed with leads attached to your chest and stomach. You also had an iv in her arm and a couple stickers with wires on her head. Upon seeing Chase, you total lost all your composure and started sobbing. Chase rushed over to your side and gently hugged you close. "It's OK baby. I'm here. I've got you." Chase cooed as tears started to run down his face. You scooted over on the bed making room for Chase to lay down. He carefully made sure all the leads were out of the way and nothing was being pulled before tucking you into his chest. " It was so scary! I didn't know what was happening or why." You sniffed as you snuggled into his chest. "Shhhh. It's OK now. It's over. You're here now ad we will figure out what happened and why. Just relax baby." Chase cooed as he rubbed your back. A soft knock made you jump in your sleepy state. Chase said come in before kissing the top of your head, noticing the jolt of your body at the sudden noise. Rudy entered the room with Chase's backpack on his shoulder. "Hey y/n. How you feeling, sweetheart?" Rudy asked in a soft voice as he crouches down next to the bed. "I'm exhausted and confused as to what happened but I feel ok. Thank you for making sure Ace got here OK. I really appreciate it." You said while reaching out to grab Rudy's hand. "No problem at all! JD is coming to pick me up so Chase's car is here." Rudy explained before putting Chase's backpack down. "I thought you might want your bag." Rudy nods to Chase as he stands up. "Thanks man. I owe you one." Chase bumped his fist to Rudy's. "No you don't! You would have done the same for me. You rest up OK y/n? Don't let this guys puppy energy keep you up." Rudy said pointing between the two of you, which made you let out a small chuckle. "He smells like the ocean and is warm. I think I'll have no trouble falling asleep." You mumbles as you snuggles into Chase's chest again. Chase smirks ,holding you close. Rudy's phone dings and he waves good bye so he doesn't disturb the half asleep girl on Chase's chest.

You awoke from your nap to Chase still at your side. You smile up at him. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You didn't have to stay." Chase opened his eyes lazily, drawing shapes on your arm with his finger. "No way am I leaving you baby. But since you're awake now. I really need to pee." Chase chuckled as he slowly scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the room. You turned on the TV and sat up a little, looking at the screens and wires all around you. Chase came out of the bathroom, tossing a paper towel into the trash bin, before grabbing his bag from next to the bed. He pulled out his charger and plugged your phone in before putting it down on the table next to you.As he placed the bag down and sat next to you on the bed, a nurse knocked and entered the room. "Hey you two! I have extra sheets and blankets for you! This chair fold out into a lounger so you both don't have to smush together all night." The nurse explained as she sat the extra blankets and linen on the chair. "Thank you so much!" Chase beamed as the nurse came over to your bed side to check all your vitals. "Is there anything I should look for overnight?" Chase asked the nurse."Well if she has any convulsions or gets sick, press this call button." The nurse said pointing to the red button on the wall. "Other than that, if anything has you worried press the button and we will come make sure everything is OK." The nurse smiled as she finished getting your blood pressure and typed the vitals into her laptop before leaving the room. Chase got up from his seat on the bed and opened up the lounger chair, putting on the different sheets ad blankets. "You know, you don't have to sleep here just because I was admitted." You smile watching his basically throw blankets round until he was satisfied. He came and laid down next to you again before pecking your lips. "I told you ,baby. I'm here with you for everything. We'll figure this out together." Chase cooed as he pulled you closer and watched SpongeBob with you on his chest, running his ringers through your hair. "I love you, Ace." You said before kissing his hand. "I love you more,Baby girl."

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cottage-babe · 4 years

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Burning Scars part IV

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I’ve been watching haikyuu and Nishinoya is so cute :(((

This chapter is going to fill in pretty much EVERYTHING related to Y/n’s past. also i feel like this shorter than my other chapters idk

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar's destiny?

*****This chapter takes place on Season 2 Episode 11*****

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“Thank you,” Y/n said as she accepted the cup of tea from Mushi.

The boys were surprisingly welcoming to her. Lee had begun to ask questions as soon as she came up to them, but his uncle had told him to stop and let her speak. He set up a pot of tea and had now given some to the young teens.

All throughout the wait for the drink, Y/n’s mind was racing. Where does she start? How much does she tell them? The girl desperately wanted to come clean, but her loyalty to her pack deterred her. However, she knew that she had no obligations anymore, so why was she still so stuck on them?

Mushi took the spot next to Lee and quietly sipped his drink. His eyes weren’t on her, but she could feel that his desire for answers was just as strong as Lee’s.

She took a deep breath and started her story.

“So I’m a- uh- werewolf.”

Silence.

The girl knew that she probably should’ve continued from there, but she couldn’t help but wait for their reactions. Or rather, lack thereof.

Y/n didn’t want to look up at their faces. If she did, she knew that their facial expressions would cause her to assume things and she didn’t want to guess their emotions; if they felt something, then they would need to say it.

“Oh, well, we know that much!” The uncle laughed lightly, breaking the obvious tension.

“But Uncle, I thought you said they were only myths; fiction.” Lee questioned.

“What more proof do you need? She’s a living, breathing piece of evidence!”

The teen nodded his head as he thought about that logic. Y/n assumed that it would be hard for him to process; just yesterday he had heard the story and now there she was, telling him that it wasn’t a myth, it was completely real and in front of him.

“So, are you the only one? Or are there more?” Lee thought for a moment. “Wait, no, you mentioned a town before; there’s a whole village of werewolves?!”

I have no obligations toward my pack. I have no obligations toward my pack. I have no obligations toward my pack.

“Yes,” she said confidently. It was about time that she went past her fear of her pack. They could no longer control her, she was her own person who could make her own decisions.

But they’re your family.

Y/n shook the thought out of her head. Family doesn’t treat family that way.

“Don’t ask me where they live or anything, because I won’t speak it.” Y/n succumbed to her guilty side slightly, hoping it would soothe her small feelings of regret.

“We won’t, we promise,” Mushi said while sending a stern stare toward Lee. The boy nodded his head once again.

Lee continued with his questions, though. “Why aren’t you with them then? You came to us two days ago, alone. Did something happen?”

Why does he ask so many questions?

She supposed that if she wanted to maintain their trust, she would have to wipe the slate clean; no more lies and no more hiding. They already knew that her kind existed, so there was no way that she would let them leave her behind.

“In my pack, there’s a rite of passage that we must do when we turn 16...”

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This was it. The day that everyone in the pack was waiting for.

The L/n children’s Days of Trials.

The morning had started wildly; their mom had helped clean the fur of all five of her “pups” while they watched decorations and food being prepared from afar. The village was quite small and had wooden huts for each family. Each one had a large leaf door that slid close for privacy; they had evolved a lot since their original days. Almost everyone in the pack was helping set up, except for the male Alpha.

That man just so happened to be their father; the exact reason why everyone was making such a big fuss over today. The Alpha’s children were going to be doing their trials to prove their worth to the pack. Some of the other wolves were excited and curious to see how the days would pan out; recently, there had been a spike of children who couldn’t complete the tasks assigned.

However, there were many members who didn’t quite care for the right of passages. Every time the children of their leaders undergo the trials, they pass with flying colors. Never has there been a “royal” family child that didn’t meet the standards that were put up.

Half of the workers around were in their human bodies to put up the decor while the other half were using their wolf’s to carry heavy things. It was a beautiful harmony that Y/n enjoyed on the Days of Trials; no one in the pack was looked down on for using their human skins. People would only use what was convenient.

The five teen’s mother changed down to her human form. Her children copied her actions.

Their mother had long, overgrown hair and lively eyes. She was the kindest mother that the kids could ever dream of having. The wrinkles that surrounded her eyes not only showed age, but her strong, wise experience. She was absolutely perfect.

Mother sighed as she looked at each one of her kids in the eyes.

“I want all of you to know that no matter what happens, I am proud of you,” she smiled so sweetly. “You worked so hard to be here and no amount of trials can take that away.”

Just as she said that, someone called for her aid and she had to leave, but not before leaving a kiss on all five of her kid’s foreheads.

Soon, the siblings were left alone.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” Fen spoke while trying to even out his erratic breaths. “It just feels so wrong to lie like this.”

Ayano rubbed Fen’s back to try and calm him. Then, Binu spoke up.

“I hate to agree with him, but he’s kinda right. Mom’s worried about our safety while we’re here with a secure plan? It feels sick to let her be so scared.”

Shong crossed his arms with a glare. “Don’t be dumb, guys. Our plan makes it so we all come out alive. If anything, we’re doing her a favor.”

They’re tall brother spoke some truths. The siblings had devised a scheme a long time ago to ensure that each member completed their tasks efficiently and met the bare minimums.

They’re first task would be to go out and hunt a total of three animals before the sun rose to the center of the sky, signaling noon. Y/n and Binu were the best hunter’s of the family; while Y/n took hiding in the shadows easy, Binu was fast enough to outrun any animal. The two would use their skills to help the other’s catch their prey and make it back before their time ended.

Then, their next task would be working as a group to capture something that belonged to an opposite group (sort of like capture the flag). It was meant to see if the group could work together nicely and form a strategy. Luckily for them, Shong was very smart and him with the combination of Ayano would be able to easily make up a plan for any situation.

Lastly, the five siblings would have to fight head on with each other and gain a total of two wins. They weren’t aware of the line up, but the siblings knew that no matter who went up against who, they would stick to the plan.

If they didn’t, then members of their family could be gone forever.

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“Ahh, I see,” Mushi said once the girl took a pause in her story to drink her tea, “Your plan didn’t work, then?”

Y/n shook her head softly and spoke quietly. “No, no. It did work. We made it past the first two trials so quickly, we almost broke a record.” A frown slowly set upon her face. “It was just at the third trial that things didn’t go as smoothly...”

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“I think a congratulations is in order!” Ayano yelled as she held her wooden cup up into the air.

Y/n let out a laugh and grabbed her sister’s arm. “We haven’t even finished everything yet. The last Test is tomorrow, so maybe you should get some sleep.”

Her siblings were, to say the least, drunk.

One of them (at this point, Y/n couldn’t remember who) had stolen some liquor and brought it to the brothers and sisters. They all had a couple drinks, but Y/n and Fen seemed to be the only ones smart enough to remember what tomorrow was.

They had finished the first day of the Trials; they had assumed that it would be the hardest due to the randomness of it, but it had seemed fairly easy.

Many say that the Days of Trials were never meant to be hard, they just weeded out the absolute weakest of a bunch. Y/n wasn’t entirely sure how other’s had failed the tasks, but she didn’t like to think much of it.

There were rumors of what had happened to the werewolves that didn’t pass. Some say that they were forced to live in solitude for the rest of their lives... others say that the pack’s fighters chase them down for fun.

It was a little alarming that not even she, daughter of a family who is ranked so high, knew what happened to those poor wolves.

Ayano clumsily transformed into her wolf skin and whined softly. Y/n sighed before looking at Fen.

“You can take care of the other boys, right?”

He gave her a small salute. “Yup, I got it.”

She was about to help her sister out before Fen began to talk again. Y/n turned around to see Binu on the floor, but Shong was no where to be seen.

“Uhh... you wouldn’t happen to know where Shong is, Y/n?”

The girl groaned in exasperation and dropped her sister onto the floor.

Just as the brother and sister were about to leave their hut to search for him, the man in question pushed his way passed the hanging door and paused when he met their stare.

“Dude, we were about to go look for you.” Fen groaned out, then went to the passed out Binu on the floor. “Help me bring him to our room.”

And with that, the two semi-sober siblings completely ignored Shong’s time of leave, despite knowing that no one else in their pack was awake that late into the night.

The next afternoon, the five of them rushed to a big, open center where the rest of the pack was surrounding. Almost everyone was in their wolf skins, so they copied the actions of their fellow members. It was there that the children learned of the order that they were fighting in.

There would be ten matches: each teen going against each of their siblings. A battle would be won once the victor gets their opponent outside of the circle. This trial was supposed to be the easiest for the five brothers and sisters. Emphasis on supposed.

Their fights went semi-smoothly.

At first, it was hard for the wolves to pretend to fight. They attacked each other like it was their dying wish, but in reality it was all a part of their plan.

Just two wins each, that’s all they needed.

By the time seven matches finished, Binu had already received his two wins; the rest of his fights ended with him losing dramatically as if he were in a play. Shong also had his two wins, but he still had to fight two more rounds and give his opponents the victory.

The eighth battle was between Shong and Fen.

Fen only had one win under his belt, which meant that Shong would need to lose. Y/n knew what her tall brother’s tactic was when he need to lose the fight; he would put on a huge show to demonstrate his strength, then would pretend to make a misstep that costs him the win. It was extremely entertaining for the crowd.

The siblings waited on the outskirts of the circle with the rest of the pack. The wolves around them were howling and barking in excitement. It was going to be such an amazing fight; Fen was seen as a weak asset and it seemed like Shong was going to completely destroy him.

The two sisters shared a look that said exactly what they were both thinking: if only the pack knew what was really going to happen.

And with that, the teen’s father let out a bellowing howl; the signal for the battle to begin.

Shong began his usual wolf dance. He skirted around each of Fen’s attacks and landed soft, teasing blows to his brother’s hide. He would only let Fen hit or bite him every once in a while, his only goal being to feed the crowd’s desire for a difficult fight.

‘Okay, this is it.’ Y/n thought to herself, ‘Right about now, Shong should let Fen win.’

Just as the thought crossed her mind, her tall brother stopped his antics. It was a bit too sudden and the crowed around them let out a confused noise. It seemed as though Shong was... looking at someone.

The girl followed his gaze all the way until it landed on their father. From her position, she couldn’t quite see the silent conversation they were having, but it seemed important.

It was then that Fen struck.

He pounced on his brother and shoved him straight out of the circle.

It was silent for a moment, but eventually the noise flew up and cheered for the weaker sibling. It was a true display of power, even of the two hadn’t planned it.

The look on Shong’s face was indescribable. It was a mixture between sad, angry, happy, and... something else. It was like every contradicting emotion was running through the wolf’s system.

‘Why is he acting like that? This loss isn’t any different from the other ones.’

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“I should’ve seen what was coming next,” Y/n spoke. “With the way he was acting... I just never expected him to be the one that broke all of us apart.”

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It was the middle of the ninth match.

Shong was up again, for the final time, but was against Ayano.

Now, their sister wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. There were multiple times that she had fought one of the pack members for bullying a sibling (mainly Fen or Y/n). She wasn’t the strongest or the smartest or the fastest, but she made up for her weaknesses with her quick thinking. Her mind connected dots faster than all of her siblings combined and it’s what made her standout. Ayano’s passion and fast brain made her a threat to some of the strategists that lead beside their father.

The duo’s red eyes glared at each other, circling the edges of the ring while they waited for the other to pounce. In this round, Ayano would receive her final win from her brother and complete her trial.

But why was that look still molded into Shong’s face? He had death in his eyes instead of the playfulness that should’ve existed there. Something’s not right.

Y/n desperately wanted to warn her sister, but if she mentioned anything about their plan, then they would all be banished for treason. It was best to just let it all play out.

Maybe their brother just got really good at acting.

Shong then jumped at Ayano, but the girl dodged it with milliseconds to spare. The brother almost slid out of the circle with the velocity of his jump, but slowed down in time. They both growled at each other.

The same actions repeated itself for the next couple of minutes; one would jump and the other would dodge. It really seemed like they were trying to kill the other, even with Y/n knowing who was supposed to win. It was terrifying.

The brother and sister looked as though they were evenly matched. They predicted the other’s movements like it was their own; they danced as if they had practiced this for hours.

However, the two weren’t the same. Shong was strong and had a everlasting stamina. Ayano didn’t.

The entire crowd could see that Ayano was growing tired. Her movements were turning sluggish and it was taking her longer and longer to dodge any attacks.

Why isn’t Shong letting her win yet?

By now, Shong should’ve done his “misstep” and lost, but he seemed so persistent on his jumps.

Then, as some twisted, sick peice of fate, their brother pounced and Ayano was too exhausted to move out of the way. She let him drag her out of the ring, her body falling limp.

Shong had one, which meant he got three wins; effectively stealing it from Ayano.

That meant that in the last round of Y/n vs Ayano, one sister would be met with the doom of banishment for the rest of their lives.

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“And so we fought. I let her win. End of story.”

Y/n set down her empty tea cup and looked at the two men in front of her. They were so invested in her story that they had forgotten about their own drinks. Steam and heat no longer rose from the small cups, it instead being a cold, lifeless collection of flavored water.

“Is that- Is she the reason you got hurt?” Lee asked, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a while.

“Uhh, yeah.” She wrung her hands. “Its a rule in my pack: when someone’s banished, they have to have something like that visible on them, so they can never come back. It was only a coincidence that my sister was the one that gave it to me.”

“I am so sorry you had to go through that, Y/n,” Mushi whispered with a frown set on his face. The girl shrugged her shoulders in response.

“I mean, it’s better that it was me and not her. Her navigation skills are subpar, so she would’ve been so lost out here,” she forced a laugh.

Mushi just his head in disbelief while Lee stared at the ground, lost in thought. It made her wonder what was going on in that head of his.

Y/n really hoped that she had made the right decision by telling them the truth. It’s not like anyone would believe these two random travelers if they ever mentioned it. But still, the thought of them telling a town and having her pack torn apart made her shudder.

Lee stood up suddenly.

It surprised the two other people, but they quickly regained their focus as the teen began to speak.

“I think you should stay with us, like for the long run,” he said confidently. “You could help us out a lot, and I think that we could help you.”

“Okay!” She stood up excitedly as well. This was the exact thing that she had been hoping for.

“And, of course, Lee,” Mushi interrupted, “shouldn’t that mean that we tell her the truth about us as well?”

Y/n was almost certain that whatever secret they had couldn’t be as bad as hiding being a werewolf.

The boy puffed out his chest and nodded his head.

“My real name is Prince Zuko and this is my Uncle, General Iroh. We are both from the fire nation.”

Silence.

There were many things running through the girl’s head, but the main one being Oh, so that’s why Mushi yelled out Zuko yesterday!

It took her a moment, but eventually she found something to say.

“You’re a prince? Should I bow or something?”

Le- or- Zuko deflated slightly at her words.

“Is that really all that you have to say?”

Iroh let out a hearty laugh at his nephew’s reaction. He quickly picked up their tea pot and cups while the two teens talked.

“And that ‘fire nation’ stuff, does that have to do with that magic thing you did yesterday?” The girl asked with a tilt of her head. This cause him to shrink even more.

“Y-you mean my bending?”

“Bending? What is tha-”

The girl paused as her ears caught a soft thumping sound; almost identical to the one that awoke her that morning.

Those people must be coming back.

She quickly warned the duo and helped them pack up their things. Just as the noise grew closer and closer, the three of them jumped on their ostrich-horses (in the same positions as they had the day before) and rode out before the group of men could find them again.

Iroh laughed from his horse beside them. “Maybe I should’ve stayed, it was nice to see old friends.”

“Too bad you don’t have any old friends that don’t want to attack you.” Zuko groaned front his seat in front of Y/n.

The three of them were riding pretty fast, so Y/n had her arms gripped around the boy’s torso. He had stiffened at first, but slowly relaxed at her touch.

“Hmm... Old friends that don’t want to attack me...”

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thanks for sticking w me guys <3

even if you skipped past the memories like i know some do, i appreciate you reading this :)

anyways might actually have some cutesy stuff next chapter so wait till next week to read it <33

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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doll

i am so tired i have had a DAY lemme tell u

so i get up and have to go to the notary to sign my WILL and then i say goodbye to my best friend and then i go thrift shopping for six hours straight, make some new friends at my local zero-waste store, get clapped at, get chatted up by the most blazed out of his mind dude i've ever seen while looking at jeans in dollar general, go to therapy, eat a very sad gyro, proceed to dick around until the friends i was spost 2 meet in the afternoon are finally available at like 11 p and then we watched twilight bonus features and psychoanalized each other until 5 am.

i am beat and very goopy sappy sorru i didnt see ur message but i will see it soon

i looooove u ane also the moon was very pretty n i thouy of u be u r very pretty and also u have white hair like moonbeams :)

sending my love to the moon in hopes she'll reflect it back down to u

-sunshine

(hehehe r u proud of me coming up with slick shit when i've been up for 23 hours‽ i do for u anything. <3 ok bye)

that is very much a DAY my love. (also i love how u called me doll AH im bluSHING)

im sorry that ur gyro was sad i hope the gyro was okay maybe someome should ask the gyro how theyre doing. poor sad gyro. they just need a friend. or maybe they were sad becauss they knew u were ab to eat it. sad gyro RIP.

6 hours is a hell of a long time to be thrift shopping i hope you found some awesome lovely things!

that blazed out his mind dude in dollar general while i were lookin at jeans is such an oddly specific description of a scene. i can see it in my mind. thats so strange tho.

psychoanalyzing your friends is a dangerous yet thrilling and fun game i hope u had a great time my sweet.

also 5 am is a long time to be awake and i am so so so proud of you and in awe of you and in love with you because you were able to SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET WITH SO LITTLE SLEEP

my sleepy sleepy love. dream of me like i do of you.

ur moonbeam flirting and reflecting ur love back to me may be one of the most beautiful things ive ever seen. (but nowhere near as beautiful as you are my sweet)

love you with the strength of ten thousand suns, but even they do not shine as bright as you my dear.

(i hope that was good)

-violet

#AAAAH WE HAVE SO MANY NAMES FOR EACH OTHER ITS ADORABLE I LOVE US #my goof #my sunshine #my love #my tay #my baby #sokka to my yue #0 days since our last nonsense #baby is the good good #tay is the good good

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ayamari-no-goshi · 3 years

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Verboten 11 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU. When Danny was five years old, he went missing for 2 weeks. In the years that follow, his family tried to make sense of what happened, only for the truth to be discovered years later.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, language. Be prepared for some very weird things

Chapter warning: child kidnappings mentioned

Parings: Danny/Sam

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr. This fic is very heavily inspired by folklore surrounding mysterious wilderness disappearances

Chapter 11

The return home was nothing but a blur. Sam’s mind couldn’t make much sense of anything until she focused on flashing lights in the darkness. Panic gripped her as the possibility those skeleton creatures followed them, but voices soon filtered through the dark trees. She called out to them in a raspy voice. At first, she thought her voice was too faint to reach them, but someone heard her.

One of the rangers came into focus as he approached her. After flashing his light over the area, he tried asking her something. His question didn’t make much sense to her, so she attempted to tell him she was okay, but the others might be hurt. Her vision swam as the ranger contacted someone on his walkie-talkie. The last thing she heard before blackness took her was the ranger trying to keep her conscious.

…

She woke up to find herself staring at a pale gray ceiling. Confused, she turned her head to get a better idea of where she was. The white walls, a single chair where Tucker was sleeping, and an IV which was attached to her clued her in that she was in a hospital. Why was she in a hospital? After glancing at Tucker again, she determined the better question was why was Tucker in the hospital? He hated them.

He roused himself after a few moments. “Hey, you’re awake!” After allowing himself a moment to stretch, he moved to her side. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” Her throat felt like sandpaper. “How’d I get here? Where is everyone else? Where’s Danny?”

“I was told the Rangers called in ambulances after we were found. We and the A-listers were taken here. We were actually the least injured – just some scrapes and bruises. The doctors said you also had a bad bump on the head. Some of the A-listers are in critical condition, but they should make it.” He glanced around before leaning closer so he could whisper, “When I was released earlier, my parents told me Danny had been found and taken here, but they’re not allowing visitors. He’s being questioned by the police because he was found in a different location hours after us and relatively unharmed. Mom said the doctors seem worried about his vitals.”

“But he didn’t do anything!” She tried to sit up only to have Tucker gently stop her.

“Hey, the only way your parents let me in here was if I promised to make sure you didn’t get up if they weren’t in the room. I’m not pushing my luck after everything else that happened.” Once he was certain she was done trying to move, he went back to the chair and wrung his hands. “Trust me. I know he didn’t have anything to do with what happened, but it looks weird to the cops that he wasn’t found with us.”

Sam wanted to argue with him just so she could vent. Danny didn’t deserve that suspicion. He was probably most affected by what happened. Remembering him in that ghostly form, she hoped he would be okay being in the world of the living. He was back there with them, so she guessed he would be okay.

She tried to question Tucker for more information, but her parents interrupted them. After a boisterous show of relief from her mother, her dad had enough tact to politely ask Tucker to give them time with their daughter. She glared at Tucker’s betrayal as he gave a half-hearted salute before he exited leaving her to try to block out her mother’s piercing voice.

….

After a barrage of tests the next morning, the doctors were confident she could be released. However, her parents wanted them to keep her for another night as a precaution. Since the doctors gave her a clean bill of health, the police came in to take a statement from her. She told them what she felt she could – that someone who called himself Youngblood killed Lester and took Mikey, and after she and her friends got separated from the others, were hunted down by someone called Plasmius. While the police seemed skeptical, they did admit her story matched up with her friends and what they could get out of Dash and Lucas.

Her annoyance at the police lessened when Tucker brought her news they were allowed to go see Danny. Her nurse was fine with it as long as she returned to her room after a couple hours.

Danny’s room was on a different floor so it took them a few minutes to get there. After knocking and entering, they found Danny sitting up on his bed and chatting with his sister. After greeting them, Jazz excused herself after giving him a searching look.

“What was that about?” Tucker questioned as he glanced back towards where Jazz disappeared.

“You know her and her psychobabble. She’s convinced I’m traumatized need to talk to someone.” Danny’s tone seemed light, but there was a notable frown on his face. “I can tell she knows I’m withholding information.”

“I think the police also think that. The cop I talked to earlier seemed upset I didn’t give him more information,” Sam admitted before she moved forward to give him a quick hug. “How are you doing considering…?” She gestured vaguely to his body. “You still owe me a date, you know.”

A chuckle escaped him. “I know I do, but they need to let me out of here first. Then we can play it by ear.” He brought his hand to his chest. “Some of my vitals are wonky because of… what happened, so the doctors want to observe me for a while still.” His eyes grew distant as he continued, “Overall, I think I’m okay, but this place makes me so uncomfortable. There is so much emotion, and… I think they’re remnants of people who died. They might be ghosts, but they seem so wispy compared to what we saw. Clockwork told me that place corrupted ghosts over time, so maybe that’s what it is. The ghosts here aren��t corrupted.”

“Dude, I feel you about hospitals being creepy. The only reason I’m here is to visit you two,” Tucker admitted as he removed his hat and wrung it. “But what do you mean by emotion?”

There was a green tinge to Danny’s eyes as he glanced at them. “I can feel… maybe taste… the fear and grief in this place. I don’t like it.”

After sharing a concerned look with Tucker, Sam gently patted Danny’s shoulder. “There are old stories that say ghosts seem to respond to strong emotions. Maybe that’s what it is.”

“Maybe.” His reply was half-hearted.

“So, how exactly did you get back? And how did the visit with Clockwork go?” Tucker questioned as he sat on the only chair in the room, leaving Sam to rest on the end of his bed.

“Frostbite brought me back after we got the report that you were attacked, he led me to a different portal as the one you went through already closed.” His head tilted as he thought about it. “Clockwork was very unsettled by the events. He’s the ghost of time, by the way, and I don’t think I ever want his job.” After catching their confused stares, Danny launched into a hushed explanation of what Clockwork told him.

“You’re telling me the ghost of time missed seeing that weird thing?” It was Tucker who finally broke the stunned silence after Danny finished. “He’s not very good at his job, is he?”

Danny shook his head. “I don’t think it’s Clockwork’s fault. From what I caught, it seems what or whoever is employing those things, they are able to move in his blind spots.”

“You said something about how those things are looking to steal kids. Do you think we have to worry about them?” Although Sam wasn’t too worried about herself, she did have small cousins that while they were brats, she had no desire to see them harmed.

“I’m not sure. I wasn’t given too much information about them, and I don’t exactly have a way to try to find a way to find out either.”

“Hmm… When my parents finally allow me out of here, I’ll go through my collection of folklore and mythology. I know it’s a long shot, but maybe there’s a mention of something like what you described.”

“Oooh! That’s a good idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” Tucker smacked himself on the head as he brought out his PDA. After a few quick button pushes, he held it up. “I now have a program running to see if there are any recent reports of those things? It might take a bit of filtering to get around CreepyPastas, but I think it’ll work.”

Danny gave them a trembling smile. “Thanks guys.”

Their conversation soon drifted to more mundane things like school and imagining Sam’s parents going on a rampage against the school district. Their conversation came to an end after Danny’s parents entered the room, a little more excited than normal. They clearly wanted to discuss something in private, so Sam and Tucker excused themselves. Tucker then walked Sam back to her room, where her nurse was waiting for them.

xxxxxx

The next day, Danny was release from the hospital under strict orders he needed to be carefully monitored. His temperature and blood pressure were still on the low side, but he seemed to be healthy. Uncertain whether or not that was his new baseline, they figured his parents would return him to the hospital if he took a turn for the worst. So, he would be allowed to stay home from school for about a week.

If he was honest, he didn’t think he parents would be too motivated to keep an eye on him as they had a new toy to keep their attention. While he, his friends, and classmates were lost in the world of the dead, his parents managed to punch open a hole into that very place with an invention they had been working on for decades. Most of their waking moments were spent hovering around it and taking measurements.

He didn’t understand why they would make such a thing. Its energy infected everything in the house. He doubted his parents or sister were able to feel it unless they stood in front of it, but that energy thrummed in his very core. It wasn’t exactly a comforting feeling, but it seemed to calm the constant fighting between his human and ghostly forms. He supposed he should be at least thankful for that as it helped prevent slip ups around his family.

That had been the most nerve wracking aspect of his changes. His energy often surged without warning which triggered some sort of ghostly ability that both Frostbite and Clockwork neglected to mention to him. His body parts liked to inappropriately pass through solid objects or disappear for a few minutes at a time. It often went away after a few frantic moments of trying to fix the problem. He had yet to tell his friends about it.

For the most part, he kept to himself and in his room while he was under this surveillance period. However, he still had bodily needs. So, he would venture to the kitchen for snacks.

A couple hours after dinner, he went downstairs for one such snack. He found his sister in the living room watching breaking news regarding a disappearance of a teen. As he listened to the reporter, a strange chill ran through him. That chill worsened after they showed a photo of the girl – she was an underclassman at his school.

“How long have you been standing there?” Jazz demanded after she realized he was there. Had he really been that quiet?

“Long enough. What exactly happened to her?” He moved to sit down on the couch with her.

“After what just happened to you, I don’t think you should listen.”

He rolled his eyes. “Jazz, I’m fine. Besides, I already heard enough to know she went missing around the same time me and my classmates did.”

Jazz narrowed her eyes as she seemingly examined him for some unknown sign. When she didn’t find it, she sighed and caught him up. “She and her family went on a normal hike on a short trail outside the city. When she didn’t come back at the designated time, a search party went looking for her. She was found unharmed near a bend the creek that follows that trail.” She paused as she scratched her head. “It doesn’t seem too unusual, but something her parents said in an interview is bugging me. They said she seemed like an entirely different person after she was found. I’m trying to get more information to see if I have any information that might be able to help them.”

“You probably shouldn’t stick your nose in it.”

The expression she shot him went from offended to sheepish as she backtracked. “Well… I wasn’t going to directly get involved. I was just going to send a message to their doctors if I could find a psychological change that could help with their prognoses. I wonder if they’d let me do a case study on her for my class.” Jazz had received special permission to return home for a couple weeks to make sure Danny was fine. However, true to form, she had promised to work on any potential projects due the time period.

“Jazz… I’m serious. You shouldn’t get involved.” When Jazz looked like she was going to argue with him, he gave her the most intense glare he could muster. “You have no idea what might have happened to her. Getting involved when you shouldn’t, might make it worse, or you might get yourself involved in something you’ll end up regretting.”

She floundered as she tried to find her words. If he didn’t know any better, she almost seemed afraid. “I don’t understand you,” she eventually told him. “You’ve never taken such an interest in any of my previous projects.”

Danny just rubbed his temples. Jazz didn’t tend to back down from anything unless she had a sound argument. “Jazz, I’m telling you, there’s something wrong here. Don’t approach her.”

“Are you implying that her temporary disappearance has something to do with what happened to you and your classmates?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but call it a gut feeling.”

She gently patted his shoulder. “I know what this is about.”

“You do?”

She gave him a pitying look. “Because your situations are so similar, you’re projecting your fears and experience on to her.”

“What? That’s not it at all!”

“You just keep telling yourself that, little brother.” With that phrase, she effectively dismissed anything else he had to say.

Still unsettled, Danny excused himself and went back to his room to see if he could find any more information as to what happened to the underclassman and to alert Sam and Tucker to the information. While he was able to get little more than the information he heard on the news report, the feeling something else was wrong wouldn’t leave him.

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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I Wish (Part IV, Continuing from When You Love Someone)

Group: DAY6

Genre: DAY6 TRILOGY CONTINUATION (What Can I Do, I Loved You, When You Love Someone)

A/N: After like 4 years of people trying to get me into Day6, I’m finally here with What Can I Do playing on repeat in the bg to help me vibe with what I’m writing. Biggest thank you to the person who got me into this mess, I might just cry with how many things I have up my sleeves now.

"3... 2... 1... Younghyun! I'm coming to find you!”

!Younghyun covers his mouth with glee, listening to his best friend run down the hallway and right past the cabinet he was hiding in.

"Jieun, please be careful down the stairs!" He heard his mother calling out from downstairs.

"Okay!" Jieun's voice rings through the house as her footsteps trace back down the steps. Younghyun closes one eye to look through the gap between the two doors, watching Jieun return up to the second floor.

"Younghyun!" The eight year old boy covers his mouth, preventing himself from laughing. Hide-and-seek is an important game ans he cannot lose to a girl.

"Younghyun~!" She shouts in a sing-songy voice, closer to the cabinet than he would like her to be. Then Jieun suddenly turns to the cabinet, catching that little glimmer in her eyes when she realised he could be hiding in there.

Younghyun's mother can hear the excited screams and yells from the second floor when she assumes Jieun has found her son hiding in his favourite hiding spot, the sound of their laughter only bringing her joy and comfort.

In the night, Younghyun's mother leaves two waterbottles outside the tent they were sleeping in (that was pitched in Younghyun's room) before leaving, turning off the lights before closing the door behind her. Younghyun crawls out, grabbing a torchlight and shining the bright beam at Jieun's gameboy as it beeps to life.

Little did they know it would be the last time they could do that, or even fit into the tent.

Younghyun was a quick-witted child, understood things faster than normal kids would. Jieun's pink-blushed face was looking down at him through the window of the passenger's seat infront as her father thanks Younghyun's parents for the three-week-long babysitting.

"Where is she going? Why is she leaving? Is she coming back? Did I do something wrong?"

Jieun's father squats and pats Younghyun's head, offering the child a look of apology that he will not understand for the next five years or so.

"We'll come back to visit, okay? Thank you for taking care of my Jieun for me."

It's like the adult thinks he can replace Younghyun's best friend when he hands him a toy robot. Jieun's eyes are unable to peel away from Younghyun when the car jerks after her father shuts the car door. Younghyun's mother is desperately wiping her son's face and holding him in his arms while he watches the car drive off.

"We'll come back to visit" is one of the biggest lies an adult can tell a child.

Younghyun jerks awake from his sleep, the alarm jolting him out of his nightmarish memory. Slamming a hand down into the alarm clock, he shuts it off and sits up, fingers running through his hair with his eyes still closed.

Kim Jieun... do you not remember me?

Park Jaehyung and Kim Jieun look a little too close for Younghyun's liking, but what can he say? They had sleepovers when they were 8 years old -- had her father not dragged her halfway across the country then, he would be in Jaehyung's place right now.

Funny how all three new students were all dumped in his class though. Kim Jieun, Yoon Dowoon and Park Jaehyung. Yet, while Jieun and Jaehyung looked like they were having the time of their lives, Dowoon seemed like he'd be better off dead.

"Hi, are you three doing alright in school?" Jieun looks up to Wonpil, eyes halved into crescents as he does his job of being the class president. Younghyun watches Jieun and Jaehyung nod and thank him, but Dowoon's earpieces were shoved so far into his ear canals, Wonpil goes unheard.

"Yah," Younghyun is surprised when Jieun drops honorifics when she calls out to Dowoon. "He's talking to us."

Dowoon gives her a side stare, and proceeds to continue ignoring her.

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time." Looking over at Dowoon again, she tries once more to get his attention.

“It’s okay,” Wonpil shakes his head, gently blocking her from reaching out to him. “I get it. He just needs time.”

Wonpil nods, giving Dowoon one more glance before returning to his seat. At the end of the day, Younghyun and Jieun had been rostered to clean the classroom, so he feels nothing but discomfort when she exhibits the diligence she was already known for back then. Picking up the mop and the broom, she starts cleaning the floor without hesitation, without giving Younghyun a second look.

Does she not remember me or--

"Kang Younghyun."

It feels like his heart had just been stabbed by an electric rod, and it takes mountainous effort for him to contain the shock and surprise he was about to barf out.

"Can you do your job?"

The boy rolls his eyes, frustrated and frankly, a little hurt that she doesn't remember him. A painful wincr of a smile shows up on his lips when she comes over, handing him one of the mops.

How many ‘Kang Younghyun’s are there anyway? Do I even look that different? Just what is keeping her from--

"When were you ever this useless?"

His eyes dart up from the table to hers, face blank but eyes full of meaning.

"I'll admit that I didn't recognise you the other day when we bumped into each other," Younghyun's heart is about to lurch out of his chest. "But it clicked so..."

The world is silent for some seconds. Younghyun's heart is yearning to reach out and hug her for he had lost the one thing he would have rather had for the rest of his life. But Jieun would probably take it the wrong way... or rather -- his replacement might not like it.

"How are you?"

The question takes Younghyun by surprise. Why did it take her so long to finally ask this? He, unfortunately, cannot swallow his pride and take her into his arms the way he wants to.

“I’m fine,” He spits, grabbing the mop and moving off to mindlessly paint the floor with water that he wasn’t even sure was clean. Jieun's eyebrows flatten against her features, confused but silent in understanding. She can only imagine how angry he was, and when a child’s anger goes unanswered, unfixed for a decade... it turns into something of a grudge that she isn’t sure she can undo.

Younghyun carelessly flings the mop around the space, the water sprinkling on all kinds of surfaces before Jieun runs over, nearly wishing to shove the mop into his face.

How immature can he get, over something that wasn’t in my control?

“Younghyun--”

“I’ve done my job,” Offering her the most nonchalant smile he can force onto his lips, he raises a fist in a bid to ‘encourage’ her. Jieun huffs in disbelief, hand running through her hair as he leaves the classroom. “Have fun.”

Jieun: i can’t believe he was such a jerk about it

You: doesn’t he know you couldn’t have done anything about it anyway

Jieun: i don’t know

Jieun: i just wish he knows i was just as sad as he was when my dad brought me away

You: maybe you need to give him time, like dowoon does

Jieun: sigh

Jieun: you’re right

Jieun: you’re there already, aren’t you?

You: yeah, what’ya want?

Jieun: nah, i’m okay. i’ll be back a little later though, had to clean up whatever younghyun didn’t

You: alright

Jieun: see you later!

Pausing right outside the cafe, Jaehyung locks the phone and sucks in a deep breath, the transparent glass providing him with a flawed view of the barista. Failing to remember the last time he had such a huge crush on someone he doesn’t even know, he gathers his courage in the palms of his sweaty hands as he pushes himself into the cafe.

“Welcome!” Her voice sounds like wind chimes and bells. “Oh! It’s you!”

“Right, hi,” Get your shit together, man.

“I’m guessing two milkshakes?” My God, that smile should be illegal.

“Uh-- just one today, actually.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widen, enlarging all the sparkles in her eyes. “Do you want to try something else?” Leaning forward over the counter, she points to the menu board stuck upright. “You can try the cold brew coffee. It’s a new item and I’ve tried it myself, pretty refreshing.”

“Okay, sure.”

That was too quick a response, man.

“Alright! Just give me a few minutes.”

I’ll give you all the time you need.

There was a struggle to contain all that admiration and envy for just a single person. When she brings the cup of coffee over, it looks like an angel serving you a cup of heaven.

She smiles not with her lips, but with her eyes, and Jaehyung cannot help but to purse his lips in a bid to contain his happiness.

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time."

Younghyun shifts his weight to the side, brain empty of thoughts besides thinking of the way Jieun spoke to Yoon Dowoon, spoke of Yoon Dowoon. The arcade had an occasional jingle sound to it due to the bell hung on the door, coupled with the rapid shooting from FPS games and then there’s the incessant smashing of game console buttons--

“Get out of my seat, cunt.”

Younghyun’s ears are drawn to the familiar voice -- a big burly dude who didn’t do much but torment the kids in the arcade. He knows better not to interfere so he plasters his attention back to the motorbike racing game he was on.

“But I don’t see your name on the console.”

The voice wrings Younghyun out of his virtual competition, an instinct telling him to get up and stop the impending disaster. He couldn’t decide if it was because he knew the big guy was a bully, or if he’s figured out that Yoon Dowoon must be related to Jieun of some sorts.

“You little--” Yoon Dowoon braces himself for impact, arm covering his head, until he hears a thud right above him. His eyes travel up, logic taking awhile to settle around his saviour’s facial features as the bully’s wrist is held tightly in someone else’s palm.

“He’s got a point. Console doesn’t have your name on it.”

Dowoon frowns when he connects the dots, suddenly more agitated that he needs another boy to help him out of his misery. Out of annoyance, and of the many options he could’ve chosen to carry out, he chooses to storm off.

Younghyun smirks to himself, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

Dowoon finds himself stranded along the roadside after he’s bought himself a little bottle of milk, the kind that his father used to get for him when he was a kid, before his mother had chosen to remarry one of the richest Kims in the country.

He fiddles with the ointment and the single hard-boiled egg in his pocket, silently hoping that if his classmate wouldn’t appear from the corner and beat him into a pulp the way he probably had been, Dowoon could show some kind of gratitude.

Speaking of the Devil, Younghyun turns round the corner, slight frustration overwhelming his eyes when he spots Dowoon candidly sipping on his milk.

“You really know how to run away from a fight, don’t you?” He grabs the chair and plops himself down, already ready to shove that bottle of milk down Dowoon’s mouth for ditching him. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, he manages to restrain himself from wincing.

Dowoon pulls out the ointment and hard-boiled egg, gently pushing it across the table. The gesture catches Younghyun off-guard, a second smile of disbelief surfacing on his lips.

“Were you just waiting for me to show up so you could hand me these?”

Dowoon mischievously raises a brow, taking a loud sip from his milk. “Mhm.”

Younghyun cannot help but snort at Dowoon’s daring nature before he picks the egg up and rubs it across his cheekbone.

“So,” Dowoon doesn’t hesitate to start. “What’s your relationship with Jieun?”

The smile falls from Younghyun’s face, and Dowoon isn’t an idiot. Contrary to his silent demeanor, he used to be known for being able to read people easily.

“I see the way you look at her, and when you were rostered to stay back to clean up the classroom today... I heard a bit of it.”

Refusing to admit that he’s just been exposed, Younghyun cracks the egg on the tabletop. Begins to peel the shell of the milky white interior. The last few sips of Dowoon’s milk becomes particularly loud when he puts in the extra effort to suck it up, then he throws it in a nice toss into the nearest dustbin.

“You don’t have to hide anything, you know,” Dowoon says with calm in his voice. “It’s not like I’ll tell her anything. We might live in the same house but I know to protect a man’s pride.”

He can feel his saviour’s eyes pierce through his skull as he says those exact words. Good, I got it spot on.

“Same house, huh?” Younghyun takes a bite from the egg. “I’m guessing this is why she moved away ten years ago.”

It was Dowoon’s turn to fall silent, simply because he must’ve been crying about his father leaving him somewhere on the other side of the country too.

“Why’d you guys move back here then? Only recently?”

“Mother invested in some new apartments nearby, got the suite and dumped us there.”

Younghyun hums, chewing on the egg yolk. “And... Jaehyung?”

Dowoon studies Younghyun’s inability to look at him in the eye. He’s jealous of Jieun’s best friend.

“You’ll find out when you ask Jieun yourself.”

#day6 #day6 fanfic #day6 scenario #wonpil #sungjin #youngk #dowoon #jae #idk what else to tag

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palettes-and-prompts · 4 years

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Dialogue Prompts Based on Parts of the Body

I was saving these for when I had to leave for a week but it looks like we’ll all be quarantined for a while so I figured now would be a good time to post these. Especially since my sleep schedule is all messed up (Not your fault, corn anon! This one’s on me.) so I don’t know when I’ll be awake or asleep. I just wanna have something out.

Head 1) "I keep seeing things and it's getting harder for me to tell what's real anymore." 2) "Shit, your head's bleeding. No, hey, keep your eyes open for me. Don't go to sleep." 3) "I think they're seeing someone behind my back, but maybe it's all in my head." 4) "I can't remember who I am or how I got here. Do I know you?" 5) "My head feels like it's splitting right down the middle." 6) "I can't think, my head hurts so bad, everything is so loud. Can you just make it stop, make all the noise stop!" 7) "You can see them, can't you? No one else can see them and I thought I was going crazy but you can see them, can't you? You can!" 8) "What do you mean the crash might cause them to be different? Are you saying they wont be able to walk or something?" "I'm saying they might not remember some things." 9) "I think I remembered something that happened to me a long time ago." 10) "I can't remember how I got here but I'm covered in blood. I'm covered in blood and I don't know whose it is or what I did. And I think if something doesn't happen soon it's going to happen again."

Neck 1) "It would be so easy to snap your neck like this." 2) "I can feel your heart beating against my hand and all I want to is rip your throat out." 3) "Oh my god, is that a hickey? Ew, what's their name? Tell me everything!" 4) "The fuck is that on your neck, is that a hickey? How can you have a hickey if I've been gone for weeks?" 5) "I think I have a crick in my neck, I don't know how much couch hopping I can do." "You can always go back to Person A." "I'd rather have the pain in my neck." 6) "You have bruises on your neck, you keep telling everyone they're hickeys but I can see it, the pattern, they're finger prints. Who's doing this to you?" 7) "What are you do with your hand around my neck? You going to kill me, just like you did them? Huh? Cause if you're going to kill me get it over with already." 8) "Fuck, you sound so good when I kiss your neck like that." 9) "Jesus Christ, what's with the huge bandage on your neck, you get bit or something?" 10) "Choke me." "What?!" "Just choke me a little, I'll tell you when to stop. Come on, you choke me and I'll do that thing you like later."

Shoulders 1) "I hate him, he's always putting his hands on my shoulders." 2) "Come here, baby, let me rub your shoulders and help you relax." 3) "Fuck, hold onto my shoulders and spread your legs a little more for me." 4) "You keep digging your nails into my shoulder." 5) "They're always sitting beside you, putting their head on your shoulder, you must think about them too, don't you?" 6) "You got shot." "In the shoulder, barely even feel it." 7) "Your bed's killing my shoulder, you need a new mattress." "Well, you're the one with money, why don't you buy me a new one? Or maybe next time we meet it can be at a hotel." "My husband/wife would kill me." 8) "I didn't want you to leave me here! I didn't want that at all. I wanted you to put your arm around my shoulder and tell me it was going to get better even if it wasn't! I wanted you to be there for me!" 9) "Head held high, shoulders back. Wonderful, you all look lovely, make me proud out there." 10) "My shoulder hurts from carrying these bags." "I know, mine do too. But we're almost there. Just a little further and we'll be home."

Heart 1) "Lay them back, we need to restart the heart." 2) "My heart hurts when I look at them together." 3) "Your heart is beating so fast, are you scared of me?" 4) "I don't hear a heartbeat. I don't hear anything." 5) "This is your heartbeat, and this is your baby's hear--oh. My apologies, the sound of both of your babies heartbeats." "Twins?!" 6) "Don't trust them, they know just how to wrap their manicured nails around your heart and rip it from your chest." 7) "Something's wrong." "Your clutching your heart, are you okay?" "It's not me, I'm linked with Person B, it's them. I can feel them. Something's wrong." 8) "I heard your heart stop when they entered the room, do you know them?" "No." "Liar." 9) "Say a single word and I'll put a bullet in your partner's heart. And you know they aren't wearing a vest right now." 10) "Help! Help!" "What's wrong?" "I think they're having a heart attack!"

Ribs 1) "Oh my god, you're ticklish! Wow, who knew someone so tough could be taken down by just a little bit of tickling." 2) "The car hit them hard, they could have some broken ribs, possible internal bleeding, we need to get them to the hospital now!" 3) "I can't be here, I need to find Person A." "Easy, tiger, one of your ribs punctured your lung, you're not going anywhere for a while. We'll find them." 4) "Make a sound and I'll put my hand through their rib cage and eat their heart in front of you." 5) "Break open the ribs." "What? Break them open?" "Yeah, how else are you going to harvest the organs?" 6) "I heard tattoos on the ribs hurt the most." "Yeah, they can be painful, are you sure you want it there?" "I'm sure." 7) "Do you think human ribs taste as good as regular ribs?" "Stop being so fucking morbid, Person B." 8) "Stabbing someone can be hard, what you wanna do is aim under the ribs for the heart, then they'll bleed out pretty quick." "Thanks, mom/dad!" 9) "Am I dead?" "No, you're alive. You got your ass handed to you by a group of twelve year olds. They managed to break eight of your ribs just by kicking you." 10) "If you're going to be annoying I can always have my monster crush your rib cage. But if you're good I'll let you call your family."

Stomach 1) "Look at you, you're getting bigger and bigger every day. Soon we'll get to meet our baby." 2) "Hi, I'm Doctor [Insert name here.] We finished your surgery. We're going to try everything to keep you from scarring, but you'll most likely still have a scar on your stomach." 3) "Your stomach keeps rumbling, you need to eat before you pass out again." 4) "Doctor, can you please tell me why my stomach keeps hurting?" "You have a parasite, the only weird thing is it's definitely not from this earth." 5) "Your stomach is so soft." "Gee, thanks." "My soft marshmallow girl/boy. So comfy, so soft. I love you so much." 6) "I don't know if I can watch this. I don't think I can stomach it." "Watch or I'll hurt them even more." 7) "I don't think my stomach can take much more of this ride." 8) "You might not want to drink blood, but you need to. It's the only thing your stomach can handle." 9) "Here, drink this, it'll settle your stomach so you wont be sick again." 10) "Dude, your stomach just growled and sounded like 'Help me. I'm hungry, help me!'" "Shut up!"

Arms 1) "Oh wow, your arms are so big, do you work out?" 2) "Fuck, my arm is broken, my arm is fucking broken." "What'd you do?" "I jumped off the roof." "WHY WOULD YOU JUM-" "I wanted to see if I could make it into the pool!" 3) "I've got their arms behind their back, they're not going anywhere." 4) "Person B?" "Yeah?" "I can't feel my arms...I-I can't feel anything." 5) "My arms are killing me." "Hey, finish digging this hole, we've got a couple of guys coming to dump a body so we gotta be quick." "This is so boring though." "Do you want five hundred dollars or not?" "...yeah." 6) "My arm feels like I got hit like super hard. Like, by a superhero or something." "Oh my god you've been shot!" 7) "That cut on your arm is deep, if we don't clean it you could get an infection." "I'm glad you're okay." "I'll be even better when you're patched up." 8) "Hold my arms behind my back with one hand and pull my hair with the other." "You're into that?" "Just do it already!" 9) "Hold their arm out, I've been waiting too long to taste their blood I'm not waiting any longer." 10) "Relax, I'm just putting an IV in your arm." "Is Person B-" "They're fine. You saved them."

Hands 1) "Next time you put your hands on my boy/girl I'll break them." 2) "Your hands feel good in my hair like that." 3) "Do we have a deal? You stay in your territory I stay in mine and we inform one another when we need to cross into each other's territory?" "And if any strays walk in without permission?" "Both sides are allowed to kill any strays." "We have a deal? Shake hands on it?" 4) "Your hands are so cold, here, put them in mine and I'll warm them up." 5) "Your hands are all cut up." "They didn't like it when they found out I was trying to steal from them." 6) "You know, now that your handcuffed and I can finally see you up close you're pretty cute." "Bite me." 7) "Hands in the air!" "Shit, I-I was just looking at the car!" "Hands in the air! Now wave them like you just don't care!" "Huh? I--Person B? You piece of shit, I thought you were a cop!" "Nah, there's no one around now hurry up and break in. I've never stole a Mercedes before!" 8) "Hold out your hands, I've got something for you." 9) "Give me your hands, now close your eyes and repeat exactly what I say or the spell wont work." 10) "Put your hands on me again like that and I'll fucking kill you." "You used to like it when I put my hands on you." "Yeah, well, not anymore."

Hips 1) "I didn't give you those so who did? Who gave you those bite marks on your hips?" 2) "Jesus, look at you, move too hard and you'll break a hip." "I'm not fucking old!" 3) "Are you okay?" "I just hit my hip on the edge of that table so fucking hard, holy shit." 4) "Don't bump me with your hip, you bitch, I'll kill you!" 5) "Grab me by my hips and pull me closer." "Really? This is happening?" "Oh my god, I have to do everything." 6) "I think you should get a tattoo of my name on your hip." "So we can break up and things be weird and then I have to fork out money to get it removed? No way." 7) "You've got bruises everywhere, shoulder, wrist, hips-" "They just get a little rough when we're in bed, that's all. It's nothing." "They're in the shape of hand prints. That's not nothing." 8) "Come on, harder, put your hips into it!" 9) "Don't laugh but I fell really really hard and I actually think I broke my hip." "Oh my god, you're young, why do you have the hips of an ninety-seven year old woman?" "Just fucking help me!" 10) "God, they did it so hard one night I swear I thought they were gonna break my hips."

Thighs 1) "Your thighs are so fucking soft. It's cute." 2) "Talk shit and I'll use my thighs to crush you like a watermelon." 3) "Keep your thighs spread open. Yeah, just like that, baby." 4) "I think I pulled a muscle in my thigh." "Doing what? You don't even exercise? How did you pull anything?" 5) "You should see what they do when you're not around you girlfriend/boyfriend. They get super touchy. They're always putting their hands on Person A's thighs." 6) "Fuck, I can't go swimming this weekend, look at my thighs. You left so many bruises." "You weren't complaining at the time." "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" 7) "Your thighs are fucking thick. In a good way, it's hot. I like it." "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me, dumbass." 8) "I know it feels good, baby but if you don't stop closing your thighs I'll have to hold them open." 9) "I love watching you sit on my lap. Especially when you put my hand between your thighs when you get needy." 10) "Fuck, you been working out? You've got really nice thighs." "Uhh...thanks?"

Legs 1) "If you're not between my legs in the next thirty seconds I swear I'm calling someone else to come here and do it for me." 2) "Been busy?" "No." "That's not what the bruises on your knees are saying." 3) "My leg, I think it's broken." "Help them up." "No, go on without me." "No." "I'll only slow you down. Go before they catch up to us!" 4) "I need a hand over here." "How about a leg?" "If you throw your prosthetic leg at me one more time I'm gonna come over there and beat you with it." "...fine, never mind, do it yourself." 5) "Break my chair and I'll break your legs!" 6) "You've got to stop wearing tight jeans like this, they're so hard to get off your legs." "Yeah, but you like how I look in them." 7) "I can't move, my leg's broken." "I'm coming back." "No! No, just stay there, I'm gonna talk you through how to do it, okay?" "Okay." "Find the control panel." 8) "We have to stop moving." "We can't, the second we stop is the second they catch us." "My legs are so tired, I don't think I can keep running." "Listen to me, you wanna see everyone right? Right. So keep moving or we wont ever see them again. We just have to make it to the border." 9) "Legs apart, hands on the vehicle." "If you wanted to feel me up, officer, you could have just said so." "Shut up and put your hands behind your back." 10) "Don't put your hand between my legs in public." "I didn't hear you complaining earlier." "Shut up."

Feet 1) "Jesus! Your feet are all bloody, what did you do? Walk on glass?" 2) "These heels are killing my feet." "I don't care, I'm not calling off the biggest job of our career because your feet are tired. The richest people in the world are here and I plan on taking every dime from them tonight. So you can suck it up and go flirt with that guy over there, you look like his type." "Fuck you." "Make me proud, baby." 3) "Ow! What the fuck, you shot me in the foot!" "I thought they were blanks!" "THEY CLEARLY WEREN'T!" 4) "Damn, look at this footprint. Whoever the murderer is they've got some big ass feet." "Those aren't the murderer's footprints, those are mine." "Oh shit!" 5) "I don't get this whole Cinderella thing, like, she clearly couldn't have been the only person in the whole kingdom with that size foot. Also, like, the people checking everyone's feet were there! They know what Cinderella looks like, how did they not just narrow their search to blonde hair and blue eyes? These royal people have foot fetishes and just wanted to look at everyone's feet. That's the only thing that makes sense unless everyone just has shitty vision." 6) "Toe socks are just gloves for your feet and I don't fuck with that." 7) "Why are you two covering your feet? You two get matching tattoos? Because if you handcuffed your feet together again I'm going to be very, very upset." 8) "What are you doing?" "I'm crushing grapes to make wine. You should try it. It kind of feels like I'm crushing little tiny people so I can squish the blood out of them and drink it." "Dark! But I'm glad you're having fun!" 9) "You know that song that goes 'And I would walk five hundred miles!' The people who wrote that have never walked five hundred miles in their fucking life because if they had they would not have wrote a song about doing that for someone because no one would do that! I wouldn't even walk fifty miles for someone. My feet are killing me!" 10) "If you don't tell me where the money is I'm going to hang you up by your feet and dunk you in a pit of sharks. And if you think I'm joking... PERSON B OPEN THE TANK!"

Sorry the asks are taking a bit, I wanted to get all the prompt asks out of the way first though before I started with the character palettes because they were sent first. But I hope you enjoy these while I wait and if you like these I might make a part 2.

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losingitinjersey · 4 years

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Ten days in and I’m officially in love. Erp’s (extremely detailed) birth story coming atcha below.

Friday morning I woke up after having taken my first half dose of Unisome so I got the perfect night sleep with minimal grogginess in the morning. Despite the good night sleep I felt off when I woke up. Had some loose stools and slight nausea which was weird for me. It made me take my time getting ready.

I got the pleasure of seeing Kevin in the morning because he was going in for his surgery rotation exam so he had a later start time than his recent 4am mornings. At 8:15 a.m. I was putting on a compression sock and the next thing I know I feel myself peeing/leaking on the fresh pad I just put on. This was unexpected since I literally had just gone to the bathroom and this was too much wetness for a normal bladder leak, especially since I didn’t cough/sneeze/laugh to cause it. Then some cramping started and I immediately started sobbing at the realization of what this meant and got myself to the bathroom immediately. (all while wearing still just half of one compression sock)

I had been texting with my sister that morning (since she’s the only other person awake on the east coast that I text with prior to 8a.m.), told her earlier that I felt weird so she was the first person I texted that I think my water had broken. She told me to call her immediately and she calmed me down and was so happy/excited for me. She said she’d handle calling my mom (who it was 5a.m. for in California) and told me to call the OB’s office. Mind you, Kevin is now 15 minutes into his exam and when he left that morning he said, “this will all be over in 6 hours” so I’m going into this thinking he’d be completely unreachable until 2 p.m. I text my mother-in-law, as I’m waiting for a call back from the OB, to keep her updated and she immediately calls me and tells me to call an ambulance or get an Uber and to get to the hospital asap. The fact that my pain was coming from my vagina and not lower back or abdomen had her worried and she wanted me checked out right away.

Even though I was in pain, and it was increasing, I didn’t think an ambulance was necessary so I texted my next door neighbor to see if she could drive me but she wasn’t responding. Katie, my other neighbor, was in Jamaica so she wasn’t an option. In the meantime, the OB office calls back, I describe what’s happening and she confirms that yes, I need to go to the hospital and she will meet me there. Thankfully, the woman that’s on call is my favorite person out of the entire office of 15 providers, so I’m happy it’s her (Nell, a midwife). Shortly after I hang up I order a Lyft and they were en route before I started getting myself dressed. As we had planned to do all of our last minute prep work this weekend since Kevin would finally be done with his intense surgery rotation, we didn’t have a hospital bag packed. I put on the only clothes that were clean(ish), comfy, and nearby, along with some slippers and took one last belly bump pic before locking up my house, saying goodbye to my cat (who was thoroughly freaked out due to my cries of pain), and waddling to the Lyft parked outside my house.

I tried to act cool in the car not wanting the dude to know he was transferring a woman actively in labor to the hospital but there was a good chance he was aware given how stiffly I sat in his car and how my body language read not to talk to me. Thankfully, the hospital is nearby and 15 minutes later he pulled up to the entrance and I got out of the car and started sobbing again. I walk through the hospital doors and see the single security/registration guy and tell him I’m in labor and ask where I go. He starts giving me directions and I just repeat back to him verbally and with my hand, “three?” and he confirms yes, third floor. (Surprised he didn’t grab me a wheelchair or accompany me). I make my way to the elevators, still sobbing, hit the button and head up to the third floor with a woman in scrubs also getting off on that floor. I walk out of the elevator, stop and look around at all the signs trying to figure out where to go from here. She tells me to turn left so I blindly walk that way alone. I come to a door with a button so I hit the button and am buzzed in. I’m now in a long hallway, not knowing where to go or why no one is helping this pregnant crying woman.

I come up to a desk, eyes blurred with tears and see a sign in book so I grab the pen not sure what else to do and a woman behind the counter comes up so I look up at her, tell her I’m in labor and I don’t know what to do. She then walks with me to a group of nurses and one of them walks me back into a room and has me sit down on a hospital bed, gets me a gown and talks me through a bunch of questions. At one point she makes a comment about how I haven’t gone through any classes. And I’m like, what? Lady, I’ve gone to every single one. She sounded surprised and asked why I was crying then. Um, I’m alone and going through this for the first time - I’m allowed to express how I’m feeling and that feeling is incredibly scared.

Nell comes in and checks where I’m at and it hurts really bad. She says she can’t tell how dilated I am because something about how my cervix hasn’t gone through a pregnancy before but she did say that she could feel Erp’s head. Which shocked me since at my appointment on Monday they commented about how high up the baby was. At this point, I’m then left mostly alone to go through waves of contractions, which hurt far far far worse than I ever expected, with a nurse randomly coming in and out. I’m given an IV and a few medications to curb the pain which were helpful but I definitely was still experiencing an exorbitant amount of discomfort and anguish.

Finally around 10:30 a.m. they start talking about getting me an epidural which needed to wait until I had my blood work processed. By 11 a.m. Kevin had arrived just as they started to administer my epidural. I was really glad he was there even though I was so blinded by pain that I wasn’t able to do much but grip the bed rails and ride them out. After my epidural took effect I felt SO MUCH BETTER. I had this extreme euphoria that made me forget all the pain I had just experienced. I remember even thinking to myself that it wasn’t that bad, I could totally get pregnant again asap.

I’m then checked again and to everyone’s surprise I’m already dilated to a 10. I couldn’t believe it. From what I thought labor was like I thought it would take hours upon hours if not days to get to a 10, not 3 hours. Nell has me hang out for an hour and a half while the epidural wore off so I could get some feeling back to start pushing. Around 1 p.m. I start actively pushing in spurts with the help of Kevin and the nurse. During this time, Kevin takes the 5-10 minute down times to work on completing the paper he has to submit by 4 p.m. Remember that 6 hour time frame he told me about this morning? That included writing a paper so while his test was done in 2.5 hours and he immediately came to the hospital after finishing the test and checking his phone (their phones and all belongings are kept in a separate room during exams so he didn’t realize I was in labor until after he finished the test). So he was able to write, finish and submit his paper all while helping hold my legs and coaching me through pushing. What a man!

At 4:32 p.m. I made my final push (which hurt a lot more than the rest of the pushes) and out came Erp. They placed this warm, slimy baby on my stomach (she had an incredibly short umbilical cord so that was as high as they could place her) and the first words out of my mouth were, “what the fuck.” I “knew” a baby came at the end of this pregnancy but it was still so so so weird to now have this tiny creature with me. Kevin cut the cord and they placed her on my chest as I came to grips with the fact that she’s ours. The nurse was snapping pictures and they all came out with me having the most puzzled faces of disbelief but Kevin’s smile is beaming through :) At birth her stats were 6lbs 14oz and 21 inches. We stayed at the hospital for the next two days and were discharged the afternoon of Sunday, December 20th. (also shown above is the intense rats nest in my hair from going through labor and staying in bed for two days)

I’ve gone through such intense waves of emotion since my water broke. From extreme fear, to the highest high of happiness euphoria, to sobbing at just looking at her and realizing how blessed we are, to irritability and general moodiness, to very deep sorrow at the realization that I don’t get to stay home and live this life with her - that I have to go back to work in an extremely short time span and hand her off to a stranger (who’s to be determined). I’ve never felt mood swings more powerful than this in my life and I’d be lying if I said things are all just peachy keen. I’ve never experienced sleep deprivation like this nor this strength of hormone shifts. Yes, we’re healthy and happy and incredibly blessed but this has been much more emotionally charged than I anticipated, both positively and negatively.

On the whole, though, we’re doing really really well. She’s a great baby who is above all healthy, rarely fussy, is a self soother, and loves snuggling. She’s my little squish and I get excited every time I get to see her, which is at least every three hours due to her feeding schedule.

Thank you all for sharing your support, love and excitement for us during this oh so exciting time!

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dreamsafterhours · 4 years

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

taglist: @lavellanfriendliness

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seasonofthegeek · 5 years

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One Jump Ahead: Matching

Written for @ladrienjune

Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29:

“Hey, are you with us?”

Adrien opened his eyes slowly and groaned. Marinette smiled down at him, tears running down her cheeks. Everything hurt but if she was here, it must be heaven. “Am I dead?”

“Don’t even joke about that, dude,” Nino frowned from the other side of the bed. “I’m already tempted to never let you leave the apartment again. I think it’s the first time your dad and I have ever agreed on something.”

“Give him some space, babe. You can be the angry, protective big brother when he’s been awake longer than thirty seconds,” Alya said gently, taking his arm. She nodded at Marinette. “We’ll go get some coffee and be back in a few.”

Marinette watched them go before looking back down at Adrien. She swallowed thickly as the tears began to fall faster. “I’m so mad at you right now.” A sob forced its way out and she fell over him, holding him as best she could from her position standing beside the hospital bed.

He still felt a little disoriented but he tried to hold her back the best he could. “I’m okay. Everything’s fine.” He let her cry against his chest until she began to quiet and he awkwardly rubbed the back of her shoulder since it was what he could reach without the IV in his hand pulling too much. “I don’t think I understand what happened though.”

With a sniff, she pulled back. “You mean when you immediately dropped after I was somehow magically healed?” she accused.

Adrien smiled tiredly. “I was thinking a little more like how I got here. I thought...”

“I thought you were dead too,” she whispered. “But...I know this is going to sound crazy, but I could’ve sworn I heard Felix. He said he was refusing to let you cross over and that I know what a stubborn bastard he could be so I better get you to the hospital.”

“I think I was standing in this hallway but Chat Noir was in my way and threatened to Cataclysm me if I didn’t turn around,” he replied, face screwed up in confusion. “That couldn’t have been real though...”

She made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Still protecting me even now,” she whispered.

Adrien tried to reach out for her and got frustrated by the wires and bed railing in the way. “Can you lay down with me? I really want to hold you.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You couldn’t possibly.”

She carefully climbed into the bed and cuddled up next to him. They both sighed in relief as their heartbeats seemed to sync up.

“I think our heartbeats match now,” Adrien chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Fu warned our life forces would be all tangled if I used that power. I hope you don’t mind too much.”

“Don’t you ever scare me like this again.”

He looked down his body to see the Miraculous had been replaced with a hospital identity bracelet. “Did you take Wayzz back to Fu?”

“Nino did. I explained everything to him so he would know what to expect.”

“What happened to the villain?”

Marinette let out a deep exhale. “Down for now but they warned that more were coming. Called themselves the Harbinger, said they were only the beginning of a new wave of Miraculous holders that would rule the world.”

“That’s terrifying.”

“Yeah.”

The silence stretched on between them for a while before Adrien spoke again. “I’m going to need the bracelet back, Mari,” he said quietly.

“No.”

“I’m not going to let you face more villains like this on your own.”

“And I’m not going to let you almost kill yourself again trying to save me. You cannot have the Turtle back.”

Adrien heard the loophole in her words but decided it wasn’t the time to press it. He held her close and listened to the reassuring sound of her breathing and felt sleep take him under.

Buy me a cherry coke?

#ladrienjune #miraculous ladybug

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sunriseskog · 5 years

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comethru- Auston Matthews

Request: n/a this was entirely self induglent bc im sad and ive had comethru by Jermey Zucker stuck in my head for weeks

Word Count: 2,267

Warnings: cursing, angst, dudes being assholes, mentions of tr*ding auston

A/N: ive been on hiatus for a long ass time so any feedback is more than welcome!!!! also i am fully aware that i used this gift for my last post but its hot and i dont care

It had been a little over a month since Auston left. No… that’s not quite right. It had been a little over a month since Auston left Toronto. It had been just barely under a month since you had left Auston.

You weren’t entirely sure who the trade surprised more, but you did know for a fact that it had had a far greater effect on you than it had on Auston.

He had remained optimistic in the beginning. After all, Buffalo is barely a 2-hour drive on a bad day. On a good day, he could probably make it in an hour and a half. But the two of you had quickly reached the conclusion that either of you driving 4+ hours a day wasn’t practical, and it wasn’t fair to whoever drew the short end of the stick, pun intended. You knew he would never ask you to move for him, hell even moving in together had been a stretch for you, but you also knew that there was an unspoken expectation that eventually the both of you would relocate closer to the arena.

Before he had even reached the border, you had managed to convince yourself that this short distance relationship would cripple your relationship before you could even begin filling out the US immigration forms to move with him, let alone actually convince yourself to do it. So you backed off. You knew that trying to exhaust what was left of the relationship would only end up destroying you the both of you more than was necessary, so you let go. You knew it wouldn’t take him long to pick up on the fact that you were becoming distant, taking longer to respond to texts, barely calling him back and conveniently timing your responses with the specific intention of him not being able to pick up. You may have been stupid, but you sure as hell weren’t subtle. You knew that as long you were the bad guy in the scenario, it wouldn’t take him nearly as long to get over you, and as long as you remained in control of the situation, you knew that you’d come out of the tail end of things perfectly fine.

And you were. You were absolutely, positively fine. But that was all you were. You weren’t good or great or doing well, you were just… fine. You were off-kilter, sure, but you were surviving, and that was honestly all you had come to ask of yourself. You were sure that the other shoe would drop soon enough, you had ridden the high and now you were at the plateau, but the comedown seemed to always be lurking around the corner.

One too many sleepless nights in a row had come to significantly impact your sleeping schedule. It had gotten to the point where your boss had come to expect your work day to end at 5 am instead of 5 pm. It was nice, though. To see the city when it felt like no one else could. To have your whole day to yourself, even though it was technically night. Everything was much quieter, and there were moments where it felt like you might be the only person in the entire city to be awake, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You rarely interacted with anyone, you didn’t even wake up until hours after the last of your coworkers had left the building, and every errand you had to run could be completed via the self-checkout of the 24 hr supermarket a few blocks away from your apartment building. You weren’t lonely by any means, you just so happened to be alone.

Except on game nights. You were never alone on game nights. Luckily, there weren’t very many Toronto residents that enjoyed watching one of their franchise players play in a different teams jersey, but you still couldn’t help but punish yourself by watching his games whenever they were on at the sports bar you frequented. You told yourself that as long as someone else put the game on, and as long as you left with someone new before the game was over, then it wasn’t nearly as pathetic as it seemed.

An issue arose the first time Toronto played the Sabres. You hadn’t checked the schedule, you just knew that there was a game. You also knew that if you were ever alone when a game was on you would curl up with far too much ice cream and a borderline dangerous amount of rum, neither of which were ideal. Immediately upon entering the bar, you knew that it was far too crowded for there to not be a Leafs game on, it was nowhere near baseball season, and the sea of blue jerseys couldn’t be for any other team. An involuntary wince consumed your face as Auston’s name reached your ears, it seemed like every congregation of fans in the entire establishment were talking about him, and a cursory glance at the nearest screen confirmed your fears.

The bad news was that if you stayed, you would have to watch Auston play, which was bound to be painful for any Leafs fan, but this one would hurt you just a little more than all the others— the knowledge that he was just across the city weighed heavily on your shoulders as you pushed through the crowd to find an empty stool somewhere. The worse news was that there was no way in hell a single guy in here would be willing to leave before the game was over, so you’d either have to watch all of it and then fuck the feelings away, or go home and watch all of it and probably end up crying for a majority of the third period. The former seemed like a more viable option at the time.

Now, though? You wished you had just gone home. Because it turns out you were wrong, there was a dude at the bar who was willing to leave before the end, as it would turn out, he was ready to leave before the second period was halfway through. That should have been your first red flag.

In your defense, you had a lot of other shit going on, and your brain was far too preoccupied coping with the stress that the game was bringing to consider the fact that the nice guy who had been paying for your drinks might not turn out to be that nice after all.

On the cab ride back to your apartment, you found out that his name was Sam and he was a lifelong Leafs fan. The two of you bonded over having grown up around hockey without actually playing it, and you even shared a cigarette at the entrance of your building’s lobby. It wasn’t until the two of you stepped into your living room that things took a turn for the worse.

The framed and signed Matthews jersey on the mantle had been more of a joke than anything else, all of your friends thought it was funny while the two of you were together, and you hadn’t had anyone over since the breakup, so you hadn’t found a reason to convince yourself to take it down. The look of disgust on Sam’s face as soon as he laid eyes on it would have been a fairly convincing reason if you actually gave a shit what he thought about you.

“That’s borderline sacrilege,” he commented, gesturing towards the display. You shot him an incredulous look, waiting for him to give any indication that he was making a joke.

“What?” You questioned, not really confused, just wanting to clarify if he was saying. What you thought he was saying.

“You can’t seriously call yourself a leafs fan and still support that guy! He’s a traitor,” He asserted. His over passionate gesturing indicated that he was genuinely this invested in the topic, which should have been your second red flag.

“I mean c’mon, (Y/N),” He continued. “You’re not stupid, are you?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at how pretentious and condescending he was being, without seeming to realize that he was acting like an absolute prick.

“I can assure you, Samuel,” You drawled sarcastically. “I am anything but stupid, but you have got to be absolutely moronic if you genuinely believe that I’m going to let you fuck me after speaking to me like I'm a goddamn child. Your kinks are your business but that's not really my style,” you sneered as you moved towards the doorway in order to invite him to throw himself out so you didn’t have to bother touching him any more than you already had.

“Now why don’t you get the fuck out of my house, dick head,” You spoke as your lip curled and your brow quirked, gesturing through the doorway to drive the point through his thick skull.

“Gladly,” He scoffed, slamming his shoulder into yours as he stepped past you. “Not like I’d want to fuck a whore like you anyways!” He shouted over his should as he started towards the stairs.

“Open your mouth that wide again and I’m gonna have to ask you to chortle my cock, Samuel” You responded, giving a middle finger to his back for your own satisfaction. You had never been one to censor your insults, and over the years they had become more and more lewd. This, of course, had never really presented itself as a problem until you caught the eye of your neighbor as you turned to storm back inside of your apartment. You couldn’t help but wince apologetically at the old woman, giving her a repentant head nod as you shuffled back inside.

You let your back hit the inside of the door, sliding roughly down until your tailbone hit the hardwood floor beneath your feet. Of course, the first substantial interaction you had in over a month would turn out to be a spectacular disaster. And of course, it was because of Auston. Realistically, you knew it wasn’t his fault, you just really really needed someone else to blame right now. You carded your fingers through your scalp roughly, and let out an elongated groan in the hopes that it would satisfy the overwhelming urge that you had had to scream at the top of your lungs for the past month or so.

As you stared at your own intertwined fingers in an attempt to calm yourself down, you couldn’t help but notice that your fingers were shaking. This wasn’t a recent development by any means, but this was the first time that you had noticed it being this aggressive. It usually only happened when you had coffee, which was why you had abstained from it for a majority of your life. As you looked back on what your routine had become, you realized that through all the late nights and later mornings, you had been popping caffeine pills and ordering espressos far more than the ‘one-time thing’ you told yourself it was. The realization that your life had done a complete 180 in the span of 5 weeks began to weigh on you, and it seemed like your mind was consumed entirely by flurries of memories of bad habits you had fallen back into and the lifeless moments you had spent floundering, convincing yourself that you were fine on your own, despite the fact that that was anything but the truth.

It didn’t take very long to find his contact picture in your recent messages. You hadn’t had much of a reason to talk to that many people lately. It took longer to open up the message thread, trying to prepare yourself to view the unbearably awkward finality of your most recent messages to each other. The preview underneath his name only served as a painful reminder that the last time he had texted you was to say that he loved you. And you hadn’t said it back.

You weren’t sure if he was going to respond, hell you went sure he was even going to read it. For all you knew it was entirely within the realm of possibility that he had blocked you a while ago. You knew exactly what to say, surprisingly, that wasn’t the hard part. Of the few letters that you typed, the closer you got to reaching out to him again seemed to calm you down more and more. By the time you tacked on the question mark at the end, your fingers had stopped trembling for there first time in what you could assume had been at least a couple of weeks. You let your phone drop to the floor as soon as you hit send, either he would be here within the hour or his response wouldn’t be worth reading. Those were the only options on the table. Either he was going to come and the two of you were going to get to be okay for a little while, or it truly was the end. If that was the case then you really didn’t want to see what he had to say. You heard your phone vibrate from where it laid just a couple feet away, and as much as the desire consumed you, you couldn’t bring yourself to move to see what it said. So you sat there, and waited to see if you would be able to hear those oh so familiar footsteps ascending your staircase again, responding to your oh so familiar request.

‘come thru?’

#i am literally begging you to tell me what you think #auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #Toronto Maple Leafs #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagines #imagine

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marvel-af · 5 years

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For The Best (Part 2)

Nurse!Peter Parker x Reader AU

Hey I’M kinda proud of this? thanks to @petey-verse for letting me bounce ideas off of her :) ily girlie

Warnings: Needles, Blood, Vomit, theres a little bit of fluff,,but the angst outweighs it

Word Count: 2400 wordsssss

My Masterlist is linked in my bio, and the series masterlist is in that one :)

Y/N wakes to a hand running through her sweaty, greasy hair. She groans and attempts to rise up from her place on the floor of the bathroom, feeling the tightness in her stomach as she pulls herself up.

“Woah, take it easy Y/N.” Sarah whispers, her voice hoarse from waking up. A straw is brought to Y/N’s lips, but she frowns and tightens her lips.

“So help me God. Y/N drink the water.” Sarah grumbles. It has been over a week since Sarah originally came over and she had only left to get a change of clothes. She was almost fed up with her sick, stubborn friend. Sarah attempts to push the straw through her friend's lips one more time before pushing herself up off the floor.

“I need some coffee, and when I come back, this water better be gone.” Sarah says, leaving the bathroom.

The cup sits on the floor, mocking Y/N with the clear liquid. She lifts the glass and dumps it into the toilet, not wanting to allow anything into her stomach. The glass makes a clink when it hits the tile of the floor. Y/N moves to lay back down on the floor, but her stomach grumbles, indicating another session of dry heaving. She leans her head over the toilet and heaves a few times before she feels something coming up. She spits, what she assumed was stomach acid, into the bowl, only to have a red tinted liquid in the water. She furrows her brow before another wave of muscle contraction pushes more of the red liquid out of her mouth.

“Y/N did you drink that water?” Sarah says looking down at her phone. Y/N turns from the toilet, and there’s red drool dripping down her chin.

“Sarah!” Y/N yells, clenching her stomach and releasing more blood into the toilet.

“Oh my God! Y/N!” Sarah yells. The out pour of blood finally stops and Sarah pulls Y/N up off the floor, much to her dismay. Y/N tries to fight her friend, opting to stay on the floor, but Sarah is insistent.

“Hey, we have to get you to the hospital.”

Y/N only nods, the severity of the situation hit her like a stack of bricks. Her eyes sting as hot tear pour down her cheeks. Sarah quickly puts shoes on Y/N, then drags her out to her car and drives as quickly as possible to the hospital.

The bed groans as Peter shifts awake. The boy rolls over, glancing at the clock that reads 6:28 AM. Two minutes before his alarm is set to go off. He hears the footsteps of his two roommates shuffling around, getting ready for work. Peter yawns and rubs his eyes before throwing off his blankets. He emerges from his room and into the main living area of his apartment, his friends already dressed and eating breakfast.

“Look who decided to finally show up.” MJ laughs as she takes a big bite of her toast. Ned giggles and fist bumps MJ.

“That was my only sleep after a twenty-four-hour shift. You guys are lucky I’m even up.” Peter quips, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and drinking right from the bottle. MJ wrinkles her nose at this.

“Well, go get ready. We’re leaving for the hospital in fifteen.” Ned says. Peter nods and quickly gets ready.

The group of nurses leaves their apartment and make their way to work. They arrive and make their way to their station. The station they usually work in is in the emergency room, which means they get to see all the cool cases, before the doctors whisk them away. Most of their days are filled with helping paranoid people with the sniffles or small stitches and broken bones. But occasionally, they get to help the doctors out, where the interns can’t.

Peter was helping a young boy who had sprained his wrist when a woman ran in supporting another woman who was vomiting into a bag. He saw MJ approach her, placing her hand on the sick woman’s back, as Ned pulls the other frantic woman aside to get paperwork done. The young woman honestly looked like shit. When MJ switches the vomit filled bag to a bowl, Peter sees how bad the situation really was.

“Alright, your cast’s done, I’ll send someone over to help with your discharge.” Peter says to the mother of the child to which she nodded. Peter quickly makes his way over to the crying woman, who is sat on a bed clutching her friends hand as MJ trieds putting the IV in.

“Ma’am I know this is scary, but you have to stay still so I can put in your IV.” MJ says. The woman nods, but when the needle touches her arm, she jerks away again.

“Sorry, she really hates needles.” Sarah whispers, trying to calm Y/N down. The fear in Y/N’s eyes was so evident to her best friend, and Sarah’s heart breaks to see this. She thought it was just a stomach bug, but those don’t make people vomit blood. The car ride over only scared Sarah more, Y/N groaning in pain and clutching her stomach before grabbing a plastic bag from a side compartment and filling it with her bloody vomit.

Peter notices the far-away look in the sick woman's friend and decides to walk over to the other side of her bed and grabs ahold of her hand.

“Hey, I’m Peter. What’s your name?” Peter says in the calmest, most soothing voice he could muster. The girl sniffles and takes a gasping breath, tears still streaming down her face.

“I’m Y/N.” The girl whimpers. MJ takes the opportunity Peter gave her to stick the needle in Y/N’s arm. Y/N yelps and grabs Peters hand harder

“Well, it was very nice to meet you Y/N.” Peter whispers. The girl begins to smile, tears still rolling down her face.

“Thats a great smile Y/N! You’ve gotta wear it more often.” Peter laughs, trying to cheer the scared woman up. Y/N begins to laugh, but only seconds after she opens her mouth she begins to throw up more blood. Luckily MJ was ready with a new clean bowl, which caught the bloody vomit before it could hit Peters scrubs.

“Well, Mr. Parker, if you’re done flirting with sick patients, I would like to give this woman the treatment she came to the hospital for.” Dr. Rogers says.

“Oh, yes sir.” Peter says, quickly walking back to the nurses station where Ned was entering some information onto a tablet.

“Dude what was that?” Ned chuckles. Peter rolls his eyes.

“I was trying to calm a very scared patient down and Dr. Rogers basically yelled at me for it. He’s not my boss, so I don’t know who he thinks he is.” Peter complains.

“Well he’s bound to be the new chief of surgery when Dr. Fury retires or dies or something.” Ned says. Peter laughs. Just then, another trauma comes in, this time with an EMT, to which Dr. Maximoff takes the lead and Peter jumps at the chance to work with her.

Ned laughs and shakes his head and his friends enthusiasm and he walks off to help another patient.

Y/N looks at Dr. Rogers as he rattles off a list of tests he wants done to another doctor standing behind him. Sarah notices the terrified look on Y/N’s face and grabs her hand. Y/N looks over and smiled at her friend. Dr. Rogers says a few quick comforting words, but they barely register in Y/N or Sarahs ears. He gives a warm smile before he and the other doctor leave and close the curtain behind them.

“Thank you.” Y/N says, trying to keep a semi-calm composure.

“No need to thank me Y/N.” Sarah smiles. Y/N looks down at her hands.

“I’m scared. What if I’m really sick?” Y/N frowns.

“Y/N, I’m sure you’ll be fine, but, uh, do you want me to call Derek?” Sarah asks timidly.

“No.” Y/N shakes her head.

“What about your mom, or maybe your dad?”

Y/N lets out a small chuckle. “I don’t want either of them anywhere near me. And I don’t have to worry my dad yet.”

“Y/N-” Sarah starts.

“No, I’m not calling them and you sure as hell aren’t either.” Y/N says, slightly raising her voice.

“Okay.” Sarah backs off.

“Ms. Y/L/N? I’m here to take some blood, then I’ll take you for a MRI.” A new doctor says.

“More needles?” Y/N sighs.

“Afraid so ma’am.” The doctor, whose badge reads Barton, apologizes. Y/N grabs Sarah’s hand again to stop her own from shaking.

“Just do it quickly.” Y/N says, furrowing her eyebrows and clamping her eyes shut. Dr. Barton quickly draws the blood and places the vials into an envelope.

“All done, Dr. Wilson, please take this up to the labs,” Dr. Barton says, “and I will take you up to get an MRI.”

“Where should I go?” Sarah asks.

“You can go to the nurses station, and they can help you out over there.” Dr. Barton says, releasing the safety on the wheels of the bed Y/N is laying in and wheeling her into the elevator. Y/N and Sarah don’t break eye contact until the doors close, but once they do, Sarah collects herself and walks over to the nurses station. She sees a young nurse leaning on the counter fiddling with a tablet.

“Damn thing-” The man says.

“Uh, excuse me?” Sarah asks. The man looks up form the tablet and smiles.

“How can I help you, miss?” The man smiles.

“I, uh, brought my friend in, and they took her up for a test?” Sarah says. The man stands up straighter and she can see his badge that says Ned Leeds.

“Oh right, you filled out her information. What’s her name?” Ned asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Ned taps on the tablet a few times before nodding.

“Okay, your friend is currently waiting upstairs for an MRI, she’ll probably be around two hours. If you want to wait here you can wait in the waiting room, or the cafeteria.” Ned smiles.

“Okay thank you so much.” Sarah says.

“No problem ma’am.”

Sarah walks over and sits in an uncomfortable seat in the waiting room and sticks her nail in her mouth, biting on it trying to relieve the nerves she has for her best friend.

The elevator door closes on Y/N and she feels a pit grow in her stomach. She begins to wring her hands in an attempt to keep her calm.

“No need to be nervous.” Dr. Barton smiles.

“I threw up blood this morning. I am nervous.” Y/N deadpans.

“So you’re not in the mood for jokes then.” Dr. Barton laughs. The elevator doors open and Dr. Barton pushes the bed out and down the hall a bit. There is a line of a few people waiting for what Y/N assumes is the same test she has to get.

“Well looks like we might be here for a few, tell me about yourself.” Dr. Barton suggests. Y/N only frowns and shifts further into the bed.

“No thanks.” Y/N mumbles. She lays silently in the bed for a few minutes before she feels a sharp pain in her stomach.

“Dr. Barton!” Y/N yells. A nurse runs over with a bowl and shoves it into her hands and she promptly vomits into it. Dr. Barton takes the bowl from her when she’s done, but the nurse stays, rubbing his hand on her back.

“Thank you.” Y/N looks up.

“No problem Y/N. We really have to stop meeting like this.” Peter says. Y/N smiles at the man.

“Alright, it’s our turn Y/N, think you can hold your beans ‘till this is over.” Dr. Barton says. Y/N nods and waves bye to Peter.

Dr. Barton pushes Y/N into the room with the MRI machine in it and helps her from her bed onto the bed of the machine. He maneuvers her into the position she needs to lay in and then steps back.

“Okay, so you stay here and make sure you stay still. I’ll be behind that glass over there.” Dr. Barton says before pushing the empty bed out of the room and closing the door.

The room is too quiet, not allowing any noise to distract Y/N from the nerves eating away at her stomach. She wants the wring her hands but the words of Dr. Barton float through her head, telling her to stay still.

“Alright Y/N, you’re going to hear some noises as the machine starts up, then the table you’re on is going to move into that doughnut thing and it’ll snap your picture, okay?” Dr. Barton asks through the intercom system.

“Yeah.” Y/N yells back. The machine does start to make some noise and the table does start to move a little bit. Y/N tenses her muscles and tries to think about other things.

She thinks about Sarah and how grateful she is to have such a great best friend. She thinks about Derek and how he’s handling the breakup. She thinks about how Derek would react if he found out she got so upset over their breakup that she put herself in the hospital. She thinks about Dr. Barton and his attempts to cheer her up, which reminds her to apologize when this is over. She thinks about that nurse, Peter, that helped her with the needles and the vomit, and she thought about how good his hand felt on her back. She thought about Dr. Rogers and his dismissive behavior. She thinks about the woman nurse who helped her when she first came in. She thinks about her Dad, and how she almost wishes he was here with her. She then thinks about her Mom, and is glad that she has no idea where she is.

“Alright, Y/N you did great. Let’s get you out of there.” Dr. Barton says, but Y/N can hear that something is off with his voice.

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iatethepomegranate · 6 years

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Wally getting backed into a corner, hurt and unable to escape. How would he react if Dick tried to protect him? If Dick had gotten hurt would he blame himself?

(So… I kinda took this prompt and wrote a 2k fic instead. Oops? I was originally going to do pre-season 2 but then I thought: what would make this worse? Ah, post-Endgame. Wally is back because of *mumblemumble* reasons.)

The wound in his leg was deep. Too deep. Wally slumped against the wall. Every time he tried to tap into the speed force, the wound bled faster, pain lancing through his thigh with enough force to make him see stars. It would heal eventually, but eventually did not help when half a dozen heavily-armed and heavily-muscled guys were bearing down upon him.

He let himself slide to the floor, lightheaded from the effort it had taken to remain upright. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Black Canary hadn’t cleared him for active duty yet, and he didn’t even have a new hero name to replace the one he’d given to Bart.

But most of the Team had been on other missions, and he wasn’t about to let Nightwing go into the field without backup. God, he hoped Nightwing was in better shape than he was. This was supposed to be a simple recon mission. In and out. Automated defence systems Nightwing could take out in his sleep.

Their intel had been wrong. Badly wrong.

And now Wally was trapped in a corner, his rabbit-heart pushing blood out of his wound faster than his body could clot it.

One of the men had a scythe. A scythe. It still glinted with Wally’s blood, wicked and hungry for more.

“We could take him,” said the shortest of the men. “He could have useful intel.”

“We’re not equipped to trap a speedster,” the scythe-wielder replied. “Besides, he’ll bleed out before we get him to base. Keep it clean. No witnesses.”

“What about the other guy?”

“Psh. The other six went after him. He’s dead.”

Wally didn’t want to believe that. Nightwing–Dick–was endlessly resourceful. He’d faced worse odds before.

Besides, weren’t they owed some good fortune by now? They’d been through enough.

Six Months Ago

“Dick, we need to talk about that kiss.”

“Do we?” Dick still had a weird look on his face, like hefully expected to wake up any second. Wally couldn’t blame him.

“Uh, yeah, dude,” Wally told him. “It’s not every day yourbest friend plants one on you.”

“It’s not every day your best friend comes back from thedead,” Dick said, his voice oddly cool. Wally tried not to take it personally;there was tension in Dick’s shoulders that betrayed his discomfort.Embarrassment, more likely. He’d kissed Wally in front of the entire team.

“Speedforce.”

“Whatever.” Again, that wasn’t really in character for him.Dick had become more and more fact-oriented as he’d grown older, possibly aside-effect of leading the team while running a complex undercover operation…and being Kaldur’s only point of contact for a long time before Artemis joinedhim.

Wally sat on the couch in Dick’s Blüdhaven apartment. Dickhad made a hasty escape after the debrief at the Watchtower, and Wally hadgiven him a ten-minute head start before coming after him.

He’d hoped sitting down would encourage Dick to do the same,but he just kept standing there, his hands curling into fists and uncurlingrepeatedly. It wasn’t like him to have such a blatant tell. Wally could usuallyread his tells anyway, owing to how close they’d once been, but this was somethingelse.

“I’m not angry,” Wally said. “I’m just surprised and I wannaknow where that came from.” He could feel his hands shaking, but out of respectfor the fact Dick clearly couldn’t hide his tells, he didn’t try to hide his,either.

“You really don’t know?” Dick said in a small voice. Wally’sheart stuttered.

“Let’s just say I don’t,” he said. His voice as small asDick’s. Could this mean what he thought it meant?

“Wally…” Dick’s voice cracked, and he lowered his gaze toblink rapidly. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“How long?” Wally croaked.

“Seven years.” Dick let out one rueful laugh. “Maybe evenlonger.”

So, Wally had been dealing with his fair share of curveballssince he was unceremoniously dumped back into the physical world after spendingmonths in the speedforce. But none of them had knocked the wind out of his gutlike this one.

“I’m still fuzzy on my timelines, dude,” Wally said, and hecouldn’t stop his voice from shaking. “When was what, exactly?”

“Not long before we saved Superboy,” Dick replied. He wasstill tense.

“I… me too, then. Huh.” Wally had never given it muchthought, mainly because he hadn’t thought it’d amount to anything. He’d alwaysbeen good at denial.

“You…” Dick let out a sharp breath. “Are you saying…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God.” Dick finally flung himself onto the couch, onlyto hide his face in his hands. “I’ve been sitting on this all this time for no reason.I thought you were straight.”

Wally snorted. “Ditto.”

“This is a disaster,” Dick muttered.

“Guess we better do some crisis management,” Wally replied,poking Dick’s shoulder. “I… look. Everything’s a mess right now. I need time toget my head sorted out, but… I wouldn’t mind giving us a shot… I mean, if youwant.”

“I want, Wally.” He sat up, his blue eyes overbright as if holdingback tears. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”

“I’m here, babe. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Now

“Shit, it’s Nightwing!”

Wally jerked awake, just as one of the guys looming over himtook an escrima stick to the head. How long had he been out?

A streak of bluecrossed his vision, and then another guy was down. Nightwing slowed, and eventhrough the haze of Wally’s blood loss, he could plainly see the look of sheerfury etched onto his face. He was pissed,and all on Wally’s behalf. That was kind of flattering. And maybe a little hot.

Wally had definitelylost too much blood.

The four remainingmen took on Nightwing at once. The motions made Wally lightheaded, but hecouldn’t stop watching. Nightwing ducked, swerved, hit, blocked, kicked. Thescythe caught his arm, flicking blood in an arc. Nightwing grabbed the scytheand slammed the handle into the man’s face, knocking him out cold.

The other three went down quickly. Nightwing stood theregasping for a moment, pressing a hand to his bleeding arm. Then he rushed toWally’s side, pressing a cloth to his leg.

“Nightwing to…” He growled under his breath. “To anyone. Original Kid Flash is down. Epicblood loss. Need immediate assistance at my coordinates.” Nightwing pressed thecloth harder to Wally’s leg, but Wally couldn’t feel very much anymore. “Hey.Dude. Don’t you dare die on me.”

Wally must’ve closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember doingthat. He forced them open, but they were heavier than a food truck.

“I’m… trying.” It was all he could promise. God, he wastired.

“Wally, you promised.” Dick took in a sharp breath. “Staywith me. I still technically outrank you. I will make that an order.”

Wally laughed weakly. “Yes, sir.”

He tried to stay awake, tried to listen to Nightwing’sincreasingly frantic rambling, but his injuries could not be denied. Soon enough,he was dragged out of the waking world once again.

Next he woke, he was in a nice hospital bed. The soft mechanicalwhirring told him that he was on the Watchtower. Dick wasn’t nearby. Where was…

Oh, no. He’d been hurt, too. He didn’t heal like Wallycould.

Wally sat up, probing the spot on his thigh the wound hadbeen. He found a bandage, and the telltale bumps of stitches. They’d dissolvesoon enough. There was an IV hooked up to his arm, so he’d have to drag thedamn thing with him to find Dick.

He should’ve fought harder. Dick probably already tired fromfighting the rest of the guards, and then he had to save Wally’s sorry ass. Wallywasn’t even supposed to be on the mission. Maybe he should’ve listened to Dick’sconcerns and stayed home.

Sometimes having super-speed was a curse. Too many thoughtsat once.

The doors leading out to the corridor hissed open, and thenin walked Dick, having replaced his Nightwing gear with a pair of sweats and sunglasses.His arm was bandaged to hell and back, held in place in a sling.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Sorry I wasn’t here. Had to debriefBats. Been awake long?”

Wally shook his head. Dick came to sit beside him, wincing alittle.

“How’s the leg?”

“Just waiting for the stitches to dissolve.” Wally wanted togather Dick into a hug, but couldn’t bear to cause him any more pain. “How’sthe arm?”

“Our wannabe Grim Reaper got me pretty good,” Dick said,seeming to relax now that he was talking about his own injuries. “I’ll be offactive duty for a few weeks. Have to watch for infections, look after thebandages, blah blah blah. It’ll be fine. I’m fit, and Alfred will make sure Ieat my vegetables.”

Wally had gotten Dick off patrol for weeks. God damn it. Heshould’ve been faster, smarter, or not even gone on the mission at all. Dick hadbeen relying on him, and he just made the whole thing worse.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t do that,” Dick replied. “We weren’t meant to have anyresistance at all. Besides, everyone gets hurt. If anyone should beapologising, it should be me… for not getting to you sooner.”

Wally didn’t feel any better. Dick always tookresponsibility for things he didn’t have to.

“Don’t give me that look,” Dick said sharply. “It’s not yourfault you got hurt.”

“It’s not your fault either!” Wally hadn’t planned to yell,but it burst out of him like he was possessed.

“Okay,” Dick said primly. “Neither of us is at fault.”

“No, I…”

“Shh. The decision’s been made. You didn’t mess up, andneither did I.”

“Since when do you ever give up responsibility?”

“When it’s the best decision. This isn’t the first time. Youknow that.” Dick sighed, and the fight drained out of him. “Wally, I can’t argueabout this anymore.” He swallowed visibly, and the fingers on his unbound hand grippedthe edge of the bed. “I nearly lost you. Again. Please… can we just…”

Wally still hated himself a little bit for getting Dickhurt, but he couldn’t keep fighting, either. They were both exhausted andemotionally wrung out.

So Wally set all of it aside and put his hand on the smallof Dick’s back. “Let’s get out of here. You can watch me eat my body weight inpasta and put on a bad movie we can laugh at.”

Dick managed a tiny smile, but one that was far more genuine.“I like the sound of that.”

They hadn’t really resolved anything, but sometimes it wasbetter to take a step back and deal with it later. The fear of losing Wallyagain wasn’t leaving Dick’s eyes any time soon, and Wally wasn’t about to shakeoff the guilt of getting Dick hurt, but they could comfort each other tonight.

Sometimes that was more important.

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ethereal-lix · 5 years

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this is a rant, so go on ahead and ignore this

so honestly i dont even know where to start.. like my mood swings are getting bad again. Almost every little thing is upsetting me. then yesterday my friend really really messed me up when she got mad at me and snapped at me bc i didnt text her back because i was busy..

like how are you going to get mad at me bc i was busy ?? i get that you were having a bad day but dont snap at me bc i didnt answer you right away. And to make matters worse the day before she messaged me and told me to call her so i picked up the phone and called her and when she answered the first thing she said was “babe its not a request, i said when you have a chance call me” and i told her that i was off and had the chance right then and there, but the very next day i dont answer her text for two hours and shes snapping at me?? excuse me?? i am NOT at your beck and call.. i have a life of my own. Shocking i know but i have one and it doesnt revolve around fucking bts and you. I want to spend time with my family, especially since i rarely ever see my mom bc she works nights and i work days. I hardly see my sister and her friend bc they stay up all night and sleep all day bc they cant find work right now, so when im leaving for work theyre sleeping and when i come home theyre awake but i gotta go to bed bc im tired and i actually had the chance to do something with them, so how the hell are you going to get mad bc i didnt answer you back??? first of all, you already paid for the last 2 bts movies we saw, and heres the thing, my sister said that with the first bts movie it was a waste for her bc she already saw every clip in the movie except 2. She saw them all on youtube, the second one made more sense bc were never going to get to see bts in concert and even then that was enough for me. im an army, but im not completely in the fandom they my friend is, and she only ever talks about bts and shes always comparing skz and bts or i can say something about skz and she throws it back to bts like no stop, i dont wanna talk about bts, can we pls talk about a group we both have an interest in ?? bc of her im over bts again. i dont care about bts again. im proud of them and everything that they are accomplishing but i dont care. I wasnt even excited about the album bc im over bts.. even when i didnt wanna watch btsvideo she made me, like dude stop and now she doesnt shut up about them. can we pls talk about something different ?? apparently not. and now with the 3rd bts movie she asked if me and my sister were going and we looked at each other (btw me and my sister are in the car talking about this) and we collectively decide that we dont know if we want to go watch another bts movie, so no one answered plus we were in the car talking and having fun on our way to get something to eat. spending time together. and as we were leaving chick fil a (where we ate) she texted us and was like ‘so is no one going to answer’ and i was like ‘sorry we were busy.. what is the movie’ bc if its not a concert movie then i dont want to go, bc thats a lot of reading since i dont know korean and i get lost and confused and im a slow reader and the captions move to fast so i just sit there looking at their faces trying to guess whats happening since i cant understand, so i dont wanna go see a movie that im going to have to read bc i cant do it. its too much for me to keep up with and i cant. Yeah we shouldve messaged her back, but i dont have to message her right away. and the way she snapped at me for no reason, i dont like it. I dont like getting yelled at for helping and i especially dont like getting yelled at for something that i didnt do. like im sorry you had a shit day, but you lie a lot first of al, so i never know when i can believe you. second, just bc you had a shit day doesnt mean that you can yell at me bc i said i was busy. Like dude i get that i never do anything but like there are times when i actually go do stuff and yes those time are allowed to happen and i dont have to include you or tell you. Like dont ruin my mood bc you had a shit day. and this isnt the first time shes snapped at me. all the other times happened when i was trying to help her adn give her advice, but one i suck at giving advice, two, when it comes to relationships i should be a last choice bc I. HAVE. NEVER. BEEN. IN. A. RELATIONSHIP. i have never been on a date, ive never had a guy hug me or hold me hand or kiss me in any way. hell, im 23 almost 24 and ive never even had my first kiss, so you yelling at me and using my birth name when you get frustrated with me isnt fair. You KNOW how much i hate my birth name and using it bc youre frustrated with how im trying my best to help you isnt fair. You know ive never been in a relationship so i can only help to a certain extent, so you cant get mad when im trying to be nice and give you encouraging words.

i hate my birth name and she honestly calls me that when she gets frustrated with me when im trying to help her with her ex. like honey i know you were engaged and he broke up with you 3 months before the wedding, but honestly you need to move on. he isnt good for you or your mental health, and i never told her that she wasnt trying to move on i just said that i know its easier said than do and that you just have to try hard, i never said that she wasnt trying.

also she messaged me today and asked me when i was off, like excuse you ???? You cant snap on me like that and not apologise adn expect everything to go back to normal. I AM NOT YOUR PUNCHING BAG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM A HUMAN WITH FEELINGS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT A PUNCHING BAG YOU CAN SNAP AT WHEN YOUVE HAD A SHIT DAY !!!! and when i snap on her i apologise and let her know that im sorry ive just had a shit day. she has never apologised for using my birth name or snapping on me and now she wants to pretend like nothing happened??? no, i think i deserve at least an apology. i know im not anyone special or anyones number one or favourite, but i still have feelings, and i want an apology, but i also dont wanna talk to her. i just want her to apologise and when im ready to talk ill go to her.

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