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sebsbarnes · 2 months

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Heyyyy. i have no idea if ur taking requests right now but i have one for when you are. could u do tan x reader where tangerine has an exceptional soft spot for reader and they get on like partner in crime and whenever they are on missions together they are just great buddies who take the piss out of each other the whole time and tangerine kinda just wants to be around her whenever shes around like at gatherings (especially at little parties cuz hes kinda antisocial and shes sort of the same and doesnt want to be by ladybug and marias side all night cuz they are kinda lovey dovey and she gets a little sick of them not confessing their love to each other. i ship ladybug x maria they are just cutie patooties to me) or if she goes out for some fresh air after mission briefings hes by her side and the dynamic is kinda how him and lemon get on if that makes sense. lemon is kinda just amused and shocked that his brother is so fond of her and kinda just loves watching them interact and lemon, ladybug and maria are like amused parents just gossiping about them. i hope u can do this and that it makes sense. love ur works and ur an amazing writer :)

the soft spot i have for tang having a soft spot for the reader ahh<3 so cutie. thank you for supporting me and i hope you enjoy this :) also has everyone been seeing the new aaron pics lately phew!!

tangerine has a soft spot for the reader

warnings: none, prob grammar mistakes! unedited

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ON THE JOB:

thought lem and tan worked like magic?... Nothing on you and tangerine

you two almost fought over how seamless you worked together bc it would get so annoying sometimes

"c'mon love, i had him!" tangerine would fake tsk after you cut in front of him to shoot the man you were both fighting

"i'm sorry! i got ahead of myself!!"

he'd roll his eyes and pretend to sulk and you would immediately interrupt him- "literally. don't ever make that face again that was horrifying."

"y'know what was horrifying? that shot." tangerine would jest

sometimes even the people you were fighting would stop in confusion because you two were always laughing on the job

"should we continue...or...? we can circle back to this if you'd like?" the enemy would ask, using his gun to gesture between him and the duo

you always ended up way too injured after missions?? to the point it didn't even make sense. your task could be just stand and observe the surroundings without fighting anyone and you somehow ended up with a limp and a bruised shoulder??? no sense.

tangerine would worry so much because truly how did you become battered and bruised???

"do i need'ta stay with you?" he'd ask, the concern in his voice blaringly obvious, "cuz if i have to i'll make lem take on the rest of this job?"

tangerine would be eye-level with you staring so deep into your eyes it felt like he was had burned holes through them

"i'm fine really tang," you'd always wave off when he asked if you were alright

"i'm serious."

"and so am i tangerine, don't be ridiculous."

and even though you'd deliver the sentence with a smile tangerine felt a pang in his chest. he didn't think he was being ridiculous. he was genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

you would dismiss your injuries and the aches and pains but tangerine would never

AT EVENTS:

tangerine isn't one for big work events... not even in the slightest. he'd rather take on 15 men at once with his bare knuckles then stand around and pretend to be jovial with people he could not care about

but with a work event that means one thing.... you were also be there! and boy did this make the night enjoyable

tangerine would get gloomy though because you were talking to people that you had previous jobs with

if he found himself extremely bored and you were chatting away with someone he would wander over to you and gently grab you wrist giving it a slight pull

you'd get the hint and excuse yourself before vanishing away with tangerine

and you didn't mind, you didn't prefer talking with many people. if you never worked with them on a mission you wouldn't even look their way or try and start a conversation. you were pleased with the small group of acquaintances you had, but ultimately you liked being alone

"thank fuck you pulled me from that conversation, i could see the gears turning in william's head that he'd ask about the kyoto job."

"and what would that old prick have to say, huh?" tangerine rolled his eyes

there was a lot of...criticism of how the job went down

"probably how the brief case went missing in the first place," you shrug

"well that was lemon's fault."

"welllll," your voice rang out in a high-pitched tone

tangerine's eyebrows pulled together, "now what's that all about? lemon was too busy playin' with his fuckin' stickers."

"you could've checked," you countered

"so it's my fault?"

"it's both of your faults."

"i'm about to get a fuckin' headache," he gruffed

you two would be hanging by yourselves observing the people scattered about before your eyes landed on ladybug and maria

"they should really confess their feeling to each other," you'd say nonchalantly and tangerine would follow your eyes over to the pair

"they like each other???"

you would just shoot tangerine a look like really? you can't tell

"ladybug is always talking about how he feels nervous around her and is at a loss for words. the man who never likes anyone calling or texting him because 'it will ruin his state of peacefulness' literally told me he waits at his phone for her to call and when she doesn't all day he gets upset."

tangerine slowly nodded his and he felt his cheeks warm up.

he was getting red because... he felt that way when you were around or when you didn't text him back

never in tangerine's life did he think he'd be able to relate to ladybug

"hey... what's going on with them?" maria asked lemon who had now walked up

lemon laughed a bit looking over to you and tangerine, both of you observing his phone intently

"y'know... i'm not quite sure. i can't tell if he's in love or if it's just friendly. and that asshole would never tell me anyways," lemon would shrug

EVERY DAY LIFE:

you didn't live with the twins but you did live next door

it was much like those sitcoms where the neighbor would just burst through the front door without warning and the owner didn't care

you were tough, don't doubt that, but sometimes you felt scared being in the walls of your apartment alone, even if tangerine and lemon were only separated by a hallway

you didn't admit your fears for awhile but one day after a mission as you stepped outside the building you felt the need to confess

the breeze had been a bit chilly as the sun was setting, you were leaned on the railing with closed eyes when you heard the door open and tangerine's familiar footsteps

"are you ever scared?" you asked him that day

you heard his lighter flick, "at times, yeah. i try not to dwell though."

"i'm terrified in my apartment," you said with a glance to him, the cigarette dangling from his bottom lip

"move in with us," he had said with such quickness

"i spend enough time there being a burden, i could never do that."

"you're never a burden in my eyes."

so while you spent countless hours in their apartment you would clean or cook for them as a form of thank you which they hated.

lemon wacked the cleaning solution out of your hand, "seriously, i'm going to have to start paying you. stop cleaning."

"but-"

"NO!" lemon would laugh, "just sit down and watch tv. you're stressing me out."

there of course were times they were pleased such as when you found yourself hunched over the stove cooking them dinner after a long mission

they'd mutter how good it smells as they approached the kitchen, their suit jackets thrown to the side and watches being unclipped

"this looks so good," tangerine said his body now next to yours

"how was work?" you asked, grabbing plates to set up the food

tangerine's arms cut you off, his arms sliding around your waist, his head coming to rest against yours. you felt his body relax around you and the weight of him leaning against you. he smelt of cigarettes, blood, and the faintest bit of cologne

"fine, now that i'm home," he muttered into your hair, he hoped you didn't notice the way his arms squeezed tighter when he said 'home'

lemon leaned against the wall of the kitchen, a knowing smile on his face as he observed his brother

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thatrandomwriter · 1 year

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Gunshots

Merle Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injury

Summary: Reader and Merle attempt to escape the prison after the Governor attacks, kinda fluffy.

The sounds of gunshots filled the air, along with the groans of the injured, indistinguishable from the sounds of walkers. The Governor’s attack was brutal and unexpected and we were barely surviving, the prison dwellers being picked off one by one as we desperately attempted to defend our lives. What had begun as a well organised, structured attack had soon devolved into chaos as walkers had entered the scene, and the Governor’s people intermingled with ours, making it hard to tell who to kill and who to defend. At this point, it was only possible for me to focus on two things - escaping with my life, and finding Merle.

I zigzagged through the courtyard, deliberately making myself as difficult a target as possible. Shots rang past my ears, and it was impossible to tell if they were aimed at me or at the walkers and other fighters littered around. A woman I didn’t recognise was running toward me. She hesitated but I didn’t, a swift shot to the forehead leaving her crumpled on the floor. There was no time to regret my actions, only to survive. A pair of walkers meandered my way and I grabbed the machete at my waist, stabbing them both in the head in quick succession; they weren’t worth wasting my bullets on.

Rounding a corner, I finally spotted the familiar face I had been looking for - Merle. He was crouched behind a table, reaching around to fire shots at any approaching walkers or the Governor’s people. Two had him pinned down, steadily advancing, but they were yet to see me. With three shots I had taken them out; my marksmanship wasn’t perfect, but three for two wasn’t half bad. Merle’s head snapped around to figure out who had fired on them, and his face broke out into a grin as soon as he recognised my face. I couldn’t help but smile back, despite the circumstances, my run slowing as I got closer. Merle and I hadn’t exactly had the relationship talk, but from the way we acted it was pretty clear to us and everyone else just how important we were to each-other. We spent every night and every waking moment together, and Daryl swore that this was the longest he’d seen Merle tolerate a woman for. Not that that was a major achievement considering Merle’s track record, but in my eyes it was a pretty significant win. For a second, he broke eye contact to fire at another walker, and the second he looked back I could tell that something was seriously wrong. His face dropped. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, looking to him in confusion. But then I felt it, a heavy, leaden sensation of immense pain in my side. I glanced down and saw hot, red blood seeping through my shirt, spreading far faster than seemed possible. Everything froze as Merle sprang towards me and scooped up my swaying body, half carrying me to behind the table. He set me down surprisingly gently, before leaning away and firing shot after shot, presumably at whoever had just shot me. Stars spun across the front of my eyes and the world tilted around me, Merle’s arm holding me upright the only thing that kept me grounded. He stopped shooting.

“You ain’t dying on my watch. I’m gonna getcha up, ‘n we’re gonna run for those trees right over there, okay?”

It took my swimming head a moment to process the words, but I managed a nod, sensing that that was what he was waiting for. He kissed me, rushed and over far too soon, before draping my arm over his shoulder and pulling both of us into a standing position. I didn’t even have a second to process the sickening pain throbbing even harder in my side before we started moving. I tripped and stumbled at every step, fighting the urge to drop to the floor, close my eyes and give in to the pain, but Merle kept me moving. I knew I was slowing him down. The only thing that stopped me from pulling away and telling him to go on without me was the tight arm around my waist, and the certainty that if I stopped, he would refuse to go on without me. He always had been stubborn. By some miracle we had almost made it to the trees, blurring together into a smear of brown and green. Somewhere in the distance I heard Merle call my name, but he was too far away. I finally let myself fall into darkness.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, pain was the only thing I could feel, like fire eating into my side. My head swirled. I couldn’t see, my vision entirely splotchy. I opened my mouth - to speak, to ask what was happening, to call for Merle or anyone who could hear me, but all that came out was a groan of pain.

“Hold still. You’re fine, you’re fine,” Merle’s voice was raspy. He repeated the last two words over and over. For a second, my eyes became clear enough to register the scene in front of me - Merle was crouched in front of me, hand dark with blood that must be mine. He wielded a needle. I squeezed my eyes shut again as I realised what he was about to do, failing to hold onto consciousness as the needle passed through my flesh.

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I was aware of was the throbbing pain in my side. Dull, but ever-present. The second was Merle, his arm around my waist, resting carefully away from white bandages. There was a dark splotch in the middle, but it looked dry - I wasn’t bleeding any more. My head was resting on his chest. He breathed slowly - asleep I gathered, since we were surrounded by darkness, aside from the glowing embers of an almost dead fire. I turned towards him, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his lips. I felt his mouth twitch into a smile before he kissed me back, warm and familiar, gently wrapping his other arm around me so that I was completely surrounded by Merle.

“Don’t you ever do that shit again, you hear?” His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat, attempting to play it off without appearing emotional. I let him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,”

“I ain’t joking. You try that again and I’ll kill ya myself,” Merle was tracing a soft line up and down my back with his good hand. Once upon a time, I would have believed him capable of killing me and getting a good nights sleep after. Now, I knew that he was full of shit.

“I won’t, I promise. What can I do to make you believe me?”

“I can think of a coupla things that might help,” The suggestive tone in his voice made me whack him on the shoulder. He chuckled, “You’ve put me through a lotta stress the past couple days, that’s all I’m sayin’,”

“Thanks for keeping me alive,” I said.

“I wasn’t just gonna leave ya,” Merle replied. I rested my head back onto his chest as his fingers continued their path up and down my back, my eyes becoming heavy again, but this time from sleep rather than as a result of my injury. My breathing slowed into a regular pace, matched by Merle’s, his chest rising and falling.

“I ain’t ever gonna leave ya,” he said, in a tone hushed enough that I believed he must have thought me asleep already. I let him believe that I was sleeping, keeping my breathing steady and not responding aloud, instead thinking,

‘I’ll never leave you, either.’

#oneshot #twd #the walking dead #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon #daryl dixon #reader insert #the governor #imagine #twd fanfiction

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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hiya ! just wanted to let you know that i ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING !!!

and ahem- if you don't mind, could you please do a oneshot on a scenario where the supervillain is badly hurt after a huge fight between them and their enemies so they end up knocking on the heroes door in a delirious state due to extreme blood loss and when the superhero opens the door the villain just collapses on them

“You think you’re such a hero, huh?” It wasn’t only the pain that tortured them, it was also the humiliation. Ending up in the middle of the night in front of the most expensive house in the whole city (maybe even the whole country…?) was pure embarrassment.

Not only did the villain realise how rich their nemesis was, they also realised how jealous they were of that.

“Oh, please,” the hero said.

Of course, the villain’s personal affairs had nothing to do with their choice of hideout. Knowing the hero was the tiniest reason why they’d ended up here. The villain had been injured close to the mansion, so it had been easier to drag themselves there than home.

When the villain had climbed the fence and fallen into the hero’s front yard, the buzzing of loading proficient and probably high tech weapons had greeted them mercilessly. The villain was so tired, they couldn’t even get up as the red points from sharp shooters dotted their whole body, the sound of a siren in the background going off and the barking of guard dogs coming closer. Giant headlights turned on and blinded them. It had been a bit over the top, in their opinion.

But in that moment they couldn’t have cared less. They’d never come this far, this close to killing the hero and it meant nothing to them. All they longed for was survival.

At some point, they fell into the hero’s arms but they passed out in the middle of the sloppiness and when they woke up, they felt numb. It took them a hot second to remember how to breathe.

That had been half an hour ago.

“You think you can buy everything.” The hero had their back towards the villain. The room they’d brought the villain into was simple, much too simple for a lavish house like this. At first, the villain had feared they hadn’t made it at all.

“Gratitude would be in order. My guards wanted to shoot you on sight. You’re quite the prize, you know?” The hero’s voice was cool and calm, as so often. They were great at smiling into the flashing cameras, it didn’t matter if they were in their superhero suit or not.

The villain bit their tongue because, unfortunately, the hero was right.

“Thank you,” they mumbled. Finally, the hero turned around, dropping the last nastily bloody bandage onto the table where it became one among many nastily bloody bandages. It was a disgusting pile of the villain’s blood. The hero had forced them to drink an insane amount of water when they’d woken up.

“For the record,” the hero said casually, tilting their head and staring at the villain’s bandaged torso, “I can buy everything I want.”

“You’re not a hero,” the villain said.

“I saved you,” the hero pointed out. “That is somewhat heroic.”

The villain had to give credit where credit is due: the hero had done the work on their own. Mostly.

One time in this enormously blurry mess, they’d been conscious and when they’d looked at the person who was working on their wounds, they’d seen the hero’s face. Yes, the hero was unholily rich. But they were also talented beyond measure. They could learn a new skill within hours and drive it to perfection.

The villain envied them so much.

“Now, tell me. Why the hell did you have to wake me up in the middle of the night?”

“I got ambushed,” the villain confessed. “They promised me negotiations and gave me bullets instead.”

“Poor villain.” In their voice was actual sympathy and it surprised the villain. The hero was usually terribly smug. They walked over to them and sat down on the bed. “You came to me, even though you hate me.”

“A lot of people hate you. Don’t make it sound like I’m the only one,” the villain grumbled. The hero smirked.

“But there’s only one that would come to me.” They grabbed the villain’s healthy shoulder and squeezed it.

It was skin on skin contact. That had never happened like this. The hero always wore gloves and if they didn’t, their suit took care of their hands. Long ago, the villain had figured it was to hide their fingerprints, some sort of reassurance that they didn’t have to get into boring lawsuits with the government.

But now, the gown they’d given the villain was hanging loosely around their shoulders and the hero had cleaned their hands from the blood, taking off the medical gloves.

And it was skin on skin contact.

“You’re right. I tend to believe that my money can get me out of anything.” The villain felt their blood pumping behind their cheeks. It was very hot in the room. The hero’s thumb was on their collarbone. It was skin on skin contact. “And I’m right most of the time.”

They let go of the villain.

“I’ll leave you on your own now. You need some time to heal and I have some work to do. If you need me, I’m in the lab. Just ask someone or call me. I took the liberty to save my number in your phone.” The villain looked at the phone on the nightstand.

They were pretty sure they’d lost it.

#been watching millionaire daddy #oops i mean millionaire detective silly keyboard #sowwy uwu this isnt exactly what you asked for uwu #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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acersthings · 2 years

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Let Me Help You

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

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Summary: With a mission gone wrong, wounds tearing you up, and everyone in craze, you decide to keep your injury to yourself. At least, you thought you kept it to yourself.

Warnings: None! A little angst, but that’s all.

The mission couldn’t have gone any worse. You and your group were suppose to go see how the trades between Naboo and other planets were going after the events of the Trade Federation. Simple, right? Nope.

First, your jet had broken down, making you halt your journey on Tatooine. How much you had hated Tatooine. It was a hot, desert, dry planet. It was only nice at night. But, you were there at the rise of dawn. The sun was beating down on you.

Then, you got ambushed by Tusken Raiders. Of course, being a Jedi Master, you brushed them off. Not without any marks though.

Arriving at the Jedi Temple, your group was very irritated. The fact that their mission went wrong and that they have to deal with the Council. That’s not the best idea of relaxation.

You didn’t want to burden anyone with your injuries so you kept the harsh burns and wounds to yourself. It was hard. With every limping step you took, there was a shooting pain throughout your whole body. With every breath you took, there was a sharp pain inside your lungs.

Putting on a fake façade, you managed to act like your leg and whole body wasn’t currently on fire. You managed to walk without a limp and hide the pain in your face. You covered your bloody robes with your brown cloak, attempting to hide the newly crimson cloth.

Upon entering the Temple, every pair of eyes were on you. Kriffing great, you thought. The whole Temple knew of the failed mission. Meaning that everyone had questions. Meaning that everyone would have to stop you from going into your room.

“Master Y/n!” A familiar voice shouted.

You turned around to see Anakin Skywalker running towards you. Being Anakin’s superior and a couple years older than him, you were like his mentor. He came to you with his troubles when his Master wasn’t available. Or just fed up with Anakin. Anakin was one of the closest friends that you had.

“Anakin,” you smiled.

“Are you okay? Everyone heard about what happened. Is anyone injured?” The young Padawan’s questions came out at a rapid fire.

“Everyone’s okay, Anakin. Take a deep breath. You’re more stressed than I am,” you joked, making him smile.

“I was making sure. I can’t have you injured,” you and Anakin started to walk down the hallway.

“You’re swe-“

“That would mean I would have so much more work to do and honestly, I don’t think I can handle it.”

You scoffed and chuckled, “There it is. There’s the punchline.”

Anakin laughed and rested his arm on your shoulder. His weight on your back hurt. Like really hurt. You winced, but not enough for him to notice.

“Do you want to grab a bite to eat? I know you must be hungry and I-“

“I would love to, Anakin, but I must report to the Council. You know what they are like,” you rubbed your temples in exhaustion. The lack of energy and sleep was starting to take its toll.

“Yeah, you better hurry before Master Windu makes a fuss.”

Laughing, you walked past the Padawan. You felt badly about lying to Anakin. But, if he knew you were injured, he would make a very big scene. You didn’t want that right now. All you wanted was some Bacta patches and your bed.

You walked some more down the hallway, acting as if you were actually going to the Council. When you saw no one was looking, you steered the other way towards the Living Quarters.

You dropped your façade. You let go of your cloak and started to limp again. In a way, limping was making your injuries feel better.

Arriving at your door, you looked around. You swore to the stars you heard someone following you. No one was there. You felt something though. Someone. Shaking the feeling off, you opened the door. You almost wanted to cry at the comfort your room gave you.

Setting your dirty and bloodied cloak on the nearest chair, you rushed to the washroom. You turned on the faucet and rinsed your face, cleaning off the blood and mud. You breathe in deeply, groaning in pain. You looked through your bathroom cabinet to see if you had any patches. Just to your luck, there was a whole box full of them.

Grabbing the box, you closed the cabinet to be faced with a Obi-Wan Kenobi in the mirror.

“Kriffing hell! Obi-Wan,” you jumped in fear, not expecting him to be there, “don’t scare me like that.”

You realized he saw your bloodied robes and used your hand to cover up the bad markings on your ribcage.

“It’s not my blood,” you looked at the Master Jedi, who was looking at you with his piercing blue eyes.

“Move your hand.”

Those three words were only verbal response you’ve heard from him.

“Why? I-I’m fine, really,” you tried to walk past him but his strong grip grasped onto your arm.

“Move your hand,” he said, more demanding this time.

Sighing in defeat, you did move your hand. There was a tear in your robes that revealed the bleeding wounds on your ribcage and stomach. There was also a tear in your leggings, revealing a slashed cut in your mid-thigh.

Silently, Obi-Wan led you to the couch. He grabbed the patches and slowly lifted your robes. He had a first aid kit with him. Like he knew. Before you even arrived.

“How’d you know?” You asked quietly, watching him clean and patch the wounds.

“I felt it. And you aren’t that good of an actress. Anakin is easy to fool, but I’m not. I saw you wince in pain when he leaned against you, and I also saw you get off the transport jet,” he maintained his eye contact with the wounds, “this is going to burn, Y/n.”

He slowly poured a healing liquid on the ribcage wound and it burned like he said. You grabbed the nearest thing to grab. His arm. Hissing in pain, you threw your head back.

“I’m so sorry, I know it hurts,” he sympathetically looked up at you.

Obi-Wan hated seeing you in this state. He knew that you could take care of yourself, but not like this. He couldn’t leave you alone, to suffer to these wounds alone.

He finished up the wounds on your stomach and ribcage. The only one left was the one on your thigh.

“You need professional medical attention for this.”

You leaned back up and shook a Bacta patch in his face, “No. I don’t.”

Obi-Wan sent a small smile, “What is so bad about medical attention?”

“Everyone makes it a big deal. I don’t want it to be,” you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, “and I trust you. You can work your magic on my leg and I’ll be in working order in no time.”

Obi-Wan looked up at you. You two stared at each other. The only noise you could hear was yours and his heaving breathing. You could have sworn he looked at your lips but that was the loss of blood talking. But, as his eyes explained, he didn’t have to say anything. You could see the pleading look in his blue eyes. He wanted, no, he needed you to go to the medical droids.

You scoffed, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know, that you’re pitying me.”

“I’m not pitying you, I just want you to get professional help.”

Looking down at him, a couple strands of hair fell in front of your eyes. You didn’t bother to move them, but he did. He slowly reached his slightly bloodied hand up and tucked the hairs behind your ear.

“Let them help you,” he held your cheek in his hand, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, “let me help you.”

You looked down and sighed. Slightly nodding, you watched as Obi-Wan let out a shaky breath, that he had been holding in this whole time.

“I really do despise you,” you grabbed onto his hand as he helped you up. You leaned onto his side, while his arm surrounded your shoulders lightly.

“You love me,” he chuckled softly.

Yeah I do, you thought to yourself. You just smiled in response. You really wished that the whole Jedi Attachments being forbidden rule wasn’t a thing. If anything, love and emotions make you stronger. They feed into you, as if your soul needed them to survive. You know that every time you around the certain Jedi Master, he makes you stronger. Because, you know you have something to fight for. You have something to come back to after a hellish day. Like today.

“Are you okay?” His heavily accented voice disrupted your thoughts. You saw that he was walking you towards the hallway.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shook your thoughts off and leaned onto him. His warmth and Force signature felt so comforting, like a big blanket, wrapping you up on a cold winter day.

“I lost you for a second,” he informed you, “like you were deep in thought.”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, looking down at you. He had to pretend that he didn’t hear every…single…thought…you just had. You had kept your walls down and he didn’t mean to snoop around, but he felt your Force calling out to him. But it wasn’t the Force. It was your thoughts about him. Oh, how much he had regretted searching into your mind.

He was screwed.

#obi wan kenobi #star wars #anakin skywalker #starwarsedit #hayden christensen #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obiwankenobi #obi wan imagine #part 2 maybe?#kenobi #ewan mcgregor imagine #star wars imagine

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mooodyblue · 8 months

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⭐️ (or maybe 🍼?) hiii happy 1k!! <3 this is random but i sprained my ankle pretty bad today and can’t tell if i broke my foot or not rip . but! it had me imagining a situation in which reader gets injured and elvis freaks out when he finds out and then immediately becomes very comforting and protective once he sees how scared reader is. i feel like this is super cute for cg!elvis and little!reader but could be non agere as well :)

tysm!!!! cg!elvis is perfect for this 🫶🏼 sorry to hear about your ankle!!! hope it heals up fast ☹️

1k celebration post

elvis was always good with keeping an eye on you while little. well, while big too. but little you was a bit unpredictable at times and he always felt the need to watch over you. he knows how you can get yourself into a bit of trouble at times and overtime, he's learnt to deal with you.

he refuses to look away when you're running around outside of graceland. sometimes you'll chase after a bird or you'll pick at the flowers and excitedly run over to him to show it off.

which is exactly what you had decided to do today.

the weather was nice. it wasn't too hot or too cold, you'd insisted on having a picnic in the garden with your daddy now that he's free of shows for the week. after snacking a bit, you decided to run off into the garden, earning a loud 'be careful!' from elvis. but you were always careful! you were always aware of your surroundings.

you went to pick a few daisy's for elvis, picking out the prettiest ones from its roots carefully to show how good you are with the garden. you wanted to give your daddy flowers for always being such a good daddy and for always doing such a good job on stage every night. it was definitely a 'i'm proud of you and i love you' sort of gift.

as you excitedly ran back over to elvis, your foot met with a pebble—causing your ankle to somehow bend in a painful way and bringing you to the ground. it hurt like hell. the most excruciating pain you'd ever felt. but he taught you to get back up on your feet, so you tried but fell right back down, letting out a soft cry as your ankle began to swell.

it happened the one second elvis wasn't looking, one second. but the moment he heard your cries, he jumped up and ran over to you. "now, what did i tell ya? i told ya to slow down 'n be careful when you're runnin' around. goddamn, baby. where does it hurt? are you okay?" he blabbered on, "you able to get up? no, damn–baby, how bad is it? what—"

his panicking and overwhelming amount of questions only made the pain worse, making you cry out louder as you held into your swelling ankle.

"ah—shoot. sorry, baby. alright, let's get some ice on that ankle." he didn't hesitate to lift you up bridal style and brought you into the house, immediately setting you on the couch as he rummaged through his freezer. he settled with a bag of peas, setting it on your ankle as you hissed due to the coldness of it all.

elvis crouched down to your level, giving you a sympathetic look. "you okay, honey? no more cryin'. daddy's got ya now." he cooed, pressing the frozen bag of peas gently on your ankle.

"'m sorry, daddy." you pouted, wiping at your teary eyes.

he tsk'd in response. "no apologizin', it happens. accidents happen. but y'know what that means? you get it sit on the couch 'n laze around until that thing heals. that means you can watch cartoons 'n have your snacks all day. don't that sound nice?"

you nodded excitedly, a small smile appearing on your face. "snuggles too?"

"oh, without a doubt, baby. lotsa snuggles, you're gonna be sick of me."

#elvis x reader #1k celeb

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snowflakeanimelover · 1 year

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Hey Snow? Can I have a Strawhats x teen!reader scenario, the reader was reckless in a fight and got really hurt,close to death. I just wanna see the strawhats scolding their youngest and worrying over them like family would.

Pls and thanks

Have a good day/night

I hope you have a great night/day as well 🙂 Since gender of reader wasn’t specified, imma make it female.

Relationship: Strawhats x Female Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Warnings: Reader getting hurt, slight gore, fluff :), hurt to comfort, platonic love, scolding

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Love And Support

Never have I seen them in such a worried state. I have always known them to be such strong pirates, after the many stories my captain Luffy has told me. They have gone through so many fights. I was surprised to see them with such a face as they held me in their arms, practically yelling at Tony to fix me up.

But what were they trying to fix? The sounds of their voices seemed to have slowly disappeared as if they had no voices. My vision began to darken as I looked down at my stomach. Dark red blood covered my entire torso, my hands cradling it. Was I injured? I felt nothing. My body started to feel weak, and my head was unable to stay up. Luffy’s face is the last thing I see. I could never forget his worried expression.

— — —

Unexplainable pain shoots through my whole body as my senses come back. My long-lasting dream seemed to have gone away, my vision slowly coming back. As I woke up, a familiar smell wafted to my nose. The smell of my very own room on the ship with a mix of Sanji’s famous soup.

I grunted when I tried to look around my room. And to my surprise, the whole crew was sitting on the floor of my room. Half of them hurried to get up once they saw me moving. Luffy bonked his head against my bed frame before looking straight into my eyes.

“Hey! Tony said not to move!” I wince at his loud voice.

“Be careful, idiot! She’s still fragile!” Nami almost cracks his head open from how hard she hit him.

“U-um…” I mumble out, grabbing their attention. “What happened…?”

“You got hurt, is what happened!” Usopp grumbles, staying in his spot on the floor with his arms crossed.

Sanji poked himself into my vision, a bowl of soup in his hands. “That’s right. You were badly injured. We’re lucky you survived.”

“And it was very stupid of you!” Luffy raises his voice. I flinched at his aggressive words. I couldn't see his face since he was sitting on the floor, and turned away from me. “You almost died.” His voice suddenly quiets down towards the end.

“I’m…I’m so sorry…” Tears started rolling down my face. Realization hit me as I’m just as important to them as they are to me. “I just wanted to help!”

Luffy turned around, his big smile widening. His hand reaches over, gently patting my head. “I know. But we’ll talk about that later. Right now you need to get better!”

#one piece #luffy #nami #sanji #usopp #tony tony chopper #strawhats #strawhats x reader #x reader #reader #hurt and comfort #worried

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good-beanswrites · 9 months

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oooh, for the drabble prompts may I request Books or Night? with whatever characters speak to you for this one <3 thank you!!

Ahh thank you pal! :D I went with Books for Mahiru and Mikoto (I mean it takes place at night but idk if that counts lol)

From this ask game

Mahiru read a lot of books. She read a lot at her university. She read a lot on her own time. She could recall endless romance novels in which the knight in shining armor came to rescue his lover from her dark, musty dungeon cell. The thing was, she couldn't think of a single one in which the fair maiden had killed him before he got the chance.

She huddled in the back of her cell. Her headache had been a permanent one the last few days; Shidou wasn't sure when he'd have more painkillers for her. She didn't mind. It wasn't her head that hurt the most.

Hands clawed at her chest. She'd read so much at her university, and even the most unhappy endings weren't quite like this. There was always a message, a meaning to it all. Her thoughts returned to the classroom, when she drew out little charts and diagrams plotting out books. There always came a turning point. There always came a moment where everything became clear, even if it didn't improve. So, where was hers? When would this all make sense?

In the middle of her desperate search for a pattern amid everything that had happened to her -- everything that had happened because of her -- a knock echoed off her cell door.

"Come in..."

She was surprised when Mikoto swung it open. He gave her a slightly awkward, "hey."

Mahiru flinched as he tossed something her way. She barely caught an apple in her hands.

"You didn't show for dinner."

"T-thank you." She was slowly growing accustom to the new Mikoto that had started appearing around the prison. Now that had been a story-worthy twist. "Sorry to make you worry. My head was hurting, I just wanted to rest in here."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get that."

Whether it was the brief kinship she felt remembering how he'd been complaining of constant headaches, or the fluttering in her chest from the thoughtful gift he'd brought after noticing her absence, or even just a lapse in judgement due to her injured brain, she blurted, "can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Shoot."

She hoped what she was about to say wasn't ridiculous to him. She looked down at the apple.

"I... keep thinking of my favorite books. In all of them, the hero comes in to save the day just in time. But my hero... he... I mean, I..." She didn't need to explain it to him. Her smile filled with sorrow. "Between that and what happened with Kotoko... I'm realizing that no one is coming to save me. You and Amane, you don't seem as worried about it. How do you still have hope that someone's going to help?"

After an agonizing moment in which she was sure he was going to laugh, Mikoto crossed the room to her. He knelt on her bed. His expression radiated an intensity she wasn't used to seeing on him. He took her by the shoulders. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unshakable. His voice, too, came out commanding, and not cruel.

"Listen to me. No one's coming for you. You're right. No one else is going to help you get out of here. That's why you need to do it. I know it's not easy, but you can't just roll over and let this place walk all over you. The only one who will always be there to save you, is you. You need to be the hero, okay?"

She stared at him with round eyes. It wasn't the answer she'd been expecting. Or maybe, it wasn't the answer she'd wanted. She spoke with instinctual protests.

"But, but --! I'm not strong, or smart like the others. What can I even do for myself?"

Mikoto held her gaze, and she began to understand. "It's just like the stories. You do anything you can. You do everything you can."

#milgram #mahiru shiina #mikoto kayano #thank you pal :D #ive been trying to ease myself into writing mikoto -- i really want to write more for him #and im always havin mappi thoughts lol #i know it just kinda ends -- im not entirely sure where i was going with this but thats the point of a drabble i guess #i desperately want mahiru to get some self-love talked into her ;--;#though it would most likely be yuno i always toy around with it being another guilty prisoner #anyway i hope you enjoyed woo 👍👍#in a mood and still ready to write if anyone wants to send a request #drabbles

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idkjustsupersonic · 11 months

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Warnings: slight smut, kissing, hickeys, pregnant, violence, knife, gun, death, angst

You and the Joker were like partners in crime. Robbing, murder and many other crimes no one could imagine.

Your identity was a secret to everyone so after every crime, your personal life was a completely different matter. Working in cafes, hotels and bars for any extra money.

Your whole life spun around when you met Jason Todd. The library flirt you called him. What you didn’t know until the few minutes before you died was that he was the guy you and the Joker ended up torturing, killing and then coming back to life to kill you and the Joker.

Jason would always come up to you in the library, ask you what you’re reading, ask you what book you’re looking for etc. This time though he asked you for dinner.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jason said, walking up to you.

“Hey, Jay.”

“I just want to ask you a question, if you’re free tonight, or any time this week.”

“I’m free tonight. Shoot away.”

“Do you want to go out for dinner? Then maybe go back to mine?”

“Sure, why not.”

That night was amazing. Jason picked you up from his apartment with his motorcycle and you both went to some fancy restaurant. You both just talked about life, obviously leaving out some major bits but both lifes seemed quite normal.

After the dinner, you went back to his. Which was nice and clean surprisingly.

The second you got to his room, he shut the door behind you and kissed you. You didn’t even hesitate to kiss back as he grabbed your waist and pressed you up against the door.

He started trailing his lips down to your neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. He found your sweet spot the second you moaned.

“Jay-“ you moaned loudly.

“I love you saying my name, jesus…” he whispered.

Jason grabbed your thighs and holstered you on his waist, his lips reattaching to yours.

Jason placed you down on his bed and started to undress you and himself slightly. Jason continued to give you hickeys all over you.

You could imagine where this night was heading.

Its been a few weeks and you just felt so sick every morning and so tired. You eventually got a pregnancy test. Well, three just to triple check.

You took each one. Scared obviously. You’d known this man for ages but he pulled out so it should be fine. Right?

“Jason, we need to sit down and talk about something.”

“Okay… whats up?” Jason asked.

You both sat down at his kitchen table, a box of fruits in between you both.

“I-I don’t know how to say this but-“

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and your ears started ringing.

“Oh, Y/N… you didn’t think I could catch up onto you, did you?”

You could recognise that voice from anywhere. Then, you realised Jason had a gun.

“Jay-“

“Y/N, stay down. Please. Go hide,” Jason said, his voice cracking slightly.

You could see the fear and anger in his eyes and face. Something you thought you’d never see.

“Oh, looks like we’ve got a little birdie here too. This is the one we killed together, right, Y/N?”

You suddenly felt tears brim your eyes. It was another thing you wanted to bring up to Jason.

“I don’t care who she was. What she did to me. I love her now and that’s all that matters,” Jason replied sternly.

You crawled off the bedroom, closing the door and protecting your stomach of an embryo.

You heard gunshots and yelling. The second all of it stopped you came out of the bedroom. Jason was on the floor, injured with stabs, bruises and wounds you couldn’t imagine.

Joker was standing over him with a knife. You couldn’t watch Jason die.

You ran over to the Joker, grabbing his wrists, forcing the knife away from Jason. You toppled the Joker over and you fell right on top of the knife.

You winced in pain as the Joker found his balance and continued ramming it into you. You didn’t even have a chance to breath.

Suddenly, Jason lunges at the Joker, tackling him to the ground. Jason just went punch after punch. The Joker was laughing and laughing, until it all died down.

Jason breathed, his eyes puffy. Jason grabbed the Joker and tossed him out the window, onto the concrete ground many floors below.

“Jason-“

“Y/N…” he scooted up next to you, grabbing your neck and a hand on your wound.

“It’s going to be okay? Right, Jay?” You cried.

“It’s going to be fine… we’re gonna get married. W-we’re going to travel the world. It’s okay, baby,” Jason said, tears streaming down his face.

“There’s one last thing I have to tell you…” you said, cupping his cheeks, “I’m pregnant. But now… I don’t think it’s going to-“

Jason smiled and interrupted you with a kiss.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to have a kid and get married a-and travel the world with our little munchkin, okay?” Jason said smiling.

“Yes… I love you so much, Jay,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” Jason whispered back, pulling you into one last kiss before you lost your life.

@simp1111111111111

Writing this was a rollercoaster of emotions and I hope you love it. I know its been a while waiting but I hope it lives up to your expectations. Any more requests from you I’ll take them ❤️

and yes its like 11pm here and I’m knackered I also have my last gcse tomorrow which is exciting and i cant wait to finish secondary school lol anyway night night

#jason todd #x reader #x yn #x you #x you fluff #jason todd x reader #batman #batkids #batfamily #batfam #the joker #dc titans #red hood

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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Never again

Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @personlovinganime

The Request:

Hi! Can I ask for a hint 34, 35 or 36 with Barbossa please?

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Laying in Barbossa’s arms, you never felt safer then you do now, in the arms of your lover.

It’s been a rough few days for the both of you and it all started when a deadly battle broke out, it was a battle you got caught up in when you weren’t meant to be in and yes you’ve made it back alive but surely not unscathed, you had been injured severely while defending Barbossa.

The truth was that Jack Sparrow was the first to have seen what took place and what exactly happened to you. Right as you were making your way back to the safety of the Pearl, you caught on sight of a rogue pirate going after Barbossa just a few feet away from behind him, and Barbossa was fighting off another pirate which prevented him from even knowing what to prepare for what was to happen next. Just as the pirate was having a go at it, you were quick to step in between them to make sure he didn’t kill Barbossa and got severely injured in the process. But to you, it was worth it if it meant that no harm was going to come across Barbossa, or at least just a bit of it. Jumping in between them was when the horrific injury occurred, it was an overwhelmingly amount of pain that made you feel like your body was on fire and made it feel that chances of survival would be almost non existent if anything.

As a sheer amount of pain courses through you, that’s the last thing you can really remember, other then hearing Jack calling out for you, followed by Barbossa. They’re voices seemed far away, so distant when really, they were right there by you. It wasn’t just your hearing you felt losing, but your vision has gone blurry and the last thing you saw before going completely unconscious was Jack and Barbossa above you, examining your injured self before picking you up to get you back to the ship. Everyone was hoping for the best outcome of this, of course after they knew how serious the whole ordeal was for you.

The outcome of it was just as everyone had hoped, that you were fortunate enough to survive and make a full on recovery. Thanks to Jack and Barbossa, the rest of the crew who cared about you, you had managed to recover quicker then expected. It wasn’t until a couple days later you woke up, the first thing you remembered was flashing lights and hearing two different voices in the room you were in. Once your vision had become more clear, you recognized that you were in Jack Sparrow’s sleeping quarters and the voices you were hearing were Jack and Barbossa.

You could hear them talking, and that’s when the gut feeling came to you that something wasn’t right as it should be. When your hearing came back around, you pretended to still be unconscious to listen for more details on what the conversation was about. From what you could understand, they were trying to plot up a plan to kill that pirate who nearly killed you, wanting to get vengeance and justice for not just you, but for the both of them as well. Everything you hear is a shock and quite overwhelming, but you forced yourself to listen when your mind was telling you to wake up right then.

“I want to shoot something!” Jack says.

“We should have shot him when we had the chance. I can’t believe we let him slip through our fingers like that. F*cker should be shot, shot dead head on.”

For as long as you’ve known Barbossa’s, you’ve never heard him talk that way about anyone before, and it frightened you a little to hear him talk like that for the first time.

Jack was upset, Barbossa was upset, but just by a little more then Jack Sparrow. He was your partner after all and the most right of anyone to feel like that when something like this happens to you both. While you had continued to listen, you eventually fall asleep without meaning to, waking up again later that same night.

Only this time, you didn’t hear voices, what you hear this time is someone snoring from beside you. Looking over, you see Barbossa asleep in the chair by your side of the bed, and you then notice he was holding your hand. Once you took the time you wanted to study him, you reached over with your free hand and start to gently shake him awake. Barbossa woke with a start, having you nearly jump back in slight fright. Barbossa’s eyes immediately locks with yours before scooping you up in his embrace while muttering something with what sounded like chattering teeth.

“Oh, thank god! Oh, thank good! You’re alright!”

Of course you returned the embrace , but he was hugging you tight enough to cut off your oxygen, you eventually had to pull away from each other.

“Can’t… breathe…” you mumble against him.

What comes next is a bit eerie, it started with a smile that lets you know your “problem” has been disposed of and was done without a second thought. But to your surprise, this was the opposite, coming from his statement once you ask the first question you had in mind.

“Did… did you kill him?”

“No, he’s still out there somewhere. We’ll find him though, don’t worry.”

“Please don’t kill him, it would bring more bad then any good.” You plea, then something in his eyes tells you he’s in agreement.

“Where is he, they say? If you want him to live, you better hold me back if we ever encounter.”

Instead of a vocal response, you break eye contact and look away.

Barbossa sighs as you feel the hold on your hand growing grow gently tighter before followed by a promise.

“I won’t do anything like that, just know that now no one will ever hurt you again. Never again, love.”

You look back at him.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Barbossa leans in forward and places a loving kiss on your forehead.

You loved this man, no question.

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Requests: OPEN

Tags: @savvythepirate @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence

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barikinbear · 1 year

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Twin Head Canons

For all the versions I’m familiar with 😁

When ‘07 Leo was in Central America, he and Donnie could sometimes feel when the other was in distress.

For example, once Leo’s arm got injured while fighting a gang member, and at the same time Donnie felt a sharp pain in his arm.

They didn’t realize it until Leo mentioned he got hurt only a few months into his training period, and Donnie suddenly remembered the shooting pains in his arm that kept him up at night for a month.

Rise Leo always knows when Donnie is having a hard time. This comes from being super close rather than being related, since they’re not biologically family. Likewise, Donnie always seemed to check on Leo at just the right time when he was healing after being beaten by the Krang. Leo would often have awful nightmares and need to be woken up before he hurt himself. Donnie stopped Leo just before he flung himself to the floor more times than he cared to count.

2k12 Leo and Raph (I head canon them as twins, fight me) can feel when the other one is talking trash about them. Leo can call Raph a jerk while standing in the kitchen, and Raph will get a weird feeling while sitting in his room and suddenly feel like smacking Leo with a comic book. They always seem to know what was said, even if they were nowhere near earshot.

Raph once told Casey, while the two of them were on patrol, completely separate from the others, that Leo was a whiny little punk, and when they all met up later, the first thing Leo said was, “I am not whiny!”

Everyone else thinks it’s hilarious. Leo and Raph, not so much.

Bayverse Leo and Donnie always know when the other is about to do something really stupid.

Leo will be sitting, watching tv, when suddenly-

“Donnie, don’t do whatever you’re about to do!”

“It’ll be fine-ahh!”

“I told you!”

Or-

“Leo, no.”

“But I-”

“I said no, I don’t care how much you’ve thought it through.”

“Fine, Mom!”

Their friends and family also think it’s funny. Leo and Donnie do not.

I haven’t watched enough of the 2k3 series to really pinpoint the twin dynamics, but I’ll get there eventually

#tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donnie #tmnt disaster twins #disaster twins #twins #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse

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crystalsnow95z · 1 year

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This has been sitting unfinished for too long, so I'm just posting it as is. Not a sick fic this time, but just comfort for an injured J-hope. Mostly Suga because I love them together.

"Just one more run-through." J-hope tells the other members, his breath coming out ragged. It's been two years since they did ON live and he wanted everything to be perfect. Everyone was exhausted, but working long hours was nothing new to them. They were hitting the eight hour mark and all the members were exhausted.

"I don't think i can do one more Hobi-hyung. My body is in knots.." Jimin was laying on his back, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm so hungry.." Taehyung says, holding his growling stomach.

"I think we should call it a day. Ho-seok-ah.." Yoongi suggests. "You look dead on your feet.."

J-hope felt it, too. He was exhausted from going to practice and working on his solo album in between, but the timing of the dance break wasn't going as smoothly as he liked, so he shook his head, ignoring his body screaming for him to sit. "I'm fine to go one more time. Just the dance break, then we can go eat. Okay?"

The members trusted him, and everyone got into position,Taehyung pulling Jimin to his feet, the music starting again. Everyone gave it everything they had left, and when he watched the playthrough, he was finally pleased with the result, but guilt jabbed him when he saw the faces of his members on the screen. None of them were smiling and each member collapsed to the floor when the music ended.

"Good work, everyone. Thank you!" J-hope went to bow to the background dancers, but his knees buckled underneath him. Yoongi wrapped an arm around him to slow his fall, not quick enough to steady him. "Sh*t..." He curses under his breath when he lands on his knees, pain shooting up his legs, tears threatening to escape.

"Hobi-hyung!" Jimin rushes over to him. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay after a good rest.." j-hope lets Jimin and yoongi help him to his feet again, not looking up at them. His knees threatened to give out again, shaking underneath him. Yoongi doesn't let him go.

"I don't think you should join practice tomorrow.." Yoongi tells him.

"But we have a concert in two days.." J-hope knew Yoongi was right, though. (I can't even stand on my own right now. I didn't think it would hurt this much.. I'll have to ice it when I get home..)

"Your health is more important. If you don't rest you could end up having to sit on the sidelines instead of dancing with the others." Namjoon warns him gently, recalling when Jungkook had to sit out when he got injured.

"Okay. I'll just watch practice tomorrow.." j-hope says reluctantly.

"Let me carry you to the car Hobi-hyung. I don't want you to fall again." Jungkook looks at him with worry in his eyes.

"I can-" j-hope starts to argue, but Jin shushes him, J-hope instantly growing silent.

"You're not even standing on your own. Let kookie carry you. It'll make us all feel better." Jin speaks for everyone.

J-hope allows Jungkook to pull him onto his back. "Thanks, Jungkookie. I'm sorry, I know you're just as tired.."

"It's okay. I'll just go to bed early tonight. I know you were just thinking of Army. After a good rest I'll be fine. I'll take a shower and go right to bed. Don't worry about me." Jungkook wanted to do his best to try to ease the stress J-hope put himself under. "I'm just worried about you hyung..You're shaking."

J-hope had to admit he didn't feel like he could take another step without falling, but he wouldn't admit that to the others. (Just a good night sleep and some ice on this sore knee. I'll be better..)

"Where is Hobi-hyung?" Jungkook asked the room. It was the next day and everyone was already done stretching.

"I don't know. He usually isn't late for practice and when he is he calls ahead." Namjoon goes to his bag to get his phone, dialing J-hopes number, getting no response. "He didn't answer.." He tries calling again, eyes widening with worry.

"He's never late like this." Jungkook says checking his phone to see if J-hope answered his text.

"He wouldn't ignore us like this.." Jimin frowns when he tries calling getting the same result as Namjoon.

"I checked the news. There's no reported accidents on the route J-hope takes." Yoongi says, sighing in relief.

"Let's get a staff member to go to his place.." Jin suggests. "Maybe he left his phone in his jacket pocket in another room and can't hear us calling. He really pushed himself yesterday.."

"I can go to his place. My shoulder is bothering me." Yoongi over playing his pain, rubbing his shoulder.

(You just want to check up on Hobi..) Namjoon tries to hide his smile. "Okay, Yoongi-hyung. Call me when you find out anything. We'll start practice without you."

J-hope wakes up when he hears the buzzer to his apartment, but when he goes to move to see who it is, pain shoots up his leg, making him groan in pain. (Ah..my knee...) he examined it, the left one clearly swollen. He tried to bend it, but just moving it up the slightest made the pain worse. (I can't move it.. We're performing in a few days.. this can't be happening..) Hot tears of frustration roll down his cheeks. "Sh*t..."

His phone rings, causing him to jump, wincing. "Yoongi-hyung?" J-hope answers the phone, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"Hobi, what's wrong?" Yoongi could tell right away something wasn't right even if when tried to hide it.

"I hurt my knee.." J-hope sobs. "I can't even move it without it hurting.. it's bad hyung.."

" I'm at your place now. Do you think you can let me in?"

"I don't know..i..I don't think I can walk on it.." J-hope tries standing, a little yelp coming out.

"Don't hurt yourself. I have the spare key somewhere.." Yoongi digs in his laptop bag, finding a Keychain that has six colorful keys on it. "I got it, don't worry, just stay where you are." Yoongi sticks the sky blue key into the letting himself in and going straight to J-hopes room.

"Hyung.." J-hope's lips quiver when he calls out to him.

Yoongi sits next to him, hugging him close. "It's okay. Accidents happen. We'll get the swelling down and get someone to examine you, okay?" Yoongi uses his thumb to wipe the tears from J-hope's cheeks.

"I should've listened whe..when you said enough.." J-hope sobs, crying into Yoongi's shoulder. "It's all m..my fault.."

"It doesn't matter now feeling sorry won't change what happened. What's done is done. We just have to do our best to fix it, okay? You gotta take deep breaths, Hoseok.. You're going to get yourself sick if you get yourself worked up.." Yoongi strokes J-hope's hair, trying to comfort him. "Hoba breathe."

"But our perfor..formance.." His whole body shakes has he cries, burying his face into Yoongi's shoulder, letting out little hiccuping gasps.

"Accidents happen. Army will understand. Army doesn't like it when we cry.." Yoongi shushes him, rubbing J-hope's back. He keeps holding him until he calms down, humming softly to him. "We need to ice it.. can you let me go? I promise I'll only be a minute.'

J-hope nods, letting go of Yoongi. "Okay Hyung.."

Yoongi goes into the kitchen, getting an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it in a towel. He takes a water bottle from the fridge and then returns to J-hope. He silently gives him the water bottle, gently placing the ice pack on his daesung's injured knee.

J-hope flinches at first from the sudden chill, then relaxes, the pain getting numbed. "Thanks Hyung.."

Yoongi feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, checking it. "It's Namjoon.." He answers the video call.

"What's the update? Is Hope okay?" Namjoon speaks quickly from worry.

"He hurt his knee pretty badly, it's at least twice as big as the other one.. he won't be able to perform.." Yoongi's words make the tears flow from J-hopes' cheeks again, letting out a whimper, covering his mouth to try to hide it.

"Seriously?" Namjoon's eyes widen. "Hoba, don't beat yourself up about it, okay? Everyone's had to sit out performances before, it's not a big deal."

"But it is my fault.." J-hope covers his face, not wanting his dongsaengs to see him crying.

"Hyung, hyung it's okay, really. Accidents happen." Jungkook couldn't stand hearing his Hyung crying, his voice shaking as his own tears fall down his cheeks.

"I'm gon.going to the hosp..hospital to..to..get it checked out. I should still be able to sing, I..i can do the performance sitti..sitting.." J-hope tried to stay positive, but sobs make his speech hard to understand.

"I'm going to go with him to the hospital.." Yoongi hugs J-hope close again, laying his head on top of his. "I'll take care of him.."

"Okay, thanks, hyung. Keep us updated, okay Hoba. Not just physically but mentally, too. If you don't think you can go on stage, we can work around it. I don't want you pushing yourself.." Namjoon says in a serious tone. "I love you, bro. Take it easy.."

"I love you guys too.. I'll call you after I see the doctor. I'm still sorry.."

"Love you Hyung." The three youngest members speak in unison right before Namjoon hangs up.

"I'll call staff to come get us. Drink more water, I don't want you getting dehydrated, too.." Yoongi pushes the water bottle towards him. "It'll be okay. We're professionals. We can work around it. Just try to cheer up for me." Yoongi keeps J-hope close as he calls, arms tightly around his distressed member.

Yoongi went home with J-hope after the hospital, coming home with a pulled muscle in the back of his knee. "It's going to take a month at the soonest to heal.. We're about to start our tour.. We're about to do our tour and I can't even walk.." J-hope moves slowly on the crutches, Yoongi unlocking the door and leading him inside and onto the couch.

"Hoseok..it's okay. Things like this happen. I spent months off stage because of my injury. They said you should be able to sit on stage and sing. It's better than missing it all together

"I know, I'm happy..th..that i can still go..to..tour, but you need to redo so much to make up for me not being able to dance..." His voice trembled as he spoke, making his voice come out as a shaky stutter.

Yoongi pulled J-hope close to him. "Hoba.. accidents happen. I told you you need to stop thinking about it. You'll only make yourself upset."

"I'm sorry.." J-hope squeezes Yoongi close. "I just can't stop.."

"It's okay.. cry as much as you need." Yoongi rubs his back. "I'll help take care of you so you can focus on resting. When you calm down, you need to eat so you can keep your strength up.."

"Thank you hyung.." J-hope sniffles, face buried in Yoongi's chest. He tried to stop again,but his breath continued to come out as short gasps.

Yoongi rubbed the back of J-hope's neck until he stopped crying, humming softly to him, rocking him slowly.

J-hope eventually picks up his head, his face a mess from crying. Yoongi uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe J-hope's tears. "I'm going to go find you a tissue. I like you, but I don't want any more of your snot on me."

Yoongi's words get a small smile out of J-hope, sniffling to try to breathe, his nose stuffed up from crying. "Okay hyung."

Yoongi gets a tissue box and a bottle of water from the fridge bringing them both back to J-hope, silently giving it to him then tries to wipe the snot from his jacket.

"Thanks, Yoongi-hyung. You could wear one of my hoodies. Im sorry.." J-hope turns away to blow his nose, his stomach growling.

Yoongi takes off the jacket, giving up on trying to clean it. "It's not a big deal i can wash it. I'll go start dinner." Yoongi takes the tissue he's holding by the corner, taking it with him to throw away. "Do you want anything special?"

"Could you make kimchi fried rice?" J-hope requests softly. "I have everything we need.."

"Of course." Yoongi goes in the kitchen to cook. "Hobi do you have any meat we can fry up to go with it?"

"I think I have pork belly..."

"Then I'll make you a good meal. You just take it easy, okay?" Yoongi starts dinner, trying to think of anything that could cheer J-hope up.

"Dinner is done." Yoongi brings the food to the living room table one by one. "Ah..the table is low.." Yoongi puts some of the kimchi fried rice in a bowl, giving it to J-hope then going back for the pork belly.

"Do you want some?" Yoongi sits on the floor by J-hope, blowing on the meat before holding it out to him.

J-hope eats it, finally giving J-hope a real smile."Mm..it's really good."

"Eat up. You need to eat a lot so you can get your strength back.." Yoongi scoops up some kimchi fried rice for himself, taking a bite.

"I'll eat well. Thanks, Hyung.." The boys eat in silence, just enjoying the good food. Yoongi stays attentive of J-hope, offering him bites of pork belly in between his own bites.

Yoongi turns on the TV, searching for a comedy.

"It's been a while since we've watched a movie together."

"Yoongi, I need to use the bathroom. Could you hand me the crutches?" J-hope asks after he finished eating, holding the dishes out for Yoongi to take.

"Do you need help?" Yoongi asks, taking the dishes and putting them on the table.

"I think I'll be okay.. I'll leave the bathroom door open in case I need to call for you.

Yoongi helps him to his feet, putting the crutches under his arms before letting him go. "You got it?"

"Yeah, I practiced at the hospital..I think I got the hang of it.." j-hope struggles the first few steps until he gets a rhythm, making his way to the bathroom. Yoongi watches him the whole time.

Yoongi runs into the bathroom when he hears a crash, relaxing when he sees it was just the crutch that fell. "You scared me.."

"Sorry hyung.. it fell.. I'm okay.." J-hope tries to reach it on his own but Yoongi stops him.

"Don't risk falling Hoba. I'll get it. I think you should use a wheelchair.." Yoongi gets it for him, putting it back under his arm.

"I know..using these are harder than i thought." J-hope yawns. "It's Still early and I slept in but I'm so tired.."

"You've been working hard lately. Between working on music and going to practice and your lessons on top of it. I don't blame you. Let's get you to bed." Yoongi follows behind J-hope, following him to the bedroom.

Yoongi helps him get his legs in the bed, propping up his injured leg with a pillow to try to elevate it.

"Ah, it hurts.." He grits his teeth, the movement making pain return.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yoongi panicked, stopping immediately. "I'll be back." He leaves to get an ice pack, returning quickly. He gently places the ice pack.

"It's okay, Yoongi-hyung. It was my fault, I moved wrong.." J-hope relaxes when the cold pack starts numbing the pain.

"I'll get you some medicine.." Yoongi doesn't believe him, still feeling guilt. He gets the medicine the doctor gave them, returning to the room. J-hope takes it gratefully.

"We'll have to work hard to get the swelling down before the concert.."

Yoongi pushes the wheelchair onto the stage, Jungkook and Namjoon lifting under his arms to hoist J-hope onto the stool they put on the stage for him. It was time for the sound check, and when fans saw him being rolled onto the stage they all started talking about it.

"Are you okay with it at this height? Do you need it lower?" Jungkook asks, fretting over the injured rapper.

"No, no it's okay." J-hope blinks rapidly to try to fight off the tears. "I'm sorry Army.. I can't give it my all today.." He speaks into the microphone, sniffling.

They cheer loudly for him, showering him with comforting words. "It's okay oppa!" "I love you!" "Just feel better soon!" "Don't worry about me worry about yourself!"

They eventually just break into a chant, screaming his name. The tears he was trying to hold back finally start falling.

"See Hoba? They are just worried about you. They don't mind if you can't give it your all." Yoongi smiles, taking his mic and yelling into it. "I love you, Hoba!" His cheeks turn pink as he does so, making J-hope laugh.

"I love you Hobi-hyung!" Jimin joins in, followed by the other members.

"Thank you.." J-hope sobs, Jimin and Jungkook hugging him from behind. "We need to get on with the practice. You guys get into position.."

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Yoongi squeezes J-hope's hand.

"Don't cry Hobi oppa!" They were in the middle of spring day, when they heard an army screaming.

The boys were in the middle of the performance, but Yoongi moves from his position to go over to J-hope, hugging him from behind. "Your part is next.. do you think you can do it?" Yoongi talks by his ear.

J-hope shakes his head, unable to stop the tears, wiping them away furiously.

When it was his turn Yoongi started rapping his part for him, wiggling his butt as he danced to try to make J-hope laugh.

J-hope manages a small giggle at his exaggerated movements, joining Yoongi on the last verse, his voice just barely staying stable.

The other members join in the fun, dropping the choreography and just focusing on cheering J-hope up.

"You guys are crazy..." J-hope giggles into the microphone, army cheering loudly. "Okay, let's go..!" When the dance break started J-hope moved with just his upper body, finally having fun on the stage the others joining in.

(Finally.. that's our sunshine..) Jungkook smiles, teasingly doing J-hope's dance break being cheered on by the other members. The members tried to keep the energy high, giving J-hope several reasons to laugh to try to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm sorry Ammi, I really wanted to give you my all, but I ended up getting injured..As dance leader, it's really embarrassing to not be able to dance on stage.." j-hope starts his speech, forcing himself not to cry again. "I was feeling awful for myself, but my brothers made it easier.."

"You've been doing good hyung." Taehyung hugs J-hope from behind. "Is anyone here disappointed in Hobi-hyung?"

The crowd screams no.

"We have a few more songs left to go. Try to hold on a little longer Hoba." Jin rubs J-hopes shoulders. "You really are doing great."

"Thanks hyung.." J-hope forces a smile.

"Let's stop all this sappy stuff. We have a show to do." Yoongi pushes Jin playfully, Jin pushing him back.

"I think we should do a group hug first." Jungkook says with a mischievous smile.

"Do we have to?" Yoongi makes a face, pretending to hate the idea more than he really does. Jungkook pulls him close to J-hope, all seven boys huddling around him, careful of his knee when they wrap around him.

"Hobi-hyung is crying again.." One of the mics picks up Jungkook's voice.

"It's okay.. I'm happy..they are happy tears..i'm just so thankful..i got the best brothers and the best Fandom I could ask for..." J-hope says his voice coming out as a whimper. "Next time we come here, I want to be at 100 percent."

Yoongi wipes J-hope's tears away, not letting go until he calmed down again. "You think you can hold out a little longer?"

J-hope nods. (With my team at my side, I know i can do it...)

(If you made it to the end, thank you very much. This almost got deleted because I wasn't happy with it, and no matter how much I edited it, it felt like it was getting worse. I purple you 💜)

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How to fix the damage

Disabled Munver

Warnings: angst, some slight references to self-harm (but that's not what he's trying to)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Jason had not been able to sleep at all for the last week. His doctor had lowered the dosage of his sleeping medication cause it was "what was best in the long run". His therapist probably brought it up first, since he was finally getting better. His doctor didn't tell him a lot, but that since he was mostly stable physically (yeah right) and since the majority of his medication was addictive they would have to lower his dosages. Sure, being able to sleep in his sterile environment truly was addictive. Why the hell was it just his dosage of sleeping meds, why not any of the other shit they force fed him everyday?

Jason never had any sort of fear of hospitals until his dosage got lowered. But after the sun went down his little room became terrifying. There was beeping and it felt like he could smell the death on the next floor. The beeping was almost the worst, with the heart monitors speeding up from both of the boys Jason's anxiety would shoot through the roof, which of course didn't help.

Even though the beeping and the smells did influence his newfound fear, that wasn't all of it. No, the worst was the screams, specifically Eddie's screams. It would've been kinda fine if it was just only screams, but he talked, yelled, begged for whatever was happening to him to stop. Jason had a lot of days where he couldn't go to physical therapy because of the pain that managed to shoot through where he was ripped in half, but he could never imagine having to live through that every night.

Jason soon realized that this had to stop somehow. Eddie's patience each day was rapidly growing thin and Jason had to get some sort of sleep. It was agonizing to listen to each night, there were moments where he was almost brought to tears. So that night, before Eddie went to bed, he made some kind of plan. He was gonna try to wake up Eddie (gently) from one of his nightmares. It's what friends dudes do, right?

The first night failed, and so did the second and third. The problem was that his wheelchair was on the other side of his bed where the chairs for visitors were. Because of this he ended up trying to pull himself over to Eddie's bed and wore himself out. So the first three nights ended with him exhausted on the floor.

The next two nights after that his doctor raised his dosage a little more, just enough to get him a sleep, but not enough to keep him asleep. So the next night Jason got about an hour of sleep before Eddie's nightmare started. He pulled himself up to the best of his ability and situated himself on the edge of his bed, aiming for his wheelchair. When he finally worked up the courage (mainly from Eddie's quiet, sob-like sleep begging) he went for his wheelchair. But soon he realized that he was not gonna get in his wheelchair, falling onto the floor and taking his chair with him with a loud yell and crash.

Jason could practically hear Eddie bolt up from the noise. He could only imagine him looking around worriedly. He heard the click of the button that summons a nurse and then Eddie getting out of his bed. As he looked around from the floor dazed he finally noticed that Eddie was towering over him.

He went to help him up, "What the fuck man? Why have you been like this recently?" He grabbed his hand and shoulder, "You can't keep doing this. I don't know if this is some way of coping or if you're trying to get somewhere but I think you have some shit you need to talk to someone about. You're injuring yourself almost ever night, you have a therapist, utilize her for fucks sake." He sounded exasperated, why would Eddie even care about what he's doing? Or trying to do.

"You wouldn't get it," Jason mumbled.

Eddie quickly cut him off, "I think I do get it, you're not the only person that's been through hell and back! Everyone we know gets it, you just won't let anyone in! You're stubborn, you-"

The nurse interrupted his ranting, telling him to get back to bed and helping Jason back to bed.

His doctor raised his dosage back up the next day.

#eddie munson #jason carver #disabled munver #munver #tigerfreak

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day.

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual.

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand.

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed.

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying.

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot.

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face.

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him.

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee.

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?”

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering.

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

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The Long Run || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x doctor!reader

summary: after discovering that you’re bucky’s secret girlfriend, sam invites you on a mission with them. when bucky gets injured and you save his life, you give him news that will change the both of your lives for the better and bucky has a very important question to ask you.

a/n: this is technically a part two to Who’s She?, but can be read w/o the first; reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 4.9k

warnings: blood, bucky getting shot, mentions of bucky nearly dying, mentions of pregnancy, some swearing, angst, fluff

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“Absolutely not.” Bucky told Sam. “No way. We have to find someone else to do it.”

“I’m sorry- do you have any other secret girlfriends lined up?” Sam asked, crossing his arms. “Because from what I understand we’re supposed to be doing this all under the radar and you and I don’t exactly have a lot of friends right now.”

Bucky stood his ground, staring down the man in front of him. “I’m not bringing her into this.”

“You brought her into this as soon as you decided to date her and she knows that.”

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes before shoving his finger into Sam’s chest.

“You know- I knew I should have never brought you back to my house.” Bucky said. “I knew I should have let Romanoff have you instead of bringing Y/n into this.”

Sam sighed, stepping away from Bucky, understanding that he was putting him in a difficult situation. Not even a month ago when Sam was shot during a mission, Bucky had brought him and Natasha Romanoff back to your shared home so you could patch him up. Until then, you had remained a secret to them- Bucky being sure to never even mention your name. He kept your relationship a secret from not only the world, but the team to ensure your safety. The last thing he could ever bare despite everything he had been through was for you to get hurt- especially if it was because of him.

Sam could understand. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of the people around him getting hurt because of his choices. A part of him was envious of Bucky for being able to keep you such a secret, ensuring your safety. He understood that Bucky risked his only sense of normalcy to save him and that you- a stranger to him until that night- risked your safety to help him.

He knew he could only ask so much, but he also knew that you were the best choice.

“I get it, Buck.” Sam told him finally, placing his hand on his shoulder. “I know why you’re worried, but she’ll be fine. If I thought there was any way she could get hurt, I wouldn’t even suggest it, but she’ll be so far away-”

Bucky shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I’m not calling her. Find someone else.” Bucky told him finally, seating himself in a flimsy folding chair across the room.

“Fine.” Sam threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “I guess I’ll just find someone else to be our getaway driver.”

With that, Sam left the room, making a phone call through the door.

A half an hour filled with silence later, Sam and Bucky heard a car pull up outside the small abandoned building. Quickly glancing at each other, they both stood up, making their way out of the room and towards the entrance of the building. Without opening the door they heard knocking coming from the other side. Just as Bucky’s hand went to pull on the door handle, Sam’s hand stopped him, holding his wrist.

“Before-”

Glancing from Sam’s hand on his wrist to his eyes, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Who did you call?”

“Look, b-before you get mad-” Sam attempted to reason.

That was enough for Bucky to pull Sam’s hand off of his wrist and yank open the door. On the other side he was immediately met with your face staring back at him.

Before you could even open your mouth to greet him, Bucky spun around to face Sam.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Bucky asked, raising his voice. “I told you not to do one thing and you just go ahead and call my girlfriend.”

“There was no other choice-”

“How did you even call her?” He asked, voice still raised, cutting Sam off.

Finally Sam loosened up at the question, turning to look between you and Bucky. “Listen, that’s your own fault. Who doesn’t have a phone password?”

At that, Bucky threw his hands up in the air, turning to face you instead. You smiled, shrugging.

“I told you to put a passcode, baby.”

Looking at your smiling face, Bucky softened up, lowering his voice. He could hardly ever be mad at you.

“Doll, you shouldn’t have come.” He sighed. “You should go back home. Go enjoy your day off. We can handle this on our own.”

You had known your boyfriend long enough to know that he was only speaking out of love for you. The kind of love that drove him to keep you a secret for so long from even his own friends in order to protect you. Although you understood how he wanted to protect you, you also understood that Sam wouldn’t have called you if there were other choices on the table.

“Buck, it’s okay.” You assured him, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. “Sam said that I’d be fine. Let me help.”

Glancing at your face and looking into what one could only call your “puppy dog eyes” he cursed to himself, knowing he couldn’t resist giving in for you.

“Okay. Fine.” He sighed. “But only if you stay in the car.”

Smiling you tugged on his jacket once more, pulling him down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Buck.”

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”

And he did.

When he, Sam and an injured Natasha Romanoff were running out of an exploding building while agents continued to chase after them still shooting, he was truly regretting ever letting you come on this mission- even though you were only there to serve as their getaway driver and first aid kit for Agent Romanoff.

When you felt the rumble of the explosion shake your car and heard the gunshots going off you jumped in your seat, firmly grasping the wheel. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Sam and Natasha running in your direction and you hovered your foot over the gas, shifting the car into drive.

“Go!” Sam shouted as soon as he got one foot in the door after pushing Natasha inside.

The second your boyfriend slid into the passenger seat you hit the gas at full speed, but before you could speed far enough away you heard one last gunshot sound off before you heard Bucky shout from his seat, swinging the door shut.

Still speeding away at the fastest speed you had ever gone in your life, you turned to face your boyfriend, feeling your heart race in your chest.

“Buck-” You started but before his full name could even slip out of your mouth you could see blood begin to soak the bottom of his shirt. “Oh my god!” You shouted.

“It’s fine-” He attempted to calm you down, groaning while holding his abdomen.

Hearing the commotion, Sam gripped Bucky’s seat, pulling himself up from the back seat to look at Bucky’s wound.

“Shit!” Sam swore.

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Bucky swatted him away.

“You’re not helping, Sam!” He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

“Oh my God. Is it bad?” You asked shakily, meeting Sam’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s bad isn’t it, Sam?”

All you saw was Sam’s eyes wide, staring right back at you in the mirror. Glancing between your gaze in the mirror and Bucky looking over his shoulder glaring at him, Sam shook his head.

“Uh-” He started.

Feeling your hands begin to tremble on the wheel, you glanced back at Sam.

“Sam just tell me-”

“Sam you better shut the hell up!” Bucky shouted.

Realizing that you had driven for long and far enough that the men that were chasing you were no longer still following you, you slammed on the brakes. You heard the grunts of Sam and a incoherent Natasha in the backseat and the muffled shout of pain from your boyfriend besides you. As soon as the car came to a stop, you threw your door open, climbing out of the car and stomping to the passenger side door, swinging it open.

When your eyes met Bucky’s he just shook his head, eyes wide. He knew that no matter how many things you saw in your time as a doctor that it would inevitably hit you differently to see him so badly wounded and he couldn’t bare to see you so upset.

“Bucky,” You said, laying your hands on top of his bloodied ones. “Let me see it.”

He shook his head again.

“Doll-”

“James.” You stated more firmly, gripping his hands. “Take your hands off.”

Knowing that this argument couldn’t go on for much longer without him caving in, he lifted his hands from his wound and when you laid your eyes on the bloodied section of his abdomen you couldn’t help but gasp knowing your boyfriend was injured this badly.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, groaning again.

You had seen plenty of injuries this bad, but you had been in a hospital and they hadn’t been on your boyfriend- the man you swore was the love of your life. Pulling your hands away from the wound, you could feel them begin to tremble as the horror of what was happening washed over your body, gluing you to your spot. When you looked up, rather than looking at Bucky, your eyes met Sam’s who was still sat in the back seat.

Seeing your eyes wide and your hands shaking Sam immediately made his way out of the vehicle to stand by your side. Your boyfriend’s eyes were still squeezed shut in pain and as you stoood watching him you felt Sam’s hands land on your shoulders to turn you to face him instead.

“Y/n?” Sam asked, trying to get you to focus your attention on him. “Y/n you need to breathe.”

You shook your head, staring at him with your eyes wide. You could barely choke the words out. “I-”

“Y/n listen to me.” He said, gently shaking your shoulders. “You need to calm down so you can fix this-”

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, you could feel your heart racing in your chest. How could he expect you to do this?

“No, no Sam I can’t-” You told him.

Resilient as ever Sam nodded his head. “Yes you can.” He said. “You have to. The next hospital isn’t for another thirty miles- it’s you or nothing. You can do this, Y/n. You fixed me and you came for Natasha-”

“That’s different.” You sighed.

“I know that, but there’s no other way.”

You rung your trembling hands, looking between Sam and your boyfriend still groaning in the passenger seat of the vehicle.

As you looked at him all you could think about was how you couldn’t lose him- especially not now. You needed him. You didn’t know what you would do without him. You knew Sam was right too- that if it weren’t for you doing something, he wouldn’t survive. You couldn’t allow that to happen.

Taking a long, deep breath you looked up at Sam.

“Okay.” You nodded.

Sam released you from his grip. “Okay?” He asked, making sure you were willing to help his friend and when you nodded once more he smiled. “Okay. What can I do to help?”

You instructed Sam to go fetch the supplies that you had brought and stored in the trunk when he asked you to come in the case that Natasha would need medical aid after being held hostage by the organization they had just saved her from. Although she was barely coherent on the backseat, you knew that she would be okay compared to your partner who was currently bleeding out in the front seat.

While Sam fetched your supplies, you tugged on the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt, trying to ease it over his head.

“C’mon baby.” You cooed. “The shirt needs to come off.”

In too much pain to speak, he lifted his arms slightly, just enough for you to pull his shirt off of his torso and over his head. When you did, however his dog tags came off with it, slipping into his lap. Just when you were about to turn around to take the kit from Sam, you felt the familiar touch of cool metal grasp your wrist.

When you turned around you first met Bucky’s eyes before following his gaze down to his hand that was balled into a fist, the chain of his dog tag slipping through his fingers.

“What-”

“Take them.” He told you, sighing from the pain. “I want you to take them, Y/n.”

Staring at his dog tags and the solemn look on his face, you could feel your heart practically stop beating in your chest. Bucky had lived a long, complicated life- longer than most, but stolen from him at the same time. He had been given these same dog tags when he was sent to fight in World War II. Although a part of him had died during the war, he had survived to live decades more, the dog tags staying with him.

As he attempted to hand them to you, you realized that although he didn’t admit it- he was sure he was going to die in that moment. He had survived for over a century and because of this one bullet that he could’ve escaped from if he was just an inch to the right he thought he was living through his final moments. The dog tags had survived along with him all this time and you couldn’t bare the thought that he decided that now was the time to give them away.

“Buck, no.” You shook your head. “I can’t take those. You’re going to be okay-”

“Doll.” He said. “Just take them.”

You took his vibranium wrist in your hand and pulled it away from your arm.

“You’re not dying on my watch, okay?” You said finally, turning around to take the kit from Sam. “Now... there’s no easy way to say this... this is going to hurt.”

Bucky couldn’t help but throw you a lopsided smile at your resilience.

“How bad can it be?”

It was bad.

Due to you performing all of this on the field, you hadn’t been able to numb Bucky’s pain at all. Even though he had been through what he thought until now was the most horrible pain a human could ever experience, he could barely sit still throughout the entire thing. As soon as the first shout escaped from his mouth, you had stopped in the middle of what you were doing, glancing over your shoulder at Sam. Without even a word coming out of your mouth you and Bucky watched as Sam undid the belt from around his waist.

“Woah, wait-” Bucky began but before he could even finish, Sam was holding his belt in his hand, offering it to Bucky.

“Here.” Sam told him.

“What- I’m not putting this in my mouth.” Bucky said.

“Man, just put it in your mouth-”

“I am not putting this thing in my mouth, Sam. There has to be something else I can bite down on-”

You shook your head, sighing to yourself as you snatched the belt from Sam’s hand, slipping it into your boyfriend’s mouth. Eyes wide and not in a position to argue, he bit down silently.

“There.”

As soon as you placed the belt in his mouth, you went back to work on his abdomen. As you performed the procedure, removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled shouting. You couldn’t help but cringe and feel hurt knowing how much pain he was in, but you also knew that there was no other way and you had to put him through this so he could come out the other side.

The pain was so bad at one point, however, that after a particularly nasty yell, followed by his legs jolting you looked up to see Bucky swing out his free hand to Sam which Sam took wordlessly. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help but laugh when while you were still working on stitching up the wound you heard Sam shout.

“Y- you’re crushing my hand! Stop... squeezing.. so hard.”

When you finally finished, pulling your hands away from the freshly stitched wound, you glanced up at Bucky. You could tell immediately that he looked exhausted, slipping his hand out of Sam’s and opening his mouth to let the belt drop onto his lap.

“You can rest now, baby.” You told him, standing up from your kneeling position, wiping your bloodied hands on the cloth that Sam handed you. “Rest.”

As soon as you told him too, Bucky couldn’t help but allow himself to fall into a deep sleep.

When he woke again, he immediately realized that he was laying in a hospital bed and was hyper aware of the needles sticking out of his flesh arm.

His eyes immediately landed on your figure, standing on the other side of a glass wall speaking with a doctor. Suddenly the memories came flooding back into his memory of him getting shot and you saving him with the supplies you had on hand on the side of some abandoned, dirt road. Along with the memories flowing back into his mind, he could feel his chest become full, remembering how you had just saved his life- that you fought against your own fears of hurting him to save him. He had always known that you gave his life meaning, but as he sat there in his bed he realized that he was alive because of you.

Snapping him out of his own thoughts, Bucky heard a voice speak up beside him.

“How are you feeling-”

Before Sam could even finish his sentence, however, Bucky cut him off.

“I need you to do something for me.” Bucky told him, sitting up in his bed with a grunt, still sore.

When Sam heard the urgency in his friend’s tone of voice, he leaned over in his seat, pulling his chair closer to the side of Bucky’s bed.

“What is it?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

Bucky knew that he couldn’t wait any longer and he didn’t want to either.

“I need you to go to my apartment.” Bucky told him, giving him instructions. “In the bedroom there’s a safe. The code’s my birthday and I need you to get-”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam shook his head. “Slow down. What do you need from a safe right now? Incase you forgot you were just shot.”

This situation was probably the last one Bucky thought he would find himself in when he had first planned the event seven months ago, but he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting any longer. He could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth as he told Sam.

“The ring.”

Upon the two words that Bucky had just said, Sam’s eyebrows creased even more, attempting to understand the words Bucky had just told him. When it finally clicked, Sam leaned back in his seat throwing his hands up in the air.

“A what? Wait.” Sam said and Bucky was almost beginning to regret his decision as a smile began to play on his partner’s face. “You... you have a ring?”

Glancing at where you were still standing to make sure you didn’t hear what the two men were discussing, Bucky turned to face Sam nodding.

“Yeah, a ring.” He said.

Sam shook his head. “You’re going to propose?” He asked, then looked around the room. “Right now?”

Bucky knew that the hospital room he was in wasn’t exactly the ideal situation and when he bought the ring months ago he had ran through all the ideas in the book from a restaurant to a vacation, but he could never decide. In this moment, though, he knew that now was the time to ask.

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.

Sam just smiled standing up from his seat. “Okay, okay.” He said, patting down his pockets. “I’m gonna go get it- God! I can’t believe this is happening, man!”

Hearing the door to the room open, Bucky glared at his friend, halting himself from having more words slip out of his mouth. Sam nodded, giving his friend a thumbs up before running out of the room.

When your boyfriend’s eyes landed on you and noticed you glancing between Sam and him while laughing, he rolled his eyes.

“What was that about?” You laughed, gesturing towards his friend running out the door.

Keeping his cool as always, Bucky shrugged. “It’s Sam.”

You smiled making your way over to the side of the bed and when you did, Bucky reached his arms out for you. When you sat yourself on the side of the bed next to him, you felt his hands rest on your waist while you played with the dog tags that were once again lying on his chest.

“I was so scared you were going to die, Buck.” You said in a hushed voice.

Seeing the downcast look exhibited on your features, he felt his heart break knowing that you almost lost each other.

“I thought I was.” He said. “The feeling was worse than... worse than when I fell.”

You sighed at his confession, taking one of his hands off of your waist- instead lacing your fingers with his.

“I- I can’t do this without you.” You told him, your eyes not yet meeting his, just staring at your fingers interlaced. “I couldn’t let you die, Buck. I need you here.”

“I know, doll-”

“No.” You cut him off, looking up to allow your eyes to meet his blue ones- the same ones you always got so lost in. “You don’t know. There’s... there’s something I need to tell you.”

Bucky’s mind began racing from the best case scenarios to the worst case scenarios. Were you dying? Did you not love him anymore? Did you find out about the ring? Oh God, maybe you did and he would have to tell you now even if he was still waiting on Sam to bring him the ring.

“I have something to tell you too.” He said, squeezing your hand.

You, however, shook your head. “No, Buck, let me go first. I have to get this off my chest. You almost died and the thought of you never finding out almost killed me.”

Instead of cutting in again, Bucky just nodded his head, seeing how serious you were.

He watched as you took a deep breath and a smile began to make its way onto your face.

“I’m pregnant.”

Bucky could of sworn to God that his heart stopped in that moment and it was confirmed by the beeping of the heart monitor beside him. His eyes went wide and he was praying that his mouth didn’t drop as he tried to process the information you had just told him.

You were pregnant. He was going to be a father. He was going to share a child with you- the best thing to have ever happened to him.

Going with his gut and leading with his heart, before his brain could stop him he finally asked.

“Marry me.”

Unlike your boyfriend, you didn’t need a heart monitor to tell you that your heart skipped a beat before racing immediately after.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying Bucky so often it almost felt like a memory. To hear the words finally slip out of his mouth, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening to you.

Until you realized what situation the two of you were in.

He didn’t ask you out of love- he asked you out of commitment- or that was at least what you thought.

The light drained from your face as you scoffed pushing yourself off of his bed.

“Really, James?” You asked.

Confused by your reaction, Bucky stiffened in his seat on the bed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked.

You couldn’t help, but laugh at his naivety.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You scoffed once again. “You know- I thought you had moved past all this old-fashioned stuff. It’s not the 40′s anymore, Buck. You don’t have to marry me because you think you ‘knocked me up’ or whatever. Don’t let little old me hold you down.”

“Woah- what the fuck?” Bucky asked in a raised voice, genuinely shocked.

“-Because I don’t want you marrying me because you feel like you have to.” You continued. “I’d want you to marry me for me.”

“Do you think I want to marry you because you’re pregnant?” He asked.

Cooling down and wringing your hands, you nodded. “Yeah.”

You could tell just by looking at him that he was hurt not just by his gunshot wound that was still healing, but by your words.

He found it hard to believe that you could possibly think that he would only want to marry you out of circumstance and not because he had an undying love for you or because he couldn’t see himself living life without you by his side. You were the first thing he thought about every moment when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to bed every night. You practically made the world spin round so how could you possibly believe that he wouldn’t want to marry you out of pure love and devotion to you?

Before he had the chance to say any of that though, the door to the hospital room behind you swung open and Sam stood in the doorway. Sensing the tension in the room he eyed the two of you.

“Did I... miss something?” He asked, focusing his attention on Bucky.

You shook your head, wrapping yourself in your arms. Just when you were about to excuse yourself from the room, you saw Sam holding his hand suspiciously behind his back.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing at him.

Sam decided that the wall behind you was very interesting in that moment as he avoided looking at you. “Nothing.”

You eyed him warily and watched as his gaze fell on Bucky still sat in the hospital bed.

“Sam...” You said.

“What?” He replied. “There’s nothing behind my back. I just... like... putting my hand... there.”

You watched your boyfriend sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Glancing between the two men, you reached behind Sam’s back and stole the box from his hands. As soon as your eyes met the small, black velvet box you felt all the air escape your body. You looked at your boyfriend before opening the box.

Inside sat a beautiful diamond ring.

“... Buck?” You asked, slowly stepping towards him.

He gave you a soft smile. “If you don’t like it you can tell me. I picked it out with Steve-”

“You picked it out with Steve?” You asked, smiling. “That means...”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Picked it out seven months ago... before...”

You knew what he meant- before his best friend decided to leave the modern age to go back to the forties, leaving Bucky here. Although you knew is was a hard topic to discuss, knowing the truth lifted a weight off of your chest. He didn’t propose to you in the heat of the moment because you were pregnant- he had been planning on proposing to you for over half a year. Not only was he planning on proposing for that long, but before you told him you were pregnant he must of asked Sam to pick up the ring.

You felt guilty for yelling at him earlier and for believing that he didn’t have your best intentions in mind, but overall you were just so overjoyed to know that you were going to spend the rest of your life with the man in front of you.

“I love you.” You told him in a hushed voice, sitting yourself back down on the side of his bed.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, gently taking the box out of your hand.

You couldn't help but smile.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Although Bucky Barnes was known for his infamous glare, he couldn’t help but smile in that moment, the pieces in his life finally falling into place after all this time. He couldn’t possibly be happier.

When he finally tore his eyes away from your smiling face that he swore would rival any goddess’, he shakily took the ring out of the box, took your left hand in his vibranium one and slipped the diamond engagement ring over your ring finger.

Before you could let him say another word, you leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands and kissed him. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss, so filled with love and joy that you could barely contain it.

When you finally pulled away, you still couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, so wide it almost hurt your cheeks.

As the smile fell from your boyfriend’s face you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What is it?” You asked him, fiddling with engagement ring on your finger.

“Did....” He began glancing between a still silent Sam and you. “Did you agree to go on a mission when you knew you were pregnant?”

Instead of meeting your boyfriend- no- fiancé’s eyes, you decided to admire your ring. “Uh...”

Bucky didn’t have a chance to press you further on the topic when the other man standing beside you’s voice rang through the room.

“Wait! You’re pregnant?”

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Shooting Stars

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Injuries (including: blood, broken bones and talk about recovery)

Description: You taught Levi the art of making wishes on shooting stars but, after getting badly injured on the job, you're not sure if you'll see one of your most important wishes come true.

Genre: Angst + Fluff = Flangst

Word Count: 2,533

Author's Note: First Levi one-shot! Writing for him is so fun, honestly! Feel free to leave some feedback!

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Levi loved stargazing. Well, no, that’s a lie. You loved stargazing, Levi simply loved how your eyes twinkled with the light of those burning constellations, how you smiled at him with wonder as if there truly was a future worth fighting for.

You made him fall in love with shooting stars. Countless wishes were made on those falling bursts of fire, some shouted into the open in a breath of hope and devotion, others kept secret within your hearts. Those hushed wishes were the most sacred ones. Those were the ones he held closest to his chest and protected at all costs— like he should’ve done with you.

It was an easy enough mission. Just a few hours of outside exploration, setting the parameters for future expansion. Easy. Simple. Do not engage with the enemy unless necessary.

If it was so simple, then why was the Captain subjected to watching you being swatted out of the sky like a bug? Why did you have to be cast out of the heavens like a fallen angel? Why did he have to see you shield the scout in your arms with your body right before impact? There was a scream— a blood-curdling thing that plunged his heart in a freezing pit of fear. Was it his? Was it yours? Were you even conscious to let out such an agonizing sound?

Looking back, he couldn’t remember what happened next. He must’ve done something right, though; he must’ve given the right order because somehow, under some kind of miracle, he managed to have a scout rush you to a medical tent just in time.

There was so much blood— so much of your blood tainting the green of his cape. It was everywhere. Under his nails. On his shirt. If he looked closely enough, he could almost make out your silhouette painted in crimson on the dirt. He felt sick.

Dread made his blood run cold. Even with the medics' efforts, there was no indication of whether you’d wake up or not. Levi felt like throwing up. Would he ever see the stars twinkling in your eyes again, or would that light be snuffed out too? He can’t live in the dark— not without you.

He still had so many unspoken wishes to cast upon falling stars— wishes he intended on sharing with you. There were still so many constellations you hadn’t shown him yet, so many nights under the darkened sky you had yet to share. He couldn’t just let that— he couldn’t let you slip away.

“You should be in bed.”

You looked over your shoulder, flashing a weak smile at the Captain. Papers full of strategic plans were clutched in one hand, the other being nursed within a sling. A crutch rested against the side of your bed, a bitter reminder to the Captain of his failure to protect you. The sight of your condition made his heart ache.

“I’ve been in bed,” you sighed, wincing at the pain in your chest. Levi frowned. He was sure your back was still tainted by the bruises left behind by your healing ribs. “But I got bored.”

The Captain’s eyes remained on you as you hobbled across the room without your crutch, tossing the papers onto your bedside table, and turned to him. His heart sank. His eyes were darkened by sleepless nights, yours were darkened by healing bruises. Guilt flooded his stomach, making him uneasy as he watched your eyes flutter tiredly.

“You need rest, (L/N). Have you been taking anything for the pain?” He tried to keep his voice from wavering. He couldn’t save you, but he can still be there for your recovery. Narrowing eyes settled on the bottle of medicine by your bed. It was full. “The medicine is there for a reason, you know.”

You frowned at the bottle, shaking your head. “It makes me sleepy.”

Levi sighed. “You need to rest.” He grabbed the bottle, tilting his head at the bed. “Sit down, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m not taking that,” your words came in a hush, a silent plead hanging from them as your eyes flickered from the bottle to Levi’s gaze. “I need to get out of this room.”

Silver eyes flashed with a warning. “(L/N),” He stepped closer to you, cautious to not spook you with his proximity. “Sit down, that’s an order.”

Limping over to your bed, you tripped on your feet. Levi dove in immediately, catching you and holding you as tenderly as he could, too afraid to be the cause of your pain. “Are you okay?” Concern softened his voice, a rare thing to hear from him. His hands held you gently, helping to keep you steady. “Are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

A ragged breath shook your chest painfully, choking your lungs on a broken cry. “I’m fine,” You let him guide you to the edge of your bed, where you glared at the crutch next to you with saddened eyes. “I’m fine, Levi.”

Somehow, it felt like you were actually trying to convince yourself of that rather than reassure him. It took months to get you back on your feet— months for you to walk again with the help of a crutch. Your mobility was still limited by too many aches deep within your bones— aches that still had you writhing in pain in the dead of night. ‘Fine’ is the last word the Captain would use to describe you right now.

He took the liberty of sitting by your side, his gaze unwavering as he looked at you. The bottle of medicine felt heavy in his hands. The urge to smash it against the wall burned in his veins. He took a breath. “Why won’t you take your medicine?”

You dipped your head, not in a hurry to offer an answer. You tugged at the sling your arm rested in, frowning at the useless state your limb was in. “I already told you, it makes me sleepy. I’m tired of being knocked out all day long— I’m tired of being stuck in this room.”

Levi nodded, his chest deflating with a sigh. Silver eyes skimmed over your room, settling back on the side of your face. You still didn’t look at him. “Do you have a coat?”

At that, your eyes flickered to his, curiosity bringing some life back to your gaze. “A coat?” Levi hummed in response. “Uh, there should be one inside the chest by the foot of the bed. Why?”

The Captain didn’t offer a reply as he stood up and kneeled before the chest, tugging at the coat within it. He set it by your side before going to your door. “Put it on. I’ll be back in a moment.”

True to his word, he was back in your room with a wheelchair in tow. You were sitting by your bed, coat over your shoulders and curiosity bright in your eyes. “What are you doing?”

Leaving the wheelchair by your door, he kneeled before you, hands working to fix your coat. “It’s cold outside,” he grumbled, adjusting how the coat fell over your injured arm. “You might as well freeze if you don’t button up.” And with that, he finished working with the buttons, smoothing out your collar before giving a nod of approval.

“Levi,” you called. Tired eyes followed his movements as he rolled the wheelchair further into your room. “Where are we going?”

“You said you wanted to get out of your room, didn’t you?” He looked at you expectantly before he continued, “This is your chance, so shut up and let me help you.” Carefully, he carried you to the wheelchair, being as gentle as possible while he settled you on the seat.

You were glad he made you wear a coat; it was cold outside, just as he said. Your aching bones greatly appreciated the warmth provided by your clothing. Most scouts were already back in their rooms at this time of night, washing away the day’s grime before going to sleep. Scouts who passed you by waved at you happily overjoyed to see you out in the open. It was enough to get a weak smile out of you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, pushing your wheelchair further away from the tents and sleeping quarters. Warmth blossomed in his chest as you smiled up at him.

“Like I was absolutely right about getting the hell out of my room.” you laughed softly, afraid of irritating your healing body. “This is so much better.”

A few beats passed before the Captain spoke up. “I wish there was more that I could do,” The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. “But I hope this is enough for now.”

He stopped the wheelchair by one of the fire pits, though he didn’t throw in some wood to ignite a fire; instead, he pulled you from your seat, carrying you to one of the several benches surrounding the fire pit. Only a few lanterns provided some light over the area, giving way for the moon to bathe the land in a silver glow.

Silence fell over your heads as you sat next to each other, soaking in the chill of the night under the stars. Levi patted down the nonexistent dust from his clothes, feeling his heart clench as you gazed up tiredly at the sky. You were just so worn out.

“This isn’t the spot we always go to,” he said, gazing up at the hill you both used to hide away at in the middle of the night. The place where your wishes were spoken into existence. “But it’s—”

“It’s enough.” You breathed. Bruised eyes sparkled with the ghost of the flame that once resided within you. The flame was weak, not gone. “I…I missed this.”

A soft breath shook his chest as he gazed at you. He missed this, too. He missed hearing your stories about the stars. He missed watching you dance under them, somehow finding joy in this forsaken world. He missed how you’d cling to him, shaking him with excitement, begging him to join you in your wish-making as a shooting star cut through the sky. Things might not be how they were before, but you’re still here, so he knew he must’ve been granted one of his wishes.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go on as a Scout.” You blurted, soft and scared. It took him by surprise. Your eyes remained on the sky, but he knew there was sorrow deep within them.

“What?” His fractured heart ached. The sky was pretty, dotted with burning lights. What do the stars look like beyond the walls? He remembers Armin once talking about something called sea— would those waters mirror the stars above? Would they unite the heavens with the earth under their feet?

Your gaze fell to your injured leg, dejected and full of despair. “Hange says part of my nervous system was damaged in my fall,” A tired click of your tongue made the Captain furrow his brow. “It’s why I still can’t walk without that damn crutch— why I still can’t make a fist with my injured hand.”

Right. It hadn’t crossed Levi’s mind that the damage caused by your injuries could be permanent. Shit. Anxiety twisted his stomach painfully, he felt sick.

“Stop talking like that, (L/N). You’ll be fine.” You had to be. The guilt of not having reached you in time burned behind his eyes. The one time you truly needed his help, and he wasn’t there. Fantastic. “There’s no way in hell you’ll be kicked out of the Scouts.” He had to have hope that you’ll recover, right? That’s what you taught him— hope.

You snickered bitterly. “Even if I regain full mobility, I’m missing a lung, Levi.” He winced, the memory of the healing scar across your side fresh in his mind. “That alone gives the Commander enough reason to kick my sorry ass out if it gets in the way.”

Levi scowled, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. “Stop talking like that, dammit,” He faced you, eyes burning with guilt and something you couldn’t quite place. “You’ll be okay.”

“You don’t have to lie—”

“Listen to me!” It was an angry whisper, but there was a plead behind it. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. I fell short on that promise before,” He grimaced, trying to shake the memory of that fateful day out of his head. “But it won’t happen again.”

Tears spilled onto your cheeks. Your shoulders shook as you bit back a cry. Your ribs hurt, but you couldn’t stop how your body trembled as silent cries spilled from you.

Silver eyes flickered to the sky, a new spark igniting his gaze. “Do you remember the first wish we made together?”

Tearful eyes met his gaze, your heart clenching at the memory. You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed. “And what did we wish for, (L/N)?”

A choked sob shook your bruised ribs, but your gaze remained steadily locked on his. “We— Shit. We wished for the chance to… to reach the end of this war together. To fight till we don’t have to anymore— until we can see the stars from beyond the walls.”

Shakily, your good hand cupped the side of his face, making his breath hitch. Your touch was warm, such a stark contrast to the cold that bit your skin as you tethered the line between life and death just a few months before. Levi leaned into your touch, let his face burn under the heat of your skin. He hadn’t realized he was crying until the pad of your thumb erased the hot tear tracks that stained his face.

“Do you really think it’s possible?” Your voice was a mere whisper, sacred words meant for his ears only spilling past your trembling lips. “Do you think we’ll both be able to fight long enough to see that day?”

Why the hell not? You were still here, against all odds. In his book, if he had one of his desperate wishes granted, why can’t he have another come true?

“I’ll be damned if we don’t.” He clung to your hand— his lifeline. “You’ll make it. We’ll leave this shithole someday and you’ll dance under the skies on the other side of these walls.”

You cracked a weak smile. “And you’ll dance with me?”

Normally, the Captain would shut down the idea of dancing, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not when your eyes are just regaining their old flame. Not when he finally sees a flicker of hope in you.

Call him insane, but he swore he just witnessed a shooting star cut through the sky in an arch, shaping a halo just above your head. His angel.

He smiled. “Only if you promise to get off your ass and show hell until we see that day.”

He’s willing to thrust his hopes into these star-struck wishes if it means he’ll live to see each of them come true, with your hand in his and under the heavens of a new world.

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