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eddie-van-munson · 3 years ago

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Somewhere (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Warnings: Season 4 Spoilers, Character Death, Angst, Fluff, Description of Blood and Injury, Brief mentions of a Character Throwing up, Smut ( pv unprotected) (But in a heartfelt emotional way), Hospital Refrence, Cursing, Refrences to People Thinking Eddie is a Satanist, Pregnancy Refrences

Summary: Eddie knows he doesn't have much time left. Instead of spending it struggling in a hospital, he decides to stay with you. Being loved and held right 'til the end.

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are open!)

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Your whole body was trembling as you held him, blood and grime soaked through his Hellfire shirt. He cradled your face, smiling up at you with blood stained lips. How Dustin had managed to get him back through the gate, you had no idea, but you didn't care. He was here. He was safe now.

"We-..." sobs rattled you. Eddie hushed you lovingly, stroking your cheek as he looked up at you with heavy eyes. "We've gotta call an ambulance."

"No." Eddie cooed with a sad smile. "No baby. It's too late for that. 's not why I came back."

"Eds you're bleeding out. You're-"

"I'm not gonna spend my last hours in a hospital, babe. Came back to be with you."

"D-Don't say that please don't say that-" You begged, your whole body crumpling. Eddie gave you a sad smile, hushing you lovingly.

"Look at me." You scrubbed at your eyes, but he moved your hand away from your face. "Look at me, pretty girl."

Your eyes burnt. His features were blurred with tears as you tried to pull yourself together for him.

"There's not much time left, huh? I don't want to die in a hospital bed. Don't want to die all covered in tubes and full of drugs."

"Eddie-" You couldn't form words.

"I know, princess". He brushed your tears away with his thumb, accidentally smudging dirt over your cheek. "Let's go home, babe. Is that ok? I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me...we'll do this together." You bit your lip, ignoring the churning of your stomach and the cries threatening to escape your throat. You nodded, sniffling, and he smiled so big at you that you can't help but let out another sob, kissing his forehead.

You let Dustin help Eddie to the car, giving them the opportunity to say their goodbyes. It also gave you the opportunity to empty your stomach into the bushes without Eddie noticing. Dustin brought you some water to wash your mouth out before you returned to the van.

***

You played Eddie's music for him on the car ride home, holding his hand loosely as he sang along croakily and softly.

"Y/N." He cooed, pressing a kiss to your hand. "Will it hurt you to know? All of the things I wanted to do with you?"

You blinked back tears again, trying to find the courage to meet his eyes, which you just knew were filled with so much love.

"It makes me happy to think about them." He hummed. "Thought maybe they'd make you happy too. When I'm-"

"Tell me about us, Eds. What are we going to do, hm? Once you graduate." You met his tired eyes and he smiled at you sleepily. Your chest ached. God, your beautiful boy. Not your beautiful boy.

"I'm gonna put a ring on your finger. Snatch you up and make you all mine." He chuckled softly, "Save up and buy you a huge white dress."

You swallowed thickly, "Yeah? Didn't think you'd be one for a big wedding."

"Nah, I'm showing you off to all of Hawkins, babe." You smiled at him, wiping your tears, and he grinned so brightly back at you that it almost made you forget he was hurt.

"Then what?"

He choked a little, making your heart stop momentarily, but then took a labored breath and continued. "Then we get the hell out of here. Move somewhere with more than one goddamn stop light." He joked. "And a few less angry hicks would be nice too, huh?" He smiled to himself, thoughtfully. "I'll get you out of that shitty apartment and buy you a house. One we can fill up with a million little Munsons. Start an army."

You laughed, which makes Eddie feel very accomplished. He grinned at the sound. "A million?"

"Give or take a few!"

You smiled so lovingly at him as you put the car in park in the driveway, unbuckling your seat belt to kiss him. He nuzzled against your nose needily, groaning. "We're getting started now, huh?" He hummed against your lips.

You laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I love you." Your expression crumbled a little at the words and you gave a soft sob.

"Hey..." he brushed away your tears, kissing your nose softly. "I love you too, ok? Always. Forever and always and then for a hundred years after that."

***

Eddie gritted his teeth, refusing to reveal to you that he was in pain in any way as you helped him into the apartment.

You led him to the bathroom, helping him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet as you pulled off his grimy clothes. Eventually, you gave in, grabbing a pair of scissors from your first aid kit. You couldn't keep trying to maneuver him out of the fabric anymore. Not when he was bleeding both externally and internally. You were so hesitant to cut off his Hellfire shirt, pausing as you held your scissors to the collar of it. He laughed softly, his eyes growing more droopy by the minute. "Just cut it off, babe. It's ok."

You mustered your strength and snipped the fabric, ripping through it quickly to free him of it before doing the same with his jeans. It took everything in you not to get sick again when you saw his shredded chest. You gave a sob, despite your attempts to abort the sound, and broke into tears again. Eddie's heart broke. "Hey no no no no shhh 's alright. I've got you. You're ok, sweetheart. I've got you." You gathered yourself a little, whimpering an apology. "No, baby, hey...I'm sorry. I didn't think, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's just...I should've b-been there. Should've kept you safe."

"You are here, silly. You're keeping me safe right now. Taking such good care of me. That's all that matters."

He held you there in his arms for a long while before you finally forced yourself to run him a bath. " 'm gonna take care of you." You promised, rubbing your eyes. "Gonna make you feel better, Eds. I swear it."

"Hey..." He smiled at you as you turn back to face him. "Already done, baby doll."

He groaned blissfully as you helped him crawl into the bath, the water immediately turning dark with blood and dirt. You washed him of most of it carefully with a rag and drained the filthy water before filling the tub again.

"Christ, I've never been so grateful for this tiny, shitty bathtub before in my life."

You giggled at him as you poured water through his messy curls, grabbing his shampoo. He moaned softly as you worked it into his hair, your nails dragging over his scalp in a heavenly way. "I love you so much." He whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you worked. You kissed him, and he smiled against your lips.

You towelled his hair off when he was done, being careful not to hurt his chest or tummy as you gently dried him.

He was pale. Very pale. The bath water was pink by the time you'd drained it again and you knew deep in your stomach there wasn't much time left. You held the majority of his weight as you helped him limp to the bedroom. He was able to pull on a pair of boxers, but you could see him growing dizzy and clammy even from that, and quickly laid him in bed.

" 'm c-cold." He shivered as you brushed his damp bangs from his face. You curled up beside him, tucking a comforter around his body as you held him. He was blinking back the sinking of his eyelids now and it made a knot form in your throat. "Y/N."

"Yes, baby..."

"You've got to leave me, ok? Once I'm gone."

"Eddie-"

His grip around your waist, tightened. "I'll be alright, princess. I promise. But you've got to go. You've-" he coughed raggedly and your stomach churned. His voice was getting shakey and faint. "You've got to get out of here. You can't let them think you're part of this. They...if they find me alone they'll think it was some kind of satanist suicide ritual but you can't be here. I can't take you down with me."

You nodded, unwilling to argue with him or upset him. Not now. You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheek.

"That's my girl." He smiled an Eddie smile, pulling you in for a kiss. "My girl. Always my girl." You kissed him desperately, though gently, and he held you as close to him as his hands trailed over your skin. "I have a dying wish." He croaked softly against your lips. His hand trailing to your waist and down across your thigh to pull your knee over his hips, guiding you to straddle him.

"Eds-"

"Let me feel you. Please, let me feel you. Just one more time."

So you straddled him.

You'd never forget the soft sounds that left his lips as you, ever so carefully, rocked your hips against his. A taste of heaven, Eddie thought. One last taste of heaven before I'm sent to hell. He held you so close, his hands sliding up your back as he finished, his breathing heavy as he pressed soft, weak kisses down your neck. His heat filled your belly so perfectly, slowly spilling out between your thighs as you pulled his boxers back up as best you could, seeing as he refused to let you go. "I love you." He whispered, his breathing struggling to even out. "I love you f-forever. Even when your eighty years old and you've got great grand children I'll still be loving you. S-Somewhere out there."

His hands trembled. Swallowing his own fear as his vision blurred. He cradled your face, dragging his thumb over your cheek as you let tears spill. "I'll always r-remember...I'll always remember when Eddie Munson was mine." You sob, kissing his forehead.

"I was always yours." You could barely hear it, now. A lazy, sleepy smile adorning his pretty face.

"Don't go." You begged him. "Please, Eddie...keep your eyes open. Please." He blinked rapidly, holding your hand.

" 'm tired, baby."

"I know...I know, Eds. I-..." His hand sunk a little from where he held your face, but you didn't let it, cradling it to your cheek.

"It's time for me to....to sleep. Just need a nap. I'm sleepy." He hummed weakly, looking so lovingly at you with hooded eyes. "It's alright, baby. Just...just need to sleep."

"I know baby." You swallowed so hard knowing it was time to let him go. You sobbed into his hand as you held him. "It's ok. Rest for me, Eds. It's ok. I've got you. You...You can rest. You can go to sleep, now."

He smiled at you so sweetly, "Pretty girl."

His eyes fluttered shut as he drifted away. You held him for four minutes before he exhaled one last time, his chest going still.

You couldn't leave him. Not until you saw the sun starting to come up over the trees and you knew you had to go.

He looked so beautiful, there. The sun painting his pale face. Like he really was sleeping. You pulled the comforter up over his chest, hiding the gashes and the bites that had taken him from you. You took his arms from your waist carefully, laying them at his sides. You adjusted his pillow further beneath his head, combing through his curls, all fluffy and clean from the bath, with your fingertips.

"I love you, Eddie." You whispered to him one last time, kissing his forehead. You put music on for him when you left. Something soft and comforting.

Something he could sleep to.

***

Three months later.

Hellfire wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't. You knew it wouldn't be. They all did. But it was a piece of Eddie that was still alive. The boys needed it. You did too. So every week, the campaigns went on.

You drove them all to school in the mornings and helped with homework. You surrounded yourself with people who made your heart feel whole again.

You were late this morning. Really late. You choked an apology to the boys as they climbed into the van.

"Jesus, are you ok?" Dustin frowned, staring at you.

"Yeah", Mike agreed. "You look terrible."

"Thanks."

He rolled his eyes, "Are you sick?"

"I must be." You sighed as you grabbed the stick shift, adjusting it to back out. "I've thrown up every morning for a week and a half. I think I've got food poisoning or something."

Dustin scrunched his nose in disgust. "Shit."

"Wait..." Lucas leaned forward to meet your eyes in the rearview mirror. "Every morning?"

"Yeah. Usually goes away after an hour or so." You ignored the slight nausea that swam in your head as you took a sharp turn.

"Y/N..." Lucas looked a bit bewildered.

Dustin caught on, eyes going wide. "Oh my god. When was your last period?"

You hit the breaks, immediately pulling over into a lot. "What the fuck Dustin?"

"When was it!?" Dustin and Lucas yell.

You froze, realizing what they were saying.

"No. Guys it's not like that. It can't be. I haven't been with anyone except-" Your heart fluttered. Eddie. Eddie.

"Except Eddie?" Dustin hummed softly. You swallowed thickly, nodding. There was a long silence. Dustin took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

Your eyes found Gareth and Jeff.

"You don't have to answer this..." Gareth muttered, softly. "But when was the last time you guys.....??"

Your eyes fell to your hands. Tears burning in the corners of your eyes. You steadied your voice. "The night...the night he...." Dustin's brow furrowed with concern. He squeezed your hand. "He asked if we...if we could-" you swallowed thickly. "One last time."

Gareth smiled at you sadly. The van was silent as the boys were hit with the reality of what was happening.

Gareth stood, dropping his backpack and gesturing for you to hop into the passenger seat. You did, and he started the engine. "Where are we going?"

"A drugstore."

***

It was a sight to behold. You, eyes still teary and your hands shaking, buying a pregnancy test as 6 highschool aged boys in matching shirts watched anxiously. The cashier had her brows furrowed in an odd mixture of suspicion and confusion.

It only seemed to make the situation more puzzling to the store's employees when you asked to use the restroom, and were followed back by all six boys, who waited patiently for you to return.

You were trembling when you finally opened the bathroom door to see them, and at the first sign of the smile on your face, all six boys erupted in triumph. Tears welled over in your eyes, running down your face as they jumped and laughed and hollered and cheered. The boys crowded you, each one pulling you into big hugs. High fiving one another.

"Long Live Munson!" Gareth cried, cheers sounding from the group. "Still throwing surprises at us! Even now!"

In that moment you knew he'd been right. You knew that Eddie was still somewhere, loving you. Because you could feel it.

And right now, you were more than happy for it to feel like morning sickness.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munsen #eddie munsen x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie the freak munson #eddie imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader

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deathbxnny · 2 years ago

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Hi there! So uh this is a very specific request but can i request platonic hcs of Stellaron Hunters (Kafka, Silver Wolf, and blade) x my oc Kamisato Hitomi. So i like making OCs to immerse my self into any fandom im into and i had an idea to make an OC that is from the Genshin Impact universe that somehow got transported to the HSR universe. I was inspired by the fact that the Welt in HSR is the same one from HI 3rd.

Btw it’s alright if you dont want to do this request due to this being OC based and very specific. I understand, so instead, can i have your opinion about Hitomi? Like what do you think about her, is there anything i should fix on? Im open to any criticism.

So here some context on Kamisato Hitomi:

She is the ancestor of Ayaka and Ayato, she was born before the cataclysm. She is a master of the Tessenjutsu art (a martial art using Japanese war fan, think of Douma from demon slayer for refrence) and had a similar personality to Ayaka. She is also a vision user, she got it before the cataclysm and its an Anemo vision. One day, the cataclysm happened and it came out of nowhere. She was only 14 years old when it happened. It had caught them off guard and caused her and her little brother to flee the Kamisato estate alongside some guards due to it being overrun by many monster. But unfortunately the monsters were chasing after them and were killing most of the guards that accompanied them.

So in order for her little brother to have a chance of surviving, she sacrificed herself to the monsters to give him some time. She knew there was no way for her to win and come out alive from this but she was fine with it as long as her little brother survived. So she fought the monsters with all she got with her anemo vision and war fans. She held her own quite nicely but she was no match to numerous monsters that surrounded her. Once a rift hound slashed her eyes, it was all over. The corrision she got burned her eyes and after that slash, she instantly got a barrage of attacks from the monsters. She was in extreme pain from the numerous attacks she gotten. As she could feel her life draining from her body, all she could think about was her little brother safety then she felt nothing.

Now somehow she got transported to the HSR universe (i havent thought of a reason for this part) and she was found by Kafka who was shocked seeing the horrible condition she was in. After realizing she was somehow still alive, Kafka brought her back to heal her despite Hitomi being on the brink of death (my reason on why Kafka did this is because her gut told her bring her back even though her condition showing she might not make it and also because of Hitomi’s vision that was flickering. Ik its a lame reason but i couldn’t think of any other reason for why else she would do that)

Now they had somehow healed her back from the brink of death. It was honestly a miracle that she’s alive now but her eyes had to be surgically removed because of the corrision it got. So now she has a huge scar on her eyes and all over her body, she has a bandages covering where her eyes are. Out of gratitude for saving her life, Hitomi joined the Stellaron Hunters even though she doesnt know its true cause. They had let her joined bc A) Why not, she is quite strong after she’s all healed up and B) They are interested on her due to her being from another universe. It was evident that she wasnt from this world with how she was clueless about Aeons and how her description about her homeland, Archon, and vision shows that she isnt from this universe. Kafka was assigned to take care of her, so she basically became Kafka’s assistant. Even after what she gone through, she is still kind and gentle as before.

Here are some trivia about her:

-I picked the name Hitomi because it means “Pupil of The Eye” which ironic since her eyes are gone-

-Since present inazuma is based on the Edo Period, im basing some stuff for Hitomi from women in the Heian Period. And during that period, high class women weren’t allowed to do much, so most of them liked to write stories that became popular. So Hitomi also liked to make stories under her penname Chizuru

So do i want hcs of the stellaron hunters to slowly but surely deeply care for my 14 years old oc? Yes

Again it’s alright if you dont want to do this request, I understand. Just opinions, suggestions, and criticism are enough. I just wanted to see what kind of hcs you could’ve made. Hope you have a great day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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Hello Flower Anon!

I don't write for characters x ocs due to it just not being something I write for.

However, I will still try and give my opinion on your character!

I really like your oc and find her backstory very interesting! I haven't really found anything to necessarily criticise, but I do think there is still room to expand on the story, like maybe her having only been found my the Stellaron hunters due to her giving off an aura that was so powerful, it nearly seemed like a Stellaron or smth, which is how they found her. And maybe the way she got teleported into another universe is by the Cataclysm causing it somehow.

I'm extremely sleep deprived at the moment, so I'm sorry that I can't think of anything interesting or more to say. But I really love your oc and think that her story is nice!

I hope this could be somewhat helpful and thank you for introducing your oc to me!<33

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silverwritesthings · 5 years ago

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Ashes

Oneshot for @mechanical-imagines Warning: Death. Five Stages of Grief. Refrences to alcoholism and heavy bodily injury. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hey Rodimus! You’re still on for Karaoke tomorrow night right?”

It was a simple question. One he’d answered dozens of times. Very rarely had he said no. But now… It was difficult for him to understand that they were gone. It’d been an accident. One that could have been easily prevented. But by the time they’d gotten to them, there was nothing they could do. Ratchet… The way his vocalizer had cracked like the delicate bones and flesh he’d tried to repair. They were gone. Ratchet couldn’t save them. Nobody has seen him outside of the medbay or Swerve’s since. Rodimus doubted he’d even recharged since that day.

Primus knew Rodimus hadn’t recharged. He’d been going through what humans called the “Five Stages Of Grief”, but they never really ended. They just blurred together, much like the days had since Magnus had called him in to sign the death paperwork.

They’d prepared for this before they even left Cybertron. It was inevitable that it would happen. They just didn’t expect it to be so soon. Cremation. That’s what they had requested. “So I can finish what we started. Scatter some of me in that cyber utopia if I don’t make it there, okay?”

Rodimus looked over at the little container of ash. It was all he had left. He couldn’t stand to set foot in their hab-suite. He held the little container to his chassis, wishing he could just feel them again. One more time, one more song.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

#god i cried writing this #rodimus prime #transformers mtmte #angst #character death #the lost liaison

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delta-dean · 6 years ago

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My bored ass mind decided to make a little super hero group of four SP characters and my New Kid. I call this super group the Indigo Children.

Kenny McCormick: Also known as the former immortal hero, Mysterion. Before being recruited into the Indigo Children, he worked multiple jobs in order to provide for his younger sister, Karen, as she finishes high school. He's well known by the residents of South Park to be easy-going, fun-loving, hard headed, and promiscuous. He agreed to join the group and return as Mysterion in order to keep Karen safe and to bring back the good old days.

Rin Cartman-Warden: Step-brother of the infamous Eric Cartman. After the death of his mother, Kelly, his father, Chris, started a romantic relationship with Liane Cartman and the two were wed, making Eric and Rin step-brothers. When Rin was ten, his family moved to South Park, where he was immedientally sucked into the kids' stick of truth game. He ended up picking the 'theif' rank, later becoming a necromancer. This fascination in necromancy influenced him through out his later years of life, causing him to study the spirits, the dead, the anatomy of the human body, etc. This caused him to master the powers of necromamcy and discover the inner secrets of the practice. He's mainly known for his sarcasm, refrences to vines and memes, low-key anxiety, and his friendly personality.

Bradley Biggle: Also known, regrettably, as Mint Berry Crunch, his older, abandoned hero persona. Bradley was once known as an attention-seeking, whiney brat who used his alien powers and Mint Berry Crunch as a way to feel better than everyone in the universe. This ended quickly, however, once he found out about his biological father's destructive, evil personality towards other alien species. This caused him to realize his wrong doings as MBC, resulting in him secretly escaping back to Earth to finish school and try to live life as a normal individual on Earth, now being known for his friendly, upbeat, yet timid attitude. Currently studying for a Masters Degree in music, he lives in a dorm at South Park Universiry. When he was recruited to be part of the Indigo Children, Bradley was unsure at first. He agreed, however, after deciding that joining would be a way to make up for his wrong doings as Mint Berry Crunch. He is the only one in the group that can fly.

Damian Thorn: A half demon with a complex personality. Damian is the son of the Prince of Darkness himself, yet his mother is unknown. At a young age, he knew that he was different. He had a yearning for fire, destruction, playful pain, but he had also wanted acceptance, love, and patience. However, due to his destructive actions, his peers never saw acceptance to him. He grew up alone for most of his life, until he meets Pip, an equally lonely boy with a optimistic, cheery attitude. Although Damian saw Pip as an emotionally useful ally, he threw this relationship away the moment he thought he could gain more friends. Despite this, Damian was shocked and heartbroken over hearing about Pip's death. His demise caused a great deal of emotional pain to Damian, who tried to shove it all down and pretend that his former friend meant nothing to him. Due to his destructive behavior, Damian ended up being arrested, but was later released in order to work for the Indigo Children and gain his freedom back.

Leslie Meyers: An ad who was recreated after being destroyed many years ago. The men of the Indigo Children requested a female member due to the fact that "no one here wants a total sasauge party," as stated by Rin. However, the boys got more than they bargained for. The government agreed to make Leslie the female memeber due to the fact that her robotic anatomy provided no safe sexual interaction and her ability to hack electronics to be quite useful. Leslie is known to intimidate the male members of the group due to her super human strength, monotonous voice and facial expressions, no-nonsense personality, and the difficulty to start normal conversations with her without confusion or intimidation. However, Leslie does low-key desire to understand the people around her and learn what it's like to feel, but she believes that this is impossible due to the database contained in her code.

#south park #super hero shit I guess #Indigo Children #Kenny McCormick #Rin-Cartman Warden #oc #Bradley Biggle #Damian Thorn #Leslie Meyers

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soft-sarcasm · 7 years ago

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kwon soonyoung: snooze.

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.” + 62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

Pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x reader.

Request: Hi! Can I request number 8 and 62 for Hoshi?

Genre: fluff, mild refrences of sex.

Word count: 1+k.

a/n: i know i've been mia from posting but i hope you enjoy.

request a drabble.

You couldn't help the frustrated whine that squealed past your lips as you yet again adjusted your position, your left side proving to be just as uncomfortable as your right. It was infuriating really, that the pillow you currently had smashed over your face was doing nothing more than making you feel claustrophobic; it didn't even have the decency to suffocate you.

At least death would grant you some sort of rest.

But no, it seemed that you were officially stranded in your painfully excruciating situation and not even death was on your side to aid you in your torture. An hour ago, when you were still optimistic and not bordering on murder, you had still hoped that maybe you would be able to fall back to sleep. However, as the clock kept ticking off points of your sanity, you had fully resigned yourself to the fact that you were up for good and there was nothing you could do about it.

What made your situation truly aggravating was that while you blinked away minute after minute of paralyzed awakeness, the lump next to you snoozed away hours.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say snored away hours.

Because no Hoshi didn't just snooze; he snored. Especially as he was suffering through a Summer to Autumn nose cold that had contorted his usually perfectly manageable soft exhales into full-blown trumpets that played the endless tune of your madness. His illness was the only keeping him safe from the arm thwack you had been restraining yourself from committing, that and the fact that he was still severely sleep-deprived and you weren't that much of a monster.

So instead of shaking the volcano next to you so you might be saved for its rumblings, you committed yourself to the agony of waiting. You would get up and do something but that would be giving in and you never gave in. Instead, you whined quietly to yourself in frustration everytime a particularly loud snore shuddered your eardrums and curled further in on yourself.

There were a few moments where silenced would be threatened and you would literally hold your breath, only for it to be let out in the form of a disappointed sigh everytime the ruckus started up again.

The pillow was beginning to get a bit too stuffy and finally, you pushed it away, taking a defeated gulp of air before glancing over in Soonyoung's direction. His expression was absolutely heartwarming, a picture of peace and content with his eyes fastened shut and his mouth innocently gaped open.

No, there was no way you could disturb that.

As quietly as possible, you pulled yourself into a sitting position before officially standing up from the bed. With discretely placed footsteps you padded over to where your phone quietly charged, swiping the device on your way out of your shared bedroom. The living room seemed a good enough place to wait out the rest of the night and maybe you could finally catch up on those research links your Professor kept sending you.

You were half-way through your third article when there was a subtle rustling and the creak of floorboards that had your head instantly snapping up. A rumbled Soonyoung now stood in the doorway, shirt and sleeping shorts askew as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"What are you doing up?" You asked tentatively while locking your phone.

Soonyoung's response took a good moment to form and it came out slurred in between a yawn, "Weren't in bed."

"Yeah I know," You chuckled, patting the space on the couch next to you as Soonyoung stumbled forward. "Couldn't sleep."

Soonyoung all but fell into the plush next to you, instantly nestling into your side as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His face found the crook of your neck as he nuzzled the skin there, his general body heat and softness warming your heart in a way that made you squirm.

"Come back," He mumbled against your jugular, "Can't sleep without you."

You would have usually goaded him for his lack of grammar and syntax but your heart was currently at your boyfriend's feet in a soppy puddle. But you had an image to uphold and gave his head a condescending pat, “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

"But I'm your man-child." He murmured, eyes not even bothering to stay open as he settled into his position of ensnarement.

"That sounds wrong," You stated, nose wrinkling in disgust at the unwanted image that floated through your brain.

Soonyoung simply hummed against your skin, hands slipping to reach the flesh of your waist that had become exposed by your shirt riding up due to movement. The application of his fingers was somewhere in between a caress and a subtle jab for attention but while you were all too aware what his wandering digits translated to, he continued to speak his language of feigned innocence, "You know, there's this physical activity between two people that's been proven to do a pretty good job of tiring out the human body."

"Oh," You sounded though your imaginary subtitle read 'I know where you're going you little piece of shit,' "Please enlighten me on this scientifically proven pass time."

"It goes by quite the catchy name actually," Soonyoung mused, "It's called sex."

"That does have a certain ring to," You agreed as a tug was suddenly applied to your waistband.

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

You made a sound that must have been miscommunicated as something along the lines of contemplation because Soonyoung peaked an eye open in interest. But instead your hands suddenly clasped around those that were attempting to slither past the barrier of your clothes, "Sorry love, I don't think sex can solve this problem."

"And why not?" Soonyoung pouted, clinging back to the grasp that was currently in the process of removing his own grip.

"Because we've been having sex since we got together and you still snore."

#seventeen scenarios #hoshi scenarios #hoshi #seventeen #soonyoung scenarios #writing #kpop scenarios #kpop drabble

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cherieye · 3 years ago

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As this video has gotten a ton of traction, I just plead everyone to please contact your representatives and senators, to put more pressure to help those fighting in Iran

here is a link with scripts already written for you

Here is the script for the email:

"To whom it may concern

The Iranian people have been protesting in support of freedom, human rights, minority rights, and women's rights to self-expression since September 16th. The Islamic Republic of Iran's (hereafter referred to as the regime) has responded with a deadly crackdown; using military artillery to kill hundreds of their citizens across Iran. Hundreds have been murdered and thousands arrested, tortured, or raped. This includes at least 60 children under the age of 17 who got killed in the last 3 months. The brutal crackdown on Iranian protesters has entered a whole new level. On December 8th, Mohsen Shekari, one of the imprisoned protestors, was executed without due process, having access to an independent lawyer and the chance to request an appeal. He is only one of the hundreds who are about to receive the death penalty by the regime. (More information about protestors who are sentenced to death. The regime officials have made it clear that they intend to execute several more to set an example. Innocent lives are being taken as scare tactics by a murderous regime and they will not stop unless they are forced to. Today can be the last day for Saman Seydi (aka Saman Yasin) and Mahan Sedarat if you do not do anything. Norbert Röttgen, Ye-One Rhie, Carlos Kasper, and Martin Diedenhofen, members of the German Bundestag, were announced to be political sponsors/advocates for a few of the arrested protesters who were sentenced to death. The support of politicians is enormously important. When elected representatives publicly stand up for a political prisoner, more attention is drawn to a fate. Their advocacy is picked up by the media and this publicity is protection for innocent detainees. We, Iranians, urge you to take prompt action to stop this massacre. This includes: Step forward for political sponsorships/advocacy for the imprisoned prisoners whose life is in grave danger. Publicly urging all countries to expel all the regime's diplomats and recall their ambassadors from Tehran. Impose immediate sanctions against Supreme Leader, Khamenei, as head of the regime and all entities associated with him and designate him as a terrorist entity. Asking the United Nations to take immediate action to respond to human rights violations against the innocent prisoners in Iran. We demand the UN experts to monitor the situation closely and call on authorities to engage special procedures to stop execution. Thank you for your time and attention to this timely sensitive matter."

refrences to add to the email

Iran: 28 people risk execution in relation to uprising - Amnesty International

PLEASE SEND, it only takes a few minutes

Please don't get distracted, listen to actual Iranian voices. This so called "misinformation" about the 14,000 to 15,000 prisoners being excicuted, (people that are also miners I might add) that is going around saying it's not true is just another way to distract you from what's happening in iran. The Islamic Regime has done multiple executions In their past, including not that long ago in 2019. Why would they hesitate to do it again once people stop paying attention to their crimes against humanity? The Regime wants you to forget about the voices in Iran, don't let that happen!

#signal #iran #free iran #help iran #important #spread #iran revolusion 2022 #iran protest #women life freedom #toomaj salehi #how to help iran #share #iran protests #prisons in iran

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tankun · 7 years ago

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'Ello. I've been recommended to ask you for yoonkook fics (I'm a sucker for this ship), so.. here I am! Lol. I was wondering if you knew of any No Smut with grumpy, kinda mean Yoongi (more like tsundere); not the shy, cutesy fics because I can't really see him being that soft. I hope my request isn't too much! Also, i hope you feel better ❤ best of wishes!

Hello, Anon! I’m amazed that someone recommended me (that wasn’t myself xD!) I’ll try my best for you! And I am also a huge sucker for the ship! It’s the only BTS ship I dabble in hehe~

Another Rep by vanillapeachesandcream ║ College AU ║ Gym AU ║ One-sided YoonSeok ║ Light Angst ║ Fluff ║ Strangers to Lovers ║No Smut ║

As Long As You’re With Me by serenemelodies ║ Coffee Shop AU ║ Phobias ║ Fluff ║ Strangers║No Smut ║

i’ll catch you by skswriting ║ Domestic AU ║ Dating ║ Sexual Flirting║Fluff ║No Smut ║

Begin by nochubiased ║ Slight HYYH AU ║ Light Angst ║ Slight Parental Abuse ║ No Smut║

Don’t Leave Me by iamkatlyn ║ HYYH AU ║ Confessions ║ Violence ║ Angst ║No Smut ║

The Railroad to Seoul by Omgitsnothing1 ║ Violinist Yoongi ║ Artist Jungkook ║ Strangers to More ║ Mentions Minor Character Death ║ Mentions Recovering Alcoholic ║ Mentions Depression ║ Angst ║No Smut ║

nothing lasts forever but wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night by Saranghae ║ Two-Shot ║ College AU ║ Past YoonMin ║ Depression ║ Making Out ║ Sexual Content ║ Intoxication ║ Alcohol ║ Refrenced Homophobia ║No Smut ║

Kitten Yoongi and CEO Jungkook by BBK ▪ I’m alone (but with you i’m not)║ Hybrid AU ║ Cat Hybrid Yoongi ║ CEO Jungkook ║ Light Angst ║ Fluff ║No Smut ║▪ Too Cute║ Hybrid AU ║ Cat Hybrid Yoongi ║ CEO Jungkook ║ Slight Daddy Kink ║ Clingy Yoongi ║ Light Angst ║ Fluff ║No Smut ║

I hope you like these! I’m not really sure how ‘tsundere’ works, but all of these fics are not necessarily Yoongi being mean, but instead he is just a little hard to get along with and Jungkook either finds it endearing or just deals with it. I hope that is alright with you, Anon!

#it was funny because i would think of a fic #but then remember it had smut #and curse everything xD #please let me know if this was what you were looking for!#there is bits where yoongi is cute/nice #but he still isnt the easiest person to get along with #i hope i did well ;~;#i tried my best #sugakookie #yoonkook #yoongi #jungkook #fanfiction #asks

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years ago

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We are the same; Bucky x teen reader

Alright guys like I promised here is request #2 that I received from an anon who wanted a Bucky barnes x teen reader. Now be warned there is hints of parental neglect, some swearing and it’s not a bad warning but the rest of the story goes into Bucky’s POV so I hope that’s alright with everyone and if not *shows you the door and gives u the boot* Also there’s STAR WARS refrences so I do NOT own SW or the Avengers, they belong to Disney/Marvel/Lucas Films. Anyways that’s all the warnings for now. Hope u all enjoy my lovelies ;)

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I didn’t know how it happened but it happened all so fast. I was sold to Hydra for drinking money by my own abusive parents and for years I was subjected to testing like an animal. No in fact I am an animal. Hydra wanted to combine human and animal DNA to create a monster that could take down an entire army and kill a thousand men.

My name is (y/n) and they call me Beast-girl, the ability to change into any animal alive or extinct. And my life was a living hell that I barely felt any life in my anymore.

Until they came.

Explosions came from outside the base, the alarms were blaring so loudly they made my sensitive ears bleed, and next thing I knew, I was taken by some of the scientists to be “terminated”. I was strapped to a table and given a paralyzing serum so that I couldn’t fight back then just before they gave me “the death” serum, the doors were busted open and a shield came flying in as well as guns firing.

As my vision was going in and out, I saw a man with dark brown hair and the deepest blue eyes standing over me trying to talk to me but thanks to the serum I could barely hear his voice. Then my vision went black due to hunger and dehydration.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a bed with needles in my arm. Thinking I was being drugged again, I tried to take them out but I was stopped by a metal hand and he assured me that these were good drugs to counteract the ones I’ve been given for years.

I knew who he was once I got a clearer picture of him. It was the Winter Soldier, the prized soldier that Hydra always spoke of. They hoped one day they could’ve had us work together that was until the fall at Washington DC and they lost their prized weapon.

He assured me that I was going to be alright and that I was safe now. That I was never going to go back to that horrible place again.

*Bucky’s POV*

It’s been over a month since we had saved (y/n) and I have been paying very careful attention to her. I was in the same spot as she was when Steve found me three years ago but poor (y/n) was acting even worse than I was. She always looked so frail, so fragile like a broken kitten.

As I read more on her file, it broke my heart even more to see that she had never been given a single bit of love in her entire life, not just from Hydra but her parents as well.

I mean who the hell would ever sell their child to an organization like Hydra for drinking money no less!? I hoped that those bastards drank themselves to death, if not then I’ll hunt them down myself and put them out myself.

Currently the rest of the team and I were just casually hanging around the living room watching some movie that I was barely paying attention to because I had seen (y/n) come down in the form of a cat trying to find something to eat. I watched as she turned back to her normal human form and saw her sneak into the cabinet and pull out a bag of chips that I’ve noticed she always goes to, assuming those are her favorite out of all the chip bags we have (and I kid you not, we have a shit ton of chips).

She then turned back into a cat and took off the opposite way back towards her room. I looked at her with empathy when I heard Sam’s voice say.

“Yo Vanilla Ice whatcha starin at?”

“(Y/n) came down just now”.

“And we missed it? Damn that girl is more of a ninja than you were” exclaimed Tony. I glared at him and Steve getting the message slapped Tony in the back of the head as well as Natasha for being offensive.

“This isn’t a joke Tony!” snapped Natasha. “What (y/n) has been through both before and during Hydra is no laughing matter, be thankful that your parents at least cared about you”. That got Tony to shut up then Steve turned to me and said.

“What are you thinking?” I sighed deeply and said.

“I don’t know”.

Later that night I was laying on my bed in my Brooklynn apartment, rattling my brain thinking on how I could start to break the ice with (y/n). I wanted to break the ice with her slowly because I know that suddenly coming onto her would traumatize her further and she doesn’t need that suffering anymore.

Suddenly an idea came to me.

The next day after going on my daily morning run with Steve and Chocolachino I was the only one left in the kitchen because I wanted to wait for (y/n) to come down which she always did whenever we came back and then would enter the kitchen as soon as we had our quick breakfast.

I then saw her hiding behind the wall of the kitchen but as soon as I turned around, she hide back further against the wall. I then took the soda can I had sitting out and as soon as I opened it, the fizz came spurting out like a volcano all over me as well as the counters and the floor. If this wouldn’t work then I’m gonna kill myself for it but I soon heard the sound of soft laughter coming from behind the wall.

It was (y/n). And she was laughing as well as smiling. Aww she had a cute laugh too, kinda reminds me of my sister Becky’s laugh in a way.

“Well now that we’ve managed to break the ice a bit why don’t you come over here and help me clean this up before Stark kills me”. She was hesitant at first but I assured her, “I won’t hurt you (y/n), I promised you that no one was ever gonna hurt you while you were here and I’m sticking to that, so come on come here”. Finally she stepped out from the shadows and cautiously walked towards me and I handed her a bunch of paper towels to help me clean up the kitchen.

Every day after that, I made it my soul mission to make (y/n) smile at least once a day. If not by making a fool of myself, then by pranking Sam or Scott which really got her laughing.

After trying to learn how to do some lightsaber moves with a bow staff and hitting myself a few times, I really got her giggling and I even got her to finally talk to me.

“Why do you do that?” Her voice was so quiet and shy anyone else who would’ve heard her, would’ve just brushed it off as the AC running but I didn’t. So I answered her.

“Do what?”

“Make those noises, that’s not what a bow staff is for”.

“I know, I was just pretending it was a Lightsaber”.

“A what?”

“A Lightsaber, Steve and I just saw the recent Star Wars movie for the fifth time and everytime I see those things light up…..ohh I get chills”. I looked at her and told her, “You haven’t seen any of the movies yet have you?” She looked down shamefully and I assured her, “It’s okay, hey how about we skip training for today and you and I have ourselves a Star Wars day hmm?”

“But…..but Natasha she’ll….”

“I’ll take care of Nat okay, I’m also one of your teachers and I say you need a day off, plus I could use another Star Wars movie buddy besides Steve, sometimes he still gets lost with it”. I then led her out of the gym and the two of us got comfortable in my room and we began to watch Star Wars from the very beginning starting with the originals.

Turns out (y/n) freakin LOVED it as much as I did. And she was a fast learner with all the facts about each character and just like Steve and I were, she was shocked at the fact that Vader was Luke’s father.

By the end of the week, I took her to see “The Last Jedi” and by the end of it, we came in talking all about it in the secret code of Droid talk. I would do my best impersonation of R2 and she did an amazing BB8 imitation.

As the weeks went by, (y/n) was beginning to come out of her shell more and more around me but she was still a little hesitant around the rest of the team which I still understood. At night, she would be screaming Bloody Mary due to Nightmares, but I was always the first one there to comfort her and bring her back to reality and not leave her side until morning.

I would then prepare her a good breakfast especially after a terrible nightmare because I knew having some comfort food after reliving the torture in your dreams can put so much weight on you and make you feel utterly miserable.

One day as she and I were watching “A New Hope” together and quoting some of the lines, Steve came in and said I was needed for an emergency meeting regarding (y/n). She looked at me and I told her to just keep watching the movie and that I would be back in five minutes. I then followed Steve downstairs to the meeting room and saw the entire Avengers all sitting around looking at me.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Well we’ve been noticing lately of how you and Lone Wolf have been getting along recently” stated Tony.

“You’re the only one who she seems to really like out of all of us, plus you’ve helped her in more ways than we ever could” said Natasha.

“We have come to a decision as a group that the best place for (y/n) isn’t with the Avengers, but with you Mr. Barnes” finished Vision. I looked at all of them and said.

“With me?”

“Yeah I mean you’ve gotten that girl to talk hell you got her to laugh the moment you got her alone with you with that soda can gag while the rest of us couldn’t get as much as a glance of her”. Stated Sam. Steve then came up to me and said.

“You and her both know what it’s like Buck. To be taken and twisted until you were what Hydra wanted you to be. Ever since she got here, I haven’t seen you this happy or determined to make a girl smile since your sister Rebecca”.

“Yeah….she reminds me of Becky every now and then” I stated with a soft smile.

“Both her and you are most happy around each other. You and her deserve each other, you draw strength from each other, you look out for her and I know that when she finds enough strength, she’ll do the same for you”.

“Thanks man, thank you all”.

“Take care of her Buck, and yourself as well”. I nodded to Steve then I took off back up the stairs to my room to see (y/n) still sitting there quoting the Princess Leia Obi-Wan message. I stayed hidden for a bit until she finished and knocked alerting her of my presence.

“Hey (n/n) can I talk to yah real quick?”

“Sure what is it?” I then sat down beside her and told her.

“Well what the guys wanted to talk to me about is that we’ve decided where you’ll be staying at. So how would you feel like coming to live with me in Brooklyn?” She looked at me shocked and said.

“Live with you?”

“Yes but the final decision is all up to you. You can stay here in the Tower with the rest of the team, or you can come live with me”. She looked at me and immediately hugged me tightly. I was shocked at first but I relaxed and held her in my arms.

“I want to live with you Bucky”.

“Then live with me you shall, we’ll move your stuff to my place first thing in the morning”. She cuddled into my chest and as the two of us continued watching Star Wars I heard her whisper as she was starting to fall asleep.

“I always wanted a brother”. I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead and said to her.

“I promise to be the best brother you’ve ever had”. I then held my sister in my arms until I too succumbed to the force that was sleep.

#avengers fandom #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x teen reader #bucky barnes fluff #avengers oneshot

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historybee-keeper · 8 years ago

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pequeño abejorro // lin x daughter!reader

summary: (just read the request) ↓

request: hi!!! I have a college audition coming up and it would be super radical if you could maybe do one where Lin is the reader’s father and she’s super nervous before her audition?? you can choose yourself whether to add angst by deciding if she got accepted or not. thank you!! -anon

warnings: fluffy clouds of fluff, anxiety, mentions of death and stillborn babies.

word count: 3,608 WOW

a/n: ooo another request! thank you! sorry for the wait. I just started my first year of high school and I’m still kinda getting used to it.

You sat at the piano in your room for hours, your fingers gently pressing down on the keys to create a nonsensical tune. It didn’t make you forget about tomorrow, but it at least calmed you down a bit. Your back hunched over and your hair sprang out in every direction.

Finally, you stopped, and your fingers hovered over the keys. You groaned loudly in annoyance from all the stressed and nervousness laid upon you, and banged your head on the keys, creating a broken, cacophonous sound.

“Ugh, I need alcohol,” You complained, you head still on the piano keys. You heard a chuckle from behind you, but you still kept your head down.

“How about a coquito instead,” Your father, Lin, said. You managed the strength and pulled you head up to see you dad turning the corner, the drink in his hand. He set it down carefully on the old piano that you grew up with, which happened to be the one Lin had grown up with also. Your eyes lit up at the sweet, coconut beverage that you loved.

“Does it actually have the rum in it this time?!” You asked with high hopes, grabbing the drink off the top of the piano. You really wanted to drink your anxiety away, but then again, you were only eighteen. You waited for him to answer the question before you took a sip.

“Nope!” He said just as enthusiastically, mocking your tone. Your shoulders dropped and you narrowed your eyes at him jokingly as you took a long sip, and to your disdain, tasting no alcohol mixed in with the coconut and cinnamon. You had already had your first taste of alcohol, however, your father was still in the unknown. Lin waved his hands for you to make room. You scooched to the side, the old seat creaking when you moved. Your dad sat down beside you and looked into your solemn eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re going to do amazing tomorrow!” Lin emphasized with his hands, throwing them up to the side. You took another sip and then set the drink down, the glass clanking on the wood. You sighed, thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow you were going to audition for college, your major being performing arts. You had practiced every single day for past month just to get it perfect and being super careful not to get sick or even worse, lose your voice. You performed your audition in front of the Hamilton cast, and they were completely blown away by the song choice, your voice, how you looked up on the stage, and how you portrayed yourself.

“I don’t know dad, what if I stutter? Or-or if I start late or too early?” You said nervously. You had always doubted yourself throughout your entire life. Your self-doubt made you miss out on so many opportunities. You put your head down and looked at the keyboard again.

“Mija! Don’t fret!” Lin cupped your chin, turning it up towards him. “You will make it in. I know you will, and if they see you the way I do when you’re up on that stage, then they’ll know too.” You smiled slightly, the corners of your lips turning upward. A single tear ran down your cheek. You closed your eyes as your dad rubbed his thumb across your face, wiping away the tear.

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s getting late.” You nodded your head in response. He stood up from the bench and went back around the corner to the rooms, getting ready for bed. He was right; you looked at the clock, which showed the time of twelve o’clock. You let out a long sigh and gathered the chewed pencils and scraps of paper that littered the top of the piano. Your eyes drooped down, practically screaming how exhausted you were.

You lazily walked over to the kitchen, placing your unfinished Coquito in the fridge. After that, you walked back over to your room.

Your room wasn’t huge, but big enough to hold the simple bed, bookshelf, and desk. The walls in your room were covered with posters from your favorite musicals and pictures of your many celebrity crushes (there may or may not be a small picture of Daveed Diggs posted on there somewhere). You didn’t even bother to turn on the light as you undressed, slipping into your pajamas in the dark. You flung yourself onto the bed face down, grumbling in exhaustion from the long and stressful day you’ve had. You heard your door creak open and footsteps nearing the side of the bed.

“Turn around so I can kiss you goodnight,” he chuckled, seeing the position you were in on the bed. You only turned your head, the rest of your body still lying front down on the mattress.

“Goodnight,” You mumbled, the sheets semi-muffling the sound of your voice. Lin bent over to the side and kissed the top your forehead, something that he had always done ever since you were a small child. He smiled at you as your eyes fluttered closed. “Te amo, mi pequeña abejorra,” He whispered. You smiled softly at the old nickname your father had also given to you when you were a toddler. The nickname derived from a time when you were fascinated with bees, intrigued with bee farms and even wanting to have pet bees of your own. You weren’t scared of them like Lin was.

“I love you too, Papa,” You said sweetly. Your dad walked back to the entry of the doorway and watched you thoughtfully as you fell asleep almost instantly. He finally closed the door and went to his own room, where each night he would think about what happened over the years that led him to this point.

He fiddled with his wedding ring as he remembered going home from the hospital with only you left to care for. Your mother had died from a hemorrhage at birth, and the last thing she saw was your small but beautiful face in her arms. It had been difficult raising a baby into childhood, as of course, he could not supply any milk, but his sister, Luz, had recently also given birth. Luz had become your mother figure and was able to give you her milk because sadly, her baby was stillborn. He remembers the sleepless nights he and Luz faced, and the endless cries for attention, even when he had already given you so much attention already.

Coming back from his reminiscing, Lin deeply sighed and got ready for bed also.

It seemed like only a moment past before you woke up, stretching and yawning while feeling the soft rays of the sun on your back. You hadn’t any nightmares the night before that could waver your confidence, which you wer quite thankful for. You got up and got ready for the day, taking extra time with your hair and clothing choice, making sure you looked presentable enough for your audition that was only hours away.

With your father being a morning person, you knew that he would already be up and ready, making breakfast. Surely your notion was correct, smelling the sugary smell of powderd sugar. You walked across the hall and into the kitchen, where sure enough your dad was standing front and center, placing Mallorcas onto a plate. Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he looked up and smiled widely, happy to see your face once again.

“Good Morning, (Y/n), if it isn’t the loveliest girl in the place,” He sang, refrencing his first musical, In The Heights. You sang along, singing the next verse. “You’ve got some sugar on your face.” You changed up a word, pointing to the powderd sugar in his beard. You thought about how your voice didn’t sound as bad as it usually sounded in the morning, which reminded you that you still needed to do vocal warm-ups, and essential part to obtaining your magnificant voice.

You quickly sat down on a bar stool, and Lin placed a plate full of Mallorcas, an eggy and sweet bread topped with powdered sugar, in front of you. It was a type of breakfast sandwhich that you loved, filled with egg, ham and cheese. You quickly dove in, taking your first bite and melting over how delicious it was.

“You ready for your audition?” Lin asked, sitting down beside you and beginning to eat. You swolled your food before speaking. “Physically, kinda. I have all of my sheet music ready and everything, but I just need to do some warm-ups. But Mentally, not at all.”

“You’ll do amazing, (Y/n). Never doubt yourself,” Lin assured, placing a arm around you and pulling you closer to him. He placed a light kiss onto your forehead, leaving some of the powered sugar that was on his lips. He let go, and you leaned back. Lin laughed when he saw the sugar.

“I got some sugar on your forehead,” He said, pointing at your forehead. You dusted the powdered, annoyed when you basically dusted it into your hair, making the hairs at the start of your hairline turn white.

“Aw, man, now it looks like I have white hairs like you,” You complained. Lin put his hand on his chest and gasped dramatically, feigning offense. “I am not old,” He retorted. You laughed.

You finished your breakfast and got up, putting your plate away and heading to your room to do your warm-ups.

You pulled up into a parking space in front of the theatre where auditions were being held. As you un-buckled your seatbelt, your last doubts ran through your mind. But you knew not to think like that, so you shook your head and took a deep breath. Lin looked at you and smiled, already feeling proud of you and what you’ve become.

As you walked through the front doors, your heart began to race. The theatre lobby was huge and so beautiful, the most magnificant theatre you had ever seen in your entire life. Even Lin was amazed, looking around at how ornate everything was. There was already a line, but it wasn’t too long. Showing up in public was always a havoc ever since Hamilton began. Everywhere you went, someone would always come up to your father and praise him, asking for a photo with him. It was rare that only a person would only wave, or smile, or make eye contact with him but not say anything. And it was very rare that someone would ever notice you or ask for your picture with them. But you strived to be just as succesfull as your father, so that one day you would praised like your father was. Per usual, when you got in line, your dad was approached by the usual fangirls and boys. It amazed you how through years of this happening to him every single day, he still treated them with love and respect, never getting annoyed with them. It was always so genuine when he conversed with them, never forcing a smile.

After a fifth fangirl left, Lin felt around in his pockets. You raised an eyebrow as he came to a realization. “Shit, I forgot my phone in the car. I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving you alone in the line. Like aways, no one came up to you asking you for your picture. You stood there alone for at least five minutes.

As you rolled your eye in annoyance, thinking about the fame of your father, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around and became face to face with a guy, who was just a bit taller than you.

“Are you Lin-Manuel Miranda’s daughter?” he asked. He had a deep voice, but it was more on the softer side. You rolled your eyes again. “I have a name you know,” You scoffed, looking him up and down. He was strongly built, with tan skin and deep brown eyes. You couldn’t help but admire his features.

“Well, then what is it?” He asked. You folded your arms and looked him in the eye. Something about him made your heart leap.

“(Y/n),” You finally said. He smiled, accomplished that he was able to get something out of you. His smile captivated you, and couldn’t help but match his smile. Your smile captivated him as well, almost making him fall in love with you right then and there.

“Well, (Y/n), could I get a picture with you?” He asked. You almost couldn’t process the simple question, mostly because the words had never been spoken to you before by a complete stranger. Before asking why, you went ahead and took the picture with him.

After you were done, you finally asked him, “Why did you want a picture with me? Wouldn’t you rather have a picture with the famous Lin Manuel Miranda instead?” You moved up a little bit, still facing him.

“Yes, but then when you’re famous, I can tell people that I’m best friends with the famous (Y/n) Miranda.” He put on a smirk.

“And how do you know that we’ll be the best of friends like you claim?” You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth turning upward a little. You moved up even more, him following suit, until you were the third person in line.

“I have a pretty good feeling that we will be.” You looked into his eyes, fully immersed in them. You finally smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind you ear.

“Well if we’re going to be friends, you’re going to need my number, right?” You said, taking your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, opening up your contacts and handing your phone to him. He smirked again, and took your phone.

When he was done, he gave you your phone back, and you read the contact name.

santi (your best friend ♡)

You laughed at the add-on that he put, but wondered about the first part. “Santi?” I questioned the nickname. You realized that you hadn’t know his name before now. He shrugged.

“Sangiato, actually, but I just go by Santi most of the time, unless you’re my mother and you’re yelling at me to clean the house,” He chuckled. Lin had finally entered the theatre lobby again after almost 10 minutes of trying to find his phone, until he finally realized that he left it at home on the kitchen table, and then another five minutes conversing with fans. As soon as he came up to the line, he looked for you, until finally he saw you, talking to another. At first he was happy that you were talking to someone else, until he realized that you were talking to a guy that was about your age. His father instincts emerged, and he strode towards you.

You laughed along with Santi, until you were interrupted by your dad coming up to you.

“We’re up next, mija,” He spoke, making sure to say it in a loud and clear tone. He turned you around and pushed you forward. You looked at the lady at the front desk and said your name. While the lady looked down at the list, trying to find your name, Lin turned around and looked at Santi, who was a little surprised by the sudden interruption. Lin raised an eyebrow at him, looking him up and down, almost scowling. Santi saw his observations, and simply smiled at the man. It wasn’t a smirk, or a develish smile, but a gentle one. One that was soft and kind. When Lin saw his smile, he was almost taken back by it. But because smiles to him were always contagious, he smiled back.

The lady finally found your name and gave you a number. Lin turned his head around, and smiled at the lady. You thanked her and began to walk towards the entrence of the actual theatre. Lin noticed you open the door and look back at the guy you were fraternizing with. He saw you blush as the guy smilled at you, which he had never seen you do before. In his heart, Lin knew that you really liked this guy, (besides the fact that you just met him) and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be a true friend to you, remembering the multiple times when you came home from school crying becasue your ‘friend’ left you, all because you couldn’t get her parents tickets to one of your dad’s shows. Even in your last years of high school, you had boys asking to date you so that they could get tickets for Hamilton and girls asking to be your friend just for braging rights.

You walked onto the stage, the sound of your heels echoing through the huge, empty theatre except for the directors that sat, waiting patiently for you to start. You took deep breaths as you walked to the center, your heart racing. You tried not to think of your dad, the person who you didn’t want to dissapoint. Your entire life you strived to make him proud, but what you didn’t know was that from the moment Lin held you in his arms, he was already proud of you. You closed your eyes and took a final deep breath.

When you opened your eyes, you smiled at them, building up your confidence. The spotlight above shone down on you, preventing you from seeing the directors, which you were thankful for. You introduced yourself, and began with your monolouge. Thankfully, you had remembered all of the words and spoke like you did when you practiced, becomming the character in the passage.

Then it came to your song. You were very happy with the song you chose, and you thought it perfectly displayed your voice, showing off your belt, your low notes, and even some of your high notes. The song you had chosen was very somber and dramatic, including notes that held so much emotion and power. You began to sing, closing your eyes and pretending like you were at home, putting all of your effort into it. You perfectly hit the right notes, matching your tempo with the tempo of the pianist. You didn’t blank, and your voice didn’t break.

When you closed with the long, high-noted ending, you stood there, almost crying tears of joy at how well you did. You immediately heard clapping, and you squinted your eyes, where you could slightly see the figures of the directors… standing up. You smiled, knowing that you had blown them away.

You bowed deeply, thanking them.

“How about we save you the wait and tell you that you’re definitely accepted,” One of the directors said. You put your hand over your mouth in shock. As you exited, you had to refrain form running off the stage as your excitement almost boiled over. Once you made it off-stage, you ran towards Lin, who was waiting for you backstage, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tightly. He hugged you back with as much power and whispered into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you my pequeño abejorro.”

The words hit you as soon as they were spoken from his mouth, and it made you cry even more. You both pulled apart, wiping the tears from your eyes. Before you began to speak, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around again and saw Santi, a huge smile on his face. Lins smile dropped as he saw how the guy had interrupted your conversation.

“(Y/n), you did marvelous out there!” He said with joy. Out of pure excitement and impulse, you hugged him also. Santi looked down at you, surprised by your sudden action, and looked up to Lin, who was scowling at him. He started to grow nervous, but eventually hugged you back lightly. You soon realized what you were doing and pulled away from him, embarrassment filling you. You turned to the side and moved out of the way, Lin and Santi now facing each other without you in between them.

“Dad, this is Santi.” You motioned to Santi, who took a step foward and put out his hand, waiting for Lin to shake it. Lin hesitantly reached out a hand, shaking Santi’s hand and noticing how firm of a grip he had, which he was actually impressed by.

“And Santi, this is my dad.” This time you motioned to Lin, who now pursed his lips.

“It’s a great pleasure to meet you, sir,” Santi said, a smile on his face. Guessing by his name, Lin figured that he was Latino, in which he challenged him, switching to his Spanish tongue.

“Igualemente, Santiago,” He said, using his full first name. Noticing the language change, Santi also switched into his Spanish tongue.

“Su hija es muy talentosa. Ella es muy afortunada de tenerte como padre.” He responded, which made Lin smile. You looked up at Santi, smiling. You kept eye contact with him, looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Dad, this is my best friend.” You said. He broke into a grin, showing his perfect teeth.

Lin smiled, looking between the two of you. He thought about how this guy that you adored would change your life for the better, and he knew that you knew also. In that moment, he knew that both of you and had fallen in love with each other, and it was just a matter of time before he would become yours forever.

“I’m glad, mi pequeño abejorro.”

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Mortal Immortal (14/31) - August 14 - Avengers x Reader

Words: 1434 Pairing: Avengers x (f)Reader Characters: Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Mentions Pepper Potts Warnings: swearing maybe Chapter Summary: Being stuck in bed is boring, so why not sleep it off if you can't do anything? But of course, your dreams only show memories from your past- this time, how you met Tony Stark. Author’s Note: This and the next few chapters are some of my favorites to have written for this. Did you see my "Flashbacks? Do you mean a one-shot in a series?" post? It was refrencing this and maaaaybe some other chapters as well. I love Tony Stark. The end.

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Like yesterday, you were still stuck in bed. Bruce was unable to figure out your health patterns, and needed you to still be calm so he could try his hardest. However, unlike yesterday, you were feeling much weaker. As well as, it was a much busier day, meaning no one really came by to see you. Sure, in the morning Tony stopped by with Peter before they went to work on random things.

You figured if Bruce wanted you to stay in bed and you were feeling worse, maybe a nap would help. The fatigue effects from the Silver Shadow came at random times, so this must have been one of the times. And of course, since Tony was one of the only people you had seen before sleeping, he was clear in your mind.

You smiled wide when you watched the press conference Tony Stark held. "I am Iron Man," He spoke, getting all of the reporters to jump up and shout.

You knew he would amount to big things, and to hear he steered his company away from weapons made you happy. After hearing the death of your dear friend Howard, you knew it would be hard to approach Tony.

You were going to visit him as soon as you heard the Iron Man news, but figured it would be best to give him space. He would be bombarded with news and reporters and everyone trying to get to him, not to mention villains were around every corner. Of course, you take care of the small thieves you catch in whatever city you are in, while it seems Iron Man deals with more world threats. Which is why it would be smarter to join forces with Tony Stark- your powers should be used for something bigger than robbers, you could help Tony protect the entire world.

Finally, after nearly two years, you deemed it time to officially meet Tony. He had been revamping his company, not to mention working on Iron Man. You have been busy as well, traveling around the world working with an undeveloped part of the government.

Tony has passed Stark Industries over to Pepper Potts, and Pepper now has an assistant. "I'm here for an appointment with Tony Stark. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I scheduled it a few weeks ago."

The receptionist looked at her computer and nodded. "It seems you do. I'll alert him."

Only a few minutes later you headed up the elevator with a man. "Happy Hogan, correct?" You asked, and he nodded, a little uncomfortable. "Hi, I'm (Y/N) (L/N), it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Of course, you too, Miss (L/N)," The elevator stopped and Happy let you exit before he closed it again. You smiled wide when you saw Tony and walked up to him with as much confidence you could muster up.

You sat down across from Tony and reached out to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm (Y/N) (L/N)," You smiled. "I have an...interesting proposition for you," You told him, unsure how he would respond.

"What do you mean?"

"I, this is going to sound weird, I worked with your father back during the Second World War," You told Tony. He seemed very disbelieving, like you expected. He looked you up and down and furrowed his eyebrows.

"That's impossible. Most of the people who worked with my father back then are much older than you, or dead," Tony retorted. "You barely look twenty-five."

You weren't sure how to explain this, but your sass took over. "See, that's where you're wrong. I'm much older than twenty-five, but thank you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm over 1800 years old, Tony, I'm immortal. Hence how I worked with your father, and how I appear to be merely twenty-five. It's hard to understand, and it's hard to explain. But I didn't come here just because I worked with your father, I wanted to ask about working with you- to defend the world when needed," You rambled on.

Tony sat still, staring at you in disbelief. "Look, this was great. It was a good laugh, but Miss (L/N), I do not have time for silly games. I'll have Happy show you out, thank you for stopping by," Tony ushered you out, not even giving you a chance to explain yourself.

Before you knew it, you were back to standing on the sidewalk with your arms crossed. "Fine- you want proof, proof you'll get," You rolled your eyes. You looked around for anything that could help- coming across a TV playing news, showing Tony in his Iron Man suit, flying. With quick thinking, you mimicked Tony's flight and flew outside to the floor you were previously on. Seeing Tony typing on a computer, you tapped on the glass with a smirk evident on your face.

Tony turned around to have his face turn from frustration to confusion. "What the hell?" He mumbled, and you sarcastically waved. He rushed over to the window and pushed it open for you to allow yourself inside.

"Good thing you did that because I wasn't sure how long I could have held that flight. Strange powers, and all," You shrugged. "Will you listen to me now?"

Tony nodded, actually intrigued now. You began to explain your power, the best way you could. "I can change my age, all right? That's how I look like this, and I can easily turn to be seventy-two," You paused and your age drastically changed, "Like that," And you turned back. You then explained quickly how your power resembles Darwin's theory and you can mimic another's power for a limited amount of time. Tony didn't know what to think, but he was all for working with you.

"I'll be honest, I don't know why you came to me. I don't have a team or anything, it's just me fighting off things when they come my way-"

You shrugged. "I wanted to make myself known. If you ever need help, you can call me. If I need help, can I count on you? We never know what could be coming, so we should start banding together before it's too late- right?" You offered a smile.

Tony was going to reply, but there was a knock at the door that cut him off. "Miss Rushman, not right now."

"This is by request of Pepper, Mr. Stark, it's extremely important," The door pushed open and your face lit up when you saw who walked through.

"Natasha!" You squealed. "It's been years!" You ran over and engulfed her in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Me? I could be asking you the same thing!" Natasha replied. Tony stood at his desk, watching the interaction with complete confusion washed over his face. She leaned in and whispered to you, just so Tony couldn't hear. "Fury sent me on a mission to investigate him for the program. That's why I'm here," She told you. "And you?"

You looked back at Tony and laughed lightly. "Trying to get him to work with me. I've done so much in this world that I'm almost sure something bad is going to happen before long. I can count on you and Clint to be there right behind me, right?"

"Of course, (Y/N)," Natasha nodded. "Now, I really need to get Mr. Stark to sign these papers for Pepper..." Natasha dragged on and walked over to Tony. "We'll have to catch up later."

Tony signed the papers without a word to "Natalie." He watched carefully as she walked out of the room and said her goodbyes to you. "You know, (Y/N), maybe you should stick around for a while."

Little did Tony know you two would grow to be best friends. You helped him when Aldrich Killian and the Mandarin threatened him, and any petty little problems. You began to work with SHIELD much more when Natasha and Nick Fury confronted Tony about the initiative for the Avengers. You got very involved with SHIELD, much more than Tony did in the beginning, it was something for you to put your focus on. You grew close with Clint and even more so with Natasha.

Tony not believing you was probably the best thing to happen to you.

Finally, the memory-dream faded to black and you fell asleep with no disruptions. Bruce monitored everything, and it was much easier when you were calmer and sleeping. He wasn't worried at first, but was much more worried when you slept nearly all day.

Maybe that's what you needed, though. Maybe you needed rest to bring your health back up.

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