#Sorry if this was bad I'm writing this with a minor concussion

[starwrighter]

The first out of three prompts I'm throwing out this month

Featuring my favorite trope of de aging the ghost boy for trauma and angst purposes :D

Okay! So Danny gets captured by the G.I.W or the Fenton's he's experimented on until his body can no longer take it and he retreats back into his core. Since he is still in the G.I.W's/ the Fenton's lab this doesn't exactly help him escape. With Sadistic Joy the G.I.W/ Fenton's start experimenting with Danny's core. They don't manage to break his core fortunately (whether it be because halfa cores are hard to break or the sheer powerhouse that is Danny you decide!)

Danny reforms before they could figure out how to use his core as a weapon and this causes some side effects. Both halves of him were balanced with each other, instincts clicked into place. New organs and features of his body worked perfectly with his newly enhanced human ones. Only problem with this was that he was now a baby. A literal baby like a little under a year old! And worse news he was still in the lab, his memorys blurry and his thinking process babyfied. He didn't know much about the people keeping him captive right now but he knew they hurt him and he wanted out.

The G.I.W/ Fenton's are furious that Danny reformed before they could create the perfect weapon and are now trying to make him retreat back into his core yet again. They do their worst but do to Danny's new balanced forms He. Does. Not. Give. Danny doesn't retreat back into his core he's unable to; his body healing the damage faster than they could deal it. Eventually they decided they'd kill Danny again the same way he died the first time.

They put the now officially 1yo halfa into the portal chamber. He's cuffed and muzzled to keep him from escaping or making any of those ghostly chirps, clicks, and warbles at them. (They think Danny is threatening them but he's just showing distress and calling for an adult to help him)

They quickly turn the portal off and on again with Danny inside but when they look into the chamber there's no Phantom or ghost core.

The portal didn't kill him though. No, it blasted the infant through the infinite realms so fast he clips into a different universe and crashes directly into Bruce Wayne's living room.

The batfam are very startled because they were just having a movie night, they even got Jason to show up! Now they're trying to coax a terrified baby out from under a piece of furniture so they can get the cuffs and muzzle off him.

Everyone's gone from laughing and cringing from embarrassment from the stupid movie made about their vigilante persona's to being concerned, sad, and angry on behalf of their unexpected guest.

Damian leaves the room for a second and returns with a stuffed animal from his room, offering it to the baby. The baby doesn't have the free hands to grab it but crawls out to reach for it. Damian takes the opportunity to scoop the little boy up and removing muzzle and cuffs.

Danny immediately let's out an avalanche of repressed chirps and trills, excited to be free from his chains and happy with the toy he was given. Danny decides the angry child is okay, he didn't know about the bigger people though.

The entire fam has already decided he's theirs now and they're going to destroy whoever had the balls to do something like this to a child.

(Damian would make a great older brother and you can fight me on this! >:(

[mikeysbabygirl]

Hey sweetie, can I please request a Wakasa x reader with the grumpy x sunshine troupe??

I found your tumbrl yesterday and I just looove your writing. 💕💕

Wicked games

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. A LOT OF SEXUAL TENSION , nicknames, smut, kinda daddy kink cause Waka is daddy <3 okay I'm cringe

Synopsis : when something unexpected happened, Benkei couldn't train you and Wakasa had to be your coach for the day, would your two opposite personalities get along ?

Note : guess you meant Wakasa to be the grumpy right ? And thanks for your compliment 🖤

Please, it's the first time I write a " sunshine " character, IT'S SO HARD PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT ANON

-" Fuck you ! "

Good thing, you had good reflexes. Whatever was that fight or flight, thanks heaven, you bent the knees in the nick of time to avoid the stiletto piercing the air flying your way.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened wide, finally stood up when you heard the shoes hitting the wall behind you and falling to the ground.

-" I'm always so welcomed here " you sarcastically declared, earning the attention of everyone in the gym, well, everyone namely the unknown girl who was within a hairsbreadth of giving you a concussion, Benkei, Senju and no other than Wakasa Imaushi, who by chance happened to be standing next to the door you just took to enter the gym.

You could feel his jaded gaze on you, as well as the sorry one of your coach and Senju. The girl however seemed to stare next to where you were standing , only then a light flickered in your thoughts and you understood the stiletto as well as the delightful welcoming was not directed toward you.

-" Sorry kid, you okay ?" Benkei inquired, getting closer to your smaller body to check if you have been hurt, you flashed him your usual bright smile.

-" I'm all fine, maybe a little bit curious, what's the tea ?"

Arashi contained a smile, he should have expected it, nothing more than your usual cheerfulness despite almost receiving a stiletto in face as soon as you came for your usual workout. That was mainly one of the reasons why the two of you went from being a coach and his rookie to being friends in a short period of time, the fact that no matter how bad the situation was, everything suddenly seemed lighter whenever you were around.

-" Oh nothing more than this asshole being the dumbest guy I dated !"

Your eyes drifted from Arashi toward the unknown girl, who spoke while glaring at the man standing few feets next to you. You turned your head toward him and he did the same, immediately your lips curled in a Colgate smile, his exasperation soared at the same time.

That smile, that damn smile.

Needless to say Arashi's eyes were already glued on your face, while you cluelessly teased Wakasa silently. He hated you, you were well aware of it. From the first time you walked into that gym, he had hated your mannerisms, the ease with which you hogged everyone's attention, the nonchalance with which you greeted his dark looks, and the fact that you seemed to revel in his hostility toward you.

He had known a lot of girls in his life, but you... You were everything he despised the most in the world, he always saw more behind your constant good mood and your pleasant character, he was convinced that you lured everyone else into a vice of pleasant person to achieve your ends.

And God, you were good. From the top of your early twenties, you were able to lead men of your age and even older by the fingertips, with a blink of an eye or a big smile, the pull-up bar that has been busy since hours was suddenly empty for you to use, and suddenly the men that were waiting for their turn to use it, were only there to time you or show you the right way to do the movement, while you converse in an enthusiastic voice.

-" It's about time you understood someone with such a hairstyle can't be mentally stable ".

While Wakasa ignored you and leaned against the wall, staring at his ex fling, the latter threw a death glare toward you, you suddenly winced and peered at Senju.

-" Oh... Too soon ?"

- "definitely " Senju who happened to be an acquaintance from the gym too, laughed under her breath while leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. She was the closest person to your generation there, you really liked her and sometimes wondered how a person like her managed to be friends with someone like him.

-" you know what, Kim ?" Arashi stood between the girl who was approaching what was probably her ex, and Wakasa, raising his hands in front to get her attention, you contained your smile because of how he seemed like walking on eggshells.

-" Lemme give you a ride home, sounds good ? It's late, you're prolly tired".

-" And crazy " Senju sang slightly under her breath, the girl ignored her and kept her eyes on her ex, who was nonchalantly leaning against the wall with crossed arms, giving her an empty stare, determined to not be the one who breaks the eye contact.

Suddenly you realized what was happening, your eyes widened and a gasp of surprise escaped from your mouth, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Wakasa who rolled his eyes.

-" Wait, Are we all just gonna sit there and ignore the fact that I missed a nap and came here for nothing ?"

Benkei wore a confused and sorry expression, Senju winced slightly and you gasped from indignation. It had been a tiring day, you'd had classes at the university all morning and worked in the afternoon, all you'd dreamed of was your cozy mattress and yet you'd forced yourself to join your coach because today's session was by far the best of the week, all of this to hear that he was about to leave?

-" good so you'd know the world does not always revolve around you" Wakasa spoke for the first time, you turned toward him frowning and eyed his neutral expression.

-" nobody asked about my opinion when you and her were breaking each other's back, why I gotta pay the piper now?"

-" Hey look" Benkei turned toward you and gave you a little smile, something about your lowered eyebrows, pouting mouth and big bright eyes weighed on his stomach, Wakasa saw his friend's face softening like it never did and scoffed silently.

-" I'll make it up to you, I promise, but for now... She will end up hurting herself trying to hurt him. " Benkei whispered the last part, peering at Kim and Senju who, standing behind him went out of her way convincing the girl not to throw her second shoe toward her ex, then at the man few feets next to you who seemed to not care the least about anything that was happening.

Sighing, you watched the angry tears slip away from her eyes and wondered slightly what could he possibly have done to get her acting this way, you knew he was a playboy and he had the looks, she probably was another notch in his belt. Internally you felt sorry for her, and reluctantly, you met Benkei's eyes in an understanding smile and nodded.

-" great ! You're the best. Kim, shall we go ? " He turned toward the latter and started forcing her to walk out of the gym, therefore only you three were left , the next minutes.

-" they're getting bolder" Senju started, taking her sport bag laying next to the boxing ring. " From blowing up your phone to coming here".

-" She knew what she was getting into ".

Squinting your eyes, you couldn't believe he was acting so cold toward someone who was on the verge of crying because of him. Speaking of the devil, he caught your glare on him and raised an eyebrow at you, as if he didn't knew that what he was doing was wrong.

You cracked one of your best smiles in his direction, and were pleased to see his expression darken. In truth, you had no idea what he had against you, but from the beginning he had not been pleasant in your presence and had not treated you like any other customer, he probably hated your cheerful nature which made you happy to display it in front of him every time.

Gross, he thought and looked away. Loath was more than just a word, it was palpable everytime you were around, with every word you spoke in your perky timbre of voice, and in his guts after the slightest glimpse at your wide-eyed gaze.

-" That's all well and good but in the meantime I'm left without a coach ".

Serves you right, was what his glance expressed toward you. You ignored him and gave all of your attention to the shorter girl who made her way toward you.

-" Maybe Benkei will return soon? " She had a sorry face, you flashed another smile toward her to let her know it was all well.

-" Don't think so, look it's already late-"

-" we're closing in ten minutes. "

-" Waka ! " Senju roasted him, that one shrugged, straightened and passed by her, making his way to the ring. " It's mainly because of you that Benkei had to leave. If it was someone else, you would've took over !"

He slipped under the ropes of the ring, ignoring her statement. Relevant to say the customer is top one priority, usually, he would not have minded taking over for Benkei, he had nothing to do anyway. However, when that same customer was proven able to stir his guts by their meer sight, the priorities suddenly changed and the only one in sight was to get as far as possible from where you were standing.

-" It's okay, Senju. Really " you shook your head and placed your duffel bag back on your shoulder. " I'd rather wait 'til next week than to be coached by the wild cat ".

The temperature inside the gym dropped suddenly, Senju gripped her bag's strap, eyeing the older guy who didn't turned but gave a side eye glare which without lying gave you the chills, added to the silence around.

-" Just a mistake, white leopard, she meant " a nervous laugh escaped the Kawaragi's mouth, you maintained your eyes on his side glance however, lips curled.

-" whatever bites, grrrr."

She contained another smile, both your attentions were drawn to the purple haired man as he turned and placed his elbows on the rope, a fresh lollipop between his lips.

-" We all know why she prefers Benkei anyway".

His tone was more condescending than usual, you frowned as much as Senju who started to feel the tension rising.

Intrigued, you approached the ring until you were at the level of the ropes, raised your head to meet his eyes which were sizing you up and tilted your head with a smile.

-" would you elaborate on this , Imaushi ?"

He swore it was the same last name he would not stop hearing since he first opened his eyes to the world, why would it sound any different now ?

And about your eyes on his, was it because you were so close or was the color always this striking? Was it because of that sinless smile that you had everyone in your pocket that easily ?

He leaned over the ropes a little more, until a blonde hair lock brushed against your nose that you wrinkled, shaking your head quickly, the gesture itself was strangely warming the cold shoulder he gave you, strangely.

-" Dude goes as easy on you as with an eggshell " he shrugged in front of your raised eyebrows and parted mouth, it was said now, he always saw how Benkei used a softer tone with you, he didn't put even half his strength into his attacks and removed the weights from the bars for you, despicable.

-" Okay wow guys I think, I maybe... Should leave you to it" Senju chose the wisest option perceiving you pulling your head slightly back and something flickering in your eyes that even him didn't missed.

She gave a last warning glance toward him.

Don't push it too far.

He barely glanced at her.

My business.

Even you barely turned to look at her when she called your name.

-" Enjoy your workout !" She waved a quick goodbye at you before slipping outside the gym, anxious not to get caught up in whatever she knew would soon explode between the two of you. she knew the reluctance of her friend toward you and was aware of the pleasure you took in pushing him to his limit.

He waited for an answer but all you have done was so barely give him enough time to straighten his back before slipping under the ropes of the ring, finding yourself thus in front of him with your bodies almost pressed against each other.

-" You know what's uglier than you ? " He inquired, discreetly swallowing his breath watching you tilting your head and licking your smiling lips. " You from this close ".

Then, when he heard your laughter, he knew he didn't want that one around him anymore. No matter how electric the atmosphere between you two was, it lightened it a little, why were you laughing ? Weren't you supposed to be offended ?

Be that as it may, you were not the shade of slighted by his statement, actually, you were even entertained.

-" You know what is even uglier than a zebra ? A 27 with a zebra hairstyle. "

Not the least moved, he lifted his head and eyed you from head to toe.

-" Why are you even here ?"

You knew what he meant, but as always, you were in the mood of beating around the bush.

-" I believe at some point my mom forgot her pills... "

He deadpanned, judging the smirk curling your lips.

-" C'mon, it was funny " you scratched the back of your neck.

-" no, it was not. "

-" yes it was " you sang in a melodious tone that almost gave him a stomach ache. " You would've laughed if Satan didn't left your soul behind, bringing you back from hell".

The silent treatment, ignoring you was his best way everytime you started ranting, if you were some fire, he would be the one to turn it off.

-" Back off, and go home. "

It was the best, it was getting late and he was absolutely not in the mood to deal with your energy excess. Instead of answering, or backing off, you kept your gaze on his so close eyes from yours while pulling your shirt over your head, watching his eyes widening slightly.

May the world give him a small break to figure out exactly when did you turned so... Eye-catching in your cobalt blue sport bra ?

When did you started smelling as fruits and Gardenia? By god you had to back off, the perfume was thrilling, making his body beg him for more.

Your face was a painting and your emotions the artist, since when did it start to turn captivating, to watch and note the life in your features ?

-" You said Benkei takes it easy on me. " You pulled your hair up in a quick bun, his eyes trailed down the few hair locks falling from it, before he had to go back to your face when his gaze fell on the hollow of your strapped bra, what had overwhelmed him at that moment would remain a secret that he would carry with him to his grave.

-" so, teach me. "

-" I said back off-"

-" Teach me " you got closer when he tried stepping back, he stared impassively at your face, so you wanted him to be your coach now, suddenly?

-" What's in it for me, princess ?"

of contempt, this nickname was soaked only in contempt. Looking you up and down, reminding you that you were clearly only on the level of a useless princess next to him.

-" You'll get your hatred out on me " and you would get to see how he was willing to teach you, if he thought Benkei was not doing the things in the right way, maybe deep inside, you knew that one was taking it easy on you...

He seemed to be in deep thought, although his expression showed nothing. He was weighing the pros and cons, maybe putting you in your place would be the best way to get that unbearable smile off your face?

-" Go down on me, Imaushi. "

-" Don't say it like this... " Through gritted teeth, what he was feeling had no place in a gym, the heat was rising in him when he didn't even started to move.

You frowned, god's sake, were you really that oblivious ? There was nothing more than usual in your hopeful face, could you be that oblivious ?

-" Go 'head, ruin me ".

Majestic velocity, a leopard in all its greatness.

In a split second, you were laying down, a cramp aching in your knee. You pulled that one against your chest and frowned, looking at him as he stood on top of you.

-" First lesson, never get this close to your opponent".

It was unhealthy, but seeing you on the ground that way, no smile in your face, frowning and breathing fastly had something refreshing, or rather extremely burning.

-" didn't took too much to convince you " you sat up and offered him your hand so he could help you to stand up. He eyed that one about two seconds before taking it, noting the warmth of your skin before pulling you up abruptly, only when you went to pull your hand away, a stretching ache coursed through your arm, he held it behind your back and bent you down, pressing your wrist.

-" Shit... You're going feral " you tried to laugh in an interrupted breath when he stretched your arm a little more, getting a hiss of pain from you.

-" you trust the opponent?" He ran his gaze down your exposed neck, back, and stopped right before reaching your hips, he could feel you resisting his grip, it was wrong, he could break your wrist anytime he wanted to, this way. Benkei has been doing an awful job.

He let go of your hand suddenly, sucking on his lollipop while watching you steadying yourself right in time to not fall to the ground.

And when you turned to face him, fists Infront of your face, you were smiling slightly again, he frowned and cracked his neck.

A small lapse of time where he allowed himself to note how fascinating it was to watch your chest rise and fall with each interspersed breath, your reddening cheeks and parted lips were worth a single lost heart beat, just one.

-" tired already ? " He made two steps toward you, containing his smirk as you held your fists closer to your face. " Want me to slow down, princess ?"

Don't say it like this, you wanted to say to his pretty face, but you would rather die than make it awkward this way, from your mouth, you were sure it wouldn't sound as sexy as it was from his.

-" Have no mercy on me " your lips stretched playfully, against all odds, you could have sworn you have seen the corner of his mouth twitching, yet the next second you dodged one of his kicks by jumping to the side.

-" You're boring me... " He literally yawned, flying another kick toward you that you've had more trouble to dodge than the first time.

You rested your back against the ropes, panting heavily, watching as he turned toward you with an impassive face.

-" uh-huh, missed the goal of my life ".

A " tsk " left his mouth in a mocking manner, it was pathetic that you kept the good-nature but had trouble keeping your own breath.

- " weren't you like supposed to close in ten minutes ? " You inquired, aiming a blow at his stomach, he dodged your first attack effortlessly then kicked your ankle, luckily it was not as strong as to make you fall down though it stole a pretty whimper from your lips.

-" this shit's more satisfying than sleep itself" he admitted, you left the ropes he was about to cage you against, then both engaged in a slow dance around each other, examining carefully every step the other took.

-" So charming " your sarcastic closed-eyes smile expressed. " You definitely know how you talk to a girl, are you a rainstorm, Imaushi ? Because I'm soaked ".

-" Oh shut the fuck up ".

Your foot flew to his side, and you were proud it brushed against his ribs at least before he locked it between his left arm and side. You quickly put all your weight on the other foot while trying to reach for the ropes to steady your body, but God were they far.

-" Now tell me, how'd you get away with this?"

Your breath was stolen from your lungs, his hand around your ankle slid stealthily and pulled on your thigh, you gasped, watched your hands helplessly collapsing against his torso to stop your face in a nick of time to crash against his.

-" This... " Your mouth opened wide, brows furrowed and glossy eyes, his purple eyes smoldered, now that face had definitely not a place in a gym.

From this close, he could see the color of your eyes darken in a thin circle around your dilated pupils, watch you bite your lip trying not to show your pain, your chest jerking with each jerky breath.

By what miracle had the night, or perhaps adrenaline, made you so bewitching when only a few days earlier, you were a plague to avoid ?

-" You're... "

-" Hm ?"

A thousand shades of poison, was Wakasa Imaushi's fragrance seeping through your nostrils. Features like an ocean, pushing you, pulling you back, those amethyst hues cluelessly enchanting you while they stared at you sucking your lower lip in a frown.

Those lips had their magnetism, pulling his gaze ever so effortlessly.

-" You're hurtin' me... "

Uncomfortable, rather than painful, were his fingers digging deeper in the skin of your thighs. The ache coursed through your core in a burning circuit, ashes of his fingertips had your body secretly begging for more...

-" Yeah ? Bet it hurts good, princess".

How would it look, to any passerby to catch his look trailing down your lips, the grip of his hand around your skin, could they feel the pressure he was engulfed into ? Deafening until his ears were ringing, as if diving meters under the surface, he never felt so lightheaded.

It was a risky move, yet it was the only exit your body had considered. The one leg that carried your weight suddenly swung out to hit his stomach, using the force by which you were propelled backwards to push him as far as possible.

As his eyes widened, his back slammed against the ring ropes, your body gave way to the lack of support and fell backwards until your back was pressed against the tarp covering the floor.

Your lips curled, triumphant and proud, you leaned on your elbows, and helplessly your smile faded.

There, standing in front of you, tall, impressive, glare dark as the thoughts running in his head, rolling up his sleeves with a lifted head. It was not that you felt small, you were small, under the imposing, almighty white leopard.

Sizing you up, preying on you, a hortensia cage was agonizingly slow closing around you.

Wakasa watched your throat bobbing lightly while you gulped down, as he made a step toward your laying body, his shade covered your shape, and like a cloud he overshadowed your brightness, watching your smile faltering and drinking in the exquisite wide-eyed gaze you scanned his body with.

Toxic was the word for that succulent pleasure of extinguishing the candle you were.

-" Sunshine can storm, I see ".

You ignored his statement, forced yourself out of your lost stare and got up, quickly putting your fists back in front of your face.

-" was my kick strong enough, Imaushi ?"

You stared turning around him, while he stood right there, sucking his sweet and following you out of the corner of his eye.

-" Should eat more proteins. Maybe you'd have more muscles and less... Rainbows ".

You stopped your walk around him for a second, tilting your head to the side in a questioning look.

-" Rainbows ?"

-" hm " he confirmed, cracking his joints, you winced. " Y'always smiling and laughing, makes me wanna throw up ".

- " Oh... " You startled when he turned to face you, starting to get closer and somehow you felt caged. " So what you're saying is, my light is blinding you ?" You tried to joke, only to earn a cold dull glance.

-" What the hell do you even eat for breakfast?"

-" Guys like you ". You smiled, his stomach got crushed by a lump. Were you always this... Flirtatious ?

A land away from denial, Wakasa stole a secret second to wonder, was hatred supposed to crush one's soul this way ? Was contempt such a suffocating prison, that he knew every specific crease in your face when you smiled? What in this world or another, stronger than the loath could make your sight and scent so intoxicating?

- " saying that Benkei is easy on me " you scoffed, slipping between him and the ropes to avoid getting trapped. " You're not doing much either, I'm not even sweating".

Funny how sometimes, your heart doesn't need eyes. It stumbled on its own heart beats, perceiving a slight wind whistle, a fragment of a second that was enough for him to move behind you, block your arm behind your back and have his hand around your neck.

Pressed against your back, a hair lock of him tickled your neck that way you knew just how close he was, his breath hit your ear, a stern tone of voice ignited a fire inside you.

-" If I wanted you knocked out, you'd already be laid by now".

Despite his grip around your neck, and the stretch in your arm, you turned your head to your side and were caged in a lavender ocean, the stick of that damn lollipop meer inches away from your lips.

-" maybe I wouldn't mind... " He gulped down discreetly, eyes falling on your moving lips. " Getting laid by you"

-" Love, I'd die to take you, but those pretty legs 'f yours wouldn't be able to stand ".

- " Wait- you found something pretty about me ?"

A snort left his mouth, looking more as a breath as he pulled that lollipop out of his glistening lips in a loud pop.

His heart beats were a pretty mess when you would stare at him with dilated pupils, and at no time had he seen the rubber band around your hair fall, yet his eyes could not leave their view cascading around your face now. And he thought, maybe loathing wasn't as a bad thing, for he craved the destructive madness eating him alive as he looked at you, something a huge number of women and fights failed to provide.

-" I fucking hate it, and you" the sweet taste spread on your lower lip, his bored glance followed the wet trail the lollipop left on it. " But I can't find it in me to not find you deathly pretty ".

You stiffened, it was hard to believe it was Wakasa Imaushi's words, and in a frown, you whimpered when the sweet slipped between your lips. Despite finding it strange, you let yourself getting lost in his stare while twirling your tongue around it, caught his breath hitching in his breath the slightest bit when you began sucking on it.

-" Just so you know" he started, you felt the stretch around your arm loosening, then you gasped when as effortlessly, he turned your body to face him completely now. " This doesn't change anything, I still hate you ".

-" What-"

Your words were buried suddenly in his lips, the lollipop long forgotten thrown somewhere in the room. Your eyes widened as he closed his, placing his hands around your hips and pulling you closer, he needed you closer.

At some point, he tasted the sweet defeat on your lips and understood the war he has been leading was not against you, rather against urges full of you inside him. As, his darkest desire got undressed suddenly, appearing raw and in an instantaneous way soon as you moved your lips against his.

All restraints fell to the ground not in a loud crash but in a grunt he left in your mouth when your hands flew to his hair, grabbing his locks. No matter how cold the night outside was, a fire, a chimney animated you both.

You pulled away, out of breath and the corner of your lips slightly raised, still with a frown.

-" the hell ?"

-" Don't know " he shrugged, hands falling on your thighs. " 's this okay ?"

Was it okay ? You wondered. Truth is you would never let him get this close if it wasn't.

-" show me how you hate me " you smiled as your hands slid down his neck, and finally, you caught a smirk on his face.

He didn't wasted one more second, taking your lips on his once again. It has something different than any others he had his whole life, sweet with a frightening aftertaste, addiction knocking on the door.

He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped them around his waist, then your back got pressed against the ropes, thanks goodness they were strong enough for you to hold onto them, for the minute his kisses assaulted your neck you lost it.

As your perfume invaded his nostrils he closed his eyes and let himself drift in the thought of devouring you, starting to hear your heavy breaths escaping your mouth.

And God were you stunning, some minutes after he pulled your bra away, his crotch began to get painfully heavy at the sight of your bare chest.

-" My eyes are up here, sweetheart- oh !"

It was absolutely not the right moment for teasing him with your everlasting grin, you understood when he pressed his erection against your crotch.

-" Gonna fuckin' ruin you, better shut up and take it, yeah ? Good girl "

Wakasa Imaushi was a man of few words, he didn't need to add anything else before attacking your breasts, stealing your first moans out of your mouth.

He moved against your crotch, couldn't help it while having your breast in mouth and watching your abdomen contracting and hollowing with pleasure. He looked up at your face, smirking when he saw how good you looked with a mouth parted from heat. While his left hand supported your back against the ropes, his right one rested flat against your abdomen, feeling your skin shivering as it slid down, down the waistband of your leggings, fingertips ghosting on top of your lower half's skin.

He got it now, if something burns his soul with so much intensity and depth, it is his duty to be reduced to ashes by it.

You would have laughed if only hours ago, someone told you that you would be, just sometime after, completely naked in front of Wakasa Imaushi, your pants and underwear on the ground. Yet there you were, he lifted you from the floor again, his fingertips appreciating the soft flesh of your thighs, his hard shaft leaking out proudly standing between you two.

There has been, always this unsaid thing in the air whenever you two were around each other, either because he didn't talked a lot of because you didn't have the world's time to chat with him. You two always talked in riddles, and somehow your bodies explained the riddles better than you could.

With the heat tightening around his lower abs, he started pushing himself inside you, and when he saw how you started swallowing him though he was too big, heaven.

-" Fuck's sake... " He cursed, you couldn't help but clench around him halfway there, and in the madness, your head thrown back and bare body so soft in his hands was the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

As a harsh slap hitting his face, a cruel moment of realization for him to figure out, silly him, hatred would have never got him so obsessed, it was rather something else, another feeling on the other side of a thin line...

Such a thin line.

-" move for god's sake !" You whimpered, grinding your hips against his. He breathed a small laugh, which if you weren't in such a heat would have shocked you.

-" So pretty when you're begging for the D ".

Through a more desperate than funny laughter, you closed your eyes and moaned when he started thrusting inside you. Everything was so overwhelming, the ropes against your back, the depth he was reaching, his fingers bruising your flesh, you were prone to lose your mind anytime.

- " Waka... This way, shit, please this fuckin' way... "

There was something addictive about how you lost your eternal smile when he was pounding in you, but the addiction itself was how consuming the heat in his guts burned, you were tightening around him in a way that got him cursing your name under his breath, though he was not the loud type, how he clenched his jaw and breathed faster was his way to express how pathetic you turned him.

His hand reached for your neck to wrap around it, lifting your head so he could take a better look at your face, he cursed himself right after because of that, since it was impossible not to lean and take your swollen lips in his.

-" Looks so good with daddy's hands 'round your neck " he praised, his thumb wiped away a tear that slipped unconsciously from your eyes. You were so close, it was the sweetest torture how your insides were throbbing.

-" Shhh, don't cry. Watch me stretch this princess's pussy real good, 'Kay ? watch me take you 'til this sweet mouth's crying my name "

And for someone who was currently having you, it was even more confusing that he was deeply thinking about all the other things he wanted, he needed to do to you. He couldn't help, it was far away the strongest thing he had ever felt or seen.

As if you gave shape to the need in his bones, as if the body exposed was his own. His, it sounded good, for once. To possess, to own, to be the unique and only, were you currently flouting all his principles and morals with just one moan of his name ?

-" Waka, ple-"

One rather strong thrust was enough to shut you down, send you to overdrive, wasn't it obvious he was busy thinking about you ? Couldn't you give him one minute ?

-" Don't know how many times I wanted to shut you up this way " he groaned, through an euphoric state your right hand left his back to give him a middle finger, stealing another small breathed laugh from him.

-" don't tell no lie, princess. You like it when I fuck you like this ".

Though you shook your head in a whine, he didn't missed how you tightened around him, only to cry out seconds later and clenched incredibly good around him.

-" damn " his breath got caught in a snort. "pretends to be a goody-goody, princess be takin' my cock like a fuckin' pornstar".

His eyes rolled in their orbs on their own, it felt as if the weight of the whole world was suddenly put on his balls, it was already obvious he would come stronger, thicker and longer than he ever did.

-" Now listen, love "

His face leaned over your -lost in pleasure- one, a smirk adorned his features, a single sweaty hair lock falling between your two faces. His purple eyes never shone that bright, with those thick blonde eyelashes, how good he looked.

-" Don't expect me t' give you back to Benkei after that, 'kay ? "

Feeling his ending close, he smashed his hips against yours in a last desperate attempt to ride his high.

-" I'mma mold you pretty good, train you. I swear I'mma fuckin' make you Wakasa's princess ".

Notes : this one took me more time than usual to make, hope I at least made a joyful character 😭

Network : @downtown-roponggi @tokyo-ballroom

Please, if you know the artist gimme their @ for credit <3

[timetorace]

Hiiii I love your writing I was wondering if your requests are open if you wouldn’t mind doing a request for Pierre the same that you done for Daniel when he got in a crash and you’re super worried because he hasn’t woken up yet. If that’s okay, no worries if not! Thank youuuu

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬

I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE THIS IS PROBABLY MY WORST DRABBLE ANON. I imagined an accident like the one Alex had in Silverstone. I hope you like this anon, I didn't want to repeat the quotes or resources I used for Daniel. The 'Au con' thing I got it from here. NOT MY BEST.

ship: pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings: hospitals. Minor accident.

word count: +1.0K

When you drive at 300 kilometers per hour, you are susceptible to unexpected accidents. It was part of the risk of doing that. Peter knew it. You knew it very well too. That didn’t mean you would have felt better when you watched as it crashed into the concrete wall. Alpha Tauri didn’t have the best car that year, they were still trying to fine-tune it and only Aston Martin and Williams had been further back in the constructors’ championship table. Pierre had been pushing the car to the max and had continued to push that weekend at his home Grand Prix.

He had been conscious after getting out of the car but they had had to put him to sleep to finish running a couple of tests. Pierre had been a little dizzy when they put him in the ambulance too, so they were going to keep him under observation for a few hours until a concussion was ruled out. In addition, the doctors had diagnosed him with an acute spinal cord injury but it was not serious so they hoped they could release him late at night at the latest. The old injury that Pierre dragged in his vertebrae because of a car accident that he had had with his parents when he was younger had not yet been evaluated. They had to wait for him to wake up for that.

You were worried, and you kept thinking that if he needed rest; he would not want to. Pierre was stubborn, and you doubted he would agree to take it easy for a few days. His definition of calm was to keep going to the gym instead of spending two hours doing just one.

You liked to play sudoku when you were nervous and usually Pierre would complete the words you didn’t know or you would try to solve them between the two of you. He liked to pretend he was dumb, but you knew he had been a nerd in school.

“Having fun without me?” His voice interrupted you, and you jumped in place, placing a hand on your heart.

“A notice would have been nice,” you replied, causing him to burst out laughing before wincing.

“Water” He panted almost voicelessly. You reached for a glass from the bedside table and handed it to him.

“Here”

After he took a sip, you took the glass again to put it aside.

“I’m done with the race?” He asked.

You nodded in response. The race finished almost three hours ago.

“How did that end?”

“Verstappen won, Hamilton and Russell after him, Charles had a DNF as soon as the race resumed”

“He must be furious,” Pierre commented.

“Yes, his radio was very self-explanatory,” you said and searched the Formula One app for Charles’s radio after going off into one of Paul Richard’s corners.

Your boyfriend hissed back, “Yeah, he’s definitely not happy, reliability issues again?”

You shook your head “Apparently not this time, he said it was all his fault”

“Charles won't say it out loud either if that’s the case.” Pierre rolled his eyes.

“Yuki also had a DNF after colliding with Ocon, I think”

“Ugh, au con” He grunted and you let out a laugh. He pronounced Ocon as ‘au con’ on purpose, which translated to stupid in French.

“And I think overall that’s it”

“I’m so mad,” He complained, leaning his head against the pillow.

“I know,” you paused “That crash was scary though”

“It looked worse than it was”

“They were picking up your car parts for almost forty minutes after they took you out of there,” you pointed out. It wasn't ‘worse than what it was‘. It was horrible to watch, and that was it.

“That bad?” Pierre frowned “I only felt the impact”

“It looked horrible. I thought you had passed out at one point when you didn’t respond on the radio.” Everyone in the garage had done it when his engineer received no response on the radio.

“Between the heat and the shock, I almost made it,” he admitted.

“How does your back feel?” You asked, leaning a little closer to him.

“It hurts,” He sighed “The vertebrae...?”

“Too soon to say, but they think you should be fine. You have an acute spinal injury that would not be serious and the concussion,” you informed him.

“I hope to get out of here soon,” He moaned “I hate hospitals”

You nodded your head. Your heart had returned to beating a little more normally. Even though the doctor had told you that everything was fine, you didn’t calm down until he saw he was awake. “That was scary,” you said after a couple of minutes of silence.

“I’m good, I promise” He reached out to take your hand.

“It was scary nonetheless” You swallowed hard before he kissed your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

“I know,” He nodded “I’m sorry you have to go through that”

“Perks of the job, isn’t it?” You responded with a sigh.

“Yeah”

“Did the doctors tell you when I’m going to leave this place?” Peter asked.

“Maybe tonight. They have to finish running some scans and the doctor will be here any minute.”

“Good,” He stirred in bed “I hate hospitals”

“I know, but to keep repeating that won’t make it any better,” you scoffed.

“I can try” He winked at you and you knew everything was fine. At least he was in a good mood, which was a start. “Did you finish it?” Pierre asked, nodding at the sudoku puzzle.

“I left you some that I didn’t know”

“Topic for today?”

“Motorsports” You let out a giggle. At least sudoku was on topic.

“I like that,” He nodded “I don’t think I can read them or move enough to write. Can you read them to me?”

“Sure” You agreed. With one hand intertwined with his and the other with a pencil, both completed the sudoku. The worst was over. The hours of waiting before knowing he was okay. Now you knew Pierre was fine. He was going to ache for a couple of ideas and he was going to cry about not being able to do his full gym routine, but everything was going to go back to normal, eventually.

[aceofwhump]

Most wonderful Ace!

Ive recently binged my way through 9-1-1 Lone Star (in no small part encouraged by the whumpy goodness I’ve seen on tumblr) and I have become OBSESSED with Tarlos. Every time TK calls Carlos “baby” I swoon a little bit.

Now I’m not usually one for fan fiction. My trifecta of ADD, auditory fixation, and hypophantasia means that reading takes tremendous focus and I can’t visualize the scene most of the time anyway….but I NEED some content where TK is playing caretaker to Carlos in some way.

Maybe Carlos cuts his hand cooking - “Babe I think you’re gonna need stitches”

Maybe Carlos slips on some stairs and sprains his ankle - “Ok babe, I’m gonna have to take your boot off. You ready?”

Maybe Carlos dislocates his shoulder somehow and TK has to pop it back - “I’m sorry baby, this is gonna hurt”

Do you know of any content like that? Or could you point me in the direction of someone who could write it? Thanks so much!!! And thank you for your wonderful blog that I may or may not be constantly stalking!

Hi there! Ya know what I do have a few recs for you! Also those situations you're looking for are so good and i love them.

Ice Cream Makes Everything Better by FrizzleNox Summary: TK treats Carlos after a minor injury

what if we tried to learn each other better by Introvertedfangirl Summary: breaking news: ur local friendly neighborhood queer girl posts a 1.5k fic at almost 11 pm at night but is denying all claims to ehr mental instability 😗 ANYWAY Excerpt: “Baby if you want to sit here with me until the sun rises that’s fine. You wanna scream? That’s ok too. You want to cry (which I think you need to) that’s ok too. But I’m here. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere." It’s that last part that broke Carlos and his head fell forward as he finally cried, and it’s such a relief—like a heavy thing is being lifted off of his whole being. “Ok, ok, ok. I'm here love,” TK said gently as he guided Carlos’s head to settle against his shoulder. Tightening his arms around his boyfriend, he held him until he was too exhausted to do anything else but fall asleep in TK’s arms.

From surviving to thriving by Road1985 Summary: Carlos was returning home after being discharged from the hospital. The kidnapping had turned out to be the biggest scare of everyone's life. The ice accident suddenly seemed silly to TK, because nothing was comparable to doing CPR on your fiancé and feeling his life slipping through his fingers. Carlos wasn't well and this time, he wasn't hiding it well, because he couldn't.

Let me be your shoulder by happygowriting Summary: Carlos struggles to let TK help.

hold me in my toughest moments by Alis__fa Summary: Carlos has a panic attack after being kidnapped. TK is there to help him and support him through it.

breathe life back into me by boneswrites Summary: Chasing a suspect on foot wasn’t new to Carlos, neither was exchanging fire with said suspect. But nothing is as it seems in the aftermath of the fire fight. Hurt Carlos Reyes: ABC’s | G is for Gunshot

and all the ways i'd keep you safe by hoodieweather Summary: New Message from TK Strand: On my way home. You have ten minutes to get back in bed and tell me you’ve been there the entire time. Carlos, who was in the kitchen, groaned after looking at the message from his new phone, one that hadn’t been destroyed with a meat tenderizer by a serial killer. He was fine. Just a concussion, some bruised ribs, and some aftereffects of morphine overdose. He didn’t need to be on bedrest. Okay, so maybe it was a severe concussion with a small brain contusion. And maybe he was still being monitored for any aftereffects from a morphine overdose and subsequent cardiac arrest. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Confined to Bed Rest

[mooncademia]

Hello, I love your writing very much ! Could you write a comfort scenario with aizawa x wife where his wife failed and she’s slighty injured at the hospital plz sorry if i made mistake i'm not an english speaker😅

Ahhh! Thank you so much for liking my writing (im crying heart emojis 😭it truly means a lot) and for your lovely request! I love this scenario and I hope you enjoy!! (your english is amazing btw!) 

Always

PAIRING ~ Aizawa x reader

GENRE ~ fluff/comfort 

SUMMARY ~ Hospital visits are not fun at all, and when Aizawa got notice that his wife was in the hospital, he quickly came to you with no hesitation but with  overwhelming love and support. 

WORD COUNT ~ 1.2k

Aizawa Shouta is usually calm during frantic situations. From being a pro-hero for so long and a teacher at U.A, he had his fair share of quick-thinking during catastrophic events. With his rational, cool mind and his intelligent wits, he knows what to do during emergencies.

But today was not such a case.

…Your wife is currently at Musutafu’s General Hospital…

Those words just couldn’t get out of his head. He received a phone call lunch break while he was grading papers from yesterday at the teachers’ office and hearing those words made his heart raced immediately into fight-or-flight mode. Excusing himself from U.A during the middle of the day was probably one of the most irrational things he may have ever done (especially at the fact that he was literally homeroom teacher of U.A), and even though Principal Nezu has given him full permission to leave early with total understandable approval, one will still probably feel a slight embarrassed or ashamed…but to Aizawa, he couldn’t care less at the moment.  

He just needed to see you. Now.

What if you are— He thought as he ran to the entrance of the hospital with brows furrowed and raven-black hair as messily as ever from racing through it with his fingers for the millionth time (a habit he does when he’s stress).

No. You are alive. Aizawa’s other side replied back. With a low grunt, he paced to the front counter, exchanged names and ID with the lady, and headed straight to your located room.

Heart pounding in his ears, Aizawa felt that he could crumble any second now as he slid the door to see you bandaged up around your ribs and arms. Your head was facing the other side, not noticing the door being opened.

“Y/N,” Aizawa croaked as he immediately walked towards you.

You turned your head to see your husband right next to you and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shouta?” You exclaimed. “Why are you-“ You stammered as you realized that it is the middle of the day and he should be in U.A.  “I’m so sorry for disturbing you at work.”

Aizawa sat down next to you and grabbed your hand softly. “Don’t you dare apologize, Y/N. I- I should have been there…I could have-“

“It’s not as bad as it looks, Shouta. Really. It is just a small concussion and a few minor bruises on my ribs and arms, but nothing’s broken,” you said to him as you curled your fingers easily to prove it. But that didn’t seem to erase the distress on Aizawa’s face. “Hey, who was the one who was all bandaged up that Hizashi Yamada began calling you ‘mummy man’?”

Aizawa couldn’t help but smile at your teasing as he glided his hand to your cheek.

“Ok, we are not going to be comparing injuries.”

As Aizawa caressed your forehead, you felt warm at the heart. It may be selfish of you for feeling this given that your husband sacrificed his work time to see you, but you were so glad that he was there by your side at the moment. The scene from this morning’s incident couldn’t go away and you swelled up as you told him your story.

“The villain can copy people’s voices exactly. It was a mimic quirk,” you explained looking down at your bed so your eyes wouldn’t meet his. “After splitting up, I heard a wail from my teammate upstairs, and I quickly ran up to help her. But instead of seeing my partner, it was just the villain hiding behind one of the corners…and I was too late to notice…I couldn’t-“ you curled your fingers into a fist as anguished filled your lungs. “I couldn’t capture him and instead I was stupidly knocked unconscious.” You finished bitterly as you reflected back on your failure. Hearing your teammate scream in pain pushed your buttons to move, but instead of seeing your teammate, you felt an eerie presence behind you and all you could remember was the villain’s smug smile and a painful knock on your head.  

You have failed in missions before, but if you had been a tad bit wiser or quicker, you might have sensed that something was odd immediately when you couldn’t find your teammate.

“Hey, look at me,” Aizawa said in a stern voice, popping you back into reality from your bitter thoughts. He lifted your chin up so you could see his face. “You didn’t do anything wrong. His quirk wasn’t revealed yet until you found out.”

“But I was so weak-“

“And what if that voice was your teammate calling for help? You did your best Y/N, don’t put all the blame to yourself. It’s okay to feel bad…but remember to let go.” His tone was deep and gentle. “And plus…failure doesn’t mean you’re weak because true weakness is holding onto that image of yourself and not moving forward.” 

You were stunned to hear such powerful words coming out of your husband’s mouth. Sure, Aizawa has lifted your moods with his comforting supportive talks, but the gaze he held was full of sincerity that it not only soothed your fired emotions, but it also made you feel a strange surge of determination and hope.

“Thank you, Socrates,” you joked with a twinkle in you eye that made Aizawa’s lips twitch a smile as he rolled his eyes and leaned forward to give you a kiss on the forehead.  

“Anytime.” He replied back softly with his half-lidded eyes more mesmerizing than ever.

Aizawa then headed out the door to come back carrying a bag of takeout with a familiar logo on it. “You must be hungry,” he said as he laid the bag on the table next to you, popped open the lid of the container, and fed you your favorite warm soup that you always order from that restaurant.

As Aizawa fed you (he refused for you to do any work, including lifting up a spoon with your bandaged arms), he began to talk to you about his day so far, making you laugh and smile as you listen to his stories. Sometimes it is just the mundane things—like talking about one’s day— that eases your mind and body back to a familiar state that makes you feel cozily content.

As you exchanged conversations and finished your meal, your eyes began to droop and before you could reach to grab the blankets, Aizawa swooped down and grabbed them for you.

“No. Let me,” he said ever so smoothly.

Gosh, he really was perfect.

You smiled warmly at him as you grasped the back of his neck and pulled him close for a kiss.

As Aizawa caressed your cheek softly, you noticed him still sitting next to you comfortably.

“Shouldn’t you return to U.A?” You asked.

Aizawa shook his head. “I’m staying here with you.”

You intertwined his fingers with his and hummed happily in reply as you propped your head comfortably on the pillow.

“Love you, Shouta,” you mumbled as your finally closed your eyes.

You didn’t see it, but Aizawa smiled at you with a smile that would probably make his whole class turn to stone in shock (and perhaps endless teasing from Present Mic), because it was just that beautiful.

“I love you too, Y/N. Always.” 

[damfinofanfiction]

Chapter 14: Hollywood or Bust...er.

Here’s the full and a update to the latest chapter! Just to let you know, having outlined the story for a while, things will get romantic in chapter 16 and will get naughty in chapter 20!!! I don't know if Chapter 14′s good enough but I did my best. Enjoy!

Another note is at the end of the chapter.

As stated in the article of a Local Paper; Five people hurt in a car crash. Two women and three men were involved in a low-rate car crash when they were driving from the Biltmore Hotel for the party in honor of Mack Sennett. There were no fatalities but there were some minor bruises and concussions. Ralph F. Staub, the driver of a T- Ford who suffered a broken nose, blamed the incident on bit player and former Sennett Bathing Beauty Gayle Anders for distracted driving. As a result of the impact, Miss Anders was reported to have injured her arm. While the others had slightly recovered and have been sent home, Anders will be on the mend for weeks following a release from the Good Samaritan Hospital this morning. Her recent project is Harold Lloyd’s upcoming film, The Freshman, due to be out this September. She remains hopeful to be back in the movies after her arm is fully recovered.

Having read this in his office, Buster shook his head in pity, with a notion that she might be unable to work with him. “Oh, Gail.”

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Just as the evening began, Sally ran out of the Bungalow with the burning Trout on the casserole dish. Gail aired out the smoke by opening the windows. As a last resort, she threw the fish from the dish on the ground and used the gravel dug from the area to extinguish the small flames.

“Damn it,” Sally said examining the crisp charred remains after putting it out. She turned to her friend, “Sorry Bae, guess I underestimated the baking time.”

Gail added disappointedly, "And it was a nice fish."

Since Gail came home from the hospital, it wasn’t easy for her to live with a broken humerus. Sally offered to help on the days it doesn’t intervene with her job. Not only the blonde did it out of loyalty but also as a amend to what happened last month.

Upon going inside, Sally threw away the ruined casserole dish and comforted Gail who hunched in despair, “Buck up, We’ll still have dinner. If only Auntie isn’t out playing bridge and Bertha didn’t take a day off.” Bertha, that she referred to was her and Lenore’s Maid.

When the Friends decided on take-out, Sally left to pick up the food while Gail stayed behind because she didn't feel comfortable going out in her state. As the table was already set in advance, the dark-haired woman was left to retreat to her couch and wrapped herself in a blanket because she felt a breeze from the open window.

Gail wasn't feeling herself after the accident in the past week. It was like grief. She barely slept the night, has a small appetite, doesn't smile much, and doesn't say much. Although she has endured a series of unfortunate events for the last few months, breaking her arm was difficult to cope with. Gail tried to sob and cry to let it out of her system, but couldn't do it. That didn't stop her from trying again while she was alone.

Her attempts to release her emotions were interrupted when she noticed a shadow passing by from the front window, "Sal?" she called.

A male baritone voice replied, “Close enough.”

She sat up straight when he swayed to the window, revealing his familiar face, “Buster!”

He chuckled while resting his arms on the windowsill, “Good seeing you too. You seem well.”

Gail would ask him how did he found her site but remembered she had sent him an updated resume with a change of address recently. She nervously said, "I didn't expect you to show up."

He sighed, “I know, I should have told you I was coming, but work was finished early and I thought you could go for a surprise.” Gail found it funny that the last time she had seen him was when he rode with her so she could get home safely and now he was at her window unannounced. He asked, “So are you going to let me in or should I climb through the window?”

“Oh!” She hastily sat up and opened the door and let Keaton in to avoid being mistaken for a break-in if he had entered through the window. After having received flowers and get-well cards from friends and family, she was grateful for a visitor. When she opened the door, he was wearing a hazel suit with a white buttoned shirt underneath and a grey flat cap. He coughed in response to the smoke when he was in a kitchen area.

“Sorry, Sally burnt our dinner.” She explained while closing the door and the window curtains, “She had doused the fire out on the yard.”

“That explains the black mark out on the yard,” he pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket to cover his mouth.

Gail retreated to her bedroom where she traded the blanket for her light blue buttoned sweater while Buster looked around. She called to him, “I guess you must have read about the accident in the papers?”

He responded, “Yes, though they didn’t get your name right.”

Gail intended to write a note to Buster about what happened to her but didn’t have any idea what to say as evidence of the trash bin full of the crumpled-up papers by her bed. “Well, the reporter was in a rush and didn’t have time to correct my name anyhow.”

Then Gail checked herself in the mirror. Her sleeveless day dress was alright. The curls on her locks were uneven, but she didn't mind because he had seen her unkempt hair on the train. Her makeup wasn’t too bad either, grateful that Sally had helped her earlier that day, otherwise, she couldn't do it with one arm. She only reapplied her lipstick before returning to the comedian.

“So this must be your new home,” Buster said as he sat on the armchair while she returned to her couch.

“I came across it in a newspaper. I found the name of the street familiar because I used to go around looking for a part in the pictures.”

“Had the others moved here as well?” he asked.

“No, just me. Sally’s only a helper. She tried her best and I’m grateful for that." Gail turned to the door, “Now I'm worried how she'll react to you once she gets back.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

She leaned towards him, “No no no, unless you have to go home.”

“No, I could stay for a bit at least before your other friend arrives.” it was then Gail noticed that her sling and cast were exposed from her opened sweater and tugged it back in due to her insecurity. From the look on Buster's face, it was obvious he had seen it before, no doubt from peeping at her while she was in the other room, “How long until your arm gets better?”

She was nervous to tell him but does so anyway, “If healed properly, the cast will be removed in a month. I may still wear a sling in addition to physical therapy."

“I’m awfully sorry that happened to you. At least it isn't the ankle.”

“Oh yeah, it happened to you.” Gail had almost forgotten of his injury some years ago before he brought it up.

“How could I forget?” He rested his foot to his knee to massage that very ankle, “There’s a scene from The Electric House where I ran on the moving staircase. That one step caught my slap shoe and before the stagehands could turn off the switch, my foot was dragged to the top, and the next thing I knew, my ankle was fractured.”

“That’s sounded awful,” Her voice was sympathetic.

“Yes, it was. I thought I was going to lose my foot, but thankfully I haven’t. Had to be out of commission for several weeks. They put me on bed rest, at least you can still move around. So anyway, long after my ankle is healed, we threw out the footage and started over.”

“When do you start filming?” What Gail knew from what he wrote to her weeks ago was that the production of Battling Butler was delayed until the end of the year and will be making an original story instead. Also, he’ll be working with a cow to which she thought was too ridiculous, if it wasn't a western.

He explained, “When we find a location for shooting and get everything ready, hopefully in June.”

Gail felt relieved, “Then, do I have a chance to be your co-star?”

He uncrossed his legs, “Well, About that.” Seeing his sullen look, Gail’s heart began to sink as it might be another case of the bad news.

It seemed he couldn’t find the words when he told her, “My boss Joe didn’t want me to hire you.” He sighed, “And he recommended me an actress from Dick Turpin, Kathleen Myers.” He assured her after she turned her face away from him, “It had nothing to do with your injury. It’s just that he preferred someone with experience as a leading lady.”

Gail felt sadness welling up in her throat and clenched her fist, “No, It’s definitely something to do with my arm!” She attempted to retreat to her bedroom, but being blinded by her tears caused her to collapse to her knees, and then she wept heavily. Her sobs made it impossible for her to hear Buster come up to her before he aided her to the dining table. She exclaimed, not making eye contact with the stone face, “I knew it, I knew it! I should’ve left home years ago, but I waited and waited for a chance to take me away like a chump I am!”

“You’re not a chump!”

“You don’t know that! I promised myself I would work with you, but I failed!” There were whimpers in her voice, “I couldn’t get cast in a cast!”

Keaton defended her, “It was only an accident.”

A teardrop ran across her cheek, “Which should I have prevented! This wouldn’t have happened if I was more careful.”

Her body shook as she cried again. Initially, Gail expected Buster to leave her to mourn, then she felt his hand rub on her back, then his arm wrapped around her, enabling her to huddle in for an embrace. With a scent of his cologne coming from between his shoulder and neck, her sobs became softer before they’re diminished. He patted her back a bit. She heard him say, “Gail, I wanted to work with you, I really have. Things aren’t always simple in Hollywood.”

She faced him again. He gave her his handkerchief when she began to rub her eyes. He brought her a glass of water from the dining table which he just filled up.

“Look at me”, he continued, “It took me three years in the film business before I started leading and directing comedies. How long you’ve been working on screen?”

She answered, “A year and a half.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad,” he placed his hand onto her cheek. “I’m sure things will turn out alright as soon as your arm heals. There’s still hope for us to work together once Schenck sees what you can do.”

With a sniff, she added, “And there’s still Battling Butler.”

“Yup that too.” he gave her a slight grin.

As she finished wiping her tears, Gail noticed the black smudges on his handkerchief “Have I messed up my makeup?” He responded with another nod. “Excuse me”, she got up to the countertop and brought out the bottle of olive oil, a remedy for running mascara.

He told her with the cloth in his hand,  “Allow me”

He added a dab of oil to his handkerchief and rubbed it onto her cheeks until they were clear.

“I might have unraveled your hair.” She pointed to the wavy part of his hair “Probably right there” she rose her right hand by his forehead, having her twirl the curl with her finger, “Perfect.” she said after stopping. Their eyes were fixated on each other. It was like that until they heard the key going in followed by the doorknob turning, the two then raced back to their respective seats.

Sally announced while opening the door and holding the big brown bag, “Hey Bae, took me longer to reach that take-out place, better to chow down while the food’s still hot.”

Gail was in her upright posture like nothing had happened, “Sal there’s a visitor.”

The blonde turned to Keaton who had just finished combing his hair, “Oh, shi-” She exclaimed, almost dropping the contents of the bag. Gail stood up to explain that the visit was a surprise to her as well and they were just talking in a professional matter. Buster also got up just to notify them he had to get home since it was almost six o'clock.

he turned to Gail, “One thing before I go, have you seen The Iron Mule?”

“No”

“My pal Roscoe actually directed it with a different name. It features someone I worked with back in the day and also watch out for that Indian.” he pointed to her, “You might find him familiar.”

she smiled, “Thank you for the visit.”

When he turned the doorknob and opened the door she just remembered something, "Wait!," She pulled out a notepad from the side table, wrote down her phone number, and tore it out to hand to Keaton. “No surprise visits next time. Okay?”

Buster nodded once, “Take care” he put on his hat and left her home as she waved.

Sally shrugged at her friend, “How the hell did he know where you live?”

She helped her unpack the take-out containers from the bag, “I’ll tell you over dinner and you owe me a dish.”

Gail was herself again, though embarrassed that she vented her emotions to her favorite comedian. What made her feel better wasn't the crying, but finding comfort in the object of her affection.

(sorry, I posted to my other account. I deleted it though.)

Note: I have to thank @trainrideswithbuster for giving me the idea that buster visits Gail while on the mend!

[fantasiesandbooks]

Hello writer I love Hearts Don’t Break Round Here! I'm a fan of the story since I will celebrate my 23rd birthday on sunday can you make a scenario for me w/ Chanyeol please?? wherein he and y/n are both doctor but they have aren't in good terms but Chanyeol has a hidden feelings for her? Can you write it for me? pretty please I'll be happy if you write one for me! Thank you and take care!

Happy belayed birthday! Hope you had a great day :). I had to take some inspiration from the tv shows related to medicine that I watch, therefore I apologize if it is not as accurate as it should have been. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it.

Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Angst. Romance. Kind of fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Everything in the operation room started to get quiet. Some nurses were grabbing all the instruments they have used to clean them. Some of the doctors were starting to take out their robes as the monitor beeped, indicating the man who was lying on the table had died.

“We could have save him if you had listened to me” You said reproachfully as you rubbed your wet fingers against your cheek in order to remove the droplets of blood.

“I’m in no mood for your complains” He said without turning to look at you.

You scoffed loudly “Yeah, you are never in the mood for recognizing when you’re wrong”.

Chanyeol closed the sink faucet harshly and looked at you. “If you had done your job properly, he would have had a better chance of living in the first place. I was trying fix your mistake”. He said upset.

There were a couple of people looking at your discussion when the hospital’s Chief arrived and yelled at you and Chanyeol.

“You two”. He approached with furious eyes and stood in front of you. “To my office. Now” He muttered angrily as he gestured to follow him.

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Once the three of you arrived at your boss’s office, he shut the door harshly and went to stood behind his desk.

“Have you lost your minds?.“ The man raised his voice. “A pacient have just died and you two cannot wait for your childish discussions?” Rage was visible on his face.

“If you want to do that, do it at your offices or somewhere private. You don’t need public for that kind of stupid behavior”.

“She was the” Chanyeol was beginning to say when the other man cut him off.

“Next time I’m going to suspend you both. Understand?” The Chief said firmly.

“Yes” Chanyeol said reluctantly.

“Y/n?” The Chief turned to look at you.

“Yeah” You muttered.

The man across from you was looking through some files and said “You are going to stay here and solve whatever problem there is between the two of you”. He grabbed one of the folders piled up on his desk and walked towards the door “And it better be quick because someone has to go talk to that man’s wife and that ain’t me“.

You and Chanyeol looked at the door as it shut with a loud thud.

“What is wrong with you?” You huffed.

“What is wrong with me?” Chanyeol scoffed incredulously. “What is wrong with you. You were the one who started it. Since you came into the OR you were doing nothing more than to question all my decisions in front of all the doctors, nurses and residents”.

“That’s because you didn’t listen to me when I told you that procedure was too invasive”. You pointed out.

“And thanks to that it was that we could notice the internal bleeding he had” Chanyeol said defensively.

“Yes, but I told you I could have made the suction and stitched him up and you ignored me.” You raised your voice. “You have been ignoring my contributions and my help every time we enter the operating room. And this was my patient. He arrived at my area and therefore you shouldn't have overlook my authority“. You were panting from the rage that was burning inside of you.

“And what about my authority,huh?” Chanyeol was looking at you with the same intensity. “You might be the ER’s head but I am in charge of the Cardiology unit and once the person enters my operating room what I say, goes.” “I can’t believe you are so full of yourself that you can’t admit you have messed it up” You snorted.

“If we are going to talk about mistakes then we should start with yours” He pointed at you. “If you had taken the x-rays, you would have noticed that he had a lump in his lung that could had burst at any time“.

“I didn’t do the x-rays because when I checked him, his vital signs were within the normal range. He said he felt a slight pain in his chest but we thought it was due to the bruise that had been formed on it due to the impact of the accident“ You explained.

“You should have done it anyway considering how bad the accident was” The man said matter of factly.

“Chanyeol, there were another 32 injured people on the ER and only 10 of us, including the interns, to look out for them” You said, trying to find some kind of comfort in your words as you knew you had made a big mistake.

“Maybe you wouldn't be so short of time if you stopped screwing with Billy and use that time to take a better care of your patients” Chanyeol said harshly.

You looked at him weirded out. “What the hell are you talking about? You said angrily.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you entering the rest room a few hours before the surgery and Billy walking in right after you“. Chanyeol glared at you.

“You know what, Fuck off!” You countered back “I don’t have to give you any explanations and You don’t even know what you are talking about”. You opened the door and stormed out of the office.

Chanyeol watched you go as he grabbed his hair in frustration and slammed his fist against the desk.

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You entered the ER unit and saw that the chaos of the accident - paramedics arriving with more wounded people, nurses and doctors running from one place to another in order to check on them, their families flooding the reception in search of them - had diminished. You spotted Mr. Stevens wife -the man who had died in the OR- in the corner of the room, sitting above one of the beds. She had a broken arm and a minor head concussion. She had been conscious when her husband had been admitted to the operating room.

“He’s going to be ok, right?” She had asked you with a trembling voice. “We will make sure he will be fine” You assured her.

Now, you didn’t know how to break the news about Mr. Stevens' death but, as the unit’s Chief and doctor, you also had to deal with the difficult parts of the job. You took a deep breath and strode towards her.

“Mrs. Stevens” you said and the lady turned to look at you.

“How is Fred?” She asked, referring to her husband “Is he all right? Did you take him to a room?”. You looked at her with sadness but managed to stay composed “There was a lump on the back of Fred's lung. It was so small that at first we thought the blood that was coming from it was from the organ we were operating. He had an internal bleeding and although we did everything we could, his organs collapsed quickly.” You explained.

The woman’s eyes were filled with tears as she understood what you were saying. “No” She said.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Stevens” You said remorsefully.

“No no” She cried in denial. “You said we didn't have to worry. You checked on him”.

“I know but…” you were saying but she cut you off.

“You are responsible for his death” She spat and grabbed you by your coat.

“Ma’am, tried to calm down” You said as you put your hands above hers trying to release from her grip.

Almost immediately, the residents who were nearby approached to get the woman off of you.

“If you had done your job properly, he wouldn't be dead“ She screamed as some of the nurses restrained her so they could sedate her.

You looked around and saw some of the pacients and colleagues staring at you. Your gaze landed on Chanyeol. He was looking at you, although you couldn’t tell what was the meaning of his stare.

Was is sadness? Pity perhaps? You didn’t know what to think. You felt so overwhelmed. Mrs. Stevens words were almost the same as Chanyeol’s.

“You shouldn’t be a doctor�� She said angrily “Doctors care. You didn’t even knew he was injured”. There was a knot in your throat. You wanted to be alone so the best thing you could come up with in that moment was exited through the back door.

Chanyeol was exiting the building and going towards the parking lot. His shift had just ended and the only thing he wanted was to get home, have a nice shower and sleep until he could see the next day’s rays of sunshine through his window. He was walking through the sidewalk went he spotted you sitting in one of the benches near the main entrance. Your hands were resting on the wooden board and your eyes were closed. Tiredness clearly reflected on your face. For a moment he considered if he should talk to you or ignored the fact that he saw you there with a miserable aura. Nevertheless, He walked towards you, only stopping when we was standing in front of you.

You inhaled deeply and when you opened your eyes, you saw him standing a few centimeters away from you.

“I have had enough of today’s fight” You said tiredly as you rubbed your eyes.

“Me too” The man said in the same tone as yours as he plopped down next to you.

You let of a big sigh “So, why are you here then?” you looked at him.

“I heard what that woman said to you. It’s not true”. He said.

“Which part?” You asked “Because some of her words were the exact ones you said to me in the OR”.

“I know and I want to apologize for that” Chanyeol said. There wasn’t a hint of mockery or false remorse in his features. He sounded sincere.

"Well, I'm sorry too for taking out my anger on you" You said and Chanyeol nodded.

You turned your face to looked at the front and sighed “You weren’t wrong about it“ You said.

“It was my responsibility to give him a good checkup before ruling out he didn’t have another serious injury” you admitted.

“How could you have known if it wasn’t until several hours later that he began to complain about the pain” Chanyeol said.

“Isn’t that our duty? To prevent that kind of things before our pacients suffer?” You said.

“Yes, when there are signs of things we could prevent.” He answered. “We admitted him into surgery because there was a blocked artery that could cause him a heart attack if it had stayed like that. You found out about the lump on his lung at the end, when it bursts”.

“You know, tonight I treated 23 pacients. Out of them 12 had serious injuries and they are stable now.” You turned your gaze towards the floor. “Guess there will always be a patient who makes you question yourself if you really are good at this or not”.

“Ever since I was an intern up until now, I can tell you that question never leaves you”. Chanyeol said. “Our career is married with saving lives as much as it is with accepting death”. You look at him straight in the eyes. There was true in his words.

“I had not thought about it that way” You said honestly.

He gave you a little smile. Both of you stayed quiet, the whistle of the air and some people walking near the benches were the only sounds filling it. You wondered why he hadn’t left yet. He had his bag with him, which you assumed it meant he was leaving the hospital. Maybe he was keeping you company as a way of showing you you weren’t  the only one that felt like that every time a pacient dies. That in a certain way, it was comforting having a person who could understand all the questions and feelings that come with it.

You remembered the last thing he had said to you at the Chief’s office and said “It wasn’t me”.

Chanyeol turned to looked at you confused “What?”.

“You said I was wasting my time screwing with Billy” you said.

Chanyeol’s cheeks turned pink. “Ah! You don’t need to give me any explanations. It’s your life” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It was Tatiana” you cut him off.

He looked at you baffled “Tatiana?. The Neurology resident?” He remembered.

You nodded. “I felt exhausted so I went to the rest room because I wanted to take a nap. The lights were turned off and I laid on one the beds. I heard someone entering the room but I assumed they were there to sleep too. That was until I heard them kissing. She was already waiting for him inside.” You explained.

“Oh!” Chanyeol said. Right now he felt so dumb for accusing you.

He cleared his throat “I’m sorry for that too” He said embarrassed.

“It’s ok” you said.

“Why are you telling me this, though?. You don’t have to”. He asked you curiously.

You felt nervous all of the sudden “I know... but I wanted to clear things up with you”. You said. “Besides I don’t like rumors going around about me and you saying I’m with Billy would be a horrible one.” You made a disgusted face and he laughed.

“So Billy is not your type” Chanyeol asked quizzically at you.

“Of course not! He has a nice body, I’ll give him that. But you know there are people who think they are funny and try so hard in doing so, when in reality they aren’t?. Well, Billy is one of them”. You said surely and the tall man sneered.

“Ok then. So, what kind of guy is your type?” He asked you.

“Young, rich, smarty pants. Nothing fancy” you joked and both of you chuckled. You looked at your watch and stood up. Chanyeol lifted his gaze to look at you.

“Well I think is time to go back inside“ You announced. “Thank you Chanyeol” you smiled at him.

“Sure” He smiled back. You turned around and started walking when he called you.

“Hey Y/n!” Chanyeol yelled and you looked at him.

“Would you like to go and have dinner?” He asked you hesitantly.

“I thought you were leaving” you said and gestured towards his bag.

He looked at it and said “Ah yeah, but first I want to eat something. I’m starving”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness. You reached out your hand for him to grab it. Chanyeol looked at it for a second before his eyes met yours.

“Come on then. I’m starving too” You said. He took your hand and smiled back as you pulled him to get him up.

He grabbed his bag from the bench and the two of you started walking.

“So, where are you taking me?“ you asked as you tucked your hands into the jacket’s pockets.

“There’s a good restaurant three blocks from here” Chanyeol said.

“It better be good if you are making me walk that far” You said and he laughed.

“I promise” He said solemnly.

You two kept chattering all the way as you were walking away from the hospital and into the lonely street.

[onceuponaloonatic]

SaHyo au: Sana gets hurt because of DubChaeng's pranks to the point the maids had to send the Park's family doctor over to check on her and that's when the twins realize Sana really cares about them so they slip a note saying i'm sorry in japanese —🍊

dahyun and chaeyoung weren’t used to people caring about them. most of their nannies were only in the job to make a lot of money and live in a nice house and not to actually take care of children. their parents were barely around, and they weren’t great at making friends. they had always just relied on each other.

and then sana came into their lives. they tried to weed her out with pranks that just got worse and worse over time. it always worked for the other nannies. sana lasting three weeks was a new benchmark.

it had been a harmless prank in idea. they just put some minor obstacles in the way of sana getting to her bathroom in the morning. minor obstacles meant marbles and toy cars. which may have caused sana to fall and hit her head pretty hard on the floor. but in dahyun and chaeyoung’s defense, it was an accident.

“are we going to be in trouble chaeyoung?” dahyun asked her twin.

“no i mean, at least we are finally getting rid of her.” chaeyoung commented as they watched the family doctor rush in to check sana for a concussion after the maid had called her when she saw sana’s state.

sana ended up being okay, but was given the day off to recuperate from her headache. dahyun and chaeyoung thought for sure this would make sana quit. they had been wearing her down for weeks and now they had nearly killed her. that was enough to get rid of the rest of their nannies. but for some reason sana hadn’t quit.

“you girls should be ashamed. miss minatozaki actually cares about you two. she even asked if you two were okay after you went to bed last night because she wasn’t the one to put you to bed. she cares about you two so much she’s not even angry. she’s the best nanny you two have ever had and the fact you are trying to get rid of her is bad.” jihyo scolded them. she had been concerned when she found out about sana, and had gone to check on her and make sure she was okay before going to dahyun and chaeyoung to punish them.

dahyun and chaeyoung felt bad. their mom was right. sana was always nice to them and she always took good care of them, even when they were being bad towards her. they both regretted hurting her and realized they wanted sana to stay.

so they decided to say sorry to her. their mommy wouldn’t let them talk to sana because they were supposed to be in time out all day so they had to skip her a note. dahyun, who was better at writing, wrote “i’m sorry” in japanese and they both signed their names. chaeyoung even added some drawings and some stickers from her favorite sticker book. they both then slipped it under sana’s door, hoping she would find it.

when sana did find it she smiled. maybe the twins weren’t demons after all.

[talk2animals]

Hello there! Can you write an angst fic for soryu and mc getting into an accident. The accident almost killed mc but survived. While soryu was more lucky having small injuries. I'm really am an angst freak

Why oh why must you all do this to me! *Sigh* At least she survives, if you said either of them died I would have said no… to close though lol. So here yo go an angsty for Soryu, the poor baby mobster doesn’t deserve this. This is obviously from Soryu’s POV.

It was during a slow time for the Ice dragons so I picked up _____ for a surprise lunch for her lunch break. We were just heading back and she is talking and smiling while I nod and smile along. It was a sort of busy time a bit of traffic but nothing to bad. We were just going through an intersection on a green and before I notice I glance over to my fiancé and see a car barreling through the red light headed straight for us. Before I could try to protect her our car got it and sent screeching across the intersection, luckily not hitting any other cars.

I must have blacked out because when I come to I am sore and scratched but I hurriedly look over to her. Only to see her bloody her head loose and against her shoulder her arm looking broken and head most likely hit badly. I quickly get out of the car and run over to her side of the car ignoring my pain and try to wrench open the destroyed car door. “______ ______, wake up!” She doesn’t budge and I get shoved away just noticing the paramedics, cops, and fire fighters for the first time. “You got to help her, she is hurt!” My usual composure no where to be seen. 

I feel a hand on my arm and I glare looking over seeing Mamarou “Chill Oh, they are getting her,” I growl “You help then!” He shakes his head and pushes me or at least tries to take me to the paramedics. “Relax, get seen to, she’ll be out shortly. Usually would take your statement but it’s to much of a pain. Got enough witnesses anyways. Don’t need you around to long or you might be seen as threatening the witnesses,” I shake him off “Not going anywhere until ______ is out safe,” He sighs and scratches behind his neck as she is finally put into a stretcher to an ambulance and I quickly follow after her. “Get seen to too” I barely hear the slacker detective as I get in and the doors close behind us.

What seems like hours later which I knew was only probably minutes we finally arrive at the hospital me holding her hand all the while. Not letting anyone touch me to worried about my pale fiancé then to worry about me. I get pushed aside as she is taken to surgery apparently being worse off then I thought. I pace the waiting room calling all the dragons to get the information on what happened not realizing how bad I looked with my and her blood on me far from calm. I didn’t even realize that the others were there sans Mamarou and Luke for obvious reasons. I feel a hand on my arm and glare looking over seeing Eisuke and the others. I hang up the phone and growl “What do you want? I don’t have anytime for your nonsense,” I go to reach for my gun but find where it usually is empty and groan thinking must be somewhere in the car.

“We heard about the princess” Baba just says Ota nodding besides him, “How is Koro?” I just through up my hands “How should I know but from what I can tell bad,” Eisuke nods and lead me to a seat to sit down while I am to distraught to do the usual threatening to weak to do much but worry. “That’s what Luke is busy helping with,” Shuichi nods “Usually have to do all sort of paperwork but eisuke bribed him in.” The detective walks in and shakes his head “Didn’t I say to get yourself checked too?” I sigh “Don’t care waiting to here about _____”

He shrugs and discreetly hands me my gun. “Had to sneak it away, be careful next time,” he says and I just weakly take it putting it away. “So what happened?” He shakes his head “Can’t say,” I get up and grab his tie yanking it up “Can’t say or won’t say?” I growl angrily wanting to know what happened. He easily pushes my hand away and doesn’t even fix his tie. “Well all I can say is if I did say, the kid would be angry if you did something to land you in jail. Not going to have that sobbing kid on my conscience,” I groan and sit back down knowing he was right.

After an hour or two, what felt actually more like years, Luke finally comes out. “Sexy bones has broken arm, fractured leg all on the one side plus concussion and internal bleeding,” I pale glad I was sitting down or else could have sworn I would have fallen. “But she is out of the woods right?” Eisuke see me pale and asks for me, Luke just nods “She’ll be in a coma for awhile though, don’t know for how long.” I just nod and meanwhile baba takes my arms and push me towards Luke “Good, now check up on him or else something might happen to him. He just quickly looks me over and shrugs “Scratches and bruises, maybe very minor concussion, nothing serious” After awhile I just zone everything out not bother listening to them any longer to worried about my love.

-2 weeks later-

I am at her bedside yet again sitting and reading her another one of my favorite detective books to her. The room filled with flowers and get well soon cards from all the bidders and from many of the dragons. I myself have been coming over as soon as I had time, the first few days never left her side. I finally got pushed out to take care of myself and do quick things for the dragons. Though without her around nothing seemed very important. I guess I let myself go bit, barely eating and not as put together as usual. All I can do is laugh at myself for letting it effect me so badly. Thinking that I would have never thought anyone would be so important to me as her before I met her. 

I wanted to kill the man that made this happen to her. Apparently it was a drunk driver, someone who shouldn’t have been driving in the first place. When I learned of it the bidders could barely contain me. But the thought of her being sad I killed someone because of her and being sent to jail was the only thing that stopped me. Though apparently didn’t have to do anything because once the driver sobered up and heard he put a Mobster’s Boss fiancé into a coma, he was apparently quick to accept a deal to be put in jail. Apparently wasn’t the first time he had a drunk driving accident happen, though first time put someone in a coma.

I sigh and close the book and take her hand. “Please _____ wake up, I can barely eat without thinking of your omelets,” I put her hand to my forehead and close my eyes. I just sit there quietly keeping her hand to my forehead. I don’t know how long I stayed like that but I started to feel her fingers move and I look up quickly to her face. Her eyes slowly flutter open and look over smiling weakly “You look like hell,” she gently lifts her. hand and caresses my cheek. It’s all I could do from wrapping her up in a big hug but hold myself back not wanting to hurt her but I kiss her cheek. “You saying that to me while you are in the hospital?” She laughs weekly but the light in her eyes slowly return.

“So guessing an accident or something?” She asks and tries to sit up but I lay her back down gently. “Yes a drunk driver, you were badly hurt,” she shrugs and runs a hand through my hair “What about you?” I smile “I’m fine, you always worry about me, how about worrying about you?” She laughs softly and I finally smile and she quickly brushes away the tears I must have shed. “I’m awake, sore but awake. I’m sorry I must have worried you,” I just nod and hold her hand to my cheek “Just never worry me like that again,” She just laughs and I finally relax knowing she will be ok.

Gah, this was longer then I thought it would turn out. I swear I almost started crying myself lol. I hope this is what you wanted! 

[real-did]

I need to clarify something for my story; how aware is a system of alters? I know the host will be pretty unaware of their alters at first, but how aware are alters, usually? Also how might a severe concussion affect someone with DID? Originally, I was going to give the character speech and motor issues after the concussion, but now I've given him DID and I'm not sure how it would affect his alters

it really depends on the alter. typically most/all of them are more aware than the host but that’s not always the case. it’s not easy to explain... as far as I know, alters are usually pretty aware. Trauma alters aren’t always, and can feel stuck in the past. (I might update this later with more perspective but rn this is all I’ve got, sorry)

I’ve had concussions before and they typically make me more dissociated for a while afterwards. I’ll lose time more frequently, but rather than another alter fronting, I might go to a dissociative “blank” state. Zoning out and memory issues get more frequent. I’m not sure speech and motor issues would be common unless your character had a really bad concussion- memory issues, zoning out, concentration issues are all much more common. You have to figure, the brain is a very adaptable organ but concussions are brain bruising and brain damage. Speech and motor skills aren’t necessarily the first to be affected- balance, yeah. Planning/forethought, yeah. What part of the brain gets hit? What are some common concussion symptoms? How does it affect the character right away, and how does it continue affecting them for years to come? (brains do heal, but it’s complex). One concussion will only do so much- repeated concussions? 

People with DID are affected just like everyone else. For me at least, minor concussions increase disorientation pretty substantially for a couple days/weeks, and then everything goes back to normal. Major concussions will do more damage and I would suggest you just apply your research to someone with DID, bearing in mind that we tend to dissociate away from everything. Headaches, dizziness/balance issues, concentration issues, irritability/some emotion regulation issues, not feeling like oneself, etc- these are more likely. If it’s a really bad concussion, maybe looking more into information about brain damage can help you figure out specifically what kind of injury would have the effects you want to write. 

Good luck, let me know if you have more questions!