#he says he's fine and got checked out by paramedics and was cleared

[bunnyhugs77]

Angel Eyes

𓆩♡𓆪Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 8.2k

𓆩♡𓆪The Honeymoon (Epilogue)

𓆩♡𓆪Content Warning: hospital romance, mentions of birth, blizzard, car accidents, smthn abt soulamtes, ft Jin, medical emergencies, making out, jk is a free spirit, tattoos, rehabilitation, they're so cute, cafeteria dates, meet cute, weddings, sexual themes, comas, newborn baby, angsttt :(

The double doors to the emergency room burst open with a team of paramedics meeting a team of nurses over the limp body that was being rushed in on a gurney.

"26-year-old male. One of many from the four-car pile-up on Highway 400. Blunt head trauma —shattered ribs, compound fractures in both legs. He's unconscious, showing premature signs of decline. We need to get him stabilized immediately."

"Prepare the operation room." One of the nurses orders and the chaos moves around the corner with the gurney.

A team of trauma surgeons and nurses worked frantically to stabilize him. He was quickly assessed for injuries, and diagnostic tests revealed the extent of the damage he had sustained

The man suffered from internal injuries, including a punctured lung and severe abdominal trauma. There was a point when doctors were sure he wouldn't make it but they were wrong.

After undergoing several surgeries in the first few days following the accident, including procedures to repair his fractured bones, remove damaged tissue, and stabilize his internal injuries he was beginning to show small signs of improvement.

However, it was only the beginning of a very long and hard journey for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 2 months later

"Where is she?" You stand up at the sight of your brother-in-law, Jin rushing into the waiting room of the labour and delivery wing. Face flushed and hair a bit frazzled. He'd obviously run here from the parking lot.

"Down the hall to your left. They're just running some tests and checking the baby." He pauses in his steps, letting it all sink in. Placing a hand on his chest as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Taking the chance to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, breathe." You encourage, taking tips from the Lamaze classes your sister had made the three of you take in preparation for this baby.

He smiles before making his way to his wife and out of sight.

Meanwhile, you stayed put in the waiting room as your sister made it very clear she did not want you in the room any time her vagina was out and you weren't going to argue.

Seeing that the doctors needed to check up on the baby once the two of you arrived no less than 15 minutes ago, you had already excused yourself to the hall.

Once you saw the familiar nurse you remember being assigned to your sister walk past you, you deemed it was safe enough to return to her room. Knocking first with your hand over your eyes.

There was soft laughter, "It's been put away, you can open your eyes." Eunji says, allowing you to lower your palm from your gaze to see Seokjin sitting on a chair nestled near Eunji's bedside.

"Wow, they've got you hooked up like a TV." You snort, pointing to the IV drip, pulse oximeter, and various other tubes taped to her arm.

Shaking her head at your typical Y/n-Antics but refusing to acknowledge your joke any further. "What did the nurse say?" Jin asks, almost anxiously, taking her hand in his.

"The baby is fine, she's healthy, but I'm a long way from giving birth. Apparently-" Eunji pauses, her eyes squeezing shut just as they did back at your place when the two of you discovered she'd been having contractions.

Taking deep breaths she opens her eyes and resumes speaking as if it never happened, "Apparently I'm only one centimeter dilated. I'm already tired of this place." She pouts sadly while Jin gently moves a stray hair from out of her face.

You sighed internally, hoping that one day you'd find that.

"I'm just glad you guys made it here safely. The roads are getting worse with that blizzard coming in tonight." Jin shares which prompts you to check your phone while the couple talks about what a normal couple would discuss at a time like this.

Jin was right. There in fact was a blizzard heading your way and it was nasty. Up to six feet of snow in some regions and harsh winds. It was practically impossible to see the road through all the flurries on your way here.

It was unsafe for anyone to be driving at a time like this hence why Eunji had already begged your parents to stay home until the roads were safe. No matter how much she knew your parents wanted to be present for the birth of their first grandchild it was just too dangerous.

This winter was packed with a punch this year. You can't forget the first major storm of the season about two months ago that blindsided everyone.

The severity of the storm dawns on you as you remember driving past a nasty collision on the highway on your way home from work.

You could only hope that this would be the end of the strenuous icy season and that spring would be just around the corner. You were looking forward to the blossoming season of spring but not as much as you were looking forward to holding your niece in your arms in just a few short hours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Clearly, you and your niece weren't on the same page.

It's been 4 hours and the hospital was on lockdown, any visitors in the building were forbidden from leaving due to the severity of the storm outside. Honestly, some part of you believed you would have been able to hold your niece and go home all in the last three hours, but oh how you were wrong.

"What do you mean you're only 3 centimetres along?" You say, exhausted from waiting. "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, are you tired? How inconsiderate of me!" She exclaims, clearly annoyed with you.

You dropped your shoulders, you deserved that. Eunji had been battling her contractions restlessly for hours on end, you couldn't imagine how she felt.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" She shakes her head while Jin returns with a full cup of ice for her to chew on. Your stomach rumbles, and not quietly.

"You should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'll stay with Eunji." Jin offers and you nod, deciding it was time for a break anyway.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you stood in the café line, unsure what to get before deciding to get a typical iced coffee and a turkey sandwich.

Once it came time to find a spot, your eyes were scanning every nook and cranny of the filled cafeteria due to the overwhelming number of people trapped in this building just as you were.

Finally, you found one available spot, at an occupied table. "Is anyone sitting here?" You ask the man who was enjoying his own coffee. "It's all yours," He smiles and you reciprocate it as you take a seat.

Paying him no mind as you bite into your meal and pull out the book you've been reading over the last few weeks.

"The String of Fate," The man across from you mumbles as he reads the title of your book causing your eyes to flicker to his. "What's it about?" You close the book almost too eagerly.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He blinks at you.

"Y'know, like two people that are destined to be together no matter the time or place." His brow arches. "Not a chance." You frown, "Well, basically this book explains the concept of soulmates and how they're connected by this invisible string between them that will always guide them back to each other. No matter the time or place."

He sighs heavily, head now resting on his hand. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and assume that you believe in soulmates?"

"What's there not to believe? It makes total sense-" You ask, about to take your first bite of your sandwich. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you," He says quickly, and you close your mouth, placing the sandwich back down.

"Why not?" He simply stares at you, "Trust me. I've been here long enough to know." You nod slowly, "You must visit a lot."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he finishes the last of his coffee, "Something like that." He mumbles.

Your stomach reminds you of the hunger you'd just permitted to exist longer all in the name of this handsome stranger you'd just met. "So what can I eat here?"

He grins and your stomach twists.

"Follow me." You pack up your stuff and stand. Unable to process your thoughts once the man moves away from the table in his wheelchair.

"Oh c'mon, don't give me that look." He sighs.

"What look?" You counter, genuinely confused.

"That look of 'oh my gosh, he's in a wheelchair. Now everything is different.'" He says in a slightly raised tone.

"First of all, I didn't think that at all. I was just shocked." He looked almost deflated until you spoke up, "So are we still getting jello or what?" He smiles, leading the way.

-

"Hey! Hey! Mister Lightning McQueen, do you mind slowing down a bit? Or at least tell me your name so I don't have to keep yelling mister." You pant, finally catching up to him at the end of the hall.

"Sorry." He flushes a light pink before a quick clearing of his throat, "I'm Jungkook." He stretches his hand and you shake it gently, "Y/n." You say, the two of you hold hands a little longer than necessary before a visitor attempts to get by and you pull your hand away first.

Fast forward to the two of you sitting on the chairs in god knows which wing of the hospital, the building was so damn big. Licking the spoons of your delicious cherry jello as you were both facing the window that looked out into the midnight sky.

"So what brings you here tonight?" He asks as he scoops around his cup for another spoonful. "My sister is giving birth. At least that's what I thought was supposed to happen but the baby doesn't want to come yet." He laughs, "That's amazing. Not the part about the baby holding your sister's womb hostage but- you know what I'm trying to say."

Unable to control your laughter at his bizarre wording, "Yeah, I get it." A silence falls between the two of you, sitting on your shoulders. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure- "It's okay, Y/n. You can ask." He speaks without even looking at you. Focused on getting his next spoon of jello.

"How did you end up here?" You ask and Jungkook begins the age-old story. He was coming home from work during that crazy storm 2 months ago. He said he didn't remember much from the actual accident, one second he's in his lane and the next there's an eighteen-wheeler sliding right into him and dragging two others in with him.

"I don't even remember being rushed in here, I just remember waking up 3 days later and the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive. Telling me I had basically injured every bone I had. Head trauma, shattered ribs, a punctured lung, fractured both my legs- and the list goes on."

Your jaw falls open. Hand raising to cover your mouth for two reasons.

"You really are lucky to be alive."

It seems that Jungkook disagrees, "Yet I don't feel all that lucky. I wake up to the same faces, getting poked at and pricked every hour. Going to rehab every other day, my body hurts constantly. I can't even count how many painkillers and antibiotics I take every morning." You frown.

"I'm grateful to be making progress of course, but sometimes It feels like the world is passing me by while I'm standing still-- or sitting, for that matter.." You'd never connected to anything more.

"I totally understand. Under different circumstances of course, but I think I get what you mean. Ever since I was 7 I'd had this perfect vision of how my life should be by the time I was 25. A nice house, with a loving husband and maybe a baby on the way with my six-figure paying job but here I am, 26, sitting in a waiting room, single, waiting for my sister to have a baby so that I can go home to my office job that sure as hell doesn't pay enough for a nice house."

Your story provokes a soft chuckle to come rumbling from Jungkook's chest and you swat at him. "And it's like, you want to take steps forward but it's almost like you can't because everything is out of your control. The most decisive factor of a good life is controlled by everyone but you. It sucks." Jungkook expands on your thoughts further and you'd never felt so seen before.

"I-" You begin but the PA system begins to blare someone's voice as they make an announcement.

"Code Yellow. Code Yellow." Jungkook's vision darts to his wristwatch. "Shit. It's been an hour already?" You weren't following, "What's going on?" Jungkook begins to roll back, tossing away his garbage in the bin while you stand and do the same.

"Code yellow is just their dramatic way of declaring a patient is missing. Although-" His eyes fly past you and to whoever was behind you, it was a furious nurse. "Jeon Jungkook." She says and he groans, "I know- I know."

Jungkook hardly got to speak before he was being pushed away back to wherever his room was. "I hope your sister has a safe delivery." You stand still in the middle of the hall as you watch Jungkook get whisked out of sight.

Unable to stop thinking about how disappointed he looked once that nurse appeared. Clearly, he didn't want to go back. You couldn't shake what he told you, about seeing the same people every day, following the same painful routine.

You wondered if he had any family that visited him.

Speaking of which, it was time for you to return to your own.

𓆩♡𓆪

7 hours later you were finally holding the most perfect baby girl in your arms. "She's beautiful, Eunji," you say tearfully, staring at the adorable infant who was just so tiny in your arms.

"I can't believe I'm holding your baby right now." You say to no one in particular while Seokjin stands behind you looking down at the baby, he looks like he's still in awe himself.

Carefully passing her back into your sister's tired arms. You had the honour of taking their first family photo. With Seokjin's eyes full of love and your sister displaying the happiest smile you'd ever seen.

"She's perfect." You hear him whisper with a kiss to Eunji's forehead and your heart just about melts at the heartwarming sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 7 days later

The moment that you left that hospital that morning you felt almost... sad? Like you had a happiness hangover. You were truly overjoyed, you finally got to meet your niece and you met Jungkook who left an unanticipated imprint on your brain.

You tapped your nails against the desk in your cubicle, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer screen.

Your break was in 20 minutes, you had an hour to do whatever and sure, you could spend it here continuing your work so that you could go home earlier...but the hospital is nearby...

No more than a 10-minute drive.. maybe you could drop by? Just for a little?

You didn't leave yourself much time to debate it as you were already marching out of the office the moment the clock hit 12. You'd decided to pick up some flowers from the gift shop on your way up.

Following the receptionist's instructions that she gave you to locate his room with a nervous click of your heels with each step. What if he didn't want to see you? Does he even remember you?

You saw him through the glass window briefly and adjusted yourself to an angle where he couldn't see you. He was just laying there. Staring up at the ceiling, but he sat up once a nurse walked in.

It seemed that she was doing some routine checkups before pricking him with a needle of some kind. You'd always been the type to squirm with needles yet he was unfazed, it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Once she left she passed you with a small smile. Slowly you walk to the door and his gaze slowly drags towards you. His eyes smile before his lips, and he sits up.

"Y/n!" He says with such a joyful tone, you would never expect the voice to belong to someone sitting in a hospital bed. "Hi," You say, unsure of what to do with the flowers.

"Don't tell me you're still waiting for your sister to give birth." He says with a little sarcasm and you laugh with a shake of your head. "No, little miss Seol-a came fashionably late."

"As in 'snow child'? That's a perfect name." You agree. Watching him as his gaze drops to your arms. "Oh- These are for you." Bringing the small bouquet of tiger lilies to him, he accepts it gratefully.

"Thank you-- Really, you didn't have to. You visiting me is more than enough of a gift, and they're Tiger Lilies, too. Fun fact, that's actually my birth flower." It was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head but you ignored it.

Maybe that was just a coincidence, but you didn't like that word. You preferred to use something much stronger, that starts with an 'F', and ends with an 'ate'.

"Pull up a chair, please. I don't want to be the only one sitting." He insists, gesturing to the chair near the wall and you bring it a bit closer.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief once you were off your feet, "God, I hate heels." You mutter, "I'm guessing you have to wear them for that magical job of yours," Your face turns sour, "Magic isn't the word I'd use to describe it,"

Just like that the two of you fell down a rabbit hole of conversation, exchanging work experiences and even phone numbers at one point.

"So tell me, Y/n. In a perfect world, if you could just drop everything, what would you do?" You pretended to give it thought as if you hadn't known for the last decade. "I'd want to open a hair salon... Is that crazy? I don't think I've ever actually said that out loud before."

"What's stopping you?" You laugh, a little too hard, thinking of the dozens of reasons why it wasn't practical and way too impulsive but the longer you looked at his neutral expression you began to reflect on the reasons.

And they all came back to the same root, "What if I fail?" He shrugs, "You can't fail unless you give up." You couldn't believe you were actually considering this. Shaking your head dramatically, clearing your brain.

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

Woah.

"Wanna see something cool?" His hand raises and gestures to his lower body, and you watch as the blankets begin to stretch over the small peak that began to form under the covers as he bends his left knee slightly.

"Jungkook! That's incredible." You gasped, eyes wide and you weren't sure what came over you, but before you knew it you'd taken him in your arms.

His body was still a bit weak but his arms responded almost immediately. Holding you still for the short duration of the hug before you pulled away.

"Are you okay- I'm sorry, did I hurt you-" A small panic consumes you as Jungkook's eyes tint a faint red and well with tears. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just been so long since someone's been so happy for me."

His words weighed down in your chest like a pile of bricks. "Does no one visit you?"

"All my friends and family came to visit right after the accident. Then it was just my best friends and my parents who came a few times a week. Soon people don't have time to visit someone who makes such little progress every day."

He continues to explain, "But I don't hold it against them. It's a time commitment. The real world is more demanding than I am and I just can't wait for the day I get to meet them out there."

Gently placing your hand on top of his, "You're gonna be out of here before you know it-" A familiar ringer goes off in your bag. You pull out your phone and stop the alarm. "Well, my break ends soon." You stand and you tell yourself that you're imagining the small frown peels over his lips.

Putting the chair back where you found it you walk to the door. "Bye Jungkook, it was good to see you again." With that, you walk away and Jungkook is left in despair. That was it? It's over?

You were just gonna walk into his room and bless him with the most revitalizing conversation he's ever had and you're leaving?

Before he gets the chance to deflate into his pillows your head pops back into the doorframe, "See you tomorrow." You wink and vanish once again. Knowing that you'd given him a little wave of sadness at first.

His shoulders shake with laughter, relieved.

𓆩♡𓆪

Staying true to your word, you in fact did go back to visit him the next day, except you went after your shift since 40 minutes simply wasn't enough time.

For the first few weeks of your daily visits, Jungkook was afraid that one day you would stop coming and he wouldn't see you again, but once three months had passed, there was no doubt in his mind he would walk out of this hospital without you by his side.

You'd even met his parents once, by accident of course. You were just leaving when they'd been walking in and of course, they had no idea who you were.

Telling them about how the two of you met was quite entertaining, Accidentally mentioning the part where Jungkook had been called a missing patient which earned him a soft pinch to his arm from his mother.

But you'll never forget the words his mother whispered in your ear as she hugged you. "Thank you for loving my son." Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered, trying to clarify things but she didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay, I know." She says with the most subtle of winks before walking off with her husband who shook your hand graciously.

Not every day was full of laughs and feasts that you'd bring him from the outside world, there were definitely down days. Days when the pain would call for a stronger dose of his medications which left him burnt out and groggy.

But there were also good days like today. You had the honour of helping Jungkook take some of his first steps for a few feet before being right behind him with the wheelchair.

You weren't able to stop your tears while Jungkook apologized to the physical therapist for your constant crying. You cried every time you saw him move on his own, but he thinks it's cute.

It's evident how much you care about him. By now your entire family knew about your blossomed friendship, and it seems he was all you could talk about. He could only hope that you knew how much he cared about you.

He would love to surprise you at work one day with lunch or take you to your favourite places. Alas, that was among the list of things he unfortunately couldn't control but promised to do once he got out.

He had a section of notes dedicated to you and all the places he would take you, it's what he always hid against his chest anytime you tried peaking.

-

"You won't believe what I just did!" Those are the first words that escape your mouth in the most dramatic of ways as you practically burst into his room.

He jolts, his book now falling forgotten from his fingers, you'd startled him and you apologized. You weren't usually here at noon. So he welcomes your explanation with a warm smile and curious eyes.

"So I went to work this morning, and they called us all in for a meeting. I was expecting another spontaneous workshop about professional behaviour or something. They drop this huge bomb on us that the company is downsizing so they're laying off a third of the company and basically cutting everyone's salary in half." It all comes out in a single breath, so you give yourself some time to breathe.

Jungkook wasn't following, "This sounds like... bad news? Am I missing something? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because I quit my job. I've been thinking about what you said for a while now, about following my heart, and I think I've always been waiting for some kind of sign or opportunity to just go for it, so today was the day." Now that you'd finally gotten the jitters out, you pulled up a chair.

"I know it's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just got off the phone with one of the property managers of those empty studios downtown and it was all so exciting and I don't even know where I'm going to get the money but I think I can-"

Jungkook finally silenced you with his lips.

He kissed you.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours. You could feel him smile as the kiss deepened. You moved out of your chair to the bed without breaking contact. Pulling away briefly for air but resuming as though you couldn't be apart for more than a second.

You weren't sure when you'd ended up on top of him with Jungkook on his back and your hips grinding down onto his softly, still a bit cautious.

"You have-" He kisses down your neck, peppering kisses between his words, "-No idea-" His lips kissing right below your ear, "-How long I've wanted to kiss you." His teeth gently nibble on the skin of your ear causing a whine to escape your lips.

Suddenly there was a fast beeping and it was only getting faster.

A nurse walks in and you just about throw yourself off of Jungkook and onto the ground. "What's going on in here? Your heart rate was way too fast, Mr. Jeon." He bites his lip nervously while you get yourself on your feet.

"Sorry, Nurse Lynn. I was just trying some new exercises and I guess I got a bit carried away." He says the last part with a lustful look in his eye when he glances towards you.

Once she left you let your hand cover your mouth in pure shock, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." Jungkook throws his head back onto the pillows with a heavy breath.

"Those nurses can't let me have shit in here. I can't even rub one out in the shower without them barging in." Your jaw drops, "It's happened more times than I'd like to speak about." The shame that seems to swallow him up makes you laugh even harder.

-

"How's the salon going?" He's the first to ask you once you walk out of the bathroom and your shoulders drop. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, "It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. My contractor is being a total pain in the ass, but at least it's starting to come together, look-"

You swipe through the photos of the empty studio that was now painted. "I can't wait to see it." He says, and you look away from the screen. Focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. "Me too." He steals a sweet kiss from you before resuming his swipe through your phone with a cheeky grin.

For the first time, you noticed how empty his left arm was compared to his right. His right arm was covered in tattoos that the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking about once, while his left arm was blank.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your left arm?" He places down your phone, making eye contact with you once again. "I wanna save it for something special, something meaningful, like the Batman symbol." His nerdy remark makes you snort.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hi Jungko-Oh." This was unusual.

Of all the times you'd visited Jungkook, there was probably only one other time where you'd caught him sleeping, although that was a late night. It was only sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

You didn't want to disturb him, so you left him a little sticky note for him to read when he wakes up. You didn't want him to think that you never came.

The following day the two of you were having a bit of a hard time getting Jungkook out of bed. "I thought you wanted to do some more walking?" You offer, standing with his walker but he laid back unmotivated.

"Not today, maybe another day. I'm just a bit tired." He mumbles and you nod, "Oh. Okay." But your heart wasn't settled, something was wrong.

The week continued with his slow responses and fatigue. "Are you okay?" He hums, his eyes shutting tight as he grunts softly. "Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, that's all. I'll be better by tomorrow." He reassures you, and you insist on getting him some water.

"Nurse Lynn." You call out for the Nurse as you cross paths as you return from refilling Jungkook's water bottle. She stops and begins to approach you. "Jungkook has been acting a bit off lately. He's been really tired and he says he has a headache and I just want to know if anything is going on."

You can see that she really begins to think about anything it could be. You follow her as she goes off to check his charts. Looking through the window, Jungkook had already fallen asleep.

"His numbers seem to be fine, but we'll keep a close eye on them tonight and run some tests in the morning." Leaving you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you still didn't feel any better.

You went home to your parents' house. You'd moved back home after impulsively quitting your job since there was no way you'd be able to afford your old apartment anymore. Besides, this arrangement made the most sense.

Now you were able to save your money and focus on your salon. The salon Jungkook had inspired you to open, god you couldn't stop thinking about him. Something felt off.

"Y/n?" Your dad snaps his fingers in front of you, finally catching your attention. "Sorry- What?"

"Your mom and I were wondering if you'd be joining us for dinner or if you already ate." You shake your head slowly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Is everything okay?'' Your stretches her neck from where she sat on the couch. "I don't know. Jungkook's been acting off lately and I just don't know if everything is okay." Anyone who heard you could hear the worry that wavered in your tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to be okay.

"Oh, honey." Your parents hugged you and for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

-

It was around 2 in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jungkook's mom.

He'd gone into a coma.

You didn't find yourself to be a religious person yet you found yourself praying to any god in the sky who was listening as you drove to the hospital that he would be okay.

Running through the halls, letting out careless apologies to those you nearly bumped into as you did so. "What happened?!" You say frantically, his mother was in no state to speak, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips quivered whenever she tried to speak.

Instead, his father took on the role to tell you, "The doctors said there were unforeseen complications from his accident. There was some inflammation in his brain that went undetected and was applying pressure to his brain stem which is why he was experiencing those headaches and fatigue. They've done all they can to reduce the swelling, but there's no guarantee he'll-"

His dad struggles to finish his sentence, choking up a bit himself at the possibility of Jungkook never waking up. "C-Can I see him?" You swallow back your tears and that sore feeling in your throat as you walk in slowly.

You didn't want to cry, but the moment you saw him hooked up to all those machines, the same ones he hated so much, the way his body lay so still, it broke you.

Your cries came out more as wails than anything else, you couldn't say anything but his name. You weren't just crying, you were begging, pleading with the gods to spare him.

"Y/n-" You hear his dad's voice behind you, catching you in his arms just as you fall to your knees. He could have never anticipated a reaction quite like this one. It seems he underestimated how much Jungkook meant to you.

Now he knows.

All his friends and family knew.

As they trickled in and out of Jungkook's hospital room over the following weeks they would see you sitting by his side, the same way you did all the days before.

His mom liked to say you were there more than Jungkook was. She knew he was lucky, he'd found something special with you. A kind of love that was rare to come across these days.

You spent every waking moment beside him until visiting hours were over, and would be back the next morning the moment they begin. Your parents told you to keep yourself busy with your salon and you tried, but how could you when everything inside reminded you of him?

Today was a quiet day, with no visitors or flowers for you to find space for as his room was filled. You focused on reading to him. You'd been told that hearing familiar voices can help to stimulate brain activity and you were willing to do anything.

"As Batman ran through the dark streets of Gotham-" You chuckled to yourself, unable to take the story seriously.

According to his parents, this was his favourite comic book growing up, and you'd been reading it to him for the last few days, and yet you still weren't interested in DC.

You rummaged through the bag of books you had on the side, your fingertips grasped the familiar cover that started it all. "The String of Fate" You mumble, a soft smile as the title takes you back to the night you met.

Back then he was nothing more than an opinionated patient on the loose, and now, he was everything.

You opened the book, going back to the page you'd bookmarked as a favourite. Deciding to read it out loud for the sake of Jungkook hearing your voice.

"In the garden of destiny, soulmates blossom, each petal a reflection of the other's beauty, each leaf a testament to their shared growth. Together, they tend to the soil of their dreams, nurturing them with the water of their love, as they chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever intertwined."

Your voice began to shake halfway through, and your tears landed on every other word. You closed the book, placing it back in the bag so that you could take Jungkook's hands in yours.

"Please," You whispered, "I love you."

It was no surprise to anyone. You had nothing but love for the man who changed your world for the better. He had no idea how much space he takes up in your head, your heart. It's his, it belongs to him.

"Can we come in?" There are soft knocks on the door and you're pleasantly surprised to see Jin and your sister, assuming the baby was with your parents.

"Thank you for coming," You hug them both, "If there's someone important enough that you went MIA during my labour, then I have to meet him." Eunji says jokingly and you smile sadly, "I just wish you got to meet under better circumstances."

The days turned to night then day once again, and the pattern continued endlessly for the following month. It just continued to repeat in this painful process of dwindling hope.

Nothing could have prepared you for the devastating conversation with the doctor this morning.

"Please understand, during this difficult time, we have carefully monitored Jungkook's minimal brain activity. Given the duration of his coma and after our intensive examination of his condition, if there were indications for a potential recovery leading to him waking up, we would have observed signs by now. I know this news is incredibly challenging to hear but-"

His mother wept.

"We're so sorry." The doctor says as if it was rehearsed, you couldn't imagine how many times he'd had to give such gut-wrenching news to other families.

You listened with a broken heart, unable to cry. You were all out of tears. You'd cried and cried your heart out all month, you couldn't bear the thought of it all being for such a tragic conclusion.

-

That was almost a week ago, you'd remained by Jungkook's side regardless. Never leaving, not moving.

"Y/n, Honey. You've been here all day, when's the last time you ate something, hm?" His mom gently tilted your chin upwards, you looked pale in colour and your eyes were dull with sorrow.

"I don't know, Tuesday maybe?"

It's Thursday night.

"Go." She orders, and you know that tone. She wasn't willing to negotiate this with you. She'd begun to care for you like a daughter of her own, and as much as she respected and adored your dedication to her son, it was just as important that you were healthy.

Still following Jungkook's advice, you avoided most of the shops in the cafeteria except for a select few that he deemed sanitary. Sitting at one of the tables by yourself, you poked at your food, not all that hungry but you took bites anyway.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle you ignored the buzzing from your phone. You're sure it's just the contractors giving you a hard time again. You were set to open in a few months from now and you'd never felt more grateful for your mom stepping in to help while you were.. away.

Your phone buzzes once more, you finally check the messages.

Ever since that night, every time Mrs. Jeon messaged you, it left you with a pit in your stomach, quite like the one in your stomach right now.

She was calling you back to Jungkook's room immediately.

Completely abandoning your half-eaten meal on the table as you rushed back up to the room you'd begun to know like the back of your hand.

There his parents were, teary-eyed as they sat outside his room, making calls and texting loved ones. Soon you saw a team of nurses walking out of his room with some medical technology that you're sure had very complicated names and--

Oh no.

Your brain was putting the pieces together. What was once a pit had evolved into a full-fledged sinkhole. Your hands were shaking as you walked into the room, eyes landing on his body, not expecting to meet his familiar brown orbs.

They blinked at you slowly. Just like the first time you'd visited, they smiled before his lips did. "There she is," His voice was weak, understandably but it still had that softness to it.

Your body was overwhelmed and unable to make any coherent sounds. You were standing still as a statue. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your lips from quivering but you couldn't stop it.

Your breathing became shallow and the sound of your heart drumming in your ears seemed much louder than it did a minute ago. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you.

"Is it-" Your voice airy and broken, not wanting this to be a dream. You so desperately needed this to be real. He nods slowly with a grin, "It's me." Just when you thought you had no more tears left, there were more spilling down your cheeks.

Finally picking up your feet and walking over to him with broken sobs, meeting him at the side of the bed. On your knees with his arms around you while you held him in yours. "I thought I lost you." You swat him with teary eyes and a small laugh.

"You can never lose me, Y/n, and I want to make sure of that." He says, and your head tilts instinctively. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me."

Eyes wide and your mouth nearly kissing the floor.

"You can't be serious," Oh how you hoped he was serious.

"You've been by my side every step of the way. When I walk through those hospital doors one last time, I want to be beside the woman I love. Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." Now he was the one getting misty eyes.

Your mouth struggled to keep up with the eager nodding of your head. "Yes." Holding his face in your hands and kissing him like you'd longed to do for weeks.

Finally.

"Wait- You don't have a ring," Jungkook leans slightly for the box of band-aids on the side table. "Jungkook, I don't need-'' Your efforts go in vain as he shushes you kindly, taping the band-aid around your ring finer.

"It's symbolic for now until I can get you the real thing."

-

Nothing could have prepared you for the busy year ahead of you. Between visiting Jungkook, opening a salon and planning a wedding things were beginning to get chaotic but it all seemed to fade in importance once Jungkook finally got to go home.

And you were right, he was home just in time for Thanksgiving, and he had a lot to be thankful for. He made that clear during his speech at your parents' annual Thanksgiving dinner.

The fact he was able to stand for it was reason enough. Although he wasn't able to walk far distances, he was improving every day, and it just warmed your heart.

Your speech wasn't nearly as tear-jerking as Jungkook's was, but you still had a lot to be grateful for. Just looking around the table from where you stood, smiling at your parents, your sister with Jin and Seol-a, Jungkook's parents, and Jungkook, of course.

Everything you ever wanted was right in front of you.

Keeping your speech short and sweet, "And I know she's grateful for that huge rock on her finger." Eunji whispers loudly causing the table to erupt in a fit of giggles, the tips of your ears turn red as you smile shyly.

From Thanksgiving to the opening day of your Salon. Staring up to look at your name written out in a cursive font across the top of the building you were in awe. "Pinch me," you mutter sarcastically, not expecting Jungkook to actually pinch you.

With a pout you rubbed the pink mark he left on your arm as the two of you walked into the moderately busy salon. Your mom had sent out flyers and emails about the opening day all season.

You wouldn't have been able to do it without her.

"I'm so proud of you," Jungkook whispers and you turn to face him with the look of a puppy. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything. This was all you, all you had to do was listen to your heart." Giving him one of those upside-down smiles you wrap your arms around him, talking into his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you."

Before you knew it, the wait was over.

Today is the day. 

You could only stress about one day so much, you'd gone over every last detail down to the very inch and you were sure it was going to be perfect, after all, you'd had it all planned out in your head since you were 7 and Jungkook was more than happy oblige, 'as long as I get to marry you', he would say.

Your wedding was beautiful, it left your guests breathless the moment they entered the venue and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

Your wedding had its own special and heartfelt twist to it. Instead of Jungkook standing ready at the altar, he had the honour of picking a heartfelt song to walk down the aisle to with no arm crutches or wheelchair to support him. Nothing but his parents on either side holding one of his arms.

Some of the audience cheered while some let their tears fall quietly, knowing how far Jungkook had come to get to this point. Once he made it to the front, his best man, Jimin, handed him his arm crutches once again.

Soon the rest of the bridal party had made their way down the aisle, prompting the audience to stand. All heads turned to the grand double doors that soon opened as a romantic instrumental of "Look After You" began to play.

Jungkook could hardly see you from the distance he was standing but just knowing that you were walking towards him had him choking up already.

By the time he really could see you, he couldn't. His eyes are cloudy with tears until Jimin hands him his pocket square to wipe his eyes. Blinking the rest of his tears away, he smiles at you.

You looked beautiful.

Like God's most perfect creation sent down from heaven. There you were, smiling back at him with those angel eyes of yours. It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry but the last thing you wanted was to ruin your makeup.

However, you weren't so strong when it came time to listen to Jungkook's vows after just finishing yours.

"You once asked me if I believed in soulmates, and I remember saying it was a load of crap. I had no idea they were sitting right in front of me. Your unconditional and unchanging demonstration of love has completely changed me from the inside out. Through you, I breathe again, and for you, my heart beats. Today, I give you more than just my word. I give you mind, I give you my soul, my everything. I pray from this day forward we will chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever."

The last part he recites from the passage of your book you'd read to him while he was still unconscious. Your makeup is now a victim to the stream of hot, salty tears that flowed from your eyes, "You heard me." You say just loud enough for only him to hear you. He smiles. "I heard you."

With no more tears and the unravelling of a touching ceremony,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This was it. The moment Jungkook had been anticipating for months. Unclipping himself from the crutches around his arms, he hands them to Jimin.

He stretches out his arms dramatically, pretending to crack his neck.

Carefully taking your face in his hands, knowing how important it was to you that he didn't smudge anything, but your lipstick was going to need some reapplication after the way he pivoted and swooped you down for the most passionate of kisses.

The kind where your leg raises in the air while the photographer gets the money shot, capturing the bright smiles all around.

As if it was possible, the reception was even better than the ceremony. The toasts were both funny and touching. All eyes were on the happy couple who sat at their special table on the elevated platform for all to see.

Unable to hear what was being said but they could only assume it was something heartfelt based on the way your hands had clasped over your mouth.

Jungkook had just rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, showing you a new tattoo that you'd never seen. It was a delicate dark vine that wrapped around his forearm, with blossoming flowers, encircling the words 'Garden of Destiny', just like from your book.

"Are those-" You point to the types of flowers, "Tiger Lilies and Cosmos, your birth flower? Yeah." You pout, "Please don't cry, you'll be so upset if you ruin your makeup." He gently moves a loose strand of your hair from your face with the same hand you'd just been examining, and that's when it hits you.

"It's on your left arm." He grins,

"Of course it is."

𓆩♡𓆪This was only supposed to be 900 words. oops. 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 mentions and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[wosoamazing]

Incident at the Trampoline Park

Summary: You break your arm at the trampoline park

Warnings: Dislocated Shoulder, Ambulance

“You excited Monkey?” Kyra asked as she threw you up in the air and caught you.

“Yesss!” you squeal.

“Guys, inside voices, and Kyra be careful, we don’t want any injuries today.” You Mum told you both off.

“Geez, when did you become such an old lady, we aren’t even there yet”.

“Calm down Cait, it’s okay, no one will get hurt and it will just be a fun day out” Your Ma told you Mum.

“Yeah okay, but is this really the best idea, I mean-” “Babe it’s going to be fine,” your Ma cut your Mum off as she placed a kiss on her check, “ready to go Munchkin?” you nodded eagerly.

Today was team bonding day, it was your Ma’s turn to choose the activity and organise it but because your Birthday had just passed and she wasn’t there with you because of international break she let you choose, and you chose to go to a trampoline park, everyone was hesitant to go at first but once they found out it was your choice not Katie’s they were all ecstatic to go. But there were still some on the team that were a bit cautious, your Mum being one of them. Everyone had been informed by their skippers that no one could get injured, as Jonas would kill them if someone got hurt, he strongly suggested to stay away from such activities.

The day had been going great, you met all the girls there and had heaps of fun.

“See, I told you everything would be fine,” your Ma told your Mum.

“Yeah, I guess so-” your Mum was interrupted by a blood curtailing scream, which was accompanied by a “Shit! KATIE! CAITLIN!” both your Mum’s looked over to where the sound came from and saw a bunch of commotion and before they knew it, they were running as fast as they could to get over there. When they reached the area, they saw your little body standing in the middle, Leah was supporting you, keeping you upright as you leaned on her, you were sobbing, face all wet, your left arm just hung by your side, you kept trying to touch it, but Leah kept pushing your arm away from it, which made you frustrated.

“Oh Munchkin,” your Ma cooed as she gently and carefully placed you in her lap.

“Does your shoulder hurt Monkey?” your Mum asked as she pushed the hair that had stuck to your face out of the way. You nodded.

“Coming through,” a path was cleared for the two paramedics.

“Hey little one, can you tell me your name?” the younger one asked you, you shook your head, you just wanted to the pain to go away. “That’s okay, does it hurt?” you nod before adding “f-feels wie-wierd”.

“Oh, that’s no good, I’m just going to touch you here okay,” he touches his own collar bone area, “I promise I won’t touch your shoulder though” you give him a small nod before he starts to feel your collar bone, a certain spot he touches feels very ouchy and you wince in pain.

“It’s okay baby,” your Ma says to you as she rubs your back.

After some more checking he turns to your Mum’s “Shoulder is definitely dislocated, however as she is a child we can’t reset it here, so the hospital will do that, she could also have a small break in her collar bone.” Your Mum’s nod.

______

You wined as Katie put you in your car seat, “I know its uncomfy but you have to sit in your car seat, how bout I sit next to you?” you gave her a small sad nod, “Cait, catch” she threw the keys at Caitlin, who managed to catch them.

“Since when do you let me drive?” “Since princess wants me to sit in the back with her,” “I think I remember you asking her. Not her asking you but anyway get in”.

A few minutes into the drive, you fell asleep. “Love you babe” Katie said from the back seat.

“What was that for? But love you too.” “Can’t a girl just tell her girl she loves her, does there need to be a reason” both of them chuckled. “I’ll update the girls”.

~~

North London is What?

Katie: Just thought to give you all an update, little miss had a dislocated shoulder and a hairline fracture in her collar bone, they were able to reset her shoulder in the ED. Has to wear a sling at all times for the next week and then we will find out more next week.

~~

They were flooded with heaps well wishes messages from the girls.

When you arrived home you were still sleeping so Caitlin when ahead to get some cushions, blankets, and other items to help make you comfortable on the couch and Katie carefully got you out of your car seat and inside, both women were thankful that you had stayed asleep. With you asleep on the couch they went into the kitchen to get some of the necessities, so they had them at arm’s reach, you were always very clingy whenever you were sick or hurt.

“You okay?” Caitlin asked Katie.

“What do you mean?” Katie asked almost defensively, Caitlin knew there was something definitely wrong, Katie only reacted like that when there was, and she had a small suspicion she knew what it was, well it was more than one thing.

“Babe, come here,” she said as she pulled her in closer for a hug, “you know you’re an amazing Mum.”

“It doesn’t feel like it Cait,” Katie’s voice broke, Caitlin unwrapped her arms from around Katie and move her hands up to either side of her face, using her thumbs to wipe away the few tears that had fallen out of Katie’s eyes, “hey, don’t cry, it’s okay, you are an amazing Mum she adores you.”

“But does she? She always chooses to go with you on camp, I’ve never been picked once.” More tears started falling out of Katie’s eyes and Caitlin wrapped her in another hug.

“You know, she only chooses to go on camp with me because of Harper, Kyra and Charli, I swear it’s like I don’t even exist on camp,” Katie lets out a small laugh, “Hang on, can you hear that?” Caitlin said, it sounded like there were voices coming from the living room.

“Hello?” Katie questioned as they walked into the living room seeing some of their teammates sitting there.

“We just thought to let ourselves in to drop off our gifts, we didn’t want to disturb you, but then we saw monkey and couldn’t help sitting down,” Steph admitted, Leah, Kyra and Beth all nodded in response.

Caitlin sat down next to a now awake you and Katie sat at your feet next to Leah, “You okay?” Leah asked Katie.

“Yeah,” Katie said as she nodded and gave a weak smile.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Your Mum asked you as she went to pull you in for a hug, but you climbed out of her arms and shuffled over to Katie.

“Want Ma,” you said, and with that Caitlin gave Katie a smile.

______

“No, want to stay with you,” you grumbled from your car seat, Katie had told you that you were going to stay inside with Oscar today at training, usually you loved spending time with Oscar, but you were still ouchy and wanted to say with your Mum’s.

Your Mum’s phone buzzed before she looked at it, “How-bout you sit on the side with Steph Monkey?”

“Stephy,” your voice perked up at the mention of one of your favourite people. Your Ma, looked at your Mum confused, “Steph just messaged the group chat, said her period is bad today so she messaged Jonas, he told her to sit out, so she is going to watch training from the sidelines.”

“Does that mean Stephy will be grouchy?” you questioned “No, Monkey, at least I don’t think so” you Mum replied laughing, your Ma sent her a death stare. Your Mum’s had told you what a period was when you first asked as they wanted to be open and honest about your body, but it washed over your head, clearly too young, the only thing you remember is it’s a lady problem that happens once a month, and it's why your Ma gets grouchy every month around a certain date, or at least that’s what your Mum said.

You arrived at the colony slightly later than normal today as it took a bit longer to get ready this morning due to the circumstances, so you went straight through to the training pitch, when you walked out on the grass you saw Steph in the shade near the water bottles, leaning again a wall, with her knees tucked into her chest.

“You alright?” Your Mum asked as you got closer to her.

“Yeah, just you know,” Steph replied, “Rough time?” she asked when she saw you, you seemed sadder than usual, for obvious reasons, but also extra clingy and you held your stuffy and blanky in your good arm which Steph never saw you with unless it was nap time or bedtime.

“More like rough last 5 minutes, there were some tears shed as we got out of the car seat, but yeah also rough night, someone didn’t get much sleep” she replied to her teammate before kneeling down in front of you “do you want to ask your question to Steph?”

“Stephy, I sit with you, please?” you asked softly.

“Of course, Monkey, how bout you sit in my lap?” you nodded softly at her suggestion.

“You sure, she has a pillow, Katie has it, she can just lay down next to you,” Your Mum said, she was concerned for her friend, she had never seen her bothered by her period.

“I’m sure Cait, don’t worry it’s fine, and plus I don’t think she is going to be causing me much trouble” Steph said as she opened her arms for you, she helped keep you steady as you climbed into her lap, you put your legs out in front of you, they were much shorter than Steph’s, your feet barely touched her knees, you then leaned your back on her stomach and your head rested just below her chest, the wind was chilly so your Mum put your blanket over you and soon enough you had fallen asleep.

[hearts4johnwick]

— REMINISCENCE.

SUMMARY. tyler coincidentally finds you again after you got injured during a EF-3 tornado.

WARNINGS. reader gets injured, cheating (??), allusions to smut.

WORD COUNT. 1k (i wanted it to be longer but i couldn’t think of anything else </3. this is lowkey a mess but in a good way ;) idk yall will be the judges of that)

you cried in pain as you held your thigh in your hands, pressing on the open and bleeding wound. an EF-3 tornado came in unannounced and Scott found you taking shelter with a family that had seen you and called for you to take cover with them but while you were making your way over there, a piece of metal debris from the tornado pierced her thigh, the father and brother had to go up and help her stand and walk over to the shelter. one of the family members took off a piece of their clothing and wrapped it around her open wound.

once the storm passed they left the shelter and went into the town, looking for an ambulance for you. you saw your crew and Scott laid his eyes on you and immediately made his way over.

“Oh my God, Y/n! What happened to you?” Scott took you from the father’s arms and thanked them.

“i was at the park, clearing my mind off of things, saw the tornado forming and went to my car but then the family offered me to come to take shelter, i went, but the debris from the tornado… well…”

“shit, i’m so sorry for being late.” you shake your head. “how are you feeling right now?”

“I want some water.” Scott sees a gurney from an ambulance and softly lays you down.

“i’ll get you some water.” he leaves and paramedics come to inspect you.

they stitch your cuts and help you with other possible injuries you could’ve suffered. they found nothing serious, only a few scratches, and a sprained ankle. taking out the huge piece of aluminum roofing from your thigh was horrible, you’re pretty sure you broke Scott’s hand by how hard you held it while in the process.

right now, you were sitting in the back of the ambulance, a blanket draped over your shoulders and Scott’s arm around you.

“i went over to your house and you weren’t there today. or yesterday, or the day before that. where have you been?” Scott’s cold hands cup your cheek and caress them softly, you rest your eyes, feeling relieved and calm at his touch, as you were about to speak, a familiar voice rings through your ears.

“what the hell happened to you?!” Tyler Owens pushes Scott out of his sight, you furrow your eyebrows.

“Hey, man. it’s okay, she’s fine.” Tyler’s head cocks over to the direction of the voice.

“what are you, blind? can’t you see those cuts on her face and that enourmous one on her thigh?” Tyler’s voice raises and he glances at your glossy eyes.

“Ty…” the sound of your raspy voice catches his attention in an instant. “I’m okay now… the doctor’s checked me and they said it’s nothing serious.” he lets out an exhale and rests his eyes before humming in acceptance. you slowly stand from the back of the ambulance and make your way toward Scott.

“i’m leaving now.” Scott furrowed his eyebrows. his face hardened, he was about to tell you to sit back down until we get the paramedic’s approval to leave, but he knew it was best to not start that argument. “thank you.” you placed a hand on his chest and he held it, he nodded and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“anytime. let me know if you make it home safe.” you laugh as he maintains intimidating eye contact with Tyler.

“not too much, Scott.”

“Yeah, whatever.” he rolls his eyes and smirks before you turn your back on him, leaving with Tyler.

“thanks for what?? that asshole didn’t do anything.” Tyler says as he helps you into his truck. you laugh.

“he was here before you.”

“yeah? but was he there in second grade when Peter Welling made for of your curly hair? or in Junior year when we were at the bonfire at the beach and that dickhead Nolan Cushing wouldn’t leave you alone?” you shoot him a glare and scoff, you were about to fight him but he shuts the door, taking you aback.

when he gets in the driver seat you point to him. “don’t ever do that again.”

“was he there…” your eyes connect, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “the night before you left for college.” Oh God. “July 24th…” your breathing patterns quickly become unstable, so does your heartbeat.

“you still remember that night?” you chuckle and look away nervously.

“i reminisce that night.” his hand around your face forces you to look at him, and you see it in the reflection of his eyes. july 24th. the night before college.

heat runs up and down your entire body. he feels it, that heat radiating from your skin and it feels so good to him. “we can’t.”

“but we should.

“no. Sco—“

“Scott’s no better than me.” his lips were on yours before you could even take a breath, but you enjoyed it, the second his lips touched yours you were pulling him closer, gripping his hair and face, moving the direction of your heads just so you can deepen the kiss.

you haven’t felt this hunger, this desire since that night, and God does it feel right. Tyler’s hands were all over you, not missing an inch. when his hand moved to your thigh, you flinched because of the wound, but that didn’t make you stop. you needed Tyler at that moment.

all of those moments you missed while you were in Oklahoma were happening now, and would continue back at your house. he felt just as good as he did back in the night before you left for college. you missed him, you were starving for him, and you let him know in all the ways possible.

oh and Tyler? he doesn’t even remember his life before this night. he didn’t waste one second, he didn’t even take his eyes off of you, for he thought that would be a crime. God how he missed you this close to him. the look of you under him, your curls sticking to your face, and your irresistible lips on his skin, your seductive eyes starring down at his.

you found each other again in that moment, and you didn’t not want to lose each other one more time unless it was in your eyes, mouths, or sounds.

meanwhile, Scott was still waiting on your ‘i’m home okay :)’ text. and he got it. sent by Tyler.

guys… i’m in love with david corenswet 🫦🫦

send some requests! (marvel, dc, star wars, the boys, etc!)

also, i have a ‘Twisters’ fic on wattpad if y’all wanna check it out! https://www.wattpad.com/story/374563132?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=hearts4johnwick ᥫ᭡

[dira333]

Shocked to meet you - Ojiro x reader

A/N: Just a little drabble for @ur-local-simp

Having a best friend who is training to be a Pro Hero is all fun and games, until you try to surprise them and they flip their Quirk at you.

-

It had been ages since you’d seen your best friend!

You grew up on the same street, just two houses down, and you were literally joined at the hip since the moment you met. But of course, Denki had to go and fulfill his dream of becoming a Pro Hero - and the fact that he got accepted at U.A. was just more proof that he had whatever Pro Heroes needed to become Pro Heroes. 

It had become rather lonely, though, because school just wasn’t the same without him by your side. So when Denki called to let you know they were all going to the mall, you’d grabbed your stuff and raced for the bus, letting him know you’d meet him there.

The mall was as busy as ever. You passed some of his classmates, recognizing them from seeing them on TV. There was Iida, who made a fool of himself going against that pink-haired girl. You spotted Bakugo and made sure to pass him in a wide berth. And there was also that cute blond guy who had refused to take his spot because he hadn’t made it through the Cavalry by himself or something like that. 

That’s when you spotted Denki, just a few steps behind Cute-Blond-Guy whose name you’d forgotten. 

You sneaked through the decorative plants, using your Chameleon Quirk to disguise yourself until you were close enough and-

-slapped your hands over his eyes from behind.

“Guess who it is?!”

The shock going through you was instantaneous and intense. You could smell burnt hair and taste blood as you slumped back, could hear Denki’s voice too but it sounded far away and distorted, like you’d sunken to the bottom of a pool.

“Oh shit, no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t… Ojiro, help me!”

“Why me? What have you done anyway?”

“This is my best friend! I just freaked and shocked her. If anyone suspects I used my quirk in public, I could get in serious trouble.”

“Yeah, no joke. I mean look at her, it’s pretty obvious that you used your Quirk. Look at her hair!”

Something soft brushed against your cheek. Was that fur? You lunged for it, grabbed it and pulled it closer, cuddling against it.

“Puppy.” You sighed. The Puppy didn’t seem to mind.

“W-Wha-What?” 

“Just let her cuddle your tail, Ojiro, it’s fine, right? I do it all the time.”

“T-Tha-That’s kinda different.”

“Oh, it’s because she’s cute, right? Yeah, she’s single too, you know. If you want her numb-”

“Kaminari! Ojiro! What is going on here? I demand answers!”

“Oh, Class Rep… How nice of you to check on us. This is my best friend. I think she’s got some problems with her blood sugar.”

“Blood sugar? Are you insinuating that she’s diabetic? Do we need to call the paramedics?”

-

Your vision cleared a little. Above you, Denki was blubbering about something, hands waving frantically through the air.

Next to him was the cute blond guy, blushing for some reason as he stared at the floor.

And directly in front of the two was Iida, hands hacking through the air as he talked about rules and regulations and… the importance of good nutrition?

“Hey.” You reach out and pull Denki’s pants. “What happened?”

“You, uh, tripped and fell.” He says, winking at you.

“Oh, not again.” You play along. “I seriously need some new glasses. I am so glad I tripped right in front of you, it would have been so awkward with no one there who knows me.”

“You might have a concussion!” Iida rattles on. “You were unresponsive for quite some time. It was very noble of you, Ojiro, to aid your tail for stabilization.”

“Tail?” You ask, as Ojiro - so that’s cute blond guy’s name - blushes even more, the pink turning into a deep scarlet.

“You’re cuddling Ojiro’s tail.” Denki points out, the grin on his face big enough to let you know you’ll never live that down.

You turn your head to the side, expecting an obedient puppy. But there is no puppy.

“I am so so so so so sorry!” You blubber out as you let go of Ojiro’s tail and pull yourself up by grabbing fistfuls of Denki’s trousers and using him as leverage. 

He’s not too happy about it, but he keeps his mouth shut because he knows what’s best for him.

“I-I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking, I…”

“I’m thinking you should get him a drink.” Denki looks smug now. “As compensation. You should get some treat for yourself anyway, raise your blood sugar, you know. There’s a bakery right at the corner. Me and Iida will go and look after the rest of our classmates, right, Iida?”

“That is a formidable idea!”

Seconds later, you’re left alone with Ojiro.

“So… a drink? It’s on me, I promise.”

He nods. “But you should do something about your hair. I mean, it’s a look, but people might start to ask questions.”

“What do you me-” You spot your reflection in the glass door of a store. “I’m gonna kill Denki. For real this time.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 2/8

Chapter summary

The mystery thickens, then becomes clearer... a mysterious correspondence is being born...

On Ao3

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Alone in the teachers' lounge, Crowley tried to pour himself a cup of coffee despite his shaking hands, but had to put the cup down and take several deep breaths to calm himself.

He didn't hear the headmistress enter and jumped at the sound of her voice. 

"Ah, you're here."

Mrs Tracy had grabbed the coffee pot and filled Crowley's cup before handing it to him, "I know about the accident near St James Park. I had to go there because a class from our academy was on the bus. Luckily none of them were hurt. The paramedics, who knew you were a teacher here, told us you fought really hard for that man."

Crowley sighed, "And yet, everything I've done hasn't been enough. No matter how well I know first aid, no matter how regularly I take refresher courses, it hasn't been enough." 

He paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "I have to get back to class. There's nothing like work to take your mind off things."

He emptied his cup in one gulp before heading for the door.

"Crowley?"

Crowley stopped and turned to find himself face to face with the headmistress who had followed in his footsteps. Mrs. Tracy placed her hand on his shoulder and said quietly, "Do me a favor. On your day off, get as far away from here as you can. Will you? Go somewhere you feel good...a place that brings you peace."

Throat tightening, Crowley nodded before continuing on his way.

Aziraphale left the lake house and walked to his Beetle parked by the mailbox. Before getting into his car, he placed a letter in the box, raised the flag, and drove to his store.

At the same time, Crowley decided to follow Mrs. Tracy's advice and took his car to Ditchling. The lake had always given him a sense of serenity, so he drove north of the small village.

The day was clear and bright, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.

Before reaching the lake, he stopped at the small local grocery store, whose owners he knew well, to buy his lunch and a drink.

He greeted them as he entered the store: "Hello Frank, hello Bill!"

Frank walked over to him and, after giving him a hug, exclaimed, "We haven't seen you in a while. How are things in the city?"

Crowley shrugged and replied in a neutral tone, "Fine. I'm getting used to it."

Bill, who had joined them, hugged him in turn before asking inquisitively, "What are you doing here?"

Crowley swallowed the lump that formed in the back of his throat whenever he thought of the tragedy in St. James Park, then replied quietly, "I just had to get out of the city. I needed some fresh air and I missed the peaceful life here."

Bill nodded vigorously, "I hear you, for nothing in the world would I want to go back to city life."

Suddenly, Frank bent his head to the ground and said quietly, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

Crowley followed his gaze and saw a little boy hiding behind Frank's leg, then exclaimed, "Hey, Joel, how you've grown! How old are you now?"

"Two." Frank replied as the little boy raised his hand and showed two fingers. "Say hello to Crowley, Joel, you like him, don't you?"

"Hi Cwoly!" 

The little boy, all shyness gone, stretched out his arms to Crowley, who took him in his arms and planted a loud kiss on his forehead, making Joel giggle. 

They chatted for a few moments, then Crowley, already in a better mood after spending time with this kind family, left with his sandwich and drink, heading for the lake house, hoping there was no new occupant yet.

Arriving at the lake house, Crowley first checked to make sure no one was there, then got out of the car and walked along the house and down to the edge of the lake, where he found a rock large enough for him to sit on. He sat there for a long time, admiring the lake, whose surface was so smooth he could see the sky reflected in it. After eating his sandwich, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the gentle breeze that seemed to sweep away his dark thoughts. Much later, as the sun began to set over the horizon and the temperature cooled, he told himself it was time to go home, but he wasn't in any hurry.

As he was getting into his car, he noticed the flag raised on the mailbox. Wondering if his letter was still in the box, he opened it out of curiosity. Inside was a plain envelope, different from the one he'd put there. He took it, and to his surprise, it was addressed to him.

Crowley sat down in the car parked in front of the house and began to read the letter.

I got your letter. Is this some kind of joke?

Because if it's not, I don't get it.

Crowley frowned at the tone of the letter and continued reading.

I am not the "next tenant" for the simple reason that there was no previous tenant.

The lake house has been unoccupied for over twenty years.

At first I thought maybe you'd come to the wrong place.

But then, how would you know about the paw prints?

Crowley was now completely confused. He thought for a moment, then fumbled in his satchel for a pen and paper and began to write.

Aziraphale parked the Beetle, happy to have finally finished his day's work, and saw that the mailbox flag had been raised. Slightly excited, he opened the box and saw that there was a letter inside, immediately recognizing the handwriting of Crowley, the so-called former tenant. He looked at it as he walked up to the house and saw that it came from the same address Crowley had given him to forward his letter to, 33 Great Marlborough Street, London.

Once inside, Aziraphale jumped as he felt something pass between his legs, nearly knocking him over. It was the rabbit that had left the paw prints. Apparently, it had decided to live here and had figured out how to get in.

Great, now he'd have to figure out what a rabbit would need.

But leaving that aside for now, he opened Crowley's letter and began to read.

The next day, after closing the store, Aziraphale waited beside the Beetle in front of a huge building that exuded opulence and majesty and dominated by the two familiar letters HH, Heavenly Home. Brand of luxury furnishings.

His eyes were fixed on the people coming out of it, and he smiled as soon as he saw the familiar slender figure with the even more familiar brown curl coming out of the main swinging door.

"Muriel!" 

As soon as they saw him, Muriel exclaimed, "Aziraphale! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be busy in your little shop, surrounded by all those old things you love so much."

He didn't take it badly, for his friend and former colleague had said this in an affectionate tone, and Aziraphale replied gently, "I'm never too busy to look up an old friend and offer them a drink, or even dinner."

Muriel replied with a broad smile, "That makes me so happy."

Then Aziraphale sheepishly added, "I had something to do not far from here, and I thought why not combine the pleasant with the useful."

Muriel hugged him and then said softly, "I am so happy to see you. I miss you so much, you know. It's not the same without you here."

Over his shoulder, Aziraphale froze as he saw another familiar figure leave the building.

Their eyes met over Muriel's shoulder and Aziraphale murmured, "The Almighty. 

As the woman walked at a brisk pace, Muriel put a hand on Aziraphale's arm and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "She is your mother, after all."

Aziraphale took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, let's go."

A short time later, they were both sitting in a small restaurant, chatting animatedly about the latest news, happy to catch up.

Muriel asked, "So how's life as an antiquarian?"

Aziraphale smiled before answering, "Well, it's been a challenge starting out on my own, it's one thing to do it as a hobby, sometimes it's frustrating depending on the clientele, but basically I..."

Muriel interrupted with a smile, "Say no more, you're having fun. I can see that. You seem to be blossoming."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "It's true, I'm my own boss too, and on the whole it works out pretty well."

Muriel clinked her wine glass against their friend's and said gently, "I'm so happy for you."

"By the way, I bought a house..."

Muriel's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "So your business is doing really well!"

Aziraphale chuckled.

"I have mortgaged to my underwear, but I don't regret it."

"You never regretted leaving HH?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "As much as I know you love working there, that big, cold, sterile corporation just isn't for me. When Mother set it up after my father died, she promised there would be an antique furniture restoration department for me, but she got lost in the race for power and never kept her promise." He swallowed a sip of wine before continuing, "Does she ever ask about me?" 

Muriel shook their head, "She's too busy getting new contracts and I don't think she likes me very much, I guess she thinks I'm dim. I even thought she was going to fire me today because I didn't make enough sales."

Aziraphale put his hand on theirs and said gently, "Don't worry, you know her tantrums, she'll be her old self tomorrow."

They dropped the subject of his mother and continued to chat happily the rest of the evening, neither of them noticing the passing of time. 

As they left the restaurant, Aziraphale offered to drop Muriel off at their place before heading back to the lake house.

As he started, he said to his friend, "If you don't mind, I'd like to mail a letter before I go, which is what I came for in the first place."

Muriel nodded and five minutes later he parked the Beetle on a street corner and walked around looking for the address on Crowley's letter.

He muttered to himself, "33 Great Marlborough St."

Muriel, who had followed him, asked, "What is it?"

Aziraphale looked around in confusion and replied, "I'm not sure."

His friend insisted, "Who lives there?"

He shook his head and replied, "I don't really know."

Aziraphale triple-checked, but he was in the right place, no doubt about it. The problem was that at this address there was only a recently dug foundation, a sign announcing a new building soon, but no habitable structure.

He checked the address one last time, and then he noticed something strange.

It was dated March 27, 2024.

Crowley walked the school hallways, examining the last letter from Aziraphale he'd found in the box. He read it for the fourth time and still didn't understand it.

There must be some mistake, I tried to deliver the letter personally, to the address you gave me, but there is no property at 33 Great Marlborough St, it's just a pile of rubble.

By the way, the date isn't right either.

Crowley scribbled a note and as soon as the class was over, he went to put the letter in the box.

At the lake house, Aziraphale leaned against the kitchen counter, reading the latest letter he'd received.

I got your last letter.

I don't know if you'll get my answer, but I want to get to the bottom of it.

By the way, for some reason the mail isn't coming to my address in London. I still have to pick it up by car. Anyway, all this is to say that I didn't make a mistake with the address.

I know where I live, thanks!  Okay, it's ugly, but it's not a pile of rubble either. I live on the fourth floor of a rather new building.

And last but not least, I'm not stupid, I live in 2024.

Aziraphale laughed darkly at what seemed to be a silly joke and continued reading.

Just out of curiosity, what year do you think it is?

A few days later, sitting on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, Crowley studied the latest note from Aziraphale. 

I'm living in 2022

SO PLEASE STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

Crowley laughed in disbelief and Harry looked at him before jumping up on the sofa and cuddling up to him.

He stroked the rabbit and thought before getting up and walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a shoebox full of photos.

He began to look through the photos. He came across one he'd forgotten, of himself when he was younger with his then-boyfriend, Furfur. They were in each other's arms, laughing, looking very much in love.

He looked at it for a second, then put it away and continued his search.

Finally, he found the photo he was looking for. It showed Crowley and a group of people out at night, wearing t-shirts and jeans as snow fell around them.

He turned it over and on the back was a date printed by the developer, APRIL 3, 2022.

The wind was blowing hard as Aziraphale arrived home to find the flag on the mailbox raised. Inside was a new letter from Crowley, which he grabbed before running up the path to the house as the sky began to darken.

After being greeted by the rabbit that had nearly knocked him down again, he read the letter while preparing his meal.

Since you don't believe me, I'll give you a little warning.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

I remember because it suddenly snowed at the beginning of April and for a long time.

After that, everyone got sick.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. Then he looked at the calendar to see that today was April 3rd and continued reading.

So, my mysterious pen pal, if you really are where... or when... you say you are... I hope you're getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of herbal tea, and eating fruit to store vitamins.

Warm milk with honey is also effective. 

And above all, wear warm clothes.

Aziraphale laughed and said aloud in a mocking tone, "Snow, right."

Having had more than enough of this oddity, he crumpled up the letter wanting to throw it away, took a few steps, and suddenly had to stop to sneeze.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

He froze, thinking about the contents of the letter, and instinctively walked over to the bay window.

There, he couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise. Not at the beauty of the landscape, but because he was shocked.

Outside it was snowing heavily.

He looked at the falling snow for a long time, and only when he felt a chill run through his body did he stop thinking. Feeling the cold coming, he made himself a cup of tea and decided to go to bed, as he was no longer hungry and just wanted to sleep. 

The next morning, bundled up in a heavy waistcoat, he went to the mailbox, which was covered with the snow that had fallen during the night, and after struggling with the flap, he quickly slipped a letter inside and closed the box. He looked at it, almost afraid it would bite him, and then raised the little red flag.

The Lake House - April 4 - 2024

Crowley opened the box, removed the letter from Aziraphale, and lowered the flag.

He unfolded it and saw that it consisted of a single line.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Crowley, his hands shaking, picked up a pen and replied before placing the letter back in the box and raising the flag. 

The Lake House - April 4 - 2022

Aziraphale stared at the snow-covered mailbox from the house and was shocked to see the flag lowering by itself, and this began to frighten him a little. He got out and went to the mailbox, but when he got there he was shaken by a sneeze that made him bend over. When he looked up he saw that the flag had come back up. 

"What the hell?!"

Although this really scared him, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the mailbox with a trembling hand to take out what seemed to be the same paper he'd mailed. Slightly disappointed, but also reassured that the flag thing was probably just the wind, he sighed and relaxed.

But as he unfolded the note, his heart leapt into his chest.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

YES.

April 5, 2024

Crowley returned to his apartment in a daze. Sensing that something was wrong with his owner, Harry didn't run this to him this time and followed him into the living room.

Crowley took him in his arms and set the rabbit next to him on the sofa. Harry rested his head on Crowley's knee as Crowley absentmindedly scratched his head.

After a few moments, the professor picked up a piece of paper and began to write. 

April 5, 2022

Aziraphale lay on his bed, surrounded by used tissues, still unable to believe the words on the letter from Crowley that had just arrived in the box. The rabbit that had truly made his home with him lay at the foot of his bed.

I don't know about you, but I don't even know what questions to ask. 

Can you tell me something that might shed some light?

Aziraphale shook his head, then got up and walked around the house, thinking, trying to find a connection, when he arrived at the front door and saw the rabbit's paw prints outside.

He grabbed a piece of paper near his phone and scribbled quickly.

I think we have the same pet.

Let's do a little test so we don't always have to wait for the other one to answer. Let's meet on April 7th at 10 a.m. in front of the mailbox at the Lake House.

He put the letter in the mailbox, raised the flag, and went home to crawl under his comforter, exhausted from cold and excitement.

April 6, 2024

Crowley rose early to drive to the lake house, hoping his mysterious pen pal had responded. His heart pounding, he saw that the flag was raised. He ran to the box, opened it, and grasped the small piece of paper with trembling fingers.

He replied and put the note back in the mailbox.

Is it a white rabbit?

"See" you tomorrow then ;-)

Thus began, two years apart, an extraordinary exchange of letters, punctuated by the movement of a small flag on a mailbox.

April 7, 2022/2024 - 10:00 a.m.

A: Good morning, and yes, it is a rabbit.

C: Does it rub against your legs when you come in and follow you until it's fed?

A: Yes.

C: I named it Harry.

Aziraphale looked at the rabbit at his feet and said, "Nice to meet you, Harry."

The little rabbit rubbed against him as if it understood.

C: Perhaps we could introduce ourselves properly.

I'm Crowley, you know, and I've just arrived as a professor of astronomy at an institute for special students.

A: My name is Aziraphale. I'm an antiquarian and a collector. I have a little shop called A.Z. Fell & Co. 

I'm still trying to figure it out. If in two years you are living in a building at 33 Great Marlborough St... which doesn't exist yet... where are you, uh, "now", my now, in 2022?

C: I'm studying for my doctorate in astrology at Westminster School.

Crowley stopped writing and looked around before continuing.

C: And now I'm corresponding in an extremely weird way with someone I've never met. Too, too, too weird!!!

A: What's it like in 2024?

C: It's great. Everyone is driving around in flying cars. We all wear metal colored suits and we all have super powers.

Aziraphale smiled at the joke before reading on.

C: Nothing has really changed. No. We have 5G, Twitter has become Xitter since Musk bought it. No, there has been no big change.

I have to go, I have a class this afternoon. I won't be able to be there for another three days, my next day off.

But... one thing worries me. What if by sending these letters, by communicating in this way, we inadvertently change the course of time itself, change the history of mankind forever?

Aziraphale thought for a moment before answering.

A: You're right. Let's not do that.

Aziraphale posted the letter and entered the house, Harry rubbing his feet as usual and beginning to follow him.

The antiquarian exclaimed, "Harry! That's enough!"

He took the rabbit in his arms and placed it next to where it usually ate and ordered it, "You wait here and stop following me."

For three days he repeated the same trick several times until Harry did indeed wait quietly by his bowl. He gave the rabbit a small piece of carrot to congratulate him and said softly, "Good boy."

Then, despite what they seemed to have decided, he wrote a short note and went to put it in the mailbox, raising the flag. 

He only hoped that Crowley would still come and check.

April 10, 2024

Crowley reread the letter as he entered his apartment, understanding absolutely nothing.

Sorry, I took the liberty of altering the future and changed one little thing.

Crowley closed the door and while he expected to be nearly knocked down by Harry, who always ran between his legs, nothing happened.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see teh rabbit bravely waiting for him next to its food bowl.

No need to thank me.

Crowley laughed out loud in a way he hadn't in a long time.

The next day, as he sat in class waiting for the next students to arrive, he was still wondering how he could thank Aziraphale, when Pepper suddenly appeared shyly on the doorstep.

Which was strange, because the bubbly girl was anything but shy, especially around him.

Surprisingly, since Crowley had told the students that he wanted them to ask him questions, to discuss his classes, it wasn't unusual for her to linger at the end of a class to discuss with him a contrary or not so contrary view of the class topics.

Crowley's colleagues had told him that it was the first time since Pepper's arrival at the Academy that anyone had managed to captivate her like that.

"Ahem, Professor... Crowley?" 

"Crowley will suffice as always, Pepper," Crowley replied quietly before inviting her in with a gesture.

She reached over and placed something on his desk as she said, "Um... I wanted to thank you for always taking the time to answer me whenever I come in and whatever my question is, so I prepared this little something for you myself."

Crowley, touched, unwrapped the small package and took out a pretty bookmark in a shade of blue, adorned with stars; he looked at it more closely and gasped, "But it's..."

"You told us about your rabbit, so I put the rabbit constellation on it."

He looked up and said in a soft, emotional voice, "Thank you, Pepper, that's very thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome! See you later." 

She turned and walked away, her usual lively stride.

Crowley looked at the bookmark for a long time; it had been ages since anyone had made such a thoughtful gesture for him, especially for something he'd done.

"Congratulations, Professor."

He looked up at the owner of the voice that had torn him from his thoughts, Anathema.

"What?"

"You are one of the chosen few who have the privilege of being among the people Pepper respects the most. She only gives this kind of personal gift to people she holds in high esteem."

"Oh..."

Anathema leaned against the doorframe and continued, "I came to invite you tonight. We're having a movie night with a small group of colleagues, the ones you know, in the video room. Are you interested?" 

A while back, Crowley would have declined, but tonight, perhaps because of Aziraphale or thanks to him, he decided to accept and replied, "I'll come, thanks for thinking of me. What movie?"

“You've got mail.”

Crowley exclaimed, “One of my favorite film along with Richard Curtis' romcoms!” 

Anathema chuckled softly and continued, "We'll meet there after class, and as soon as everyone's there, we'll get started. Newt will bring food and drinks."

A few hours later, they were discussing the movie over beers and burgers. There was Eric, Anathema, Newt, and even Mrs. Tracy, the principal.

At the end, Anathema laughed about the main characters, "Honestly, it's so stupid, I wouldn't have waited, I would have gone to see her as soon as I knew who she was. Why wait when you know she's your soul mate?"

Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's last letter in his pocket before saying quietly, "I think there's something pure about it. A correspondence with no social barriers, no looks, no pretense... no need to worry about details. There's something exciting about it."

Crowley didn't realize they were all looking at him, surprised to see him show so much passion, and Anathema nudged him, "You got someone in your life, Crowleyyyy?"

"Hm?"

Mrs. Tracy gave him a knowing look and insisted, "It's hard not to notice you writing or reading letters all the time."

Crowley blushed slightly before replying, "It's not that kind of relationship, though it's true I've never met him."

Anathema asked, curious, "Why?" 

"Let's just say it's... complicated."

Seeing that Crowley had no desire to dwell on the subject, the others changed the subject and, discussing the movie, continued to enjoy a pleasant evening.

Later, on his way home, Crowley felt a pleasant warmth. 

For the first time in a long time, he did not feel lonely.

He felt in his pocket the bookmark Pepper had given him and suddenly knew what he could do for Aziraphale.

The next morning, he went to a clothing stores in search of what he had in mind.

Three hours later, at the lake house, he dropped a letter with a small package in the mailbox. He raised the flag and headed back to town.

April 12, 2022

Aziraphale had just gotten up, and as he had every morning since this strange correspondence began, he went to check the mail and was pleasantly surprised to see the little flag up. He returned to the house a little later with a letter and a small package.

He opened the package and took out a beautiful tartan scarf. He wrapped it around his neck, sat down in his chair with a cup of tea and began to read the letter.

Thank you for educating my little Harry. Here's a little gift to show my appreciation.

Put it on and don't take it off for the rest of the month. It will be cold until the end of April.

Aziraphale tightened the scarf around his neck and smiled softly.

Aziraphale, I don't know if what we are doing will change the course of time, but what I am sure of is that it is having a positive impact on my life, so I don't want to stop.

This connection I have with you has allowed me to reach out to others and for the first time in a long time I don't feel alone.

I don't want to stop.

But if you want me to, I'll do it, you just have to let me know.

April 15th, 7:00 a.m., I'll come and get your answer.

Sincerely, Crowley.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

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Bruises

So I just uploaded this onto my Wattpad, you can find it under the name KissingPrentiss or Jennifer Jareau Oneshots! I'm still trying to figure out how to make masterlists again bcos I haven't really written on Tumblr for a while so bare with me! Anyway enjoy, I thought of this idea randomly :)

JJ x Fem!Reader (Y/n & JJ are married, Henry exists! Will does not)

The unsub fights back JJ, but the blonde gives him a good punch until Derek arrests him. JJ comes home to her girlfriend with bruises, which worries her. But shes one hell of a proud wife.

JJ knew that going in first and alone would be dangerous, Derek was right behind her though, watching out for the blonde, gun trained. 

When JJ spotted the unsub she tried to reason with him, just so she could atleast get behind him and arrest him, get the guy to co-operate. But he was beyond that when he lunged forward and pushed JJ harshly against the wall, throwing a few punches her way, to the point she was almost pinned, until she got the better of him, with her knee she kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the face, her knuckle was probably going to have bruises, but it was worth it.

Derek ran over, and got the unsub, whilst JJ untied the victim. Both of them exiting the building. To where Emily forced JJ to get looked at by the paramedics, despite the blonde protesting saying that she was fine and it would only be a few bruises. Yeah...a few. There were bruises on her stomach, somehow a scratch on her cheek and also two deep bruises on her neck, which could be seen as something else, unless they knew what happened.

Derek came over to check on JJ, a smile on his face "got a little beaten up, huh?" He asked. Knowing the answer, Derek knew that JJ would be okay but he still showed a bit of worry. "Yeah, but I'll be okay" JJ added, reassuring him. 

"I know you will, I'm proud of you for it, guess the lessons are paying off" Derek added, giving JJ a smile. The blonde chuckled. "Yeah and its thanks to you." The paramedic cleared JJ, she stood up from the ambulance and walked over to the others with Derek. "The question is..." JJ knew he was going to mention her wife Y/n.

"Of course Y/n would be worried, but I updated her about it while I was getting checked over. Shes adorable, all worried and then called me a badass." JJ chuckled again. "Well shes damn right, now lets finish this case so you can get home to your girl." JJ agreed.

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The jet landed, everyone had to go back to Quantico to get some personal stuff. JJ' car in the parking lot. Once she began driving home, her phone rang, connecting it to the bluetooth on her car radio. Y/n' voice was heard. "Hi JJ" she speaks softly over the phone. "Hi Y/n, its good to hear your voice." She adds, smiling, not that Y/n could see her. 

"When are you getting home? I know its late and you told me to get some rest but I didn't want to go to bed without you." Y/n spoke truthfully, which made JJ' heart melt. God, she loved this woman so much.

"I'm in the car, so I'd say in five minutes. I love you." JJ added.

"I love you too Jayje, see you soon." Y/n replied, and with that the call was over. 

When JJ got home, parking the car in the driveway, she opened the front door, shutting it and just as she did, Y/n walked down the hall. Usually JJ would be greeted with Y/n pulling her into a tight hug or their son Henry would come running, but it was eleven p.m at night, he was in bed for school. So both women had to be quiet. 

"Oh JJ, are you okay?" Y/n asked her wife, noticing the bruises on her face, neck and knuckles, along with the scratch on her cheek. Y/n caressed JJ' arm lightly. JJ had already updated Y/n on what happened over texts but she didn't say exactly the serverity, which it wasn't severe but Y/n was still going to worry, she always will. "Yeah, I'm fine Y/n. I'm just glad to be home. You don't need to double check the bruises darling" JJ reassured her wife as best she could. KNowing that Y/n being a nurse, she would want to. 

"Okay, I believe you, those lessons with Derek really paid off, I'm very proud of my badass wife! Anyway, how about I run you a bath and have you eaten?" Y/n asked, JJ smiled at her. She'd never had someone like Y/n care for her so much, she wasn't used to this despite them dating for five years and married for three. But she loves Y/n with all her heart. She loves the little family that they created. "Y/n, baby, its eleven at night. I had some food on the jet. Having a day off tomorrow so we can share the bath too" JJ smirked. 

"Okay, well lets get you out of these clothes and into some comfy, then we can rest okay? My badass wife" Y/n mentioned, JJ winked at her with another chuckle. The two women headed upstairs, JJ peaking into their sons bedroom, he was fast asleep. As she followed Y/n into their shared bedroom. Y/n helped her wife out of her blouse, throwing that in the laundry basket along with her jeans. Y/n ouldn't help but kiss JJ, lightly kissing the blondes neck, where the bruises were, to her chest. JJ undid her bra and threw that on the floor somewhere. Giving Y/n a view of her body.

"Even with those bruises, you're so beautiful" Y/n complimented as she took in the sight of her wifes beautiful body. Placing a kiss on top of one of the bruises on her chest, JJ let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Y/n, if you don't stop we won't be sleeping any time soon. And plus we'd have to be very quiet." JJ mentioned. Earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"You're right, let me kiss you, one more time." Y/n added, and JJ agreed. This time JJ took charge, pressing her body against her wifes, crashing her lips against Y/n' in a fiery, passionate kiss. Nipping her wifes bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Get something comfy on and come to bed" Y/n whispered in her ear, shivers down JJ' spine. Looking in the wardrobe, putting a tank top on and some lounge shorts, she headed over to the bed, laying in the sheets next to Y/n. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around JJ, protectively and placed another kiss on her neck "good night my love" she whispers to JJ. 

"Goodnight, baby" JJ added, closing there eyes and drifting to sleep, finally. JJ loved it when Y/n wrapped her arms around her protectively, content that she had found the love of her life and a son to come home to.

[themculibrary]

Firefighter AU Masterlist

9-1-1 (ao3) - amoree999 steve/bucky N/R, 7k

Summary: Sirens

“Firefighter fell through a two story burning building, unconscious possible concussion and internal bleeding” Paramedic Chi tells the attending nurses who flock the gurney being wheeled into the ER.

“What do We got?” Steve asks jumping into action, “Firefighter hurt on the job fell through a two story burning building Medics said possible concussion and internal bleeding” Danvers says, “Danvers run a line of blood, plasma, vitamin K and platelets” Rogers says, “Jones help me with his uniform” Steve says cutting the turn outs off the firefighter and taking his helmet along with the rest of his gear off. Rogers listens to his heart, lungs, and checks his airways before pressing around on his stomach looking for the source of his internal bleed. “Abdominal bleed left side” He says, “Jacques! Page the attending tell ‘em to open an OR now!” He checks the fireman’s pupillary response, “Both left and right pupils responding normal, CAT scan after he comes out of surgery. Airways are clear but treat him for smoke inhalation anyway, his mask was cracked. MOVE PEOPLE!”

45 minutes earlier….

Burnt Sand (ao3) - maikurosaki steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Steve Rogers thinks he's completely fine: he's a great firefighter, he has awesome friends, and his occasional interactions with Bucky Barnes always put a smile on his face. But, in between a rescue mission at work that leaves him shaken and a blast from the past that leaves him reeling, Steve comes to the realization that he needs to be brave and go after what he wants. The problem is he's not sure he can follow this through.

Or: Steve Rogers is a firefighter with commitment issues. Bucky Barnes is an army veteran turned bartender with a different set of issues. Somehow, they make it work.

Engine 12 (ao3) - bethy_277 pepper/tony, hope/scott N/R, 41k

Summary: Tony Stark is a 30something firefighter in New York City, when he saves 6 year old Peter Parker from a fire. The kid loses his parents in the fire, and for some reason, he takes a place in Tony's heart.

Eternal Flame (ao3) - 74days steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 14k

Summary: There's a bet at the Firehouse that Barton'll go for more than anyone else at the Charity Auction - and Bucky finds himself roped into the whole thing against his will.

It's all fun and games until a mystery phone bidder pays waaaaay to much to get Bucky alone.

He's gonna end up dead in an alleyway because of Barton and his stupid bet.

Everything Happens For A Riesling (ao3) - TaraSoleil G, 1k

Summary: A fire at Stark's mansion leaves firefighters Steve & Bucky trapped.

Gotta Have Some Hot Stuff, Gotta Have Some Love Tonight (ao3) - OriginalCeenote bucky/clint, steve/sam M, 5k

Summary: “We’ve got another call, Barton.”

“Huh?”

“Get back in the rig. Stop staring at Barnes’ ass.” Nat’s voice sounded more amused than impatient, and Clint realized that he was staring. Wasn’t his damned fault that Barnes was wearing those khaki Dickies pants, was it?

I Stare Into the Fire (It Signifies My Desire) (ao3) - laudatenium steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: They keep telling Tony to evacuate. The smoke's too thick, he'll suffocate.

But who's gonna force him to leave? Not the fire captain, no sir.

More than Friends (ao3) - Neverever steve/tony T, 7k

Summary: Deputy Police Chief Tony Stark wonders if there is more to his flirting with the new Fire Chief Steve Rogers. After all, everyone treats them like they come as a matched set. Meanwhile Steve wants to find the serial arsonist in town.

not shy of a spark (ao3) - burning_brighter art (burning_brighter), cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) steve/bucky, wanda/sam E, 5k

Summary: EMT Steve doesn't like firefighters. They're arrogant, more muscle than brains, and everyone falls over themselves for these supposed heroes. He really can't stand them, and doesn't understand how his friend and colleague Wanda can be attracted to any of them.

Firefighter Bucky going into an unsafe building with an oxygen tank that's low is just more proof of their stupidity. But when Bucky comes out of the building cradling a tiny cat to his chest, Steve can't help but be a little endeared.

It doesn't change anything though; firefighters are still the worst.

Or that's what he tells himself, even as he goes to check up on the cat later that week.

Definitely to check on the cat, not because he wants to see Bucky again. He certainly isn't disappointed to hear Bucky has transferred to another firehouse.

It's also what he tells himself when Bucky shows up to work at Steve's firehouse the next week. Steve doesn't do firefighters. No matter how cute. Right?

Unfortunately, Bucky turning out to not be as bad as he initially thought - and maybe also his tendency to walking around half naked at work - makes it a little harder for Steve to stick to his story.

Playing with Fire (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/clint E, 5k

Summary: “Three o’clock,” Natasha says and Clint looks automatically, not registering the glint of mischief in her eyes until he’s already looking.

“Why is he stripping,” Clint whispers, outraged.

Bucky Barnes is standing a few meters away from them, tugging his shirt over his head. He doesn’t wax his chest during the winter months, apparently, because there’s a trail of dark hair that Clint really, really wants to get his mouth on. He’s stuck staring like an idiot as Bucky throws his shirt over the door of the firetruck, every inch of his ridiculously hot upper half on display. He can almost feel the brain cells in his head frying just from the sight.

Stoke This Fire In My Heart (ao3) - JustAnotherMarvelGirl wanda/vision T, 1k

Summary: When Wanda gets injured on the job, Vision can't deny his feelings for her anymore.

The best view comes after the hardest climb (ao3) - hopelessly_me bucky/clint T, 1k

Summary: On the ten year anniversary of 9/11, Bucky finally joined his support group in participating in the 911 Tower Challenge.

The Hazards Of Falling In Love (Rescue Me) (ao3) - EmmaLostInWonderland T, 4k

Summary:

“So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.”

“Are we?”

Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?”

The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.”

// Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

The heat of you (ao3) - queerastronaut sam/bucky, background carol/maria M, 15k

Summary: Sam's a paramedic. Bucky's a firefighter. They hate each other's gut but somehow, they keep saving each other's lives. Until one day, the fire gets too big too fast and Sam realizes that he may not hate James Barnes as much as he thought.

the new romeo and juliet (ao3) - imposterhuman bucky/tony G, 2k

Summary: Bucky and Tony weren’t dating, because a firefighter and a detective couldn’t date (never mind that Tony hadn’t slept with anyone else since their thing had started, and he and Bucky hung out with an alarming frequency, and the whole precinct thought that they were an item). It didn't matter how many nights they spent together, how Bucky had a drawer of Tony's things and vice versa, they just couldn't.

It was a classic Romeo and Juliet situation, if Romeo and Juliet actively disliked each other on top of everything.

Trying to Stay Warm (ao3) - freedvmrouge G, 2k

Summary: After waking up from the ice, what if Steve became a firefighter-paramedic instead?

Wildfire (ao3) - 70SecretKinks steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: No amount of training in the world could prepare rookie firefighter Steve Rogers for the force and fury of a California wildfire. But even a sea of fiery flames paled in comparison to hot-as-hell fellow fireman, Bucky Barnes.

[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day eleven - “you’ll be okay”

notes: welcome to day 11! throwing it all the way back this sunday and posting the very first stellaride story I ever wrote. enjoy!

read on AO3 or below

Severide was sitting on the back bumper of the Squad truck, an instant ice pack held to the side of his head. His head hurt, thanks largely to the knucklehead they had just rescued, but he was certain it wasn’t anything more than just a bump and a headache. Unfortunately, Boden had seen and heard the hit and told him, in no uncertain terms, to sit down, shut up, and wait to be checked out by the medics.

All around him, there was noise and activity and while he was positive he didn’t have a concussion, the hustle and bustle of the scene did nothing to ease the hammering ache that had taken up residence in his head.

Trying to ignore the pounding in his head, Kelly focused on the people around him. Squad was loading their tools and ropes back into their truck, the members of Truck were clearing up the scene, and Sylvie and Stella, who was filling in for Gabby for a bit, were checking out the last two accident victims.

Both paramedics looked to be finishing up with their patients and, as luck would have it, Stella finished first and made her way over to him.

“What happened to you?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Hit my head on the frame when the driver freaked out,” Severide answered, moving the ice pack away so Stella could probe his head. “I’m fine, but Boden saw it happen and told me to get checked out.”

“And you listened? I’m shocked.” Stella commented. Happy with her examination of his head, she moved on to continue her concussion check.

Severide scoffed playfully. “I listen.”

“Mhm.”

Stella continued her examination, going above and beyond and checking more than just Kelly’s head. After all, everyone at 51 knew his habit of hiding and playing down injuries and ailments. Satisfied with her exam, Stella took a step back and gave Severide some space.

Before she could say anything, Boden walked over. “How’s he doing, Kidd?”

“Well, he’s probably going to have one hell of a headache for a day or two but no concussion. He’ll be okay.” Stella turned her attention back to Severide. “Keep the ice pack on until we get back to the station, then you should be good. Take some Tylenol if the pain gets to be too bad and if anything changes or your symptoms worsen, tell me or Brett immediately.”

Boden turned to look at his Lieutenant. “Did you get that Severide? I will gladly send you to Med for a full work up.”

“Yeah Chief, I got it.”

Boden nodded once, then moved away, once again leaving Stella and Severide alone. Severide rolled his eyes at the Chief’s retreat and looked at Stella with a smirk. He sobered when he saw the serious look on her face.

“I’m serious Kelly,” Stella urged, arms crossed over her chest. “Head injuries are serious.”

“I know, and I meant what I said. I heard you and the Chief loud and clear.” Severide said seriously, standing up from where he’d been sitting. “I will tell you or Brett the second something feels off.”

“You better.”

Severide nodded and stared at her for a moment before breaking eye contact. “Squad 3, let’s finish up!”

… … …

Hours later, after dinner had been cleaned up and everyone had dispersed throughout the station, Severide was in his dimly lit office lying across his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. He had long since given up on completing the paperwork currently strewn across his desk, the pounding in his head too distracting to focus. He hadn’t planned on turning in for the night, but once he laid down, he didn’t want to get up again.

When he heard a knock at the door, he was ready to yell at whoever was there but when Severide moved his arm and saw Stella, he sat up. “Hey.”

“I brought you another ice pack, and some more Tylenol because I know you haven’t taken any more since we got back to the station,” Stella said as she entered his office and sat next to him on the bed. “How’s your head?”

“It hurts,” Severide said. He looked at Stella with a small smirk. “But a very nice paramedic checked me out and told me I’d be OK.”

Stella snorted. “Sounds like you had a great paramedic checking you out.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.”

Stella smirked and handed Severide Tylenol and a bottle of water. When he didn’t take them immediately, she quirked an eyebrow at him. Severide huffed out a chuckle and took the pills Stella had given him, setting the water bottle on the floor beside his bed.

Stella cracked the instant ice pack in her hands to get it cold then tossed it to Severide, who lifted it up to his head. When he immediately complied, Stella knew he hurt more than he let on. Kelly Severide liked to play the tough guy but Stella could see through his act. Severide groaned dramatically at the cold. Stella rolled her eyes and stood up.

“Get some sleep,” Stella murmured as she gently pushed his shoulder to get him to lie back down. “You’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” Severide asked teasingly.

Stella glared at him, but there was no fire behind it. “I promise.”

[gucciwins]

Hi babe ❤️

If you’re writing for Bel and Harry, I would love something where she gets hurt or sick and he takes care of her 🥺

thank you so much doll! loved this little blurb idea only around 900 words <3333

//

Bel had done most of her stunts. She also knew when it was okay to step back and let her stunt double do their job. Bel was on her mark, waiting for the director to yell action. One second she was running, and the next, she was on the floor holding her head. The team medic was above her, talking to her, but everything was ringing loud, and her body felt sore.

She fell. 

She messed up the stunt. She is now delaying filming. 

“I’m sorry,” she manages to say over all the chattering above her. 

Paramedic Mathias shook his head, giving her a slight grin. She knew his name because she introduced herself to him at the start of filming, wanting to ensure she knew everyone she would be working with. 

“She needs to go to the hospital. I don’t want her to have any fractures we can’t see and make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”

“I’m fine,” Bel groans, trying to sit up. 

“Y/N stop. This is serious,” Emerson tells her, and she sighs. “Sure, okay.” 

It’s terrible because she doesn’t remember the car ride to the hospital. All she knows is that she was admitted and now lays in an uncomfortable hospital bed with a gown that washes her out. Staying at the hospital is only making her feel worse. All the tests they do on here are so exhausting that Bel can’t help but go to sleep. She knows it’s terrible and risking making her concussion worse, but she wants the pain to leave. 

She wakes up hours later to Emerson reading a book that Bel had been carrying in her bag for weeks, saying she wanted to find time to read it but never could. 

“Em?” 

“Hi, hi. You okay? Head okay?” 

“Tired.” 

“That’s okay. It’s normal. Do you want me to get the doctor?” 

Bel nods, and two seconds later, she’s walking out, leaving her all alone. She’s not sure what time it is. All she knows is she’s hungry, and she wants her phone to talk to Harry. He’ll make her feel better than he always does. 

Emerson comes back in with a tall female wearing a white coat with red hair. 

“Ms. Belmonte, how are you?” 

“You tell me, Doctor Conte,” Bel reads from the white coat.

Her doctor chuckles lightly, “well, you’ve suffered no fractures or cuts.”

“Sounds like a but is coming.” 

“Well, Bel, you have suffered a grade two concussion. The paramedic said you were out for five minutes, but you knocked out on us for over an hour during your exams.” 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“I’m going to ask you a set of questions. It can be common to experience amnesia for a grade two after a hit you took.” 

“Sure, doc.” 

“Name?” 

“Y/N Belmonte.” 

“Where are you?” 

“A hospital.” 

“What day is it?”

“It was a Friday.” 

Doctor Conte chuckles, “all good. Now Emerson will ask you a few about things only close people to you should know.” 

“Like my passwords?” Bel groans, “those are fuzzy right now.” 

“No, like, where do you live?” 

“London.” 

“Who’s your manager?”

“Viola.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“No.” 

“Well, she seems—no,” Emerson shouts. “Doc sh–she needs more exams.”

Bel rolls her eyes, “stop screaming. My head hurts.” She shifts the covers to cover her exposed chest. “MY boyfriend is named Harry.” 

“Oh, thank god. I wasn’t sure how to break that to him.” 

“Ms. Belmonte, please refrain from any more jokes at the time.” 

“Sorry, Doctor.” 

“We’ll hold you for 24 hours, then you’ll be free to go.”

“When can I go back to work?” 

“A week. You’ll be fine in two weeks, but you’ll have to come in for check-in to make sure the swelling has gone down.” 

“Thank you.” 

Doctor Flores excuses herself, leaving Bel with Emerson, who is ready to scold her for scaring her with a joke like that, when there’s a knock on the door, and a nurse peeks her head in. 

“Hi, you’ve got a visitor.” 

The door is pushed open, and Harry walks in, his face full of worry. It’s clear he hasn’t slept. Bel did that to him, and she hates it. 

“Baby, oh, you’re okay.” He rushes to her side, scanning every inch of her body to ensure Bel is okay.

“I’m okay. The doctor said it was a concussion.”

Harry runs his hand down his face, “god, I never want to get a call like that again.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, baby. It’s okay.” 

“They promised it was safe, or I wouldn’t have done it. I’m not even sure what happened,” Bel confesses. 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m here to take care of you.” 

Bel laughs, thinking he’s joking, but he means it by the serious look on his face. “H, you’ve got to work. Em will take care of me. Viola is also coming.” 

Harry shakes his head, “I’m staying. I worked it out with Jeff already. I’m here until you’re cleared.” 

“H,” Bel sighs. “Thank you. I really need you.” 

He leans in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m here for whatever you may need.” 

“Well, in that case, a kiss might heal me.” 

Harry chuckles, shaking his head but doesn’t say no. He leans in, connecting his soft lips with Bel’s dried lips due to all the hours she slept. 

“I love you, Bel.”

“I love you, too.” Bel steals a chaste kiss before snuggling deeper into her hospital pillows. “If you’re here for whatever I need, think cuddles are a good way to start.”

“As you wish, my love.”

[wrencatte]

For the wip thing, what’s sacrifice play about 👀?

sacrifice play! Which is now officially titled "dear listeners, here is a list of things." Which is, actually, inspired by your piece! If You Just Say The Word, I'll Be There By Your Side. It's my part 1 is Robin!Jason and part 2 is Red Hood!Jason (which is where the whump is). Two similar instances at galas during two different time periods (except the Red Hood portion is super whumpy) I've actually recently posted a snippet of Robin!Jason, but I'll post my most recent mashings of that one

Bruce swings an arm around Jason, hugging him tightly against his side. Jason huffs, pressing his face into his jacket to hide a blush Bruce bets is there. Babs grins and winks before she gestures everyone out into the main lobby. The lights pop on, revealing unconscious men scattered around the room, all carefully tied up with their own zip ties.

“Are you okay?” he presses into Jason’s hair. He feels him nod rapidly. “We’re not going to Alejandro’s if you’re lying.”

Jason jerks away, affronted. “No take backs!” he hisses – reminding Bruce of a scruffy little kitten. He tamps down on the fond laugh at the mental image. “I came to the gala. It ain’t my fault it got interrupted!”

“Is that your way of telling me you’re hurt?”

He scowls – except it looks more like a pout. Bruce smooths back his hair, finds a darkening bruise on his temple. “Fine. One got me good in the head. I twisted my ankle. But I’m okay! We can still get ice cream.” His eyes flicker sideways then back up at Bruce. “Can we invite Tim?”

Bruce blinks, brows furrowing. “I don’t see why not,” he says slowly even as he crouches down to check Jason’s ankle. The boy lets him with a put-upon sigh. There isn’t any swelling at least, he probably just rolled it. “Hey, watch the finger.” Follows pretty well. His pupils are even. “We have to get checked out and give statements. If the paramedics aren’t worried then, yeah, we’ll still go to Alejandro’s and bring Tim.”

“But not his parents,” Jason says quickly.

“…what’s wrong with his parents?”

“Nothing!” That’s suspicious. “Seriously nothing. They’re just really stuffy. Tim was talkin’ about the etiquette classes they make him go to. He goes to boarding school,” he says in a mock-horror – but there is some real horror in there too and Bruce tries not to think about it too much. Either way his stomach rolls uncomfortably. “Dude’s gotta be bored there. It’s in the name!”

Bruce ruffles his hair. “That was bad, and you know it.” Jason just grins cheekily. “If his parents agree, that’s fine.” He hesitates then suggests, “Maybe a sleepover?”

Jason has mentioned a few friends here and there from school, but no one he’s ever invited over, and he’s never gone out with any of them for more than a couple hours after school. The fact he wants to bring Tim along is a huge step.

He gains a considering look but doesn’t answer beyond that which is a fair response. Bruce will let him think about it, for now he smiles at the cops entering the room finally, smiles brighter for the paramedics. Jason lets them know about Tim’s location in the security room – and Bruce wonders, faintly and with the tiniest bit of apprehension, what the hell they were doing in there.

Bruce keeps Jason tucked to his side and surveys the downed men once more with a proud little smile. Ten men, in the dark, no injures except for a rolled ankle and a bruised temple. Pretty damn good if he does say so himself.

—

Jason reaches up, yet again to fiddle with the knot of his tie. Eventually he scowls and rips the thing off from around his neck, shoving it in his pocket. He pops the top buttons of his shirt, pulling the collar away from his neck. Bruce, who had been watching fondly at a familiar habit, flinches and looks away from the puckered line across his son’s throat.

Bruce clears his throat and shuffles closer. “I’m glad you came,” he murmurs.

Jason side-eyes him, the scowl not changing. “Not for you,” he says under his breath then, before Bruce can tell him a resigned I know, he shoulder checks Bruce as he brushes past, making a beeline for Stephanie.

They duck their heads together, Stephanie gesturing excitedly and Jason nodding along like he’s listening intently. Tim sidles up, three champagne glasses of soda in hand that he passes one to each of them. Bruce stays against the wall, watching. Just…watching. His heart aching. Something burning behind his eyes.

[louis-damien]

Oh god. Oh holy shit i'm so fucking

[twoheartshookingup]

Beep | hv

Warnings: sad!Voight. Oops. Blame Rí. Also there’s not much smut but it fits this blog.

“Hank, please. Just there, please!” The words were pushed out in between gasps and moans, staring up at your boyfriend as he fucked into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to hold him to you as you ground down, desperation for your orgasm in every movement. His hand rubbed your clit, pinching and flicking to make you moan needily.

“Let me see you. C’mon, let me see your eyes when you cum on my cock.” He was holding back and you knew it, pulling him to you for a kiss and holding on as your orgasm flooded through you. Hank continued his movements until one final one thrust pulled him over the edge, his head collapsing into your neck and pushing kisses to your sweaty skin. He went to stand but you held onto him, feeling his smile against your bare chest. He gave you a quick kiss before standing and pulling you to him.

“I love you.” The words were new between you, the relationship that had started out as running into him after checking on Kim in the hospital and asking if he wanted a drink turning more serious than either of you had imagined. Dating your best friends boss wasn’t what you’d intended, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I love you too, Hank. So much.” He kissed you with a grin, returning with a cloth to clean you, pushing kisses to the fingertip bruises he’d left on your hips. It was romantic and sweet, a smile on both your faces as you went asleep curled in each other’s arms.

As standard he was awake before you, but you’d put your work bag in the car before going over to his place the previous night. Getting dressed in the clean shirt you’d left for these situations you followed the scent of bacon sizzling to the kitchen, fresh coffee in a CPD mug as Hank passed a breakfast sandwich to you.

“You know I get breakfast when I start my shift, right? I think Ritter was talking about breakfast burritos.” You took a bite, groaning at the taste.

“And I wanted to make breakfast for us, so what?” You stuck out your tongue and he kissed your nose, a smile on his face as you both ate. These were the moments you loved, when you got to be just who you were, not the Sergeant and the paramedic. But all too soon the alarm on your watch telling you to start heading to work went off.

“Stay safe,” Hank murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“I always do. Try not to get shot?” It was mostly a joke but he nodded seriously, giving you one last kiss before you left.

The shift itself didn’t have too many calls until mid afternoon, when your rig was called out to assist the cops. Nerves went up your spine at the thought of what you might find, but you pushed them down to focus on driving. Nobody knew that you and Hank were together, so even if he was involved you couldn’t say anything. But he’d be fine. When he finished work the following day the two of you would laugh about your fears.

Until you pulled the ambulance up and could see Kim’s work car, Adam’s jeep and Hank’s SUV that he’d had you ride him in the week before pulled to the side. But you steeled your face and helped Violet pull the gurney up, arriving at the command post. As soon as Hank saw you his face fell, but it was Kim’s tear streaked face and clear fear that scared you more.

“What’s going on?” Violet took control and you moved beside your best friend, squeezing her hand.

“Knock and talks, Ruzek knocked on the door and was pulled inside. We heard a gunshot, he claims he’s ok. They need a medic but only want CFD.” Hank spoke and you both nodded, Kim swallowing when the word “gunshot” was said.

“I’ll go in, I’m PIC. Can you handle out here?”

“Yeah, that—“

“Actually, Mikami, it’s safer for your partner.” You both stared at Jay, and you could feel Hank’s eyes on his second in command. “This isn’t an indictment of your abilities, but we were investigating a hate crime against a Japanese-American man. I don’t want to put anyone else in danger.” All eyes turned to you, and you glanced at Hank and could see the barely concealed fear in his eyes.

“That means I go in. I’ll make sure he’s ok, Kim. I promise.” She smiled weakly and nodded, wiping her eye and standing straight. Violet gave you a look.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can do it.”

“Let me get you a vest.” You follower Hank around the side of the mobile command unit, and once the two of you were as alone as possible he caged you against it.

“Are you sure? It’s dangerous. Can you—“

“Are you about to ask me if I can do my job?” It was a raised eyebrow and Hank shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

“Never, I know you can. I’m just gonna worry about you every minute you’re in there. They’re dangerous, Sweetheart.”

“I’ll be fine. Adam and I will be out in no time.”

He strapped the bulletproof vest tightly, pushing a kiss to your neck before looking you up and down.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Got it.”

You took the jump bag and went up to the house, arms outstretched.

“I’m a paramedic with the Chicago Fire Department. Can I come in?” You called, the door opening and letting you walk inside.

The pit in Hank’s stomach got deeper as he watched you walk inside and the door firmly shut behind you. Two of the people he cared most about were being held by a killer and he didn’t know what to do.

“They’re coming out.” He turned and looked at Kim, the way her face was fixed and sure. “Adam won’t leave Mak, and she’s happier than I’ve seen her in years. I think she’s dating again. Good for her.” It was a look that made him realise Burgess knew all, giving her a nod as eyes fixed to the door. It was quiet apart from the murmuring of people around him.

Until two gunshots rang out.

“GET IN THERE NOW!” He yelled, joining in the group. He joined the group entering, terrified for what he’d see. Ruzek was leaning over your body, pushing against your shoulder as blood began to pool under you.

“He shot her. I got the gun and got him, but it’s bad. It’s really bad.”

Hank felt like his world was collapsing. He watched as Mikami raced in, bandaging and doing her job. The bra he’d pulled off you the night before was unceremoniously cut open as electrodes were placed on your chest and the defibrillator tried to track a pulse.

“I have nothing. Halstead, drive the rig, get us to Med!” He watched as you were put on the gurney and run to the ambulance, the only noise he could hear the long, low beep of a heartbeat flatlining until the ambulance drove away.

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 29

Is everyone liking these long chapters? I don't want this series to be a million parts so I'm trying to cram more in.

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Part 28

Contains: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, more canon divergence (you could take a shot each time but I'd worry about your liver.) I promised a story with feminist undertones and going to stay that way, on this blog, we support sex workers. Loosely followed the plot of 2x05-2x08.

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The prison blues

"How bad is it?"

You shrugged, "too soon to know. The paramedics aren't worried about his spine so that's not a problem but head injuries are hard. Best case he's fine and just has a concussion, worst case he's got permanent brain damage."

Jax threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "this is the last straw, there'll be no holding Clay back now."

Opie rubbed his face, "I'm going to talk to Piney, he's going to go off the rails after this."

Jax shook his head, "we need to try and get on top of this."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "it was a car bomb Jax, there's no getting on top of that. Focus on making sure Clay doesn't go off the rails and get someone killed."

You nodded, "I'm going to head to St Thomas, I'll update you when I know more."

You pressed a kiss to Jax's lips and gave Opie a quick hug, "we're going to be ok. This is just a speed bump, you guys have been through a lot worse and come out the other side."

Gemma was sitting on the picnic benches, her head in her hands. "You doing ok?"

She shook her head, "no, why does this keep happening to us?"

You sat down next to her, "I have no idea, all I know is that Clay needs to pull back with Zobelle. As much as I disagree with you saying nothing about that night, I think your silence has slowed down whatever retribution Clay has planned."

She stood up and pulled you into a hug, "thank you."

You nodded, "I'm heading to the hospital, I'll keep everyone updated."

On your way to the hospital, you got a phone call from work, "we need you at the docks. Workers found ten barrels when they went to repair and hole in a cargo ship, there's got a body in each."

You sighed, "of course professor Holt, my friend's been badly injured and I need to stop the hospital so I'll be there in thirty."

You raced off to the hospital, getting there soon after Chibs. A nurse came to speak to you, "were you the first responder?"

You nodded, "yeah, something happened with the car he was working on and it blew. He was thrown clear and landed on his head. I need to update his family, what are we looking at.

"Nothing horrible as of yet, he has a subdural haematoma but they don't think he'll need surgery."

You looked towards the room Chibs was being treated in, "thank you. I need to leave for work but I'll update the family."

You got in the car and started driving towards to docks, calling Gemma on the way, "Hey, Chibs isn't out of the woods yet but it's looking good. He has a blood clot in his brain, a subdural haematoma but that's a watch and wait situation. If it gets worse, they'll need to go in a release the pressure but it's a very common procedure and they'd do multiple a week."

There was silence, "brain surgery?

She sounded very worried, "hopefully not, there's not point in worrying right now. We'll know soon, I'd do my best to check on him but this case is going to have me busy for the next month."

You arrived at the dock and got out of your car, greeting the port official as you walked to the barrels. "What do we have?" Jack was putting sand samples into a tube, Holt was talking to a cop and came over to tell you what was going on.

"A few hours ago, a team went to repair a hole a cargo ship and swam right through the barrels, out of curiosity, they opened one and found a body."

You rubbed your face, "how long before the body wagon comes?"

He looked at the port entrance, "once we get the scene processed."

So hours, "well shit, we better settle in. Thanks to Brenan Hefner there's no structure here, we'll be wading through bureaucratic bullshit till dawn."

****

You got to the lab just as the sun came up, "put the barrels on the platform, we'll start with the open one and go from there." It was hours before you got to sit down, just as you started your meal, Jax called.

"Oh hello my love, you have no idea how good it is to hear you voice."

He huffed, "well Darlin, I'm glad I could help. Mum said that Chibs is probably going to be ok."

You took a deep breath, "any news on what's going on?"

Jax inhaled audibly, "we're running down addresses now, Darby's run off and we've got a location on Zobelle, still waiting on info on Weston." You could tell he was worried.

"Will you be home tonight?"

You almost laughed, "no fucking way, the bodies are all over the place, different races, sexes and ages. From what we know so far, it could be a serial killer but it could also be a mob thing. I won't be home until I can identify at least one of them."

He let out a groan, "I'm sorry Darlin, if I have time I'll stop over to see you." you smiled, "thanks Jax."

"Y/N WE'VE GOT SOMETHING."

You dropped your hand onto the desk, "I've got to go my love, talk later."

****

Jax called Sam, after losing Ope on the highway, he wanted more backup than Hale to go to Weston's house. "I've got Weston's address, you want in?"

He could hear Sam's bike start up, "text it to me, I'm on my way."

Sam got there soon after Jax, "do you know if there's anyone there?"

Hale shrugged, "we're about to find out."

As they lined up at the door, they saw the curtain move, "window." Jax acknowledged Hale and went to the window while Sam went around the back.

Sam entered the home at the same time as Jax, just missing the other members as they approached, then there were gunshots.

They were crouched at opposite ends of the hallway, Sam waving his hand towards the mirror on the wall. When Jax looked, he saw a small boy holding a gun.

At that moment, Jax was beyond grateful you had shown him basic ASL. He looked at Sam moving his hand up and down like he was patting a dog.

"Child"

Sam shook his head, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanted to talk to your dad, I'm a friend of his."

The gun was still in the child's hand, "let me see the ink" Jax was confused, "what?" The gun was still up, "you tats, prove it."

Jax relaxed and pulled up his sleeve, "yeah ok. Just put the guns down" Jax put the gun on the ground "I got all kinds of in….."

BANG, BANG, BANG

Sam hit the deck and Jac dove over the child, "IT'S A KID, IT'S A KID."

Bobby ran in and took in the scene, "hold your fire."

Jax stood up and was met with a gun to his chest, "lair."

Click

Jax threw the kid onto the bed, "where's your dad shithead."

The child looked enraged, "I ain't telling you shit, race traitor."

Sam was standing at the door with his arms crossed, "call CPS, they shouldn't be alone in the house with firearms."

With one last glance at Clay, Sam and Jax left the house. Opie met them on the way out, "since when are you guys working with Hale?"

Sam huffed, "we just trying to fix the shitstorm, I'm about as happy with it as everyone else."

****

Jax had picked up and opened his phone at least six times, he knew he shouldn't call you with how busy you were but he was desperate for your input. He finally caved after Hale ran off to talk to Zobelle's daughter.

"Hello y/n phone, this is Angela."

Jax smiled, "hey doll, is y/n there?"

He heard Angela yell for you, "she's on her way, give her a few seconds to wash the corpse goop off her hands."

There was a rustle and then he heard your voice, "hello beloved, is everything ok?"

He felt like he could breathe again, "everything going well so far, have you heard about Chibs?"

He could tell you were tired, "he's still critical but the bleeding has stopped, if all goes well he'll be fine."

"Thank God. You doing ok?"

You groaned, "very very busy. We only spoke a few hours ago so you can't be calling because you miss me, what's going on?"

Jax chuckled, "I always miss you when you're not around, but I called for advice. You keep saying Zobelle has a plan, what do you think his end game is."

You really didn't have time for this, "he sent the War Boys away for assault and they run guns. He almost worked with The Mayans before Marcus cut ties. My guess is he wants to push you out so he can take over the drug and gun trade in the area."

Jax nodded to himself, at least you confirmed his suspicion, "is everything ok, you're not planning on doing something stupid are you."

Jax wished he could reassure you, "I'm not, but Clay is."

"Be careful, Jackson, Zobelle has always been ten steps ahead. I don't need you and Sam going to prison because Clay's an idiot and Opie's kids need him." Jax knew you were right.

"I know Darlin. Trust me, it's all going to turn out." It didn't matter, Clay and the guys were loading up into the van, Sam included. There was no way he wasn't going to at least try and keep his word to you so he followed.

****

Clay wasn't listening, "the cops are on their way, if we do this, we all go to jail." Sam and Jax exchanged a look, there was no stopping the train now.

When they broke in, it was clear this wasn't a membership rally, it was a church dinner. Jax felt rage first, then a strange sense of satisfaction, he was right, Sam was right, you were right.

He spotted the camera just as Clay was going to shoot Zobelle, people were running everywhere, screaming in fear.

"Opie, Sam, go after him."

Jax knew the cops were coming, he was going to keep his word to you. "We've got to get the hell out of here. OUT NOW" They ran outside only to be greeted by the cops.

"Drop the guns, now." Jax closed his eyes in resignation, moving slowly to put his gun on the ground. Sometimes he hated how right you could be.

Sam and Opie were following after Zobelle when Opie swerved to dodge a car and went head over foot off his bike and into a parked car. "You good?" Opie nodded and Sam helped him right his bike. They drove back to the other guys just in time to see them loaded into the back of a police van.

****

You could tell something was wrong when Sam walked into your office, "it went bad, didn't it?"

He sat down, "they've all been arrested. Zobelle planned the whole thing."

You wished you were surprised, "does someone need to get Opie's kids?"

Sam shook his head, "no, he was with me going after Zobelle when the cops got there."

You breathed a sigh of relief, "ok, if I leave now, I'll have to come back in the morning. In four hours, labour laws kick in and I get the next forty-eight off. We can talk about a way forward then."

You and Sam stood up and he pulled you into a hug, "you doing ok?"

You wanted to cry, "no, I'm not."

****

"They're jamming us, seven-figure bail, no court date, it's bullshit."

All you wanted to do was go home and sleep, "apparently, they have video tapes, women and children running screaming."

You tried to suppress a yawn, "if we get a bondsman, that's three-hundred thousand dollars? My book was published three days ago, and I got my advance today. That plus, I can get my paycheck for Anvil early and have it redirected from where it normally goes, that will cover the whole thing."

Gemma smiled softly, "I can't ask you do that by yourself, I'll post the house and cover part of it."

You nodded, "ok, at least some on the Anvil money can go where I want it."

Gemma was deep in thought, "what about Oswald?" You shook your head violently, "no fucking way. Rumour has it he and Jacob Hale are running for Major and unless you want this place to become a rat warren hellhole, Oswald has to run. Hale will use Oswald helping the Club to ruin his campaign. We have to cover this ourselves."

Rosin reached into his pocket, "Clay needs you to call Laroy and deliver this message, ASAP. I never saw it, never gave it to you." Rosin left and you followed to start getting the bail paid.

On the road home, you passed Jacob Hale who was about to enter impeccable smoke. On a whim, you parked on the other side of the street so you could watch him. The exchange was short, then Zobelle handed Hale a card. You waited a little while then got out, meeting Hale at a cafe.

"Hello Mr Hale, it's good to see you're dealing with the Neo-nazi problem. Tell me Jacob, if the people of Charming knew you were associating with a man who spends his free time throwing up the fascist salute, do you think they'd vote for you?"

He went pale, his face becoming sinister. "I didn't think of you as a blackmailer."

You shook your head, "not a blackmailer Jacob, just a proud American who thinks the only good Nazi is a dead one. My grandfather was fifteen when he joined the corp fight them, when he died he left my brother and I an armband he took from a Nazi he had killed on the battlefield. I can only think about what he'd say about you."

He stuttered, "I..I, you have to realise that before I do anything, I need to make sure what you're saying is true."

He shot you a slimy smile, "once I do, I promise, they'll be gone. Does that reassure you?"

You smiled softly, "yes Mr Hale, it does. I hope you find the answers you're looking for."

Just as you left, you got a call from Gemma, "can you come and pick Kenny and Ellie up and take them to Jax's, Opie's had to do something for the Club." There goes the nap you were planning on taking.

"Yep, be there soon."

****

"You sent Opie in alone?"

Jax was pissed, "we're a little busy."

Jax sucked on his tongue, "then tap another charter." Clay refused to listen and went on with the plan, Jax going to use Juice to lure a snitch out of protective custody.

After a while, it was clear Clay's plan was working and Jax thought that he should stop worrying, but then Juice got shanked.

****

The bail money was procured and ready to be transferred to Rosin so he could give it to the bondsman. Kenny and Ellie were with Gemma at Jax's, and after sleeping for a few hours you were sitting at the dinner table with Gemma, Opie's kids and Abel.

"How's your bug?"

Ellie smiled, "she's doing great, we're trying to convince dad to let us get another one. Will the lab let us keep two?"

You smiled, "hell yeah they will, if you keep a different species, they might even pay you more."

Kenny high-fived his sister, "can we come to the lab and pick one?"

You did your best to not laugh, "only if your dad says you can. Do you guys want to watch some TV?" They raced off to the couch, after setting it up you went back to the dining room and sat with Gemma.

"They should be out by tonight, Rosin hasn't said much other than that. I don't know if I should bring this up now but Hale is working with Zobelle there's no doubt about it."

Gemma inhaled, "what does that mean for Charming?"

You drummed your fingers on the table, "I have a plan, but I don't know if I should go through with it with what I have now." She tilted her head for you to keep going.

"I worked with Recon Marines, we did just as much surveillance as we did fighting. Now say I had photos of Hale being all chummy with Zobelle and his white hate pals and I also had photos of said people being undeniably Nazi. I could send those pictures to a lot of very powerful people." Gemma was nodding along.

"My only issue, if I do that it will ruin David as well and I can't do that."

She seemed deep in thought, "just find a way to prove he isn't involved, one more photo won't be that hard to get."

You smiled, "genius Gem."

You looked over at the loving room to make sure the kids weren't listening, "I have something I want to ask you. I know you know I killed one of the men who attacked you that night, but I've got the location of the third man. Do you want me to deal with him?"

Gemma swallowed, "you don't have to answer yet."

She took a deep breath, "you won't get caught?

You shook your head, "nope, it will look like natural causes. He has a bee allergy and refuses to carry an epi-pen, it will look like a freak accident."

She looked down at the table, "do it."

You nodded, "I'll make the call, he'll be dead by mid-morning tomorrow."

You left the table and dialled Billy on the Anvil encrypted line, "hello, you calling about our pest problem?"

Of course he was ready to go, "yep, the exterminator will be at your office by noon."

It made no sense for a reason, you weren't sending pest control to New York, Billy was sending someone up from Derek's office to do the dead, you just need deniability.

"Great."

You walked back to Gemma, "all done, he'll be dead and Billy will have his fire ant problem dealt with. There's no way it will link back to anyone.mAnd if you're worried, Billy doesn't know what happened to you, all he knows about is that night when they broke in." She stood up, pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you."

Knock Knock

"Hello Lyla, is everything ok?"

She smiled, "yeah, I'm here to pick up Opie's kids, I thought I'd take them out for pizza."

You waved her inside, "we already fed them but I'm sure they'd like some ice cream." Gemma walked by.

"I'll get them ready. Thank you for thinking of them, I'm sure Opie is grateful for your help." Lyla stayed for a little while, you were relieved that Gemma didn't act like a judgmental prude.

"Text when you guys are home safe, the guys should be out late tonight." She left with a hug and smile, Kenny and Ellie happy to go for a treat.

"I don't mean to sound horrible but I thought you'd be a bitch to her."

Gemma smiled, "I've seen her with Ope, it's the happiest I've seen him since Donna."

You wrapped your arm around her shoulder, "we're going to be ok Gem, I promise."

****

Jax could hear your words in his head, all the times you told him to be smart, use his head and not his fist, every time you warned him about Clay. After talking to Bobby, he realised he needed to make amends.

But that all went down the drain when Clay sucker-punched him. To say Jax dominated the following fight was an understatement, weeks and weeks of sparring with a highly trained Marines had served him well.

The men watched on in horror as Jax met Clay's occasional hits with vicious attacks, Jax didn't even register when Clay's fists did land. For the briefest moment, he thought about killing the man, wondering if the brewing hatred in his chest after what happened to Donna would fade as Clay's life did, but then Sthal was pulling him away.

"I want Cameron Hayes and his true IRA contacts. Consider it retaliation for the Mcassholes jumping ship."

Jax looked over the photos, "and we both know, you'll never win this war against Zobelle." He raised his eyebrows, before you and Abel he would have played right into her hands. But now, he could see what she was doing.

She tried, she really did but Jax didn't take the bait, even after she offered to get the Club off. "You have a great girl, a beautiful son, I know how much they mean to you."

Jax nodded, "yeah. My son, he's given me a new pair of glasses, and y/n, she's something else. She would say that you're only showing me this to get a reaction, and she would be right. If you had anything, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Stahl could barely contain her anger, "if we did have a relationship with the Irish, which we don't. What would stop me from tipping them off, letting em know you've got them under thumb?" If she was flustered, she didn't let on.

"You took a risk because you've got nothing and you're desperate."

Stahl's smile was all cruelty, "well, you really are the smart one. Oh ah, your bail's been posted, you're all free to go."

****

You and Gemma were waiting at T-M when the guys showed up. As Jax walked to the office, you went to follow but Gemma stopped you, "give him a minute."

The minutes turned to hours and by the time you were taking Jax home, it was very early morning. "Come on my love. You can have a shower while I put dinner on then I'll clean your hands and we can head to bed."

You had the first aid supplies ready when Jax came out, you waved at the chair and he sat down. "you want to tell me what happened?"

You picked up the saline-soaked gauze and cleaned his knuckles, "I tried to make amends with Clay, it ended in getting punched."

Jax flinched as you cleaned a particularly nasty cut, "he looked a lot worse off than you."

Jax nodded softly, "being pummeled by Sam kinda helped."

Your touches were more gentle now, "I don't want things to be this way, I just don't know how to fix things."

You took a deep breath, "my sweet, noble Jackson, it isn't your job to have all the answers."

You leaned in closer, "Juice is going to be fine, you got him help right away and he's resting in hospital. Right now you need to focus on what's going on with Clay."

His shoulders slumped, "I love this Club y/n, I can't let it die."

You started wrapping his hands, "it won't, you'll work it out. I know this is going to be really hard to hear but Clay thought he was doing something right. He thought that not bringing it to the Club was the best thing and it ended in Donna dying. If Tig had honour, this would be a very different conservation."

Jax could tell by your facial expression you were about the criticise the Club, "we need to be honest with ourselves, Jax, had Opie been killed this would have been dealt with already. The only reason it's still a secret is because Donna was just a wife." He knew you were telling the truth.

"What do I do?"

You put a hand on his face, "what you've been doing, try again to fix things with Clay. Put everything on the table and go from there, now that this has happened, there's no getting around that you need him."

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, "I'd be lost without you."

You kissed him softly, "we can talk more in the morning. I have tomorrow off before I have to get back to this case I'm working." You took his hand, led him to the bedroom and climbed into bed with him.

"Good night Darlin."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "good night beloved."

****

Everyone was milling around T-M, you were sitting next to Jax and your brother. Jax was a little confused when he saw Chibs come out of the Clubhouse with a beer but he was happy so he let it go.

Abel was in your arms, reaching up to pull on a strand of hair, "you are worse than your father, my hair is not a toy young man."

Abel giggled and flapped his arms, "don't get all cute with me Mister." Jax laughed, seeing you with Abel was the most wonderful thing in the world.

CRASH

Everyone stood up, a car had driven into the lot with force, crashing into one of the walls. A man got out with a gun, trying to fire it but failing. Jax was on top of him before he could unjam the weapon. He could feel his hands ache as he pounded them into the man's face.

He knew something was wrong with the face slowly morphed into Clay's then Tig's, he could hear you screaming at him to stop but he couldn't. He just kept going and going, when he finally stood up, the man was, his skull a pile of blood and bone.

When he turned around, you were looking at him, Abel crushed into your chest while you cowered into Sam. There were tears in your eyes and your breathing was stuttering, he went to walk up to you but you shrinking away.

"You're a monster. I……I can't do this anymore, I deserve better." You turned on your heel and walked away, taking Abel with you and Jax found himself all alone, feeling like his heart had been ripped from his chest.

Jax shot awake, halfway to blinding panic but then he could feel your weight against him and your conditioner was wafting into his nose. You were on your sides, facing each other, you had managed to curl yourself into his arms, Jax could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath.

You were here with him, fast asleep. Jax was so relieved he wanted to cry, there was an urge inside him to wake you up but he knew how hard this case was and that if he did, you would insist on talking about why he was so distressed.

When he looked at the clock, it was just past four, there was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep so he was content to hold you until your alarm rang. He lifted his hand and ran it over your head, if you could wiggle closer to you, he would have.

Jax's heart was still racing, going over the events of his dream in his head. If you were awake, you'd tell him that he was being silly, that you would never think he was a monster. Jax willed his breathing to slow, frightened of waking you.

The house was quiet, he could hear the cars passing on the street. He moved his hand again, the pads of his fingers resting against the pulse in your neck.

He could happily spend the rest of his life like this.

****

Jax didn't manage to fall back asleep, you hadn't moved away from him in the few hours that had passed and Jax had spent the whole time thinking about what he was going to say to you when you woke up.

"Good morning beloved." Jax felt like he had a hand down his throat, he looked forward to your good nights and good mornings every day but after that dream, it hit him differently.

"What's wrong?"

Your small hand was on his face, "nothing Darlin, it's just been a long week."

You crooked one eyebrow at him, "Jackson?" He sighed, there was no hiding anything from you.

"I had a bad dream is all."

You smiled softly, "you want to tell me what it was about?" He shook his head, "whatever's going on in that pretty head of yours is just your brain playing tricks on you, I'm here Jax and I'm not going anywhere."

The whole thing hit him and he couldn't stop himself from crying, you pulled him into your arms and he buried his head in your chest. "It's alright, I'm here, everything is going to be ok."

He was almost sobbing, "please don't leave me."

You pulled back, placing your hands on his cheeks, "hey, I'm not going to leave you. It was just a bad dream my love, whatever happened isn't real."

He sniffed, "it felt like it was." You pressed him back into your chest.

"I know, I get them too. But then I wake up and you're here with me and I know everything is going to be ok."

Jax felt the feeling lift, "I love you, unless you pull a Tig, I'll be here Jax. I've been to war, you don't think I've seen the people I love do objectively evil, all be it necessary things before?"

The relife almost caused him to cry again, "I love you so much."

You kissed the top of his head, "I love you too, how about we take Abel and the dogs and go for a breakfast picnic in the woods?"

Jax wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight enough for your lungs to get smaller. "I love you Jackon, with all my heart."

He pulled back and pressed a kiss to your lips, "I love you too."

****

The picnic was nice, Abel was getting to that age where he put everything in his mouth so the moment you and Jax looked away to toss the ball, he had a mouthful of grass.

"Abel, you are not a ruminate, we do not eat grass."

Jax laughed, "you're going to turn him into a nerd." Jax shot you a cocky smile, "not that it's a bad thing."

You shook your head, "I'm not the one who spent all of Sunday showing him your bike engine."

Jax huffed, "You miss nothing."

Jax loved the way you smiled when you were flustered, "I know…"

Riiiiiiiiiing

"It's Clay."

You waved your hand, "duty calls?" He nodded and you waited until he was done, "I'll see you tonight." With one last kiss, you parted ways.

****

The guys were sitting in the Clubhouse, talking about what was going on between Clay and Jax, Sam was quiet, he had no intention of adding anything.

"I heard they got into it in county?"

Happy's voice was deep and his words were to the point, "it was brutal man."

Bobby nodded, "shit's been brewing for months, since Donna."

Sam stiffened, "it started way before that."

Of course Tig would try and cover his own ass. The conversation continued for a few sentences before Jax showed up. "Hey, what?"

Bobby did his best to hide what was going on, "just downloading to the prospect."

Happy recovered the ground much faster, "and his new swollen nut."

Jax gave a short nod, "yeah, welcome back, shithead."

He looked at Sam, "They needs us down at CaraCara, you should come too Ope. Where's Clay?" Sam was very worried, he knew Ima and the other women were still having problems with Georgie.

"Shit."

When they drove in, they knew something was wrong. Everyone was out front and Lyla was crying into Luanne's arms while Ima paced up and down the lot.

Sam was off his bike before it was fully off, "are you ok, what happened?" Ima stopped pacing and fell into Sam's arm, Opie was already talking to Lyla. Jax went up to Luanne, placing a warm hand on her arm.

"What happened?"

She sniffed, "some broke in, stole out HD camera and our laptop, it had three rough cuts on it."

Jax swallowed, "security?" Luanne's face turned hard, "caught the whole thing, by the time we were able to respond to the alarm, they were gone."

Jax took a glance at Sam, his face was a mask as he rubbed Ima's back in an effort to soothe her. Jax watched as Sam put on a smile and pecked Ima, coming over to talk to him and Luanne, "what are you going to do?"

Jax shook his head, "that was a ten thousand dollar camera."

Luanne waved it off, "the camera's insured, worth ten times as much."

Opie came over, having walked off with Lyla to watch the tapes, "it was Georgie's men."

Jax heard Sam inhale, "let's deal with this." He had half a mind to order Sam to stay behind but with the tone of his voice and the look on his there was nothing stopping him from getting even.

Just as they got to the door, Jax put a hand up to stop Sam, "your sister doesn't need the both of us in prison. Don't do anything stupid."

Sam's eyes flitted towards him, "bold of you to assume I'd get caught."

Luann's voice filled the room, "when does Gemma want us for dinner?"

Sam relaxed a bit a Jax yelled across the warehouse, "eight."

He turned to Sam, "is Ima coming."

He nodded, "yeah, y/n roped her into doing some of the cooking."

Jax turned to Opie, "you coming?"

Opie shook his head, "I've got Kenny and Ellie."

Jax huffed, "bring em, Lyla and her kid can come too, you guys seem pretty close."

Opie smiled warmly, "thanks man." Sam had calmed down just a bit, although Jax couldn't tell if he was putting on a face so he wouldn't be made to take a backseat.

"Come on, we've got business to handle." When they walked out, Chucky and Bobby were waiting for them. They took in Chucky and his hands, "shit man, did they really chop them off?"

He nodded, "I'm still adjusting." The conversation took and turn and by the end, they had managed to get Chucky's help with Georgie. Now all Jax had to worry about was Sam flying off the handle.

****

All Jax could hear was the cracking of Bone as Sam's fists hit Georgie's face, when the man was barely conscious, he hauled him up by his throat. "If you ever go near Luanne or any of her staff I will kill you, slowly and painfully. Do you understand me? Your bodyguards can't keep you safe at home. I know where you live, where you eat and where you find those poor women who work for you. If you even think about them, I will burn your life to the ground."

It was said right into the man's ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Jax took the CaraCara laptop and dropped Georgie's in the fish tank, "you're a fucking psycho."

They left and went to the Clubhouse, Sam going into the garage to clean his hands, "that was…..I didn't know he had that kind of thing in him."

Bobby was shocked, "yeah well, his sister's going to kill me letting it get that far." Jax had to admit he was shocked at the speed and precision of Sam's attack, he had no doubt in his mind that your brother would have killed Georgie had that been an option, with his bare hands, it seems.

****

When you went to see Chibs, Gemma and a woman you didn't know were in the room, "I'm sorry, we haven't met. I'm Dr y/n, not Chibs' doctor, just a friend. You are?"

The woman looked you over, "his wife."

You were taken aback, "umm ok, well it's nice meeting you. Chibs is doing much better, he should be fully awake soon."

The woman smiled, "I'll leave you two alone."

Gemma got the hint and went with you, "what the hell is going on? I had no idea he was married." That was a lie, it was on the background check you did before you moved to Charming.

"When is Chibs getting out?"

You took a deep breath, "he's off the critical list and will be taken to Stocken sometime today, why?"

Gemma shook her head, "that woman in there is trouble, Chibs can't leave our site." She sounded worried.

You rubbed your forehead, "I'll see what I can do, in the meantime, we need to make sure this shit with CaraCara doesn't give Clay another reason to shut it down."

****

Clay was enraged, no one showed up to the gun meeting and they not only lost to the Aryans but lost their guns. Tig had a crisis of conscience and was second-guessing his every move and he still couldn't get Jax to stop bringing up Donna. With Sam always talking about how they wanted out of guns, he couldn't see staying at the head of the table for long if nothing changed.

He had to find a way to gain more ground, either that or find some way to get rid of his stepson and your brother. If he went that way he had to convince Gemma first, it was time to be the loving old man again, just in case.

****

Jax reminded himself to take your advice more often, somewhere between dealing with Georgie and getting ready for dinner, he had managed to sit down and talk with Opie about everything that was going on. His best friend was doing better, spending more time with his kids and was trying another shot at love but Jax couldn't stand that he was getting closer to Clay, knowing what he did.

"It's Tig's duty to make that right." your words repeated in his head over and over, if anything, just to ease his guilt. When they got to his mother's house, something was clearly wrong.

"Where the hell were you."

Clay looked like he was about to hit someone, "we had something to take care of at CaraCara." You were in the kitchen with Lyla and Ima, helping Gemma get dinner ready.

Ima crocked her head to the dining table, "is that about us?"

You shook your head, "nah, just another dick measuring contest, they've been having a lot of those lately."

The yelling escalated and you all filled in to try and defuse the situation, it just kept getting worse, and then the shoving started. Just as it got to the point of punches being thrown, your phone went off, a loud, offensive noise that had everyone turning to you.

"What was that?" Clay sounded like you were going to be in the firing line but you were already out the door.

"S.O.S from CaraCara, Luanne's in serious trouble."

Part 30

Please tell me what you think about the changes in canon, I would really really appreciate feedback.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

hii i know you might be busy because of school so take your time! Could i please get a Dead!Mitsuba,,,Dead!Hanako,,,Dead!Tsukasa,, x reader (if you dont want to write for them characters right now than you can choose others i dont mind <3) where they think reader is dying??Any situation is fine :)

dead!mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, dead!hanako x gn!reader, dead!tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: ahh thank you for being patient;;! And of course!! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright! And I’m so sorry for the time it took;;

aahhh i constantly remember how difficult starting and ending fics are,,, sorry if it sounds awkward ;v;; i’m also sorry if this isn’t dramatic enough- i’m trying to get these out, but i’m in a funky phase, as i haven’t written in a while;;

warnings: vomit (in Hanako’s), blood (in Tsukasa’s)

word count: 2,765

mitsuba sousuke <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Mitsuba to watch you do everyday school things. He’d follow you around, playing it off as if he wasn’t. Even now, he sat under a tree, watching you assist one of the clubs.

You were always entertaining… or maybe, you were simply enough to captivate his attention in anything you did? Your arm held high as you caught the baseball tossed your way, grinning at the person who threw it. Though not fond of you smiling like that at another person, the glance you gave Mitsuba practically made up for it- though he still glanced away, as if he wasn’t looking in the first place.

Moments passed, before he peered back up at you.

Your smiling face, as you turned to speak to one of the club members- his eyes darting over at hearing someone yell your name.

“(Y/N)!! WATCH OUT-”

And, eyes back over at you, as the undeniable sound of a baseball smacking against a skull. Mitsuba froze up, only being able to watch as you toppled to the ground. The club members instantly panicked, and Mitsuba did the same- both he and the members running over to you, students shaking you as if that would do anything.

“Idiots!! Don’t shake them-!”

Unfortunately, all of his yelling was futile. Mitsuba was dead, after all, and he was sure that you were too. A bump already formed on your head, as you peeked your eyes open, reaching for your head. Your fingers grazed against the bump, then quickly retracted, as tears filled your eyes. Shouts from the club members to get an adult rang out, as Mitsuba placed his hands on your shoulder, shaking almost as violently as you were. You closed your eyes, shaking as you reached to your head again, only to retract once more.

“(Y-Y/N), it’s okay- a-are you okay?” Mitsuba stuttered out, trying not to get emotional. It was only an injury, right… you were fine. You had to be. You’d be fine. Right?

But, when you only shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter, he couldn’t help the pure fear that filled his entire body. His eyes grew watery when a teacher finally arrived, already on the phone with, he hoped, the paramedics.

Too much time passed, Mitsuba thought. Too much time spent grasping your hand, tears threatening to spill, as the teacher asked you too many questions. And, the absolute dread at the teacher’s reaction to everything- hearing you attempt to explain that everything went black for a moment- seeing the teachers eyes widen a bit, then eyebrows furrow in frustration. Mitsuba wanted to scream. To yell at whoever threw the ball- he didn’t care if it was a mistake. To yell at the paramedics- it was an emergency! Why couldn’t the emergency vehicle get there sooner??

Finally, they arrived. Paramedics picking you up, Mitsuba following alongside them until you sat in the vehicle. His eyes flickering from person to person, then back at you, until they shut the doors and drove off.

The next few days were like a living hell for Mitsuba. No- he wasn’t living. It was as if he had been doomed to suffer for all eternity. He shook every time he walked past your homeroom, peering inside as he checked for you. Peering over at your desk, praying that he wouldn’t see flowers sitting there. The lack of flowers was the only hope Mitsuba had left. The lack of rumors, the lack of Sakura one day opening up the broadcast with “(Y/N)-san of the baseball field.” It sounded ridiculous, sure, but he couldn’t help it…

Yes, though he’d never say it to anyone- maybe you, but that was a stretch- Mitsuba had never been so worried… he thought, as he finally saw you again, clinging to you as if you were as fragile as glass- that your death would probably affect him worse than his own did. Because, a world without you, would officially be a world without life… without you, Mitsuba knew he could no longer even feel alive.

“You idiot… I hate you so much,” His voice broke slightly, as you wrapped your arms back around him. Much like the moment when he was so sure you wouldn’t show back up, tears threatened to spill. “I missed you. Dummy. I missed you so much-”

hanako <3

There was a part of Hanako slightly paranoid about your death. Not overly so- not in a way that would hinder you. Simply, in the sense that he would risk his well-being to protect you. Yet, there were many situations where he was… helpless.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to enter the girl’s bathroom, though it was almost always to visit Hanako. So, his face instinctively lit up when he saw you stumble into the bathroom- though he felt the color drain from his face when he saw your shakey figure. The color was drained from your face as well, he noted, as he quickly floated over to you.

“(Y/N)?? What’s wrong?” He questioned, pushing the hair from your face, getting a good look at your face. He was already positive you didn’t feel well. He just needed to know how- then, he could help. Surely, he could do something.

“I… I dunno- my stomach hurts, haha… really badly.”

Before Hanako could question further- where did it hurt, what kind of pain- you stumbled into a stall, spilling any contents that were in your stomach into the toilet. Instinctively, Hanako cringed a bit- quickly, he shook the queasy feeling he got off, and stepped over to you, rubbing your back carefully.

When you looked up at Hanako, tears running down your face, he instantly feared the worst.

“Please get a teacher, or Yashiro, or- someone,” You told him, arms securing themselves around your stomach. Hanako quickly nodded, rushing as quickly down the hallway as he could. He wasn’t a doctor, for Pete’s sake- not even close to it. So, he practically flung himself into Yashiro’s classroom, shouting at her from the doorway.

“YASHIRO, (Y/N)’S IN A LOT OF PAIN!!”

Hanako could only ring his hands nervously for a moment, as Yashiro asked the teacher to be excused, floating anxiously beside her for a moment, then rushing back to you when she explained that she was going to get a teacher- thinking for a split moment, as he explained to her that you already threw up. To that, Yashiro nodded, telling Hanako that she’d be sure to make sure your guardians were contacted.

Once he reentered the bathroom, Hanako’s nerves were at a new worst state. His eyes landed on you, practically curled up next to the toilet, sniffling to yourself- he was sure he never wanted to help anyone so badly. He was sure that, if he could, he would take your pain.

“Yashiro’s getting a teacher, (Y/N). A-are you feeling any better?” You shook your head, glancing up at the ghost boy. Your face was slightly flushed with what he was sure was a fever, and your eyebrows were furrowed in clear desperation and pain. All he wanted to do was help.

“I feel like I’m dying…”

Dying. The word “dying” stuck out, striking at Hanako’s nerves as if they weren’t already being tested. You felt like you were dying? Were you?? He sat in front of you, hands shaking violently as he attempted to seem calm. You couldn’t die. No- no, the teacher would come. You would live, wouldn’t you? You weren’t going to die… right?

“It’s okay, (Y/N)- you’ll be okay,” He spoke, rubbing your shoulders gently and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, half trying to convince himself. As he continued to do so, the teacher entered the bathroom, knocking on the stall- though the door creaked open, as you hadn’t had the time to shut and lock it. It wasn’t as if you needed to- the nausea was simply overwhelming.

“(Y/N)? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m having really bad stomach pains… I threw up- it hurts to talk,” You muttered, glancing up at the teacher, giving them the same pained look you gave Hanako. They crouched next to you, placing a hand against your forehead, then nodding.

“Where does it hurt?”

Clearly not wanting to move, you sniffled, forcing yourself to sit back just enough to motion around your lower-right abdomen. As if it clicked, the teacher nodded, letting you fall back into the position you were previously in. “I have no room to say for sure, but it does sound like appendicitis. Your parents are on the way, and I’ll let them know to take you over to the hospital.”

Your grip on yourself tightened a bit, panic showing up in your face. Seeing that panic, Hanako could only fear the worst. He knew vaguely of appendicitis, sure- how likely was someone to die from it-?? If your appendix ruptured, he knew it was dire. Did it? How long did it take for an appendix to rupture? Before he could even acknowledge the thoughts running through his mind, the teacher lifted you up, carrying you out of the room.

Though Hanako followed, he was left standing at the doors of the school when your guardian carried you away. The final bell rang, all of the students finally emptying out of the school, as the car you were in drove away. He watched until it was out of sight, silently noting that it must have been the direction of the hospital.

The first few days were practically torture for Hanako. Yashiro’s comments didn’t help- her saying that you went into surgery only worsened his fears. During his lifetime, surgery was… unpleasant, to say the least. They could do it- you could certainly have your appendix removed, but- but what if something went wrong? How had things changed since he lived…? Had it ruptured, were you going to live? What if you died during recovery?

He couldn’t stand it. No, until several weeks passed, Hanako was a nervous wreck. The relief that washed through him when he saw you walking through the school halls was almost comical- that is, if he wasn’t clinging to you like he really had almost lost you.

“(Y/N)... I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Hanako, I’m so glad to see you too. Sorry for scaring you like that… but thanks for sticking with me.”

Of course, Hanako could only accept the praise, unsure how to word “I stuck with you because I didn’t want you to die alone.”

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa, most were sure, wouldn’t necessarily… care if someone around him died. No, he probably loved the pained expressions of someone taking their last breaths. If it was a messy death? It would be better for him, right? Screams of pain, tears streaming down someone’s face, blood splattered around. Natsuhiko half joked that it would be a dream for Tsukasa, no matter if everyone else considered it a nightmare. Sakura remained quiet, shaking her head slightly. You… disagreed, as if protecting Tsukasa. Maybe he wouldn’t… as eerie as your boyfriend could be at times, you loved him nonetheless- and you were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would… enjoy…… others’ pain…?

Hm…

Either way! You were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would enjoy your pain!!!

Those thoughts were just that- little thoughts you had. Thrown into a few conversations between the fellow people who frequented the broadcasting room. Nothing you really wanted to prove, you know? No, you’d rather assume it, and not go through anything particularly painful to prove it.

However, those weren’t necessarily your thoughts as you tripped over the rug, one of Sakura’s tea sets in your hands. The hot tea in them went flying, landing all over you- but, that wasn’t really your focus, as you landed with a harsh thud. The glass cracked underneath you, the uncomfortable sound of shattering filling the room- accompanied by your scream- at first being echoed because of the fright of following, but being finished off because of the feeling of glass splintering you as if you were the fragile object.

Your scream ended in a cry, tears quickly clouding your vision as the sharp pain coursed through every spot the glass had harmed. Sakura’s eyes went wide, and she stood up, aiming to walk over and help you- Natsuhiko did the same, exclaiming your name once he saw you began to fall, a bit quicker than Sakura was- Mitsuba could only stare, as if his fight or flight was activated. Before any of them could reach you, Tsukasa was there, shouting your name and cupping your face.

Tsukasa wasn’t bothered by the blood, as if he could be bothered by any blood, pure worry crossing his face. It was a rare sight- Tsukasa genuinely concerned- but it wasn’t like seeing a bloody (Y/N) on the floor was exactly common. It was no one's focus, as the other three finally were gathered around you. Protectively, nearly forgetting your injuries, Tsukasa held your head to his chest- glaring at the others.

“Go get a nurse!! (Y/N)’s bleeding-!”

Natsuhiko nodded, rushing off, as Mitsuba glanced around panickedly- Sakura pushed Tsukasa away from you slightly, as if to let him know to be careful. His hands wandered to your arms, holding them carefully, peering at the glass, then up at the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t pull out the glass. It could make the bleeding worse, and we can’t be sure where all the glass has landed. Especially in their arms.”

Tsukasa nodded a bit, glancing at his hand when one of your tears landed on it. He ignored the blood dripping onto his palms, quietly licking the tear that fell onto the back of his hand. That wasn’t enough to distract you though- he half hoped he could take away your pain, but was discouraged to only be met with your shaky sobs. His eyes wandered along the shards sticking out of your arms. Dangerously close to places he knew they couldn’t scratch- an artery, he knew, would be beyond dangerous… what if, when the glass gets pulled out, you’re met with the spewing blood that comes with a punctured artery? Looking around at the blood dripping everywhere- were you… dying?

Tsukasa froze up a bit. (Y/N)? Dying?

Well, he was dead… Amane was dead. Mitsuba was dead. But… what would happen when you died?

Would you become a ghost? Or would death be the final separation for the two of you- would Tsukasa be trapped on earth, while you moved on to whatever afterlife there was??

“(Y/N) can’t die,” was his only thought, as Natsuhiko returned, gently explaining that he was going to carry you to the nurse- then, your guardian could come at take you to the hospital. However, once Natsuhiko’s arms wrapped around your torso, Tsukasa grabbed Natsuhiko’s closest arm. “I- I can take care of them. I’ll carry, (Y/N).” “Runt, you’re a ghost. For real, don’t screw around. Let me carry them, hurry now,” He spoke, lifting you up. Tsukasa stood, balling his hands up slightly nervously. Oh, a nervous Tsukasa… it was also such a strange sight- watching Natsuhiko speedwalk with you in his arms, Tsukasa floating alongside them. In fact, Tsukasa remained with the both of you- holding your arms carefully, until you were entering the car, towels placed around you to keep the blood from spilling anywhere. He watched the car drive off, unsure how to process anything.

The next several days were… difficult for Tsukasa. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, yet he found himself peering into your classroom to see if flowers sat on your desk. He found himself paying closer attention to the rumors spread- listening carefully for anything that sounded similar to you. He wandered the halls, as if he suddenly lost his purpose- keeping an extra eye out for a person, or ghost, with cuts from shards of glass littering their body.

Tsukasa was his… clingy self when you returned. He hugged you as tightly as he could, not wanting to release even when you warned him about your still healing arms. He placed countless kisses to your face, giggling out that he was so sure you were going to die. Even when you questioned his thoughts, Tsukasa continued on, kissing the scars, scabs, and few stitches on your body. Yes, he really was glad that you were alive. Be it for selfish reasons or selfless ones, he couldn’t be sure- he just knew he was glad.

[abluescarfonwaston]

Thinking about Kotetsu frantically applying to hero work everywhere he can after he graduates high school. Getting rejected over and over again. The rare times he Does get an interview he bombs all of them. Talking face in the cement. He is shit at lying about how he cares about the company’s sponsors. About how he Totally wants to be famous and do all the other shit heroes do. (No I just- I just want to save people. But whatever I’ll do the rest of it. Please just-)

“You should know who sponsors them and demonstrate you’ll be a good advocate for their products.” So reads Tomoe from the ‘how to ace your hero interviews’ books and magazines they’ve bought. He manages fine until the interviewer’s tone goes less formal and she asks him what he likes to drink. He laughs and says he actually likes [rival company] better but [their company] is fine. Although he worked at a place and the machines always filled with crickets- is that normal? [He KNOWS ABOUT THE CRICKETS GET HIM OUT OF HERE] And that’s the Best interview he has with marketing. Usually he forgets the sponsors name or ends up spitting the food or drink out. Coughing from the cologne. Explaining ‘oh yeah we got a bookshelf from there. I broke it trying to put it together. Real shit wood.’

‘You should demonstrate a love for the camera. Making sure to place yourself and your logos in clear view. The applicants who score the most during simulations often make it to the next round.” The simulation starts. Camera’s rolling. Everyone is jockeying for the limelight and best way to stand out. Kotetsu heard someone yell ‘help’ and raced in before the camera could even check his number. He scores a decent amount of points but...

“And never forget! No matter how many points you score or sponsors you enamor you won’t land a job if they think you’ll cost more than you bring in. Don’t destroy Anything you don’t have to during the simulation!”

Kotetsu falls to the floor. He’s not crying. He’s Not okay? Not at the ‘too destructive’ evaluation result printed in bright red. Tomoe’s shoulders fall as she stares at him. Pool of tears growing before she pulls him up and into her shoulder. “It’ll work out Kotetsu. You are a hero. My hero. One of these days someone will see that.” Crushes him in her arms. “So we just have to keep trying! Start writing those cover letters!”

He’s almost twenty five. Dragging himself to one more interview burning up his vacation time with an extended lunch at work (shouldn’t you be spending it with Tomoe or something? Not chasing dreams.) and already writing the rejection letter in his head. ‘Mr Kotetsu we regret to inform you that at this time-” So he’s not exactly in the best headspace going in.

Stumbles over the company’s sponsors. Shoulders slump as legal frowns at his results. (High points. damage totals exceed-) Marketing smiles at his head and body shots but frown at his work uniform and the exhausted bags under his eyes. (Didn’t even have the sense to change before the interview. unprofessional)

The interviewer -Ben? Was that his name?- stares at him. He pinches his leg and forces himself to sit up straight. He’s so tired. Covering Miranda’s shift was probably a mistake but... “Sorry... Could you repeat that?” She needed the time off. She’d been so worried about her dad the last few weeks.

“I asked about your work history. Seems pretty interesting to me.” Tracks up and down his uniform. "Did you come here straight from work?”

“Yeah. I uh... did.” He thinks he got most of the blood off. Not that he had much time to check. “I worked in avalanche search and rescue during the winters while i was at university and the volunteer fire department the rest of the year.”

“And now you work for the paramedics.” He nodded. If they were going to turn him down, couldn’t they do it already? He was supposed to be back. “So why hero work then? You’re already helping people.”

His hands dug into his knees. “Because...” Ground his teeth. “I have these powers for a reason. To help people. To save them.” Not that anyone would let him. “That’s what Mr. Legend told me. I’ve wanted to be a hero ever sense. It’s all I want to do.”

Let me prove my powers are not a curse. They are made for more than destruction and violence. They are for saving people. That I was made to save people.

“Please.” Bows his head. Heroes must be brave. Fearless. Strong. They don’t cry in a prospective bosses office because that hope and confidence that once burned like an inferno flickers in his chest like a candle’s dying flame. “Let me be a hero.”

The man is quiet for a time. Exhaustion sinks back into his bones. Time to go Kotetsu. You got another 9 hours left on your shift.

“What song do you do chest compressions to?” The man asks just as he grabs his coat to leave. He pauses, one arm in the sleeve that does not match his paramedic uniform even slightly. Answers. “That’s a good one Mr. Kaburagi. We should have news for you soon.”

He nods. Waves a thanks and leaves. Auto form email already in his head, if not his inbox.

Almost deletes it on auto pilot when they email him a few days later. But... there’s an attachment. That’s never happened before. Stares at it. Calls Tomoe down to read it for him because that can’t be right.

“Attached is your offer letter and Oh my god! Kotetsu! It’s happening!” Hugs him around the neck as he sits in stunned silence before picking her up and spinning her round.

“It’s happening. I’m going to be Wild Tiger. I’m gonna be a hero. I’m gonna be a hero.”

[marauderundercover]

Crashed Dates (Day 2: Scarecrow)

Marinette grins at her boyfriend, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth as they walk around the pumpkin farm. It was so nice, finally being able to go on cute dates like this. They’d first started dating while he was in Paris on business, around a year ago. Sure, he’d made trips to Paris and she’d made a few to Metropolis, but it was different now that she had moved to Gotham. Now they were able to go on random, unplanned dates, instead of dates that had been planned for weeks. He was definitely worried when she first told him she was moving to Gotham, but she had reassured him that it would be fine. (Not that she had a choice in the matter, Tikki had informed her on her last trip to Metropolis that Gotham was sick, that it was calling out for help and that as the Guardian, it was her job to help it). Gotham was….interesting, but she’d settled in just fine in the two weeks she’d been there.

And so, when he had called her out of the blue to tell her he found a place he thought she’d love, she made sure she had enough layers and jumped at the chance for a day with him. So far, the day had been absolutely perfect. They’d drank hot apple cider, ate warm donuts, taken a trip around the farm on the hayride- everything was great. But for some reason, her amazingly stubborn boyfriend didn’t want to go into the corn maze. 

“Please! You’ll be my favorite person in the whole world.” She begs again, her grin quickly switching into a pout. She keeps pouting, leaning against his arm, until he sighs.

“Fine, we can do the maze.” He says and she cheers, standing on her toes and tugging him down slightly to give him a quick kiss. 

“You are the best!” She says, over enunciating every word. He just grins, giving her another soft kiss. 

“If we get lost, I’m calling the Demon Spawn to come get us out. Pretty sure he has a tracker on my phone.” Jason says, letting her tug him along towards the maze. She just rolls her eyes, grinning. 

“You know you’re secretly touched that he cares enough to track you.” She teases as they near the entrance of the maze.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, glaring at the scarecrow situated at the entrance of the maze. Marinette raises an eyebrow. 

“You have a problem with men made of straw?” She asks, legitimately confused by his reaction. 

“Geeze M, I knew you were new to Gotham but I forget how new.” He says, pulling her closer. She melts into him, still confused by his reaction, but happy to be close. As they walk through the maze, frustratingly running into deadends, Jason explains Scarecrow. Marinette decides that he’s number two on the list of villains she never wants to meet. Joker is number one. (Joker is also number one on the list of villains she wants to meet, but that’s because she’s always wondered what it would look like to cataclysm a psychotic clown). She’s just about to suggest they call Damian and utilize the tracker that was, undoubtedly on Jason’s phone, when the screaming begins. 

“There isn’t a haunted house here, is there.” Marinette says, her face pale. She wasn’t ready to be a hero again. She’d only defeated Hawkmoth a year ago. Just before meeting Jason. She didn’t want that part of her life again, not now. 

“No, no there’s not.” Jason says, eyes glancing around wildly. Marinette’s heart breaks at the panic on his face. She knew that, despite his tough guy appearance, he struggled. A lot. He had nightmares, constantly, mostly of the time Joker had kidnapped him (hence the whole, cataclysm Joker thing). Pushing down her own fear and doubt, she tightens her grip on his hand and squares her shoulders. 

“Come on.” She instructs, tugging him behind her as she darts through the maze, determined to get out. She stumbles over a rock and lets go of Jason’s hand in time for her to fall into a larger clearing. She curses as she falls, her palms stinging. 

“What have we here?” A voice says. Marinette sits up, staring up at a man in a scarecrow costume and suddenly, Jason’s fear, or rather, dislike, of scarecrows makes more sense. So much more sense. She glances around and lets out a sigh of relief. She’d let go of Jason quick enough. He wasn’t caught up in this. Hopefully, he could call his father. She wasn’t sure if the rumors about Bruce Wayne and Batman dating were true, but Batman was always quick to interfere if it was a Wayne or Wayne adjacent involved. 

“A girl who’s a little pissed that you crashed her date.” She retorts, standing up and brushing her stinging palms off on her jeans. She’d have to get the blood out later, which would be a pain. Better than having the blood on her palms mix with the dirt that also now covered her hands. 

“You’re either very brave or very stupid, little girl. Let’s see how you deal with my newest strain of fear toxin.” He says, and she lunges towards the man, not willing to go down without a fight. Almost immediately, a sharp pinch on her neck has her stumbling back away from the man as she tries to take in her new surroundings. 

She was back in Paris, but it wasn’t the Paris she had left. The city that was healing. Instead this Paris was underwater. Buildings were toppled over, and the moon was in pieces in the sky. She was back there. A place she hadn’t seen in person since she was fourteen, a place that had haunted her nightmares for ten years. She inhales sharply when she sees him. Chat Blanc. But instead of fear, she’s just angry. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir. And Adrien was….turning, she realizes that she can almost see him. Out of the corner of her eye, she can almost see Scarecrow, watching her. Waiting for her to react. Anger coursing through her, she charges the man, tackling him all the way to the ground. She pulls back her fist and punches him, repeatedly. 

“How dare you! How dare you use his face like that! You son of a bitch!” She screams as she hits, the roaring in her ears blocking out all other sounds. She keeps her focus on feeling the man she’s hitting, because the second she lets her focus wander, she gets sucked into her surroundings again. The way the sky just looks wrong. The odd haze over everything. And now, the corpses floating in the water closest to her. Adrien. Maman. Papa. She’s not scared, she’s pissed. Sure, those were her biggest fears and that’s definitely why she was seeing them all like that, but she’d already seen it. She’s lived it. They were gone, not coming back. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to fall down and break about it. Not when some asshole with fear toxin was running around randomly injecting people. Suddenly, something is wrapped around her and she’s pulled up. She kicks frantically, trying to get out of the steel grip she’s trapped in. She had to- what did she have to do? Another sharp pinch in her neck makes her eyes droop sleepily. She struggles again, barely able to hear the voice calling her name as she succumbs to the darkness.

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Jason Todd feels like a major prick. He watched his girlfriend trip and instead of helping her up, he uses it as a distraction to try and call B. How the fuck was he supposed to know she tripped right into the Scarecrow? He’s cursing himself mentally as he rushes towards the ambulance. Replacement had texted him. 

Marinette was injected. At ambulances near front of farm

And Jason felt like shit. She’d never forgive him, not that he deserved it. He’d left her with one of Gotham’s biggest villains. His heart sinks when he sees the blood on her, and the oxygen mask attached to her face. Fuck. He’s almost to her, when one of the asshole cops stops him. 

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go over there.” He says and Jason scowls. 

“Like hell I can’t. She’s my girlfriend, let me through.” He says, and the man shakes his head. 

“Family only.” He states. Jason’s about to argue, when a hand lands on his shoulder. 

“I still need to get a statement from Mr. Todd, if you’ll excuse us.” Replacement says, leading him away from the cop. 

“I left her.” He says, the second they’re far enough away. Tim frowns.

“What do you-”

“I mean, I left her. She tripped and instead of checking on her, I was a complete and total asshole and left her so I could call B to get his ass over here and solve the goddamn problem.” Jason says, feeling like even more of an asshole now that he’s said it out loud. 

“Did you see Scarecrow?” Replacement asks. Jason scoffs. 

“Of course not! You really think I would’ve left if I had?” He asks with a glare. 

“No, I don’t. So stop blaming yourself. I literally peeled her off of Scarecrow, she was beating the crap out of him. She’s gonna be tired and scared and confused when she wakes up. Just be there-”

“Jason!” Her terrified voice echoes out and Jason turns, sprinting for the cot he’d seen her on a minute ago. She had ripped the oxygen mask off her face and was looking around while arguing with the paramedic. 

“Ma’am please-” “Marinette!” Jason calls, and her face relaxes as she leaps off the cot and launches herself into his arms. He holds her as she shakes, sobs wracking her body. 

“I saw them.” She mumbles once she calms down a little. He frowns. 

“Saw who?” He asks. 

“My parents. Adrien. Their bodies.” She says, and suddenly, Jason has another name to add to his kill list. Being a complete asshole to all of Gotham, sure. Making his girlfriend see the bodies of those she’d lost? Nope. Now the bastard better hope he didn’t meet Red Hood in an alley. 

“God, Mari, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I left.” He apologizes, his heart aching when she pushes him away. She frowns up at him and he winces, certain she’s about to break up with him. 

“Left?” She asks and he nods. 

“When you tripped, I swear, I didn’t know Scarecrow was there.” He says. 

“But you got Batman here.” She says and he jerks back. How the hell had she figured it out? When did she- “I know Bruce said he isn’t dating Batman, but honestly, I think he’s just in denial.” She adds. 

“I- what?” 

“Batman always comes when anyone in the Wayne family is in danger. Like, so quickly. And I know that Bruce says it’s just a bunch of rumors, like the whole ‘the butts match’ thing? But I also think that Batman is head over heels for Bruce, and your dad is just kinda clueless.” She rambles. Jason just laughs before pulling her into a deep kiss. She was okay. They were okay. He pulls back and grins at her, until he notices the blood again. 

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood.” He says, taking her hand in his to try and find the source. He glances at her face and raises an eyebrow at the blush that had taken over her face. 

“Oh, um, it’s not mine.” She mumbles. 

“Then who-” “Apparently I beat the hell out of Scarecrow. In my defense, that fear toxin sucked. And I was kinda pissed.” She says, frowning down at the blood on her hands. Jason takes one of his hands and gently tilts her chin up so that she’s looking at him again. He grins at her, giving her a short, soft kiss before pulling back. 

“I love you.” He says, and if the kiss she gave him in return meant anything, she felt the same way.

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