#im hitting that wave of nausea over this whole thing

[propertyofwicked]

LOOK AFTER YOU - LN

based on this request! ✧ my inbox is open! ✧

warnings - mentions of sick, poorly reader, mostly fluff <3 not proof read

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y/n hadn’t been sure why her body had woken her abruptly, until she felt a familiar dull ache in her stomach, panicking slightly at the thought of being or even feeling sick. she hadn’t felt well the night before, but she tried pushing the thought aside as she shifted out of lando’s tight embrace to lay on her back, hoping to manifest her inevitable illness away. but her blood soon ran cold, a sweat forming on her skin, and the need to run to the bathroom became unavoidable.

the first wave of nausea came early, some hitting the floor before she held the rest down and fell to crouch over the toilet. tears came streaming down her face as her sickness paused momentarily - she hated being sick, she hated that she’d made a mess, and she hated that she could hear the faint sounds of lando stirring, and the bed creaking as he made his way to her.

“y/n? bab-?” he began to call out, but found himself interrupted.

“the floor!” she shouted back, half stuttering through her panic, “watch the floor.”

lando had thought he’d heard retching, her tearful tone confirmed that for him as his gaze tried to avoid the sick and step around it. he stood in the bathroom door, assessing the situation momentarily before meeting her at her side, crouching down as his hand rubbed her back as his hand reached for a discarded hair tie to pull her hair out of her face as the second wave of sickness came over her.

“you’re ok, just breathe. just breathe,” he told her, his voice still gruff from his sleepiness. he reached out for some toilet paper, pulling the girl back into him to clean up her face slightly. her body slumped back against the wall as lando rose to his feet, moving quickly to fill a glass with water.

“need to drink something, angel,” he told her, pressing the cup to her lips and tilting it slightly as they parted. finally, she assumed this wave of sickness was over, but her breathing still hastened and her hands shook in her lap, the tears still rolled down her face.

“i-im sorry,” she uttered out, trying to avoid lando’s gaze despite him crouching directly in front of her.

“for what?” he asked her softly, moving to rest a hand on her jaw and stroke his thumb along the skin of her cheek, “being sick is normal, y/n - you don’t have to apologise for that.”

“for the mess. i didn’t mean to, ill clean it up i promise,” she told him, hands still shaking with the memory of her past boyfriend being so angry at her when the same thing had happened. y/n winced in anticipation of lando’s shouting to start as he remembered the floor, but it never came. instead, the glass of water was place to her side and his other hand settle on her other cheek.

“you will do no such thing,” he firmly told her, looking into her eyes. they were bloodshot, either from the strain of being sick or the crying - he didn’t know - but what he did know was that she was really unwell, potentially worse than he’d ever known her to be. he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, feeling the way she was burning up under his touch, and yet her whole body shivered as though it was cold.

“you hot or cold?” he asked her, trying to check his theory.

“freezing,” she replied, noticing the way his eyes widened at her response, “why? what’s wrong?”

“you’ve got a a bad fever baby, meaning this is probably not a one time thing,” he told her, warning her slightly before he stood, pulling her up with him and letting her topple into his embrace, “gonna get you in the bath quickly, yeah?”

lando’s brain recited everything he had learnt or done before when someone had been poorly, knowing that ringing his mum at 3am was not an option. he started running the bath, checking the water was cool enough before he lowered her body into it.

“ill be back in a second,” he told her, kissing her forehead. he watched as her eyes shut, and leaving the room to clean up the floor whilst she attempted to bring her fever down.

the next morning was no better, y/n had spent the rest of the night either crouched over the toilet or shivering beneath a thin sheet as a hot sweat covered her entire body. lando stayed awake with her, scared to close his eyes in case she needed him, knowing that she wouldn’t wake him.

he had resorted to texting his mum anyways, explaining the situation as he asked for guidance. lando had sighed in relief when she replied, knowing she’d know what to do.

mum → she probably just needs to sweat it out. keep her cool, hydrated and comfortable.

mum → try and get her to eat some plain toast, little and often till she can manage more

mum → keep me updated please, and send her my love x

he smiled at the message, replying with a quick thank you before he moved back to the bedroom holding a bottle of water and a slice of plain toast. his heart filled at the sight of his girlfriend, curled up on the bed, her eyes staring at the film playing quietly on the tv.

lando sat on the bed, pulling her body to rest between his legs, her back laying on his chest. he could feel the way her heat radiated onto him as he helped her eat the toast, one mouthful at a time.

but y/n still couldn’t keep anything down, and hours later she was still lying in bed, trying to nap away her sickness with little success. lando had been gone a while, so she stood slowly, shuffling her way around the flat until she found him in the kitchen, doing something on his phone.

“hey what’re you doing out of bed?” he asked her, head rising to look at her when he heard her walk in.

“too hot,” she replied, moving closer towards where he stood, “needed to get a drink.”

“you should’ve just shouted for me, i would’ve got it for you.”

“im perfectly capable of getting myself a drink,” she told him bluntly, though immediately she disproved her own statement, having to grip the counter as her vision blurred and her balance faltered. lando’s arms reached out quickly, hands gripping at her waist from behind to stabilise her.

“im sure you are baby, but right now id love it if you rested and let me take care of you,” he told her, careful not to patronise her. lando began to move the two of them back to the bedroom, holding her tightly as he did, and lowering her softly back onto the bed. he jogged out the room quickly, grabbing some water from the fridge before coming back to she her laying with the sheet covering only her legs.

“how are you feeling?” lando asked her softly, lying next to her and tucking fallen strands of hair behind her ear.

“shit,” she replied, trying to hold back tears but lando noticed immediately.

“what’s up? what are the tears for?” he asked her, pulling her in closer with his arms wrapping around her body.

“i jus- i hate being poorly. i feel so useless and im just a burden to you. you have your own life to live you shouldn’t have to spend your time looking after me,” she told him, her body shaking slightly as she cried.

“it’s my job to look after you angel, the same way you look after me. and im happy to do it because i love you,” he replied, his hand rubbing up and down her back supportively.

“thank you,” she replied.

“mum sent her love by the way,” he informed her, happy to hear her laugh lightly after a rough day.

“i wondered how you knew how to get a fever to break,” she told him, leaning her head back to smile up at him.

“hey!” he defended, “i know things! i just thought asking my mum would be safer.”

“tell her thank you, from me. and thank you, really.”

“no need to thank me, baby. ‘just doing my job - you wanna try eating again? im thinking plain pasta this time.”

[mymelodymia]

hello!!! can i request thor x daughter!reader where she is sixteen, its settled at infinity war and it's like the scene with Tony and Peter when she gets dusted?? if you want to, of course!

Im right here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: thor comforts you while you are being blipped.

Warnings: injurys, angst, overall just too god dang sad

age: 16

A/N: aahhhh! Thank you for requesting darling!!

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You threw yourself at the purple giant, he smacked you away like a fly. The impact knocked the breath out of you and you hit a nearby tree, groaning in pain.

You watched your father, thor, stab thanos in the chest and heard him quietly tell thor, "you should have gone for the head!" He said breathlessly before snapping his fingers.

A wave of nausea immediately hit you like a train. You barley caught a glimpse of thanos cowardly disappearing into a portal.

"Dad, i-i dont feel too good" you said holding your stomach, before falling to the ground, too which thor caught you (obviously)

"Dad.." you said as your breath picked up quickly. Your father cupped your cheek to comfort you and keep your eyes on his. He asked a series of questions that all represented "whats wrong?"

"Your hear with me right?" You asked desperately "im here, im right here" your father replied tearfully, looking deep into your big blue eyes.

One single, lonely tear fell down your cheek. Thor whipped it away with his thumb. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and fear.

He watched as your beautiful face slowly drifted away into thin air. He let out a pained sob as he looked down at his empty arms. He held them to his chest, he put his arms over his head as he continued to cry, curled up like a ball on the forest floor.

He had lost you, the one thing he cared about in life, his only light, your death was something that would follow him for a long time. He never truly got over it. Just distracted himself with video games and beer.

That is, until one day, 5 whole years after the biggest heartbreak of his long life, bruce and rabbit showed up.

What they said gave him hope...(avengers theme song playing)

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A/N: haha cliffhanger!i'm working on a part 2 with a happier ending 😄

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@white-wolf-buckaroo // @animealways // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover // @carellmcu //

[sri-rachaa]

Sam and Lovely sibling HC fluff, Sick edition

Lovely being down with an awful bout of a stomach bug while Vincents out, not knowing who else to text in the wee hours of the morning besides their, conveniently nocturnal, older brother.

tw: references to throwing up

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‘🐥: hey sammy, you have healing background. what do you do for nausea and uh…yknow. that gross thing that follows nausea’

Well that’s a text to wake up too.

Sam grabbed his phone in the midst of his half-asleep state, the deep big brother instinct sending a small shock of adrenaline through his system-

‘Are you alright?!’

‘🐥: yeah, I’m just a lil sick, no worries :) just uh…what should I do here’

Sam scoffed. His sibling and their tendency to horribly under dramatize, well, anything.

‘I’m coming over.’

‘🐥: no really it’s ok you don’t have too! I can handle it!!’’

‘Im sure you can, I’m still coming over’

‘🐥 is typing…’

Sam didn’t let them finish their last text. He knows how they are, they would rather sit in their own suffering then ask anyone to help them give some relief- almost like it’s rude to even ask.

He hates it. He understands it, but god does he hate it.

He quickly got out of bed and threw the closest clothes he had on, grabbing the Chevy keys off the key ring and walking out the door.

-

Lovely groaned.

Currently, they were sitting against their bed frame hunched over in balled up position clutching their stomach. This was a nice setting change for them from the last two hours, where they were stuck in the bathroom with their head hovering over the toilet bowl. Squirming as their nausea shifted, In their head they went over everything they did and ate in the last two days- trying to figure out what threw their whole body into a purge;

The sound of the door opening throwing them out of their montage.

Sam

They groaned again. They didn’t want to sound needy, they hate sounding needy, but there was undeniably a large part of them that was flooded with relief with the thought of him being here.

Between the sound of the door closing, keys hitting the counter, and a millisecond *Fwosh-!* he was crouching over their bedside.

“Damn, Missy…you look awful.” Their older brother said, moving the sweat drenched hair strands out of their pale face.

“Thanks, Sammy, but it really ain’t that ba-“

“Hush. Don’t you start.”

Dammit.

“Sam, Really I swear it’s not- woah god-” Another wave of nausea paused their empty defense, Lovely frantically throwing the covers off about to take off into the bathroom for what felt like the hundredth time tonight-

Stopping when they suddenly felt a hand hold them down from their stomach.

“Sam-“They clawed at him, “Stop- im gonna get sick”

“Hold on.”

“Samuel I’m not fucking with you let g-”

A wave of relief washed over them, all nausea wiping away to nothing.

Lovely steadied themselves.

“…wha-“

They looked down to Sam’s hand still resting on their lower abdomen, the light blue iridescent glow surrounding his hand.

Healing magic.

“Feel better?”

They nodded, weakly leaning back into the pillow behind them.

Lovely silently sat in that position for a moment or two, bathing in the feeling of normal again, until a realization hit them-

“Wait, Sam, hold on- that’s too much magic- you could pass out-“

He finished the magic before they could even finish their statement, slightly wobbling and wincing after leaning back up.

Yeah, It took it out of him alright. He buckled under his own weight, leaning back forward-

Lovely grabbed his arm before he could lose his balance- pulling him onto the bed and helping lay him down, Sam’s breath hitching as he hit the mattress.

Good news? He’s still conscious, at least.

Lovely flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow, th’ hell was that for?”

“Why’d you do that.”

“Do what? Help you feel better-“

“And damn near make yourself pass out doing it!! If I knew you would’ve done that, I wouldn’t texted you in the first place-“

“Missy.”

“I mean, it was a little nausea, I could’ve handled it myself-“

“Missy.”

“I mean seriously Sam, why would you-“

Sam grabbed their arm and shoved them into the bed, pulling them into a pseudo hug- cutting off their worried tangent.

Lovely let out a disapproving groan into his shoulder, where they were being held down into.

“If I couldn’t’ve handled it,” Sam started, “Then I wouldn’t’ve done it in the first place. Plus, I’m not gonna sit here and watch as your hunched over feelin like shit.”

Lovely pushed to get up and retort, Sam pushing them back down.

“No. Just stay down n’ hush. I love you, Missy. You’re my baby sibling, and as much as you hate it, I’m gonna help you- no matter what.”

Lovely fell silent.

They laid there for almost a couple of minutes before Sam called it safe to take his hand off of their head, Lovey barely adjusting to just lay the side of their face onto his shoulder.

“…..thank you, Sammy.” They mumbled, “I love you too.”

[sickstarlight]

different causes of sickness

a friend had asked me for some advice on how I write differences between different types of sickness or reasons someone could get sick! so I typed up a reference of details I try to keep in mind in my writing. not by any means meant to be comprehensive but these are some of the more common things I see used or use myself!

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drinking related:

drank too much: everyone’s threshold for this is going to be different obvs both in terms of how much alcohol they need and how wasted they’re able/willing to be before getting sick. also ime you have to be QUITE drunk for being drunk alone to make you sick, to the point where it may be dangerous, so personally I like this combined with something else - motion, something not sitting right in their stomach, etc - but it can be good otherwise too. probably the first thing the character will notice or be aware of if they have any warning is that being drunk stops feeling good at this point. they might feel flushed and/or clammy and will probably feel dizzy, their mouth might feel really dry depending on what they’ve been drinking. this is probably also the point where they recognize they have limited control of their body, feet might feel too heavy to move or head might be spinning, may feel very clumsy and suddenly become AWARE of it.

they might FEEL motion sick even if they’re not moving too because their motion sense is fucked at this point. might feel heavy but this is likely to be a whole body heaviness NOT just their stomach (though they might be very aware of it); might or might not be able to place the feeling of nausea. maybe burping but it depends on what they’ve been drinking (carbonated or not, mixed with soda, etc) and what else they ate! they MIGHT feel okay after throwing up but their friend probably shouldn’t let them drink anymore even if they do.

also this might come with very little warning, they may go from feeling fine and giggling with their friends to suddenly feeling Wrong to hurling all over the floor in a matter of minutes or even a few seconds. if they have friends with them who have been with them drunk regularly, depending on who’s more sober their friends might notice they look unsteady and/or queasy before they realize they don’t feel well.

other good things here: alcohol that tastes so strong it’s all they can taste when they throw it back up, feeling dizzy but not placing it as nauseous right away, feeling like their head is too heavy to lift. reeling on their feet when a drink hits them too hard and feeling the whole room spin.

drank too quickly - more likely to come on SUPER suddenly, but they’ll probably recognize it right away (unless they’ve already been drinking) because the alcohol hasn’t had time to get to their brain yet. so with gradually drinking more than they should they will get drunk first and THEN get sick, but if they drink too much too fast right off the bat they’ll start to feel some effects probably but they’ll also know pretty quick that their drinks aren’t gonna stay down.

hung over - throwing up from a hangover is a combination of a buildup of alcohol byproducts in the stomach, and the stomach lining being irritated + producing more acid. a headache is also a significant part of the misery of a hangover but (unlike a migraine, where the pain directly leads to vomiting) isn’t necessarily related to any queasiness, so the headache might get worse with sound, light, or movement, but their stomach likely won’t. they might feel a little like they have heartburn (or actually GET some acid reflux) from acid buildup, and their stomach might be sore or feel too warm as well as being upset. 

the only real cure for a hangover is slow sips of clear fluids and bland foods to help settle the stomach and reduce the acid, but lots of people swear by other things - certain kinds of foods, drinking more alcohol, etc, so that’s something you can have fun with! depending on how much alcohol is still in their bloodstream, they might also still feel a little drunk/tipsy and have some issues with their balance, thinking clearly, etc, which could make the nausea worse; also some people might always get sick from hangovers but others might not so consider how your character deals with that! They also might wake up sick, or feel sick right away, or might not feel sick at all until trying to get some fluids or take meds for their headache (especially since ibuprofen/aspirin also irritate the stomach lining).

food related:

ate too much -  character will likely feel bloated and tight, food might feel heavy in their stomach. depending on what they’re stuffed with there might be burping esp if there’s a lot of gas in their stomach, or a lot of gagging and unproductive dry heaving if it’s very heavy/solid. might need to drink something to get anything up, or have help from someone, or might just take a while to finally puke as their overstuffed stomach struggles to break down their meal enough that their stretched out muscles can get anything moving. any firm pressure on the stomach is gonna feel worse and likely to make them gag even if they’re not ready to throw up yet. maybe weak strained tummy noises as they try to digest. (side note if a lot of their stomach contents are liquid like soup, drinks, etc they’ll throw that up a lot faster; also a good excuse to discuss sloshing/jostling/swirling around in their tummy)

ate too quickly - ties in well to eating too much since it’s easy eating in a hurry to not realize you’re full until it’s already a little late - eating or drinking anything too fast can also make some people’s stomachs hurt or get upset in general, and is an easy way to end up swallowing a lot of air which can obviously lead to feeling much more full and tight with lots of burping that could easily bring up more!

ate something bad - this could be rotten, poorly prepared, or just something that upsets their stomach but what it is might change the feeling of it so there’s definitely variety here. probably also feels heavy but more localized, like they can feel the specific food they ate and where it’s settled in their stomach. might also be painful and cause cramping and tenderness. imo nausea from this is more likely to come in waves and recede but might also be more readily recognizable as nausea. some things I like in this scenario - character thinking about what they ate and feeling worse, imagining they can feel individual parts of their food in their stomach, burping and tasting what they ate (possibly noticing the taste having gone sour / etc in their stomach). good place to describe stuff like how greasy smt was/feeling the grease coating their stomach, or otherwise talk about the specific way the food feels in their tummy and how much it makes them want to puke. unlike with eating too much, they’re likely not to feel better until ALL of the offending food is out of their stomach (while with overeating, they may throw up a few times and then start to feel better once there’s less pressure on their stomach).

general notes - if something the character ate is what’s making them feel sick, a lot of focus on hyperawareness of how much food is in their stomach/how heavy it feels are gonna be big sensory things (as well as maybe taste, pressure/tightness, stomach contents moving around)

illness

appendicitis - if you’re looking for something more serious than food poisoning or a stomach bug, this is sure to end up with a character in the hospital as they’ll need surgery! the big distinguishing thing is pain, which will be sharp and located on the lower right side of the abdomen (or may start near the navel and move down). any kind of exertion or sudden muscle movement can make the pain worse. if the character or one of their caretakers is knowledgeable and suspects appendicitis, they might do the rebound test, which causes pain to get drastically worse AFTER placing pressure on the area and releasing it. sickness usually begins after the pain starts and may get worse when something exacerbates the pain as well.

in addition to nausea and vomiting, other symptoms can include fever, bloating, and bowel issues (either diarrhea or constipation), which will usually get worse over the course of the infection. if the character is treated soon enough (within 2-3 days) they’ll usually feel better after surgery and recover relatively quickly, but if they’re not seen by a doctor and the appendix ruptures they’ll likely need more extensive treatment including antibiotics and a longer hospital stay to make sure they won’t develop sepsis. (in some cases, symptoms could seem to suddenly go away when the appendix ruptures because it releases pressure, but worse symptoms would rapidly develop!)

rarely, there’s also such thing as chronic appendicitis, where milder symptoms may appear and recede over the course of weeks or months before developing into acute appendicitis and prompting surgery.

coughs, colds, strep, etc - can all cause vomiting as secondary symptoms thanks to postnasal drip, throat irritation, or forceful coughing. serious enough throat irritation or buildup of mucus can make a character gag, or feel the need to, and so can coughing up phlegm from their chest. if they’re sniffly and have their sinuses draining down the back of their throat, they may end up swallowing a lot of mucus too which can make them feel nauseous as their stomach gets full of sticky snot. I think these work best as emeto scenarios for characters with weak gag reflexes!

food poisoning - separate from eating something bad because food poisoning from a virus or bacteria is a longer lasting illness with a later onset; the character may first get sick within a few hours of eating the contaminated food, or it may incubate and make them sick within a day or two. like stomach flu (also frequently foodborne) many types can cause both vomiting and diarrhea, but symptoms vary depending on specific cause. characters also might puke early on and then develop more symptoms and become sicker later as bacteria multiply and produce toxins, and may take several days to recover from the later onset where they could have persistent nausea, or might feel okay and even regain their appetite if they don’t try to eat  but be unable to keep much or any food down. most types of food poisoning also cause pain, swelling, bloating, and cramping, usually in the lower part of the stomach and upper intestines, so those are other symptoms your character might have to deal with in addition to puking!

stomach flu - character may be feverish or achy as well as nauseous while their body fights the infection, which is an additional great source of hurt/comfort fuel! can cause both vomiting and diarrhea, so even food they manage to keep down might still sting them later. because it directly causes irritation and inflammation in the stomach and lower GI tract, character might throw up frequently or after every meal, or might be able to handle clear fluids but no solids, or some bland foods but nothing with significant sugar, spices, or fat. they also might only be able to drink or eat in very small amounts without bringing it back up. their stomach may hurt and feel like it’s cramping even if they haven’t tried to eat, and they may get only very brief relief of nausea after each time they’re sick because it reduces the immediate pressure on the stomach but not the inflammation; they might feel nauseous constantly or end up dry heaving even when there’s nothing in their stomach, and might need to keep a basin of some kind nearby for a couple of days since they can’t be sure if they’re done. dehydration is a common complication and can cause headaches, weakness, and dizziness in addition to other symptoms! the most common stomach virus, norovirus, is also EXTREMELY contagious, and virus particles can aerosolize and scatter widely during vomiting, so the caretaker may not be safe either.

injury, other medical

anaesthesia - people react to this in all kinds of ways but getting sick is really common so it can be combined with just about any reaction. character might be disoriented or dizzy and have trouble with balance, walking, other coordinated movement. some might be really confused and have trouble communicating their ideas clearly or say things that might not make any sense to other characters. from the anaesthetized character’s perspective though they’re  probably making total sense so it can also be fun to include their muddled thought process and what they’re feeling or thinking that they express in weird ways! other characters might feel pretty clearheaded and be able to communicate clearly though. they might feel “light” or like they're floating, or very  detached from their body; this may cause more dizziness and vertigo. they may also be cold they might feel nauseous right away and persistently from the anaesthetic irritating their stomach, or might only get sick from moving that makes the “floating” feeling worse. general anaesthetic is usually used for surgery so if they aren’t immediately nauseous the character can also wake up really hungry from fasting before, so eating too much or too quickly might also make them realize they’re nauseous and end up with them puking.

concussion - there are a lot of reasons someone might get sick from a concussion, but the most common (non threatening) are vertigo / vestibular disturbance and headaches! the character might  get nauseous or throw up when they turn too quickly or stand up too fast if their balance center is disrupted, or might have head pain similar to a migraine that makes them sick and can have similar sensitivities. mild concussions without other complications can still last up to a week after the injury, but the character should get sick less and less often as time goes on, so the most intense phase for sickness caused by a concussion is shortly after it happens! Frequently repeated or prolonged bouts of vomiting are often signs of more serious injury though, so if you’re keeping it mild they should probably be brief and a little spaced out even early on, though a character might have intermittent nausea between them. other symptoms of concussion are important too here - big ones are short term amnesia, loss of coordination, difficulty concentrating, and confusion. they might also hear ringing in their ears or sometimes have visual disturbances like in migraines! 

migraine - the pain from migraines can directly cause vomiting, especially when it’s at its peak, but it might also be caused by aura effects on balance and vision! (some people get tunnel vision or “kaleidoscope” vision with migraines, some just get dizzy, some people even hallucinate strong smells or tastes which could also lead to nausea!) for some people, the headache gets better after throwing up, but not everyone; they also might or might not feel the buildup of nausea or persistent nausea throughout their migraine, or alternately might retch or throw up almost IMMEDIATELY when any trigger makes their pain worse (common triggers are bright or flashing light, loud or high pitched sounds, strong smells, and sudden movement, but people have lots of different triggers so they can be a lot of things!) many people can’t chase off a migraine until after they’ve slept so you might also include them trying to get comfortable only to have their head start hurting worse or their stomach get upset and make them scramble to get over the trash bin.

motion sickness - anyone can get motion sick but some people are more prone to it than others! so you might have characters who always get motion sick in any moving vehicle, or who are okay in cars but can’t travel on water, or who only get sick with intense movement like on roller coasters - or characters who aren’t prone to motion sickness in general, but discover they get it when fatigued, anxious, etc. different characters might also experience it differently - for some there may be a cycle of gradual buildup of nausea until it becomes unbearable and they throw up, while for others it might come on suddenly, or they might have low level nausea throughout a trip but only puke when there’s a more sudden or violent movement. some people also only get motion sick after a period of time, and might be fine on short trips but get sick if they’re traveling longer.

other notes: many people who get carsick don’t get sick if they’re driving! being able to get fresh air also helps many people, as well as focusing on the horizon if possible. some people prone to motion sickness will also experience the opposite when sitting still but watching movement onscreen like in a video game. likewise, reading or looking at a still object for long while moving can trigger motion sickness, even in people who are less prone to it otherwise.

[takamikeiigos]

Okay I know made an ask already like 2 days ago🙄 but what if hawks s/o had to fake their death on a mission for like a month or 2😮‍💨 and when they come back the first thing they do is look for hawks even though they’re tired, beaten and look like complete shit😩😩 I’m just such a sucker for these kind of tropes !!!

Also how’s ur day been :))

ayo i got you fam!!!

this was legit all i could think of for like 3 days so i hope it's okay!!

Title: "You Came Back to Me"

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (for now)

Relationships: Hawks x Reader

Tags: temporary character death, violence, drinking as a coping mechanism (minor on hawk's part), emesis

Word Count: 2.8k

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3

You look up at the villain who currently has you pinned to the floor, your ragged breaths leaving your mouth with every rise and fall of your chest.

His vibrant green eyes are piercing as they stare down at you, his expression wicked and merciless as he presses his foot harder against your throat as a warning.

"Here are your options, darlin'," he pulls his foot away, instead opting to sit back on his haunches. He brushes your hair from your face and rests his hand on your cheek. It makes you flinch and your breath hitch.

"You either find a way to dissappear, or I'll track down that precious little birdy of yours and take his wings for myself."

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- three weeks prior -

"Let me come with you. Please."

"Kei.." you say softly as you back the rest of your necessities in your bag, finally turning to look at him.

He's on edge, you can tell by his posture. His wings are drawn tight to his back, but his feathers are puffed out. It reminds you of how hair stands on end and goosebumps make them selves known under fear and stress.

"You know I can't.."

"This is too much for one person to handle." His arms are folded across his chest now as he leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

"You don't think I can handle myself?" The words leave your mouth sounding offended, and he instantly deflates.

"That's not what I meant. If you didn't know what you were doing, you wouldn't be working for one of the top agencies in Japan." Keigo steps forward, now in your space, and you can see a faint trace of fear flicker across his face. "I just.. this man is very dangerous, y/n. And if anything happens.."

"Hey. It'll be okay. It'll only be a month and I'll be home before you know it. I won't let anything happen, I promise." Your hand falls against his cheek and he nuzzles into it, both of his hands coming to rest against your own.

"You promise?" he asks quietly, needing one more confirmation that you'll be home and safe in a couple weeks.

"I promise."

○ ○ ○

"Have you made your mind up, sweetheart?" Kimura, the man who has had the utmost pleasure in beating you within an inch of your life, asks. He slams you against the brick wall of the alleyway one more time for good measure, his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.

"Please.." you gasp out, your hands coming to wrap around his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure against your larynx. "P-please promise me you won't hurt him, that you w-wont lay a hand on him.."

He chuckles darkly, tossing you aside onto the cold, dirty floor of the alleyway.

Your vision is blurring, slowly darkening at the edges, but you manage to see him move a few feet away, bending down to pick something up off the ground. You blink sluggishly and suddenly he's in your space once more, holding the object, which you soon realize is your phone, in your face.

"Go ahead, songbird. Give him one last goodbye."

You cringe at the abuse of the nickname that you hold so dear, but weakly reach out and take your phone from his hand, Hawks' number already dialed.

All you had to do was hit send and that would be it.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the brick wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You can feel tears burning as they make themselves known, clinging to your eyelashes and not yet falling to your cheeks. You blame it on the amount of pain you're in, but you know the true reason is because you're absolutely terrified.

You press send.

As it rings you notice Kimura bringing out his own phone, holding it up and aiming it in your direction.

What a sick bastard.

"Baby bird!" Keigo's voice comes cheerfully from the other line. Though it warms and calms your senses, it still makes you sad knowing that he's completely oblivious to what's about to come.

"H-Hey, Kei.." you try your best to keep your voice steady, but the damage from excessive force to your throat is unforgiving and the words leave your mouth sounding raspy and distant.

"Y/n, where are you?" Keigo's voice drops an octave and you can tell his worry has set in, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

"I'm okay, just uh," you pause mid-sentence, your throat tightening around the words as tears threaten to spill again, "just got knocked around a lil bit."

Your laugh comes out bitter. You hate the sound of it.

"Y/n. Tell. Me. Where. You. A-"

"Kei, listen. I need you to know how much I.." your voice betrays you and cracks, and you suddenly find that you can't fight the overwhelming fear and sadness coming over you. You weakly bring a hand up to wipe at your battered cheeks, tears continuing to fall and mix with the grime and blood that covers your skin.

You try again to steel yourself, another deep breath falling from your lips shakily, making your lungs rattle. It's becoming harder each second to keep your eyes open and your mind focused, but if you make it through this one phone call, you know you'll be able to rest easy.

"I need you t'know how much I love you. 'N that everything's g'nna be fine. That you'll be okay. And to not c-"

Suddenly a gunshot rings out and your whole world stands still for a split second, before turning completely sideways.

You register warmth blossoming over your abdomen, spreading and soaking your hero uniform. You can hear Keigo frantically yelling from where your phone slipped from your hand and landed on the concrete next to your head. And the last thing you see is Kimura holstering his gun with one hand, tapping away on his phone with the other.

"What a shitty ending for a hero, don't you think?" Kimura grins down at you.

Yeah. What a shitty ending for a hero.

○ ○ ○

The quiet trickle of water finds its way to your ears, and the feeling of something cold and damp against your forehead is a soothing contrast to how hot your body feels.

Opening your eyes feels as though it takes half of whatever strength you have left, and your vision swims. Suddenly hit with a wave a nausea, you lean over and vomit over the edge of the bed you're laying on. Luckily there's a bucket on the floor, and you assume it was placed there for a reason.

That someone placed it there.

In a panic you sit up, your wounds pulling tight and your body protesting. Your vision swims again and it takes you a few moments to ground yourself.

"Ma'am, please don't move too fast. You'll re-open your wounds and you're already in bad shape," a quiet voice projects throughout the room. You look up and notice an older man, probably in his sixties, sitting in a chair next to the bed you're currently occupying.

"Who are you? Where's Kimura?" You grit out, grabbing the edge of the blankets and tossing them off of you. The man in front of you is ready for your attempt at escape and he places steady hands on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed.

"Please! My name is Daichi Tanaka, I am a doctor! I found you in an alleyway near Higashiosaka. I would have taken you to a hospital but you begged me not to," the man pleads, his hands persistent on your shoulders.

You glare at him momentarily, before relaxing back onto the bed, still weary of his intentions.

"Kimura? Is that the name of the person who did this to you?" The man - Tanaka - asks hesitantly.

You ignore his question in favor for asking your own, "How long have I been out?"

Tanaka stares at at you, seeming to contemplate answering, but you figure he finally realizes you aren't taking any shit because his answer comes out with a sigh.

"A little over a week. You've been in and out, your fever finally broke this morning."

Over a week. You've been out for over a week and you don't know where you are, where Kimura went, and where Keigo-

Keigo.

It all comes crashing back to you and you lie back, your hands resting over your eyes.

Tanaka seems to have been reading your mind, because he pulls your phone from the nightstand next to you and passes it over.

"I wiped as much blood from it as I could. You have many new notifications and quite a few missed calls. I wasn't able to unlock it to call anyone, but it seems there are many people worried about you." Tanaka stands then, making his way toward the bedroom door.

"I will give you some privacy for now, but expect me to be back in twenty minutes to check up on you."

With that, Tanaka leaves, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You stare down at your phone, the screen cracked and a few specs of blood and dirt tucked into its crevices. You type your pin in and pull your notifications up, Keigo's name amongst others filling the screen.

You don't realize you're crying until a small hiccup forces its way from your mouth, your cheeks wet with tears.

You notice a voice-mail from him, and though you know it's only going to make you more upset, you force yourself to open it to make sure he's okay.

His voice floods the room and it immediately breaks your heart at how wrecked he sounds. You can tell he's been crying by how gravelly his voice sounds as the message plays out.

"You know," Keigo laughs bitterly over the phone, "I punched Ryosetsu in the face for letting you go on this mission alone. Gave 'im a real nice shiner on your behalf."

The message goes quiet and you can hear what sounds like a glass bottle being opened in the background, Keigo's quiet sniffles also making themselves known.

"Fuck, y/n. They didnt even.. they didnt even find your body. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, huh?

"They wouldn't even let me anywhere near the scene, I had to sit back at the office while they kept me informed. He said there was uh.." you assume Keigo pauses to take a swig of whatever he's drinking based off the tink of the glass bottle, "heh, he said there's a low chance you're even alive because there was so much blood. Fuck."

You grimace at how blunt he is with the statement and how distant his voice sounds. You can only hope that he hasn't been drinking as often as your thoughts are telling you.

"Please come back to me," he whimpers over the message, and a new wave of tears fall down your cheeks. "Please.. I can't do this without you."

○ ○ ○

A few days pass.

Tanaka refuses to take any of your shit.

He most definitely refuses to let you leave until you had one more solid meal in you, and one more day of rest.

You're still a little weak, bruises and abrasions littering your skin ( not to mention the nasty bullet wound Tanaka managed to sew up for you ) but you finally have enough strength to stand and walk on your own.

He pleads with you to stay one more day, just to ensure you're strong enough to be by yourself, but you shake your head and bow before him.

"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka, but I have to keep moving. It might be unsafe for you if I stay."

So instead he writes down his phone number on a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, patting your hand briefly.

"You're a strong one, just be sure to take care of yourself." He smiles kindly at you, and you nod before taking your leave.

○ ○ ○

Days go by as you hop around from town to town, only stopping for food and rest.

It's been a little over two weeks since you made the decision to distance yourself to ensure the safety of your friends and Keigo, and nearly two months since you were assigned the mission. While you knew faking your death was the only way to keep people from asking too many questions about why you suddenly disappeared, you weren't expecting to actually get shot and almost die.

You keep up with the recent events as best as you can, continuously watching news coverage and especially keeping tabs on Keigo's agency.

Your breath catches in your throat one day while you're moving through a rural seaside town, large red wings and a familiar hero uniform immediately catching your attention.

A flood of emotions run through you and it takes everything in you to not run up to him and hold him. But the fear of Kimura's prying eyes hold you back, and you steadily remind yourself that you're doing this to protect him.

You keep your distance and watch his every move. He's staring down at his phone for a while and after a few moments it rings. He brings it to his ear and though you can't hear what he's saying, it must be something important.

Because soon enough his wings are spread out and he's taking flight into the afternoon sky.

○ ○ ○

'Pro-Hero Hawks makes appearance in. Tanabe - finds lead on hero killer'

'Hanamatsu hero case still under investigation'

'Top Hero Agency in Japan pursuing hero killer - Kimura'

The news headlines on your phone cause your blood to run cold. How foolish of you to think Keigo would let this go so easily.

To think he wouldn't trace every piece of evidence and go to the ends of the earth to take down someone who hurt you.

○ ○ ○

You keep tabs on him as best you can. It begins to feel like you're stalking him, in a weird way, but you'll be damned if you did all of this just to put his safety on the line.

Keigo stays in Tanabe for the time being, the week passing by in a blur as you track his movements.

You figure Kimura went into hiding since his criminal activity fell flat after your encounter with him, but Keigo is as persistent as he's ever been, nitpicking every lead that comes his way.

A few days later word gets out that Kimura has been spotted in the village of Hidakagawa, just thirty minutes northwest of Tanabe.

You only hope you can get there before Keigo does.

○ ○ ○

Hidakagawa is exactly what you pictured, a perfect little town for a low-life criminal to live under the radar.

Its quiet and rural, its occupants living their lives happily tucked away from the bustling life of the city.

A few squad cars rush past you as you look at the map you have pulled up on your phone. It seems a little out of character for such a small town, so you push yourself forward and follow them.

○ ○ ○

When you finally catch up to the squad cars, the scene before you makes your hair stand on end.

Keigo has Kimura pinned to the ground, battered and bruised, his fist closed around a one of his feathers that he's currently wielding as a blade. A few dozen officers surround the scene, guns drawn and on edge.

Kimura smirks up at him and whatever he says is out of earshot, but its enough to piss Keigo off and send him into a frenzy.

"Kei, stop!" You find yourself yelling shakily. You finally manage to push through the barricade of officers and it's then that Keigo makes eye contact with you, his closed fist halted in the air.

Kimura takes the split second of distraction to knock the blade from Keigo's hand, flipping their position so the winged hero is pinned to the floor of the temple. He pulls out his gun and cocks it, pressing it to Keigo's forehead.

All the while Keigo keeps his eyes on you.

"I thought I told you to stay away, little one," Kimura grits out, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth, "Now it looks like your little hawk is about to lose his wings, all because someone can't listen."

You move on impulse when Kimura turns his attention back to Keigo, and you grab the handgun from the officer closest to you.

You waste no time in firing a bullet, hitting Kimura right in the temple. But as it strikes he squeezes the trigger of his own gun on impulse, which is still trained on Keigo, a second round going off.

- to be continued -

tbh i was super nervous to post this bc im so new to the fandom but here we go!!

also i just made up random characters bc im not quite caught up with the manga, and also picked random spots in japan that i know absolutely nothing about

rip to my writing skills lmfao

♡ ky

[chefrat]

Liar, Liar, Pants on fire

pairings: Cheater!Oikawa X Reader, Iwaizumi X Reader

type: im not sure, first date??

word-count: 3.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating

A/N: I haven't been sleeping well so I’m reeeaaallly tired but here's something thats really bad written but I felt like I should post to not lose the habit so yea :////// I hope its ok, I could of definitely ended it better and maybe I’ll rewrite it one day but I just felt like finishing it in one night when while I’m my worst. Stuff at home have also not been at all pretty, lots of arguing that have nothing to do with me. oh im so tired :((( I really wish it was easy to sleep 

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You weren’t sure of what you were going to say or even do but the way Oikawa’s eyes widened and the way his hand pushed her off was enough to let you know he was being unfaithful. But your decision had been final on leaving him weeks ago. One might think you were jumping to conclusions but when you noticed them walking together, hand in hand for the last couple of minutes it was enough to let you know what was going on. Not only that but not only were they giggling to each other, sharing loving pecks but just the way the both were standing so close told so much about their relationship. Iwaizumi was also kind enough to let you know a while ago, he knew telling you would be like betraying his best friend but he couldn’t hold back knowing that it was all wrong. To be honest, you couldn’t help but feel relief about the cheating taking Iwaizumi by surprise. You were thinking of ways to lay it on Oikawa, trying to figure out ways to end things with the setter but none of it ever felt right. 

“How long has he been… you know?” Iwaizumi sighed, shifting on the bench you both shared. 

“I don’t know. I figured it out just a week ago, thought I’d tell you before it could go any longer.” He looked over at you, it was obvious he cared about you. He has always cared about you, thats what friends do. Care for each other. Though, some people could say he cared a little bit too much. 

“Thank you…it’s ok. I’ll talk to him, stuff happens.” You shrugged your shoulders but Iwaizumi sat in silence, waiting. He was waiting to comfort you if you cried, or even hold you if all you needed was just a hug. That’s how he always received you, with open arms and a shoulder to cry on. 

“Why aren’t you upset? Don’t tell me you’re going to forgive that shit for brains boyfriend of yours. Please, You deserve way better.” His hand went to grab yours and you let his warmth come in contact with your own freezing hand. Iwaizumi’s grip on your hand never easing, begging you with his touch to not go back to his best friend.

“God, no. It’s just… you know how sometimes you lose feelings for someone and you can’t really explain it. Don’t get me wrong, sure it hurts and I still care deeply for him but romantically. Romantically my feelings changed, Iwa.” 

“It’s not what it looks like.” Oikawa grinned, trying to save face, he took long strides towards you. You frowned, shaking your head at him making him stop on his tracks. “I know what it is. Just don’t make a scene, please. We can talk later.” He was confused, maybe even a little mad that you had asked him to not make a scene. He could only watch you walk away as his other girlfriend stood a few feet away, waiting until the coast was clear. The way she grabbed onto his arm to take his attention away made his stomach twist. Oikawa couldn’t help but feel sick, the wave of nausea hitting him harder and harder each step you took away from him. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll call you later.” She looked at him confused, not wanting to leave him just yet. Especially not now when he’s feeling so vulnerable after seeing you. 

- 

It had been a week after Oikawa had been caught with his second girlfriend by you and just a few days after having a talk with him. The both of you were mature about it, talking through your problems and even forgiving him but breaking up in the process. You still shared the same friends, the same class, and the same best friend. Iwaizumi thanked you mentally for not  saying anything to Oikawa about him coming to you and letting you know about his unfaithfulness. The three of you still tried to at least save the friendship, even if it felt pretty awkward to Oikawa. He couldn’t help but just feel like there was something wrong, the way you dismissed it all, it almost felt like you were eager to break up with him. Eager to get away from him so fast. 

Your laugh took him out of his train of thoughts, he looked over to you sitting next to a sweating Iwaizumi. His own sweat rolled down his back. You would always stay back during their practice, thats how close the three of you were.

Lately it seemed like you were only close to one of them though. He couldn’t blame you, he practically ruined all sorts of relationships with you. Even his own friend had way more courage to call him out on his bullshit. The way you reacted towards the cheating, it just didn’t make him feel good. At all. Was he being an asshole if he expected you to at least cry, maybe yell at him or even try to argue? ‘Just don’t make a scene, please’ maybe he did want to make a scene. He couldn’t do that to you, right? Unfortunately, word got out own how the relationship ended and it was already enough humiliation for the both of you. Making a scene would just make it all types of worse. 

Oikawa made it towards where the both of you sat, his cocky grin on display. It faltered once he took in the conversation between his best friend and ex-girlfriend. “I’ll walk you home then.” Iwaizumi said, pinching the skin on your elbow making you swat his hand away with a giggle. Walking home was usually Oikawa’s doing, especially while he was your boyfriend. So why now were you asking Iwaizumi, or did he offer? 

The conversation died down once he took his seat next to his best friend without saying a word. It almost felt like you guys were purposely excluding him from your guys conversation or even keeping secrets with each other. He couldn’t help but feel paranoid by the way you both acted alone and around him. Even though he had no right to feel jealous, he just couldn’t help himself. 

“You’re walking her home? I thought we were going to hangout after practice.” Oikawa frowned towards his friend, making him tense in his seat. “Sorry, it just gets really dark nowadays. I can’t have her walking home alone.” 

He smiled, letting his own personal feelings get the best of him. “I’ll come with you guys then!” 

And it went on like that for a while. Always including himself and sometimes even receiving annoyed looks from his own best friend. Oikawa wasn’t dumb, he knew there was at least a little something happening with the both of you but he was in no place to say anything. Or at least thats how Iwaizumi thought of it. Trying to get close to your best friends ex-girlfriend sounds horrible but when he cheats on her, it cancels out the horribleness of it, right? The only way Iwaizumi could get closer to you without Oikawa butting in was with late night talks. It was something the both of you looked forward to. Sometimes he’d be way too tired to keep up conversation but he would fight through it for you.  

“So, what do you say? Do you want to?” Iwaizumi asked, laying on his back. He held his phone up to his ear while he used his other hand to rub his neck, massaging out a sore area from practice. 

You giggled nervously, laying on your back as well on your bed and staring up at your ceiling. Your heart thumping against your ribcage almost as if it would jump out. He made you nervous, but a good nervous. The type of feelings you once had for Oikawa, but a little more stronger, and a whole lot more honest. “I’d love to.” 

It sounded as if something fell through the phone, probably something he had hanging up that didn’t hold on anymore but instead it was a very excited Iwaizumi who had rushed off of their bed, and accidentally kicking his nightstand sending his clock flying off in the process. He hissed at the pain he felt on his foot but also silently cheered hearing you agree to his date for the upcoming weekend. “Are you okay?” You giggled again making him blush. “Yea, sorry. I just got a little too excited.” Again with the butterflies, you smiled. 

“Be careful, I want you in one piece for when we finally go out.” He blushed even harder at your words, you really did have a strong affect on him. Iwaizumi’s phone started to vibrate from an incoming call, he pulled his phone from his ear and mumbling a quick ‘give me a second’ to you as he went to go check the caller id. 

He frowned, Oikawa. 

“Can I call you back? Oikawa’s calling me right now…” The brunette could hear you sigh. Oikawa seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever Iwaizumi tried to spend some time with you alone, even through a phone call.  

“Ok, be safe and goodni-“ 

“No, I changed my mind. He can wait, I rather talk to you.” Iwaizumi said, cutting you off. If only he could see you now, a smile on your face and blushing. The conversation continued on even when Oikawa wouldn’t quit on calling but all Iwaizumi could do was send him to voicemail. Six times to voicemail and he still couldn’t get the hint that he was busy. But he was too focused on you to care about what Oikawa was so desperate to talk to him about. 

He couldn’t help but feel happy whenever you would talk about your day even though he had mostly spent half of it with you. Even more happy when you kept reminding him about the date and trying your best to get information out of him on where he was going to take you. You felt warmth in your chest when you got to hear him stammer with his own words whenever you knew you made him nervous with your questions. 

“Is he still calling you? Maybe you should answer him.” It could have been an emergency or maybe it was just him being annoying Iwaizumi thought, but he knew he should at least see what was wrong. 

“Yea, I will. I’m sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He sighed, still not ready to let go of the lovely conversation the both of you were having. 

“Yes. Goodnight, I hope you sleep well. ” You gave him a final giggle before ending the call making his heart thump just a little harder. 

Iwaizumi slumped on his bed with a groan, dialing Oikawa to check up on him. It didn’t take long for him to pick up, two rings and he could already hear the sigh of relief leave his best friend. “Iwaaa~, you had me so worried. What was so important that kept you away from me for so long? Hmm?” He couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, he could’ve of at least sent him a message about how he wouldn’t be able to answer the phone for a while. Or was the guilt from spending the last two or so hours talking to his best friends ex-girlfriend and asking her on a date. 

“Sorry, got caught up with something. What’s up?” He looked over to his nightstand to check the time on his clock but soon realized it was on the floor. The memory coming back and making him smile. 

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering…you wouldn’t lie to me right?” And the pleasure was over, he tensed hearing the question but why? It’s not as if you were cheating on Oikawa when in reality it was him who did the cheating. 

“Of course not. What are you thinking so much about thats got you asking stuff like that?” Oikawa sighed, biting his lip and staring off to his ceiling. 

“Does she ever say anything about me? I know the both of you are close so I’m just wondering. She wasn’t even crying when she saw me with (gf name), do you know what she told me that night? ‘don’t make a scene’. Can you believe that?” Iwaizumi furrowed his brows, bothered by the way his friend was acting so childishly. Why was he so determined to see you hurt, was he that desperate to make you cry? 

“Oikawa, just drop it. You cheated, you’re the bad guy in this situation and you still ended up with the girl you cheated on your own girlfriend with! Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the reason why she wasn’t so hurt by it was because she was already over you?” Seconds passed of pure silence. The only thing Iwaizumi could hear was his friends steady breathing. His brow twitched anxiously, awaiting for an answer. “Did she tell you that?” He rolled his eyes, gripping his phone. 

“She didn’t have to.” He mumbled making him receive a scoff from Oikawa. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oikawa grumbled, annoyed at his unsupportive friend but again, he was just asking for too much from him.  

“It means that you should really be thankful that she values your friendship that she overlooked you cheating on her and that you should really just drop it. Please.” Silence again. He reached over towards where his clock was at on the ground, picking it up and placing it back on his nightstand. “I guess you’re right. I just can’t help but wonder. She was my girlfriend for a while, the least she could do is cry a little.” 

“Why are you such a dick?” Oikawa choked on his spit, getting caught off guard by the question. 

“Excuse me? Iwa, where’s this behavior coming from… did she actually cry? Like only with you?” Iwaizumi huffed in annoyance, the red button tempting him to end the call. 

“I don’t know, I’m just really tired from practice. See you tomorrow, k?” 

“But Iwa-“ And with that he ended the call, readying himself for bed and to face Oikawa tomorrow. But he smiled, thinking about how he was going to see you too. The way you were able to flip his whole mood and instantly put a smile on him, he really did like you. Iwaizumi looked down to his vibrating phone, it was Oikawa again. The guilt came back, it wasn’t for hanging up on him but more on always crushing on his best friends ex girlfriend.

Oikawa groaned into his pillow, frustrated and feeling as if both of his closest friends were shutting him. He didn’t know who else to go to or ask. You weren’t exactly friends with anyone, you kept your circle small and usually never vented to anyone but Iwaizumi. The vibration he felt on his bed made him snatch his phone with an unexplainable speed, hoping it was you or even Iwa with some answers. Instead it was his girlfriend wishing him a goodnight but Oikawa didn’t even bother to read the whole message. 

-

It was Sunday and Iwaizumi was still in the shower after getting in just about an hour ago. The date wouldn’t be until later in the evening and it was only morning but his anxiety ended up getting to him. Urging him to start getting ready at such early hours. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, thrashing your room and scattering clothes everywhere that you pulled from your closet while trying to find the best outfit for Iwaizumi. 

He could hear his phone buzzing again making him pull the curtain back slightly to check the caller id. It was Oikawa again but too bad Iwaizumi was too busy scrubbing his body clean for the fifth time. Anyways, it was Sunday and just around eleven in the morning, he would understand if Iwaizumi just said he slept in and missed his calls. But the buzzing wouldn’t stop, Iwa grumbled while turning the water off and hearing his own mom knocking on the door, asking him if he was okay. 

Iwa was quick to dry himself, he sat on his bed watching the clock on his nightstand. Why was time going by so slow? Normally he was a patient man but he was just way too eager to hangout with you. He’d do anything to make time speed up just a little. For you, you wished you had gotten up earlier. You still couldn’t decide on what to wear, your room a whole mess and you still hadn’t showered. Until when you finally decided on something simple, nothing that wasn’t too much nor too relaxed. But you couldn’t help but frown, Iwa never gave you a hint on where he was going to take you or even told you if it was going to be cold or not. With a groan, you neatly folded your outfit and put it on a spot on your bed before practically running to the bathroom to shower even though you still had over five hours to get ready. 

He slowly dressed to be able to pass some time starting with his socks, and so on with a pair of fresh gym shorts and black t-shirt. Iwa decided on wearing casual clothing and not his chosen outfit until it was time for him to go so there wouldn’t be a way for him to get it dirty in away way and ruin it. Glancing at the clock, he laid on his bed. It was just around noon, almost hitting one. With a sigh, he picked up his phone and scrolling through his socials to pass time. He turned on his tv and let it run as background noise to keep him at least a bit distracted. Not before putting an alarm for an hour before walking to your house so he could properly get dressed.

You huffed trying to get your eyeliner done, even just the minimum to at least show him that you were trying. With a steady hand you were able to complete the left eye. Smiling, you looked at yourself in the mirror. ‘Ok, I think it looks okay-ish enough’ you though to yourself, looking down to your phone and seeing the time being four, almost time for your date with Iwaizumi. The pink chapstick stained your lips just a tad bit while it worked as a hydrator as well, just a little something you wanted to add. Your phone vibrated with a notification, it was Iwaizumi. You couldn’t help the smile that the name on the screen brought to your face. The tip of your finger swiped the notification and reading it to yourself out loud. “Hi, If you're by any chance ready would it be ok to go pick you up now? No pressure xx.” You weren’t the only one eager, it helped you feel more at ease. Your fingers typing up a response were unfortunately interrupted from another message notification, this time from Oikawa but you simply ignored it, not even bothering to read what he had to say, much more focused on going on your first date with Iwaizumi. 

Hearing you giggle made Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint to a shade of light pink, he was outside your door and holding a bouquet of flowers that unintentionally matched with your outfit. It was simply pure kismet. “Are those for me?” He couldn’t ignore the sparkling look in your eyes when you asked so he just smiled, handing them to you. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.” It was now your turn for your cheeks to flush at his compliment. You happily accepted them, excusing yourself for a minute to place them in an empty vase and then returning to him, closing the door behind you in the process. 

The both of you walked hand in hand toward a small coffee shop that the both of you were familiar with. “I still have somewhere else I wanna take you, not just for coffee.” He said with a smile and a squeeze to your hand. 

“Ohh where else then?” You pressed, trying to get it out him. 

“It’s a surprise, don’t worry about it.” Iwa looked over to you the smile still standing proudly on his face. Just happy to be with you after so long. 

-

You couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing to where he was taking you. It was the most recent restaurant that had opened up in your area, he was taking you out to dinner. Perfect timing as well, you did start to feel a little hungry after the small cup of coffee you had just about an hour ago. “I know it’s not much but I know how much you like Italian and well-“ You quickly cut him off with a kiss on the cheek making him look down at you in surprise. He felt the warmth in his chest start up again, you were just too cute. 

“Going anywhere to eat with you is already a perfect date, but the Italian food is for sure a plus.” Still having his hand in yours, you made sure to keep walking even while he still was a little shocked from the peck on the cheek. You giggled, pulling him closer to you by the hand. “What? Want another one?” Iwaizumi only nodded but this time taking charge as he gently placed his free hand on your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face, contagious enough to cause you to smile too. You teasingly let your wet tongue swipe against his bottom lip making him pull away with a furious blush. 

“Easy now.” Iwa mumbled, readjusting his posture and scanning the not-so-busy street to see if any creep had been lingering for too long. Just something to distract him from his first kiss with you because he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold back on the kissing if you tried the tongue trick again.

You laughed at his words but continued on into the restaurant. A very warm atmosphere came over the both of you, you really did enjoy his company. He made you happy, the way he holds your hand and the way he would look into your eye. It was definitely worth it to wait for the weekend. Iwaizumi thought so too, he would make it his personal goal to show just how much he cared about you and to do way better than Oikawa ever could. Even though that was his closest friend, he still could not let it slide on how trashy he was for being a cheater. The both of you were greeted by a wonderful waiter, following quickly behind them to the table nearest to a corner, somewhere more secluded but not so much. 

Dinner passed by fast but neither of you could bring up what the both of you were dreading, the end of the date. Instead you kept him distracted with memories you shared with him from school, making him smile every time you would get way into detail. He loved hearing you talk about certain memories you had of him, things he had kept to himself thinking that no one would remember and that surprised him when you had a perfect memory. The guilty feeling in him slowly dying out with every little conversation you had with him. But it soon returned when he received a message notification from Oikawa. 

‘How’s the date with (Y/n)? I thought you said you wouldn’t lie to me, Iwa…”

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[thenamesseven]

Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst and mentions of blood.

Word count: 4.3

A/N: IM FINALLY BAAAACK! My internship is over and I finally had the time to finish writing this chapter! Sorry for taking so long, I promise I’ll be around for more often now! ^^ Enjoy this chapter!

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Blood. 

When Wooyoung opened the infirmary door and watched the scene in front of him, his surroundings started spinning around at a fast pace. The male gripped the door handle tightly, breathing shortening to avoid smelling the metallic scent that filled up the room.

There was blood everywhere on the floor. It would be impossible to get to him without stepping into the sticky bloody puddles that were forming around his body.

Wooyoung had seen all kinds of things while working in a jail. Fights, attempts of murder, suicides, death wasn't a stranger for him. This time however, there was something different about the situation he just encountered. The one laying on the floor might be a criminal, Mingi's hands were stained with blood, with theft but under all that, behind all the things he did, a good person hid. Wooyoung knew Mingi wasn’t bad, life just brought him to this place but he would have surely made better choices in his life if he had the chance to in the past. 

Time slowed down when reached for his walkie-talkie, panick was blocking all of his senses like he couldn't even hear himself as he called for help and medical assistance. Wooyoung rushed to the inmate's side, almost falling down onto the floor when his shoes stepped on the blood that surrounded Mingi's body, the red liquid made the surface slippery and Wooyoung would have to be careful if he didn't want to make the situation even worse by hurting himself too.

"Mingi?" His voice was rushed, tense and shook with hesitance as he reached out to shake his body "Mingi'' Wooyoung's voice turned stern, trying to see if a stricter voice would bring him back to consciousness. "Mingi'' He tried again, kneeling down onto the floor, staining his uniform pants with blood as he reached out to gently slap his face. 

He needed a reaction. Anything. 

Desperate to get any sign of life from him, Wooyoung's eyes scanned the inmate's body, quickly finding where the open wound that was covered by blood and stained clothes was. It was near his stomach, more on the side, the amount of blood looked bad but he knew Mingi would survive if the knife hadn't touched any vital organs. His hands flew to the wound, pressing as hard as he could in order to stop the bleeding. 

Mingi groaned loudly in response, probably in pain due to the sudden pressure on his side and Wooyoung felt as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

There was still some life in him, everything wasn’t lost yet.

Despite Mingi not enjoying the sensation of Wooyoung’s hands pressuring his side, the male kept doing it as hard as he could, ignoring the awful sensation of his hands becoming wet and sticky with another man’s blood. He was not good at this, if it hadn’t been a life or death situation he would have probably passed out already, Wooyoung was never a fan of blood.

“Mingi stay with me” He muttered looking down at the inmate, watching how the slightly older male struggled to keep his eyes open, his vision becoming blurry as he didn’t even know who was the one hurting him “Don’t fall asleep alright?  You have to stay awake” 

“Jaehyun…” He whispered, ignoring everything Wooyoung was saying. If he was going to die the last thing he was going to do was drag that fucker down with him. He probably wouldn’t pay the consequences, Jaehyun had made sure to get along with the high ranks of this jail but he would try at least, he just had to.

“I know it was Jaehyun, I know” Wooyoung looked at the door when more guards stumbled inside, instantly stopping as soon as they saw the scene in front of their eyes. One of them ran out and the sound of his gagging as he threw out echoed in the busy hall loud enough for the people in the infirmary to hear.

“Mingi” Wooyoung gently slapped his face when he saw him closing his eyes, his body temperature was unbelievably low and his muscles were too relaxed for Wooyoung’s liking “Mingi stay awake, the ambulance is coming” 

“Jongho…” 

Wooyoung shook his head, motioning for Mingi to shut up and save his energy in order to stay conscious “He’ll visit you later, stay with me Mingi, safe your strength”

“Take care of him” He insisted, not listening to Wooyoung “Don’t let him get in trouble, no matter how stubborn he is” 

“Mingi-”

“I know you don’t hate him that much” The smile of Mingi’s face caught Wooyoung so off guard, that he opened and closed his mouth like a breathless fish, not knowing what to do or say to his most recent words “I know you’ll help him, I know you’ll get him out”

After saying those words, Mingi lost consciousness. Wooyoung knew it because his eyes closed and his muscles relaxed so much that Wooyoung started panicking. “Mingi” Wooyoung repeated his name, gently shaking him in order to wake him up “Mingi?” His tone, more urgent than before, alarmed the cops outside that were waiting for the ambulance and paramedics to arrive “Mingi!” 

But Mingi couldn’t hear him anymore.

Hospitals are commonly disliked by people. It was a word that brings bad memories to people, a synonym for death and illness which is why most humans try to avoid this place. This is totally understandable though, you don’t come to a hospital to have some fun. Sure sometimes happiness filled the rooms due to recovery or births but that feeling usually got drowned by the sadness and desperation that filled the rest of the patients around.

You’ve always wanted to work in a hospital though, the idea of taking care of people, watching them recover and helping them through their illness always got your attention. You’ve been the kind of person that put others before yourself, Jongho usually scolded you about this but it was your nature, you just couldn’t help it. 

Today was different though. 

Today you hated this place as much as a normal human being did.

You rushed out of the taxi that drove you here from your apartment as soon as the driver stopped in front of the entrance. Placing some money -that would surely be more than enough- into his hand, you grabbed your purse and closed the door, half walking, half running to your destination. Pushing the double doors open, a wave of sickness and nausea hit you hard as soon as the characteristic smell of antiseptic mixed with medicine filled your nose, you ignored it though, as well as the serious yet worried glance the woman at the front desk threw your way. The brightness that only became stronger by the white walls and floor surrounding you made your head spin but you somehow managed to keep walking forward, taking step after step closer to where Wooyoung had told you they were waiting.

All kinds of thoughts ran through your mind.

You should have been there with him, you should have been there to stop it cause Jaehyun wouldn’t have acted the way he did if you had been there with Mingi, you shouldn’t have left him alone, this would have never happened if you had been there instead of hiding at home like a coward. Blaming yourself wasn’t new, you’ve always had a tendency of being a bit too hard on yourself when something happened, Jongho knew this better than everybody but this time he wasn’t around to silence the mean voice that whispered in your ear, that haunted your mind.

Standing there in the waiting room were Wooyoung along with Hongjoong, Yunho and San, who sat nearby the doors that led into the different operating rooms. You were the only ones there though, hopefully Mingi was getting as much help as the doctors could provide right now. Wooyoung stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed on his chest, tension evident in his body. He was still covered in blood and the sight of him made you gasp so loud that they all turned their heads towards you curiously, worried. Pain and distress obvious in their features.

This is all your fault.

“(Y/N)” 

Before you could say something, Wooyoung opened his arms and welcomed you into them, wrapping them around your fragile body gently and comfortably, soothing the pain and heaviness in your chest for a few seconds. The blood was dried in his uniform so it didn’t stain your clothes but the metallic yet disgusting scent surrounding him didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, still with his arms around you “How is he?”

“By the time I got to the infirmary to check on him he was already on the floor” Wooyoung explained quietly, running his hand up and down your back “He was conscious so I tried to keep him awake, try to stop the hemorrhage but there was too much blood and he stopped talking and-”

“What I can’t understand is how things like this can happen in a place where inmates should be watched throughout the whole day?” San’s hard yet cold voice brought silence to the room, you dragged your eyes towards them, acknowledging their presence for the first time since you got here.

The three of them looked miserable.

Wooyoung let you go and turned around to face them. He was tense but you knew him well enough to know he would attempt to stay calm in order to not let the situation get out of hand. “Some of them manage to find the right times to get away from us and-”

“So you admit you guys are not doing your job well?” Yunho joined his friend, glaring at Wooyoung as he crossed his arms on his chest. Hongjoong limited himself to look down at something that was displayed on the screen of his phone. Probably business? Whatever it was seemed to be important.

“I mean, that wasn’t even the place I was watching” Wooyoung replied hesitantly, not liking the accusations that were suddenly being thrown his way.

“Guys-” You tried to stop the upcoming argument, to help them relax a little but San glared at you, shutting you up immediately.

“Why were you going to the infirmary then?” He asked, curiously looking at him. “Were you involved in what happened?” He pressed further, willing to pressure him even more.

“What are you trying to say?” Wooyoung stepped forward, hating how they were trying to blame him for what had happened while he had only wanted to save their friend.

Yunho stood up and took a step closer to Wooyoung, taking the same threatening stance Wooyoung had and before you could get in between them, Hongjoong that had stayed quiet during the entire exchange and who you thought wasn’t paying attention to any of the words that were being said finally looked up.

“This is not the place nor time to discuss this” He said, seriousness evident in his face as he looked between Wooyoung and Yunho. None of the males moved, still staring into each other’s eyes right before their leader spoke up again. “Officer Jung did as much as he could Yunho, now we just have to trust Mingi”

“He better get out of this one alive” San scoffed besides him as Yunho sat back down, your blood freezing when you saw how much hatred, how much pain shone in the male’s eyes “Because I’ll make all of their lives a living nightmare if he dies” 

“He will” You whispered quietly, rubbing your eyes as Wooyoung sighed taking a seat besides you “He will get out of this one”

The room Wooyoung had guided you into was similar to the ones you’ve seen in movies before, it felt as if you were about to get interrogated by someone, that wasn’t the case though and unfortunately, you were just waiting to deliver some news. Something you couldn’t believe yet.

The ticking of the clock was the only thing that could be heard as it echoed in the empty room, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie as you stared down at the table, nervously waiting for Wooyoung to arrive. The tissues filling your pockets were starting to break into small pieces from how much you’ve been fidgeting with them and your swollen eyes burned from all the tears you’ve shed during the last few hours. Your nose was surely as red as Rudolph’s but that was not the thing the worried you the most.

Your current biggest worry opened the door and snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyes full of concern landing on your face as soon as he entered the room.

“Twenty minutes” Wooyoung said from behind Jongho, eyes on you to make sure you wouldn’t surpass the time limit he was putting on your little reunion “That’s all you got”

“Thanks Wooyoung” You whispered quietly, not trusting your voice too much. Wooyoung just threw 

a small smile your way, eyes scanning your face briefly before he closed the door behind Jongho, going to wherever he would have to go to make sure nobody else would notice Jongho wasn’t in his cell at this time of the night.

You were sure he had heard what happened, news flew fast in this kind of place but you still wanted to be the one to tell him, you wanted to be there for him even if that meant seeing him break for the first time in all the years the two of you had been together.

He deserves to be told by you that Mingi was dead, that he wasn’t coming back anymore.

Jongho still stood by the door, ignoring the empty chair that was placed on the other side of the table waiting for him to take a seat. His hands were in his pockets, eyes down on the floor as he moved his weight from one of his legs to the other, not even knowing how to stand.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you gathered as much strength as you could and stood up, feeling his eyes on you while you walked around the room, picked up the empty chair and placed it down in front of the one you’ve been sitting on all this time. Jongho needed to be closer, he would need you to comfort him as soon as you confirmed the awful thoughts running through his head right now.

“Sit down” You told him, motioning to the chair you’ve just moved.

Jongho looked up at you, making your eyes meet. Time stopped between the two of you, the broken glance in his eyes broke your heart even more and you knew that even though the words hadn’t left your mouth yet he still knew what you were about to say. He wasn’t stupid after all and if Mingi had recovered from the attack he suffered in the infirmary the two of you wouldn’t be here, looking at each other, beating around the bush since none of you wanted to say it out loud.

“Listen to me” Jongho was the first one to break the silence, sadness dripping from his tone as he reached out to grab one of your hands, holding it gently.

“Jongho wait” You cut him off before he could keep talking, the sound of his voice giving you the little push you needed to start talking about what you planned to said “I need to tell-”

“I know” He nodded, eyes staring into yours as his grip on your hand got tighter. There were tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, pain written all over of his face but like always, Jongho kept his mask up and acted as if he was feeling nothing, as if this was just one of his usual days “I know (Y/N) and you need to listen to me”

“But-” Just thinking about Mingi being gone brought a thousand tears to roll down your cheeks, your hands shaking as he gently pulled you against his chest. It was unbelievable how you had come with the intentions of comforting him but it ended up him being the one comforting you. Jongho’s pain was surely stronger than yours, Mingi had been there for him when you couldn’t, he had been the one that kept him safe in this hell and now that was gone.

“I’ll cry his loss when this is over, when we’re safe and sound” He said gently, one of his hands caressing the back of your head while the other kept you close to his body. “You need to listen to me attentively, alright?” Jongho moved back enough to look into your eyes, both of his hands cupping your cheeks now so you could only look at him, not allowing you to look away. “Things are getting really bad for me” He said honestly, wiping your endless tears with his thumbs as they fell “Jaehyun is coming for me (Y/N) and let’s be honest, he has more friends than I do in here” Everything Jongho was saying made perfect sense, Jaehyun’s freedom was getting out of control and he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted unlike Jongho. That scared you to death, his next target would be Jongho for sure and the thought of losing him like you lost Mingi only increased the pain in your chest.

“I’ll get you out of here” You said almost immediately, heart pounding against your chest “I’ll talk with Hongjoong and we’ll speed up the process and-”

“(Y/N)” Jongho’s voice lowered, his hands squeezing your cheeks a bit tighter to get your attention “I know you will baby, I know you want to get me out of here” The small smile on his lips broke your heart, something told you he was saying goodbye to you, that there were plans in his head that wouldn’t end the way you wanted to.

“You can’t leave me” You begged, shaking your head.

“I never will Treasure, I will never leave you” Jongho’s voice trembled and the alarms in your head rang louder “Listen to me alright? Just listen to me and you can say whatever you want when I’m done” Taking a deep breath you nodded, stomach twisting nervously, anticipation killing you “Something might happen to me, we both know that (Y/N), there’s nothing Jaehyun wants more than killing me” Your lower lip trembled when you nodded at his words, you also knew that and you hated yourself for not being able to do something against it “I’ll obviously try to avoid that though, it’s not like I’m going to wait for him to attack” His smile was full of sadness and he looked at you desperate, helpless “But if something happens-” 

“No”

“If something happens” He repeated caressing your cheeks, one of his hands leaving your face to move into one of his pockets. His hand shook with emotion and nervousness “I want to do this if, unfortunately, I don’t have the chance to in the future” Before you could process what was going on, Jongho went down on one of his knees right in front of you, looking up at you with a look of love and adoration you’ve never seen in his eyes before. His mask was coming down, he wasn’t hiding his emotions from you anymore.

“Jongho-”

“I know you’ve imagined this way differently” He said with a small smile, tears still present in his eyes as he reached up and grabbed one of your hands “Because I was there when you talked for hours about how you’ve always wanted your wedding to be” Your heart was beating so fast at this point that it wouldn’t surprise you if it suddenly broke your ribcage and got through it “And definitely getting proposed to in a jail was never your number one idea but this is what I’ve got, I’m tired of waiting and I’m not taking the risk of losing my last chance” Jongho squeezed your hand tightly, a tear slipping from his eyes “Treasure, (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you” His confession squeezed your heart, you’ve always known Jongho and you had feelings for each other but hearing him say it hit you way differently “It’s surely not a surprise because let’s be honest, I’ve always made sure you knew you were and still are the most important thing in my life” His touch got gentler and his eyes softer, he couldn’t believe he was finally doing this “And if I get out of here, I promise I will give you the world baby, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, we’ll have that wedding, you’ll have that house you’ve dreamed of and I’ll hopefully help you create the most beautiful family in the entire universe” You bit down on your lower lip, seeing how more tears started rolling down his cheeks “But if something happens, I don’t want to….To die regretting not doing this, regretting not making you mine” He suddenly stood up, pulling you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ve always been yours” You whispered quietly, letting your tears mix with his as they fell down your faces

“Marry me (Y/N)” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a proposal, he was begging you to do it, dying for you to accept him not as your best friend or as your lover but as your husband. Jongho wanted to be your other half, the person you would spend the rest of your days with, the one you would die for if it came to that “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, the reason I’m still alive fighting against all chances, the fuel that keeps my heart beating” He was whispering these words, voice shaky as if he was scared to say this too loud. Jongho has never been good when it came to feelings but he was opening himself up for you and only you tonight. “Be mine forever, you’ve already stolen my heart….Why not steal my last name as well?”

His last sentence made the both of you smile quietly, this cheesy side of him would have been truly funny if you weren’t in the situation you were in right now. He was asking you to marry him but deep down, it still felt as if he was saying goodbye to you.

“On one condition” You cleared your throat and looked at him, serious as ever “You have to get your ass out of here” You said holding back your tears, hearing your own voice breaking almost a thousand times during the same sentence “And prepare with me the wedding of our dreams” His smile got bigger, his head automatically nodding at your words “And you’ll have to wear a tuxedo” He hated them, Jongho always complained of how uncomfortable they looked but you knew he would look incredibly handsome in one of them.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to see you walking down the aisle” He whispered, staring down at your lips, his hands holding one of yours as he slid a ring down your finger, the cold metal turning your skin into goosebumps “I know it’s ugly as fuck but it’s what I’ve found around, I’ll get you the prettiest ring ever when we get out of here” The two of you laughed softly as you looked down at the bland stripe of silver metal around your finger. 

“I love it” You mumbled happily, making him laugh a bit louder this time.

“You do huh? Choi (Y/N)?” The sound of your name along with his last name made your hearts simultaneously skip a beat, both of your smiles getting undeniably bigger as you looked into each other’s eyes. “So tell me”His lips brushed against yours temptingly, hungry for kisses. “Will you marry me? I swear I’ll wear a tuxedo” You giggled against his lips, nodding quietly at his words.

“Yes Jongho, I’ll marry you”

Outside in the parking lot, Wooyoung leaned back against a black car, cigarette between his lips as he breathed in the smoke that released some of the stress in his body.

“Thanks for the help today, we wouldn’t have been able to do it without you” Wooyoung shrugged at the words. Keeping his eyes up on the moon that shone above them.

“I just did the right thing, it was time for me to finally do something” He replied, kicking a stone near his shoe, watching it get lost in the darkness that surrounded the parking lot.

“You’ve been doing the right thing for a long time Wooyoung, without you, who would have watched Jongho’s back all these years?”

“I won’t feel like we succeeded until all of this is over” He simply replied, pushing himself away from the side of the car as he stepped on the cigarette he just threw down onto the floor.

“We’ll get him out of there alive, just hold on there a little longer” 

“I think we’re running out of time” He turned around to look at the male, eyes serious and voice tense. Things were getting too complicated, the plan wasn’t going how it was supposed to. Getting Jongho out of jail wouldn’t be as easy as they thought it would be.

“Have I ever lied to you?” The other asked him, smiling a little when Wooyoung shook his head “Trust us, Jongho and (Y/N) will be out of here as soon as possible” 

“Better hurry up though” Wooyoung insisted, not afraid to pressure the other male “It will be better if you guys get them out of here alive rather than Jaehyun getting them out of here in plastic bags”

“Patience is the key to success” A sigh was heard, the engine of his car revving alive since it was his time to go. He had things to do, plans to discuss with the rest of his friends. “Pleasure working with you officer Jung”

“As long as you keep (Y/N) safe, the pleasure was all mine Hongjoong”

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[nyctolovian]

Summary: Shouto refuses to call Katsuki after falling sick. When Katsuki comes home, he makes it clear that Shouto should never do that again, all while fussing over his sick husband.

Warning: Emetophobia/vomit, nudity

Shouto plopped to the floor.

"Sh-Shouto?!" Izuku rushed to his side. "What happened? Are you—" He squatted down beside Shouto and placed a steadying hand on his best friend's back. "Are you hurt anywhere? Was it a quirk?"

"Not well, I think," Shouto replied. His vision was hazy with exhaustion.

Pressing a hand to Shouto's forehead, Izuku muttered, "Ah… you're heating up. It's not your quirk, is it?"

Shouto shook his head.

"It's a fever then… You should go home to rest."

"Mm…"

"Should I call you a cab?"

"Mm…"

Izuku sighed. "If you weren't feeling well, you should have just called in, Shouto. You overwork yourself so much. Should I call Kacchan too?"

At breakfast, Katsuki mentioned something about going for an important briefing today. Shouto thought it might be best not to bother him so he shook his head lightly. "It's just a bit of a fever."

Izuku nodded. "If you say so."

+++

Shouto found his hands hovering back to his phone before he tucked them back under the blanket again. Things had gotten worse as the day went on. He felt weak and he was sweating bullets but trembling like a newborn fawn. 

Multiple times throughout the day, he found himself typing in the textbox in the chat he had with Katsuki. His messages ranged from "Im not well" to "can you come home pls?" All of them were eventually deleted and his phone placed at his nightstand. 

The frequency at which he reached for his phone increased as his discomfort increased. His world spun nauseatingly even as he lay in his bed and his stomach was beginning to do dangerous twists and flips. 

During one of the down-times, he trudged over to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic bag from the basket where Katsuki kept them. He hadn't puked anything out yet so he just kept the plastic bag clenched between his sweaty fingers, lying in a pathetic foetal position on the bed.

Just as he leaned over the plastic bag for the nth time, almost but never managing to vomit, he heard a soft click from the living room. Shouto peered at the clock. Ah, was it evening already? The whole house was unlit so Katsuki probably didn't know Shouto was at home.

Katsuki turned on the lights in their bedroom and Shouto let out a punched-out noise. 

"Wha— Shouto?!" Katsuki exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing in the dark?" He walked to his side of the bed and threw his bag down unceremoniously.

"S-switch off the lights. Please," Shouto whimpered. The light was making him even dizzier.

After a quick glance over, Katsuki realised what state Shouto was in and quickly switched the lights off. Kneeling down by Shouto's side, he frowned. "Are you sick? Feel like puking?"

Weakly, Shouto nodded.

"Shit. Why didn't you call me, asshole?" 

"Didn't want to be a bother."

Katsuki huffed loudly. He began to stroke Shouto's back in large firm circles and Shouto moaned at the alleviating comfort. "You're going to be my fucking bother for as long as we're married so take that courteous bullshit out of this house. I don't appreciate it."

Despite the mounting nausea, Shouto chuckled. 

"Fucking call, okay?"

He hummed his assent. Then, another wave of nausea hit him and he pulled the plastic bag to his face again, panting so heavily he couldn't swallow the saliva as it dripped out of his mouth. His stomach churned like a washing machine overflowing with bubbles and tried to expel it all out but nothing would come.

"Vomit it out. You'll feel better after."

"I'm trying," Shouto hissed out between heaves. 

Katsuki fell silent and he rubbed bigger and faster circles over Shouto's back. 

Eventually, the waves of nausea finally peaked and spilled over, sending the contents of Shouto's stomach into the plastic bag. His nose and mouth burned from the acid as he grimaced and groaned. Tears sprang to his eyes from the mere effort.

Katsuki said something to him (he didn't quite register what though) before leaving his side. 

Round two hit him and he coughed violently before the puke hit the bag. He panted heavily and he was forced to breathe in gulps of the acrid scent from the plastic bag. He felt a tap on the back of his hand and glanced up to see Katsuki.

"Give me," he said. 

Shouto's head was a fog. He handed the plastic bag to Katsuki, who then handed him another plastic bag. Tidily and quickly, Katsuki tied up the used plastic bag and stood back up to throw it.

At the breath of fresh air, Shouto sighed as he leaned over the new plastic bag. When his husband came back, he resumed rubbing soothing circles over Shouto's back. After Shouto lurched forward for the third time and heaved out clear fluids into the bag, he sighed. The nausea was gone, and what was left was absolute exhaustion. Katsuki took the bag from Shouto and tied it off again. Before leaving this time, he took a wet cloth from the table (when had Katsuki brought that in?), and gently wiped Shouto's face with it. 

Then, he shoved a cup of warm water into Shouto's palms. "Drink." Then, he left again.

Shouto took a couple tiny sips from the cup before leaving it on the nightstand and curling back under the sheets.

Katsuki came back with another plastic bag and a basin. He placed the plastic bag with the unfinished cup of water and set the basin on the floor. He gave Shouto a little squeeze as he sat down on the floor beside Shouto. "God, you're such a fucking idiot," he muttered, wringing a towel over the basin. "If you're this fucking sick, call me." 

All Shouto could manage was a sheepish smile. 

He placed the cloth over Shouto's forehead and the cool sensation relieved him.

"Katsuki?"

"Hm?"

"Cuddle."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the request. "Insufferable bastard. You're lucky you're fucking cute," he grumbled as he climbed into bed. 

As the familiar warmth and pressure of Katsuki enveloped him, he sighed contentedly. Gently, Katsuki pressed a soft kiss to his hair and then on his left cheek. Shouto closed his eyes and tried to relax. 

Every time the wet towel on his forehead was about to feel too warm, Katsuki would dunk it in the basin, wring it, and place it on Shouto's forehead again. 

Eventually, under his husband's watchful care, exhaustion overcame Shouto and he slipped into a fitful slumber.

When he woke up again, Katsuki had already fallen asleep. He glanced towards the clock. 10pm. Work must have worn him out too… Shouto's lips were feeling a bit chapped so he sat up to get himself the drink he left at the nightstand. As he did, however, Katsuki, ever the light sleeper, woke up with a start. 

He squinted at Shouto and rubbed his eyes. "Better?" he said, voice sticky from the nap.

"Yeah. A lot. You haven't eaten, right?"

"Nah. Not yet. Let's order in," he said. "Porridge?"

Shouto nodded.

Katsuki groaned as he sat up and grabbed his phone. A couple minutes later, he set the phone aside. "Alright, stinky baby, time for a bath."

Instinctively, Shouto took a sniff at his clothes and wrinkled his nose. He smelled of sweat and puke. Ugh. 

That sent Katsuki chuckling for some reason. Shouto stood up. Satisfied that he had regained enough energy to walk, he headed for the bathroom. "Oh," he said at the doorway, "my clothes."

"Already got it," Katsuki said from the wardrobe.

"Okay." Shouto switched the lights and water heater on before heading in, and turning the water on for the bath.

Once they had taken off their clothes, Katsuki nodded towards the bathroom stool under the shower, and said, "Sit."

Shouto followed his instruction while Katsuki dragged the other bathroom stool over to sit behind him. He took the shower head, testing the water on his palm before turning it towards Shouto. 

Shouto relaxed under the water as it ran over his skin and soaked his hair. Bakugou gave himself a quick shower as well before grabbing the shampoo and squirting a generous portion into his hand. Then, gently, he applied it to Shouto's hair, massaging his scalp. 

Tension seeped out of Shouto's body under the tender attention of Katsuki, and he found himself leaning his head against those strong hands. After shampooing his hair, Katsuki used a loofah to scrub Shouto clean. Then, it was running water over his head and body again, removing the suds. 

As soon as Shouto heard another squirt from behind, he turned around with a frown. "Conditioner?"

"For fuck's sake," Katsuki groaned. "Why are you so fucking opposed to conditioner? Isn't a part of your income from fucking modelling? You think any of those thirsty fucks will pay you if you have disaster hair? You're not even actually the one doing the conditioning, you asshole!"

Shouto laughed. "Okay, okay," he said. "Only because you're doing it for me."

"Ingrate," Katsuki muttered, placing his hands into Shouto's hair again. When all the conditioning was done, he slapped Shouto's shoulder. "Get out." Shouto rolled his eyes and headed to the bathtub. Slowly and carefully, he sank into the water and leaned back, closing his eyes.

He could hear Katsuki soaping himself and showering as quickly as he could. The second he was squeaky clean, he marched over to the bathtub and stepped in with his husband.

With a soft sigh, he leaned against Shouto's chest, resting his head against the other's shoulder. Shouto smiled and reached for Katsuki's hand, which obediently intertwined with his. 

The two sat in silence, soaking in the moment. They sat there for several minutes before Katsuki spoke up, "Let's get out. We're all wrinkly already." He lifted their interlocked hands to demonstrate his point.

Shouto huffed in laughter as they stood up. 

"What's so funny?" Katsuki asked as he unplugged the bathtub stopper. 

"Not… Not really funny," Shouto said, looking at his hands. "Just thinking."

"Did it hurt?"

Shouto shot him a glare. "Anyway," he said, "I was thinking that… you know. It'd be nice if one day we do get wrinkly. Together."

Katsuki wrinkled his nose at Shouto. "Sap."

"You don't like it?" he asked, eyes wide and ears heating up. "I… I thought it'd be nice if we could grow old together though…"

"Nah, I… I like that too," Katsuki replied with a soft grin. 

Shouto nodded, fuzzy feeling in his chest. 

"If you want that to happen though, you've gotta take care of yourself, Shouto."

"Yeah… Yeah…" He grabbed his clothes and began putting them on. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"I'm serious."

When Shouto turned to look at Katsuki, he noticed the dour look in his red eyes. 

"Next time there's anything, you've got to tell me. You keep so much to yourself… it worries me. I'm your fucking husband. I want to know things." 

Apologetically, Shouto hummed and kissed Katsuki's dripping hair. "Okay, okay. I promise. I'm sorry."

"Good. Next time this happens, I'll gut you like a fucking fish."

Shouto nodded. "Okay."

[pink-peony-princess]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

[klariwitch]

You’ll Love Me Again

No one ever really mentioned all the symptoms that comes with heartbreak. For one, your heart quite literally hurt. It burned. Not in the sorts that felt like heart burn, but more so like it was falling. The feeling of weightlessness. Yet, at the same time you felt as heavy as can be. From there its just full on misery. Y’know how people will say they feel like they just got hit by a truck? Yeah. Yeah its that.

“I’m uh, how do i put this without you going all vigilante mode on me? I’m into your sister,” Kon was grinning stupidly now.

Oh!

oh.

Tim felt his heart sink and then the nausea began to settle in.

“My? My what?” Tim shook his head in disbelief. Kon didn’t like him. He liked-

“Cass. Kon likes Cass, Steph,”

“Yknow when I see him next, you best believe I’m bringing that kryptonite ring, I’m gonna-“

“I feel sick to my fucking stomach,” the Robin sobbed over the phone. 

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The answering voice sighed. She still felt the shock of Tim crying on the phone with her, about a boy of all things. And, although the she wanted to slap the living shit out of the both of them, she also knew it was best to be calm and to let him cry on. “I know, I feel you Timmy, been there, done that,” she gave the phone a sad smile.

“I can’t even comprehend how that’s a thing. Seriously, Steph, how?!” His eyes seemed to bulge, one step closer to completely freaking out. He laid back on his bed, the phone still close to pressing against his ear, and salted tears running down his reddened cheeks.

He was a bat. A detective. Trained by old comics and the world’s greatest himself, batman. So, how on earth was he feeling so sunk by all these emotions? Why so much all this once? How was he to cry over the phone to Stephanie Brown over not just a boy, but the superboy. And, not just because he didn’t like him back—no, that wasn’t even able to be gotten out—but because he planned to ask out Tim’s own sister.

“Could my life really get anymore amusing, Steph? This is fucking humiliating,”

“Tim, I’m seriously so sorry this just all around sucks. Were you really planning on telling him, though?” The voice questioned over the device.

“Yes,” the boy cringed, “ I had a whole speech planned out to tell him tonight. Talk about bad timing,” his breath slowed. Without all the tears now, he felt tired. So completely drained for ever believing his best friend would ever see him much more than just that. Best friends.

“Why don’t you just spend some time away from him? Not exactly to cut off all contact, but more so just hanging out less? Maybe start making up excuses like Bruce needs you working on a case more, or that your parents have been home?” She suggested.

Actually, it wasn’t the worst idea, either. Kon would be okay with him being busy, and in the meantime he would take that step back and convince himself Kon wasn’t really the one.

“You’re right,”

“I am, aren’t I? Y’know it actually feels really nice to hear you say that for once, maybe just once more?” The girl pressed playfully.

He scoffed. “Yeah wouldn’t you like that?” The Robins teased one another, after all she could always make him feel better. “Alright, I think I have to call it a night. I’m gonna go throw up and then to bed.” He wasn’t lying, either. For whatever reason after speaking to Conner his head hurt like hell and his stomach carried what felt like a flu virus.

“Goodnight, Tim,”

“Night, Steph,”

               *****

“Well,”

“Well?”

“It’s been about a month,”

“Tim,”

“I think I’m actually okay this time. I don’t feel so achey around him anymore! I told you we met up after patrol tonight!” The boy exclaimed over the line, a smile captured on his lips.

“Okay, so, it went alright, then?” Steph asked. She cringed a bit. No way his feelings where just poof gone.

“Steph, it went great,” assured Tim. “I think we plan on doing the same thing tomorrow...it just nice to have my best friend back, yknow?”

“Tim, it’s really okay if you still need time, you know that, right?”

“Steph. I promise. I’m okay, my feelings for Kon are completely gone,”

*****

“You’re here on time” the boy in front of him called. A small chuckle arose, “did bats let you off early?”

“Yes, actually, how’d you know?” Tim smiled. He sat down right beside him on the edge of the rooftop. Ironically, sitting on top of a fifteen story building, next to a superhuman somehow managed to be the spot he always felt the safest. He assumed, it was all about the trust. All about a matter of not having to worry that Kon might decide to push him overboard unexpectedly, or even if the building suddenly gave out. The only fault there was, why did he still have that trust for him? Admittedly, Kon had never exactly tried to send him soaring off a rooftop, but wasn’t heart break a close equivalent?

“Tim?” The familiar hand waved in his face. Tim carefully swatted it away.

“What?”

“I asked you how your day was?”

“Oh,” Tim nodded. He even looked down as if his fingers might curate him the perfect move. Spoiler alert: they did not. “It was…well, I mean kind of slow? Patrol and all that,” the last bit came out as a mutter. Why was he there, again? Honestly, he couldn’t even look at him now. He had thought he was fine, really he did, but what exactly did fine mean? Ignorance, in this case.

The only problem was, he just couldn’t let go. In movies and literature it was always so much easier, because it just always works out for them. They have a promised happy ending. For Tim, none of that was a guarantee.

It was like..insurance. insurance that he did not have. Because, even when the character didn’t end up with their love, they still found something great—like a new person or happiness. And now, all happiness was looking like without Kon was a cold bottle of chardonnay stolen from his mother’s wine cabinet.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked then. His face carried worry and all kinds of fear.

Shit

shit

‘Don’t make me lie to you’ The shorter boy thought. He didn’t want to, it honestly wasn’t something he could find the energy for anymore. “I, uh,” he felt his phone vibrate under his thigh. He didn’t answer it, it would only be Steph wanting to know what was happening.

“What is it, Rob? Spit it out,” the meta pushed, a cheerful smile forming his face.

“I…don’t think I can?” Answered Tim.

“Huh, well, why not? Its okay, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

The raven haired boy just stared at him, mouth split open stupidly. “Right! Right. Yes, I know that,” he nodded.

“So?”

“Right…” he bit his lip till blood arose and the feeling of confidence came beside it. “Could I, show you, instead?” He requested.

“Sure? I mean, yeah. Of course you can, anything that helps,” Kon nodded willingly.  

Was he really going to do that? Where was some sort of memory wiper when you needed it? He’d do anything to redo the last ten minutes.

He sighed. Was he really about to do this? In all fairness, he had been wanting to for some time. Okay, he’d do it. Okay. Maybe not? “Y’know what?” Tim turned. they were closer than he had thought they were. No going back now, right? He laughed sickly, “fuck it.” Evenly, his face melted to a smile as he leaned him, pressing his lips ever so gently against Kon’s.

He couldn’t believe it. He was kissing Kon. His best friend. The boy who unknowingly broke his heart just months ago. This was...unbelievable. It always seemed like it was so incredibly out of reach and get here he was now, kissing him. Did that mean Kon really did like-

“Woah,” and just like that he was pushed away. He’d have to fight through the tears at an arms length distance now. “Hey, sorry, Tim I’m flattered, really, it’s just-“

“Okay, look, I probably should have waited, I just, I don’t know? Ever since you were talking about Cass I just couldn’t get you off my mind, and that’s why I stayed away for so long. Look, most people can just watch, too Kon. Most can just love from afar and wait. Im sorry, but I can’t do that. Im not that person, okay? I’m selfish. So selfish. I hate that I am and i’m sorry, but I can’t just watch, okay? I can’t,” Tim heaved a breath. He wanted to get it all out so bad and now he had spoiled the vibe. “Im sorry to burst your perfect little bubble, I just fucking can’t. Now I see it was a mistake too, because i thought you liked me back. I really did,” his lip bled. Biting too hard again? “You just don’t get it, okay? We’re supposed to be together. Everyone thinks so. We’re best friends, Kon. We’re the beautiful love story. Look, I’ve been telling myself that forever, and you’re just supposed to feel the same,” he shrugged. Just as if it was no big deal.

Kon groaned. He considered for a moment to grab ok to his hands but for obvious reasons that wasn’t exactly appropriate. “Tim. Hey, you don’t have to apologize. Im glad you told me. To be honest, I kind of like you too,”

“Wait, really?” Tim smiled, searching the meta’s face for any truth.

“What? Are you even listening to me? Tim, I’m sorry but I can’t be apart of your little fantasy..” It was clear it pained his friend to say al this. “We’re not some sort of destined couple or whatever you think we are. It just doesn’t work that way, okay?”

Oh. So, not as he expected.

Right

“Well, why not?” The Robin urged, hurt growing in his blue eyes.

“I’m dating Cass,” breathed Kon. “Look, we were going to tell you tomorrow but then all of this happened...I’m sorry, I should have told you,”

Ouch. Fuck. Again?

“Right,” was all he could mutter. “I’m uh. I’m sorry, Kon,” he had to leave. Had to get out of there fire his eyelids broke like dams and he had to muffle his own screams. “I think I’m going to head out, actually..goodnight, Kon,” Tim sighed. He walked off then, taking deep breaths to help ignore the boy calling his name behind him. He could catch him if he wanted to. Easily. Obviously he didn’t want to. Kon loved Cass...not Tim.

****

“I kissed him,”

“You what?!” The voice over the phone sounded livid.

“Yeah, yeah I know stupid, right?” Tim sighed. He sat on his bed, holding a chilled glass of chardonnay, just as he had promised himself.

“Im guessing it didn’t go so well?”

He could hear her cringe over the phone. Tim didn’t respond. Instead, he simply sipped his drink: dry. This one was eruopean as were most of the others, rolled in oak barrels and some sort of fruit. It was like drinking Kon’s scent. Whatever cheap cologne he decided to douce himself in every morning some how crawled its way into his head to torture him. He set the glass down.

“Im sorry, Tim, you really-”

“Its okay, Steph, really,” insisted Tim, having cut her off.

“Is it?” The girl asked genuinely.

“Yes. I’ve decided I cannot change it, so yes, its fine,”

“Wow. Okay. Thats, that’s actually very mature of you,”

The robin nodded, although obviously not visible.

“Goodnight, Steph,” he called into the phone.

“Goodnight, Tim,” she huffed back, right before leaving him in inconsiderable silence.

The boy picked up the wine glass again. He stared deeply into the few bubbled and cringed with the inhale of smoke and aged French oak.

“You’re really messing with my mind, huh, Conner Kent?”

Tim glanced around. His room was gloomy. sad. Dimmed. He wished for Kon to come light it up a bit, yet he didn’t. They’d be apart for now, but he’d turn around eventually. He would get his fantasy.

[babysizedfics]

HC 1/2: Might I project a little bit? Logan gets ocular migraines and feels generally miserable, but he also feels guilty on top of that because he cannot help Patton watch the boys. His head and eyes hurt to the point of tears, and it's likely he'll throw up. So Logan isolates himself in his dark, quiet room and figures Patton will most likely check on him when he can. But surprise! It isn't Patton creeping into his room some time later, but a concerned Ro.

white heart anon i'm really sorry you have to experience that kind of stuff :(( but this is A+ headcanon material so thank u for sending it in

this is also super sad when you remember we said that logan is allergic to morphine because that means he can't have codeine which is a common painkiller - he might be allergic to more than one painkiller too just because im in that angsty mood tonight

i can imagine logan trying to power through it - he has always been very healthy though and when he got a migraine in the past he would take as many preventative measures as possible to not exacerbate it - but this is the first time it has happened while both him and patton had their hands full with looking after the boys

vee is particularly clingy today and will not let go of logan and roman has been so stressed all week because of an upcoming audition/show so they all know that its important for him to be little for a day to let go of that stress and responsibility

and logan has had a moderate headache all day which he just ignored but then he sees scotomas start to float around his vision and he knows it's a matter of minutes before the pain really hits

he very regretfully admits this to patton who of course is very concerned, but logan assures him he will be fine but... he needs to leave

and patton of course is rushing to pick vee up from his lap but the baby doesnt understand why and he whimpers and tries to cling to logans arm

'its all right sweetheart,' logan whispers, knowing his voice will make his vision swim if he speaks any louder. he's squinting to protect himself from the light of the living room. he leaves and tries not to feel absokutely horrible when he hears virgil crying as he walks up the stairs trying very hard not to fall

'mama will be back later its ok' he heard patton say and though its distant the sound feels like a cheese grater to his skull

...

he has been in his room for 2 hours now save for a very painful trip to the much too bright bathroom when the headache got so intense that it emptied his stomach

and logan is positively miserable now, lying in bed in the dark and not being able to stop from groaning in pain and simultaneously being in more pain everytime the sound echoes around his head

then theres a harsh click and even through his closed eyelids he can see the room has gotten lighter and it sends wave of nausea through him that he just about controls

'patton please close the door' logan whispers as faintly as he can and its shaky with unshed tears because it just hurts so much

the door closes so gently that the sound barely bothers him, then the mattress dips beside him and he fully expects patton's perpetually cold fingers pressing against his cheek or a whispered offer to get him anything

but that didnt happen. instead:

'hey'

its was so gentle that logan couldn't believe his ears in thinking it was romans voice

he reluctantly opens one eye slightly, wincing at the sharp stab of pain in his skull

the room wasnt pitch black, it was quite impossible to achieve that in the middle of the day. it was dim enough that everything alpeared as dull greys. he saw romans worried face in greytone before he pulled his fingers over his eyes again and groaned

'roman i can't play right now' logan explains softly, and he's impressed by his own ability to sound gentle and loving even when he feels like he wants to scream with pain if only that wouldnt make it a million times worse

'i dont wanna play, i wanna cuddle' roman whispers

logan frowns 'im not sure if i can'

'please mommy?'

and logan can never deny roman affection when he uses that name. that name is not used lightly by the age dreamer, it's reserved for very dire situations when hes very upset or ill and really needs help

so as doubtful and nervous as he is that this is going to backfire, logan opens his arms and furrows his brow tightly to prepare for the onslaught of pain that is bound to come when roman rocks the bed and makes noise

but the gentleness with which roman crawls onto the mattress and wraps his arm around logans chest is astounding and it barely affects logans migraine

'aren't you scared of it being so dark?' logan asks as a sort of final offer for roman to leave

theres a pause and its clear that there was some truth to it, but despite the slight tremour in his tone roman says 'i know you'll protect me'

they settle in to each other with quiet sighs, roman's tummy and chest pressed into logans side, logans arms around his shoulders, roman's head on logan's chest

and it doesnt make things worse at all

for as loud and energetic as roman was 99% of the time, he seemed to make up for it in incredible quietness and stillness that logan had never experienced even when bottlefeeding a very sleepy baby vee or when wrapped in pattons arms in the middle of the night and sniggering at his sleep talk

and when waves of pain overcome him he squeezes roman just a little tighter and roman does the same. and when he groans in pain roman's leg shuffles to reat on top of his, and when another wave of nausea overcomes him romans hand very gently rasies to the pillow and takes a single strand of logans hair, delicately stroking it every few seconds

and it all makes it a whole lot easier to bear the pain when he has such a brave little prince by his side

[runninfromthebullets]

The Apple Pie Life

Season 15 spoilers*

Summary- After your husband passes away you are left with a life altering decision that may change your whole life. Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (Platonically) 

A/n: Im still coping from Thursdays episode so I was thinking of scenarios that may give me a little peace. This was one of them and there will be a part two.

-

Two months.

It had been two months since the love of your life had died. Each second without the Dorky Winchester was filled with heartache and agony. 

Memories hung over the walls if your shared room in the bunker. The pictures that captured moments that you wish you could revisit. You wish you could laugh the way you did in those photos.

Sam had barely gotten himself back together he roamed the halls helplessly searching for something to fill the hole in his heart. As for (Y/n) she laid in bed day after day, dreaming about what could've been. 

After defeating Chuck she felt unstoppable, like she could have what she always dreamed of. A family, and who else better to have one with than Dean Winchester.

Her hair was tangled up in a messy bun, her body comfortably wrapped around with an oversized flannel that still had the scent of the hunter. 

Ever since he had left her she could barely sleep. On lucky days she got two to three hours of sweet dreaming. But most nights were filled with bottles of whisky and tears. 

Sitting up straight against the cool bed frame something didn't feel right. A wave of nausea hit the girl as she rushed to the bathroom. Sam had found the girl reached over the toilet holding her stomach in pain. 

Swiftly he went to brush the hair out of her face and asking what was wrong.  “I-I don't know Sammy.” She whispered, his eyes shared a look of pity for the girl

“Hey it's going to be alright. Whatever this is, this feeling it's going to pass. And we are going to get through this.” Sam comforted placing his hand over her back rubbing in up and down.

 “And if it doesn't pass? This feeling Sam.” (Y/n) croaked as he pulled her into a hug “Shh (Y/n) he wouldn't want this.” Placing a short kiss at the top her head as she sobbed.

-

The top of her lip began to quiver, she was pregnant. 

The last week had been the same cycle. Wake up, throw up your guts and go back to bed to cry over your dead lover. At first she though it was the whiskey so she stopped but it continued. The realization hit her like a truck, she was to busy grieving she didn't even realize that her period hadn't came for at least two months. 

“No,no,no this can't be happening.” (Y/n) shook her head in denial she felt the hot tears rolling down her skin. “(Y/n)? Are you okay in there” Sam had questioned but what he hadn't expected was the girls response.

He watched the broken girl pace the halls. “What do I do?” Her voiced cracked “I-I can't keep it Sammy.I can't raise them alone.” Sam saw (Y/n) go to hell and back and he knew that losing Dean was worst than all of that baggage combined. 

“You have two options (Y/n), first thing tomorrow ill take you to the clinic so you can get an abortion, Or you can raise this child and live the life I know you deserve to have.” 

He was hesitant to continue his mini speech but he had grabbed the girls attention “You deserve this. Dean may be gone but now you have this amazing opportunity to get what you've always wanted.” 

“I dont want to do this alone Sam.” (Y/n) cried crumbling against the wall, “You're not going to be alone (Y/n). Whatever you pick I will be supportive, whatever you want alright.” He reassured she replied with a small nod.

-

7 months of unbearable cravings, soreness that ached through your body, 7 months of discomfort all for the little bundle that was peacefully asleep in your arms. It had been a while since (Y/n) had felt like this. 

“Hey sweetheart.” (Y/n) mumbled into her soft skin “Now our situation may not be like most but I swear I'll love you till the day I die.” Pressing a kiss on the temple of her head she never wanted to let her go.

Sam had been there for (Y/n) through the whole pregnancy, getting up at ungodly hours to get her whatever she was craving, taking her to doctor appointments, dealing with her mood swings. 

“So what are you naming her?” Sam could barely take her eyes off the bundle of joy that laid in (Y/n) arms. She had the classic deep green eyes and already began to show a resemblance towards her father

 “Cas, Casandra Mary Winchester.” (Y/n) whispered not wanting to disturb the new born. 

She caught the youngest Winchester smiling, it had been months since she's seen him smile. “I love it. Welcome to the family Cas.” 

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

" I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

[theunmappedstar]

sick things w/ sokeefitz

“a uh sophie/keefe/fitz sickfic or christmas/birthday oneshot bls im content deprived❤ ” (submitted by @asexualfandomsalt )

this isn’t a sickfic and i’m sorry, but it’s sick headcanons and i hope that doesn’t totally suck. (also: i’ll consider your christmas/birthday request, too!)

 fitz is a total fucking mom when it comes to keefe or sophie being sick. when sophie and/or keefe gets sick, fitz won’t let them leave the house. you’ve got a headache? the sniffles? a Slightly higher temp than usual? well guess what, it’s a self-lockdown on the vacker-foster-sencen household. 

keefe likes it a lot -- he’d do anything to get out of work or general responsibility and sleep the day away. sophie, on the other hand, tries to fight it. (spoiler alert: she always loses. fitz ends up calling in sick to work for her every time, against her will)

fitz is  a l l  over them. he makes starkflower stew! and fluffcreams! and other comfort foods! and he makes sure they’re comfy in the bed/couch and he’ll fluff their pillows and tuck them into the covers! he adjusts the temperature in the room to help them get comfy!

sophie finds it kinda blush-worthy getting fussed over, but keefe really loves it. he m e l t s (sophie does too but she’s extremely flustered the whole time). you know keefe -- he enjoys the spotlight. and getting coddled when you’re sick is the best!

keefe tries his best to help out sophie and fitz when they’re sick, but he can’t actually do too much. he’s an empath, after all, and when he comes into contact with fitz or is in the general proximity of sophie, he’s hit with his own wave of pain/nausea/whatever else his s/o is feeling (isn’t that fun?)

though keefe still wishes he could physically soothe them, he isn’t scared away. keefe does what he can to help distract them from their sickness. he’ll let them request little things for him to draw. he’ll build a pillow and blanket fort around them. he’ll have a picnic with them on the bed. he’ll binge shows with them. and if he’s feeling up to some physical contact, he’ll braid their hair (little braids for fitz! :3) or run his hands down their back or hold their hands.

okay but even though keefe’s ability can be a little unhelpful in that situation (rip to keefe) it’s also a major asset?? he knows exactly how they’re feeling. i hate to say it, but you know how good it feels to be able to empathize with someone during a time of pain? 

also!! he can get them the exact medicine they need because he knows what they’re experiencing

oh but speaking of medicine

did i mention that sophie is the medicine m a s t e r

with all her trips to the healing center she knows precisely what remedy her boys need to take for whatever they’re experiencing

also, when sophie is the Certified Caretaker, she’s really big on the physical affection part. you wouldn’t think so because she tends to be shy with showing her affection through touch, but she secretly loves it. and fitz/keefe being sick is just an excuse for her to hold them in her arms

sophie really enjoys cuddling with them in bed!! and when they’re sick, sophie gets to do something she rarely can: she can be the big spoon. 

she lets them nuzzle their heads under her chin and lay their heads on her chest as she embraces them. she lets them listen to her heartbeat. she runs her fingers down their back and through their hair... :3

oh and she holds their hands!! and gives them little caresses!!

kisses are also her J A M. forehead kisses! nose kisses! cheek kisses! kisses on top of their head! kisses on top of their hand!

a lot of times keefe and fitz try to advise her not to come into contact with them because who wants to get their s/o sick?? 

but like.

sophie just doesn't care.

“i mean, we’re all stuck in this house together, so it’s probably going to pass around”

“plus i know you’ll be there for me if/when i get sick, so” :)

another thing! they might get a note or two out of sophie. though sophie gets a Little embarrassed, what she’ll sometimes do (when they request) is hum a little song for them. usually slow and sweet ballads that she listened to when she was younger.

think ‘a thousand years’, ‘all of me’, ‘you are my sunshine’, ‘count on me’... those stupidly cute songs!

sophie’s REALLY good at narrating stories, too. she’s like a little portable library because of her photographic memory! also, mimicking comes in handy for character impersonations :) (that makes fitz smile. keefe fucking loves it, too)

hello are we just gonna graze over the fact that sophie can inflict positive emotions on them when they feel like hell?? imagine her!! filling them with a sense of peace!! and happiness!! and safety!! and her overflowing love!! to help them drift off to sleep!! im SOFT

[laurazepamwrites]

The Chemicals between us - Ch.9

If Talon had no idea they were under attack they certainly did now as Reinhardt was the first to charge in, hitting the gate with such force it bent far inwards, a huge swing of his hammer sent it crashing across the ground. Instantly his shield was raised as Talon finally got their bearings and returned fire. Bullets ricocheted across the courtyard as he slowly pushed forward covering his team as they got into position. Torbjorn threw his turret down breaking Talons fire momentarily allowing the flank to race forward and take cover. Dva propelled her Mech forward of the shield, bullets harmlessly peppered the thick metal which she returned in kind creating a bigger opening for Team B to advance. From her vantage point on the hill Ana scoped out the scene, she quickly took down agents who took a chance of leaving their cover. She noticed a figure appear on the rooftop of one of the buildings and saw the glint of light reflect from their scope. A wave of nausea hit her like a punch to the gut and she felt the memory of pain from the ghost of her eye and momentarily she was back in that fated sniper duel with Amélie Lacroix or whatever sad monster that wretched scientist had made her into. She fought to focus on the present and the now and took aim at the sniper only to watch them be flung high into the air thanks to one of her daughters rockets.

 ‘Snipers on the roof.’ She heard Fareeha say through the communicator.

 ‘Ana?’ Morrisons concerned voice came in clearly.

 ‘I’m fine. It wasn't her.’

 ‘Ana-’

‘I said Im fine.’ She snapped back, looking through her scope. She spotted two Talon agents sprint from their cover towards the nearest building. She took aim and fired, one of them falling as the other smashed the button to open the huge metal grate, as it rose she glanced the metal legs of a Mech, she fired again, cursing as the bullet missed the agent by inches as he dove under the grate. Cursing to herself she spoke into the comms ‘Mech incoming northwest building.’

Morrison fired a round before ducking back behind his cover ‘Dva, Pharah. You're up! Reinhardt give me an update!’

 ‘I can't hold forever.’ He replied, his shield slowly splintering with cracks. Behind him Zarya and Roadhog took out flankers feeling particularly brave or stupid to approach. Roadhog had the double task of making sure his own idiot didnt do anything particularly brave or stupid but for now he seemed too entertained loading grenades into the surrounding choke points..until he got bored of doing that at least. He launched his hook and dragged forward an unfortunate agent, scrap metal exploded in his face showering blood against the sudden burst of shattered light as Reinhardt's shield finally gave way leaving them exposed. Zarya instantly bubbled the huge Crusader as Roadhog grabbed a laughing Junkrat and dragged him behind his huge frame.

 ‘The fuck am I going to see now?’ He complained loudly.

 ‘When has that ever mattered to you?’ The large Junker replied curtly.

 They both flinched as a projectile impacted close by them destroying Torbjorn's turret in the process much to the engineers despair. Junkrat growled as he brushed rubble from his hair.

 ‘What matters is getting in that building which is happening way too fucking slow for my liking.’

 ‘Go right ahead, be meat shield!’ Came Zarya's voice over the sound of bullets and shrapnel.

 ‘Ladies fucking first!’

 ‘He has a point we need to push forward’ said Reinhardt. ‘Dva can you give us an opening?’

 ‘Dvas got her own thing going on right now!’ she shouted as the Talon Mech burst out of its shelter, she swerved hard as it charged her, spinning to face it and launching a stream of projectiles. A glare of blue light radiated as they hit it; of course it had a shield.

 ‘Pharah you seeing this?’

 ‘I heard you liked a challenge?’ Pharah cooly replied. Dva smirked at the rival Mech and clanged her own Mechs arms together in an invitation to battle. ‘Bring it on’ she muttered.

 The Mech charged at her again, this time predicting her movement and turning the same direction as her, DVA cursed and pulled up hard scrapping her Mechs underside against the metal of Talons and sending sparks flying. She launched into the air and used the momentum to propel herself downwards and fired on the enemy Mech, its blue shield slowly showing signs of cracking. Pharah continued her own barrage on it until it turned its attention towards her and launched itself into the sky. She allowed herself to drop a few yards before launching again on the Mechs opposite side whilst Dva flanked it, a hard impact followed by another hit her hard on the shoulder and wing sending her spiralling in the air, Pharah gasped and dropped as she corrected herself and glanced a fresh sniper taking aim at her. She fired a concussive rocket at them as a bullet flew inches past her helmet and watched as the blast sent them flying off the roof and hitting the ground hard. She had the dark thought of hoping it was the french woman.

 ‘Pharah behind you!’

 She launched herself hard into the air and felt the Talon Mech narrowly avoid her. Sensing the opportunity she took aim at one of the chargers on its back and fired. Her rocket hit its target and the following explosion caused the Mech to falter off course and crash heavily into a ground, the blue glow of its shield finally disappeared. Her and Dva both paused before throwing everything they had at the Mech as it struggled on the ground before finally succumbing to their onslaught, Dva caught the shrapnel in her defense matrix as it exploded and breathed a heavy sigh as Pharah landed beside her.

 ‘I totally planned that.’ She said to the Helix Soldier

 ‘Uh huh..’

 There was further success at the gate as Reinhardt's shield had finally recharged and with a triumphant laugh he charged forward blindly into the nearest group of Talon combatants, Zarya swore loudly in her native tongue and managed to bubble him just in time before they gained their bearings and opened fire on his exposed flank, her huge weapon glowed brighter with the extra charge.

 She grinned menacingly and fired a large projectile into the soldiers, the blast sending them flying and leaving a small smouldering crater in the ground. Reinhardt collided against a wall stopping him in his tracks and swung wildly as he twisted to face his foe, nearly toppling over from the weight of his hammer and he found his enemy already defeated.

 ‘Oh..’ He said, failing to hide the disappointment in his voice.

 Zarya smirked and patted his arm as she walked by him, ‘You did good old man.’

 Across the courtyard Tracer and Genji dashed through what was left of Talons rear line making quick work of them, with the courtyard and surrounding grounds clear of hostiles the teams rejoined in front of the main building.

 ‘Any casualties?’ Morrison asked surveying the wreckage around them.

'My turret..!' Cried Torbjorn.

 ‘My wing got busted, if we need more aerial support we’ll have to rely on DVAs Mech alone.’ Fareeha said, sounding frustrated.

 ‘Be glad it's just your wing.’ Came her Mother's voice through her comms.

 ‘We got lucky but don't drop your guard. We don't know for sure what we will find inside.’ Said Morrison.’ Torbjorn, remain outside and keep watch, keep Zarya and Dva with you. Winston will remain on our high ground, Pharah go and join him. Tracer? Head back to the Orca and get her ready to fly us out, don't take off until I signal you.’

 Tracer holstered her twin pistols and gave a wink and salute as she dashed away, gone in the blink of an eye. Morrison turned to the Junkers. ‘Once we’ve assessed what's inside you’ll get to work. We have eyes on you so no funny business.’

 ‘Yeah yeah..’ Junkrat waved him off. ‘Lets get a move on then.’

 The heavy metal doors groaned loudly as Reinhardt pulled them open, the purpose of the compound long disused and forgotten, the buildings cleared of its past. Large metal crates now replaced the facilities and desks of the military personnel who once worked here. Scratches and dents marked the floor where heavy Mechs lifted the crates to and from their transport. Morrison approached one such crate and inspected the insignia emblazoned upon it, Talons insignia. He wrenched the heavy lid off and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor as he peered inside.

 ‘What have you found?’ Asked Ana as she rejoined the main bulk of the team.

 ‘What we expected.’ Replied Morrison as he moved aside to allow her to see, inside was four large assault rifles. McCree pulled the lid off another crate and found similar weapons, he gave a low whistle, ‘Lotta fire power in here..’

 ‘Where do you think its going Jack? To different cells or something much larger?’ Ana asked, her voice anxious.

 ‘Larger like an Army?’ Reinhardt frowned at the crates upon crates of weapons,  Jack shared his concern and pressed his finger to his comms. ‘Winston we need access to whatever files or footage Talon have stored here. Try and find where these weapons are going to.’

 ‘I'm on it.’ The Gorilla replied.

 Ana slung her rifle over her shoulder, ‘I’ll find Talons systems here and assist Winston, Ill alert you when we are finished.’

 Morrison nodded in agreement. ‘Fawkes? Set up your charges, I think there is enough gunpowder in here to destroy every weapon in this place.’

 Junkrat frowned at him. ‘Er..you what mate?’

 ‘The whole reason why you are here Fawkes.’ Jack replied coolly.

 ‘Yeah got that part but ever heard the saying ‘waste not?’ You got a fuck load of fire power in here and you want to get rid?’

 ‘Talon cant have it.’ Jack said bluntly

 ‘Yeah I'm getting that mate, but what I'm saying is why don't WE take it?’

 ‘My thoughts exactly.’ Said McCree as he pulled a rocket launcher from its case.

 ‘Put that back!’ Morrison snapped at him and turned to Junkrat. ‘Don't think ive not thought about it. Our resources are low and we have next to nothing compared to what Talon have, but for all we know each weapon in here could be marked and traceable and I cant risk our base any further.’

 Junkrat made a whining noise ‘Just a few crates of gunpowder mate?’

 Jack cocked his rifle in warning and glared at him through his mask, Junkrat grinned and raised his hands in defeat, ‘Fair play mate, I’ll go keep meself busy.’ He nudged Roadhog with his elbow, ‘C’mon, lets go play.’

 McCree appeared at Morrisons side as the Junkers started pulling miscellaneous wires and charges from their supplies, a warm glow of light appeared in his visor and the smell of rich smoke hit his nostrils as McCree lit a cigar.

 Jack gave an aggravated sigh, ‘I’m concerned Fawkes is going to bring this place down with us inside but really I should be worrying about your addiction blowing us up.’

 ‘I’ll be careful.’

 ‘You are literally leaning on a crate of ammunition.’

 McCree gave a heavy drag before stubbing out the cigar on his prosthetic, the embers dying as they fell softly to the ground. ‘Kids gotta point.’

 ‘I know, but we can't risk our security any further. Winston has gone to great lengths and pushed Athena to her limits to make the base appear abandoned after Talon attacked last time.’

 ‘That how they get agent information?’

 Jack nodded solemnly and glanced at Jesse who was now dusting ash off his metal hand seemingly unaware that his old mentor was behind the deaths of former Overwatch agents. As far as he knew Gabriel was dead and Jack wanted to keep that knowledge secure until the time was right. They both remained silent and watched as Junkrat carefully set his explosives around the building.

 ‘Jack?’ Ana’s voice came through his comms.

 ‘What have you found?’

 Anas voice sounded concerned ‘You need to see this.’

 Jack frowned towards the back of the building where Ana had headed off to, he signalled to McCree to keep watch on the Junkers as he headed in her direction. He soon found her in a small office filled with old military files and a large computer with Talons insignia, Ana was frowning deeply at the monitor, her face aglow with the light of the screen. Jack scoffed ‘Do you think their pens have their symbol on? I don't think even Overwatch was this pretentious.’

 Ana did not respond instead beckoning him over and moving aside so he could see what had her looking so concerned .

 ‘Winston found the files regarding the weapons, they're encrypted so he sent them on to Athena to open but we also found this..’ Ana opened a folder and clicked on a video file, ‘This was from three days ago, The Aircraft that Genji saw? Well we know have confirmation of whose Talons guests are..’ She pressed play and soon Jack was sharing her frown as he watched Sanjay Korpal leave the aircraft, clearly on friendly terms with his Talon host as they grasped hands and laughed at some unheard joke and was led into the main building.

 ‘Do we have any footage of their meeting?’ Jack immediately asked when the video ended.

 ‘No, whatever was said was done in secret.’

 A low growl came from his throat, ‘This isn't the first time Sanjay has appeared in Talons affairs.’

 ‘We need to assume Viskar is also involved Jack, their methods are controversial enough to suspect them.’

 Morrison grunted in agreement and straightened up to leave. ‘I think this may well be our next step, send those files to Athena and any other footage they have, once we get back to base we-’

 ‘Jack theres something else you need to see.’

 Her voice made him stop and turn, her expression a mix of seriousness and concern, ‘This is the only file I found of this Jack so it may be a one off but this concerns me.’ She opened up the file, another video, and pressed play.

 It was night time and a fine rain was falling over the military compound giving the footage a misty atmosphere made more so unsettling by the orange glow of the security lights. The main gates opened slowly and the red lights of a large truck reversing into the compound came into view. Talon agents jumped out the back of the truck, pulling out a ramp and aimed their weapons to whatever resided inside, they appeared to be shouting orders. Slowly, nervously a figure stepped out onto the ramp and looked around their new surroundings as they carefully walked down from the truck, their hands bound in front of them.

 ‘Thats an Omnic.’ Stated Jack.

 ‘A civilian Omnic..’ Corrected Ana.

 They continued to watch as seven Omnics were marched out of the truck, each bound and captive and ordered into the smallest building within the compound. The vehicle parked up and its driver got out, greeting another agent and laughing as they playfully aimed their weapons at the retreating prisoners. The footage ended.

 ‘What are they doing with civilian Omnics?’ Jack asked.

 ‘There is nothing that I can see here that tells us but they were moved on a day later via aircraft, no information as to where but maybe Athena will find something.’

 ‘Or maybe I will, I’m going to check that building.’ Said Jack as he stood up. ‘Whatever it is its not good, do you remember Zarya finding anything out about missing Omnics in the town?’

 ‘Omnics disappear all the time Jack, the locals wont care what happens to them.’

 He sighed in reply. ‘I’ll let you know if I find anything, and be ready to move out soon. I got a feeling we’re on borrowed time now.’

 Jack was halfway through the door as Ana called after him, ‘And yes Jack, Overwatch was      very    pretentious. You especially.’

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 ‘So how you figure out how to do all this stuff?’ McCree asked Junkrat as he sat on a crate watching the Junker work.

 Junkrat was lying on his back as he pulled at some tape and snapped it with his teeth, using it to stick a charger unceremoniously onto some low piping, ‘Dunno, just..figured it out as I went along?’

 ‘Gotta be more to it then that, not exactly easy work.

 ‘Its not?’

 ‘I don't know if you are being sarcastic, ignorant or egotistical.’

 Roadhog scoffed ‘Sometimes its all three at once.’

 ‘Fuck you.’ Junkrat replied as he stood back up, he rubbed the back of his neck as he considered McCree. ‘I dunno its like..its like ive always been good with making stuff and ya know..quickly learnt its best to make stuff that fucks over anyone that wants to steal, kill or y’know..other things.’

 ‘Must a been alot of trial and error..you don't just learn chemicals, engineering and mechanics up like that.’

 ‘I didnt blow half me fucking body off if thats what you are getting at Lone ranger.’ Junkrat replied getting annoyed, ‘Actually tell ya what just assume I did, might get ya to fuck off.’

 ‘Thought you was starting to like Kid.’

 Junkrat smirked at him as he picked up a large coil of wire, ‘Ya might be hot Cowboy but im not ready to start making friendship bracelets and getting matching tattoos with ya.’

 ‘Ya know for someone so loud and in your face you are really closed off.’

 ‘You don't give Hog such a fucking grilling.’ He complained as he backed out of the building trailing the wire behind him.

 ‘Naw Im sure a whisky and cigar together, me and the big guy will be the best of friends.’ Laughed McCree as Roadhog walked past him but he quickly lost his smile and averted his gaze as Roadhog pause to glared down at him before following his partner outside. ‘Fucking terrifying..’McCree muttered to himself, he looked up as Morrison returned, walked by and left the same way as the Junkers without saying a word.

 ‘No one wants to talk to me today,’ He grumbled to Reinhardt as the giant crusader kept post at the door.

 ‘What?’

 McCree sighed ‘Nothing..’

 Outside Junkrat continued complaining as he set up his explosives on the large grated power supply at the side of the building, Roadhog had ripped the metal grating away like paper allowing Junkrat to pry open the metal casing to get inside. The large cooling fan sounding even louder as he started pulling away at wires. Roadhog watched and wondered for the millionth time if Jamison actually knew what he was doing or was simply relying on luck.

 ‘Like, where does he get off?’

 ‘What?’

 ‘Him in there, asking stuff.’

 Roadhog shrugged ‘People ask stuff.’

 ‘Don't like it.’

 ‘Tough.’

 ‘Tough!’ Junkrat replied mockingly ‘And where's he off to?’ He asked as he spotted Morrison cross the courtyard and entering the far building.

 ‘For not liking questions you ask alot..’

 Junkrat glared at him and turned back to his work with a sullen look, without looking he patted at the utility belt at his waist and found the tool he was looking for in one of the pockets, ‘Ah fuck.’ he muttered as the small screw driver tinkered as it hit the floor, as he reached down something towards to back of the building, just by the fence caught his eye, like a shadow of someone moving.

 ‘See that?’

 Roadhog turned his head to where the younger Junker was looking, ‘See what?’

 ‘Saw something, something moved.’

 ‘Maybe the Shimada?’ Roadhog offered.

 ‘Yeah..yeah probably.’ Junkrat replied though he sounded unconvinced. Preferring Jamison to keep a level head whilst working on explosives in such close proximity was in his best interests so Roadhog gripped his hook in his hand and made his way down the side of the building.

 ‘Cheers mate!’ Junkrat called after him as he picked up the screwdriver and settled back into unscrewing parts off the supply and soldering wires carefully to the large explosive he attached to it, a few minutes passed as he felt a presence behind him. He was unaware of Hog returning but sometimes when he concentrated hard enough he couldn't hear or notice other things around him, and sometimes he heard everything, was aware of everything. It was certainly hard keeping up with himself. ‘Took ya time.’ Junkrat turned to his partner ‘I know was probably me just getting..’ But it was not Roadhog standing over him. It was a tall hooded figure dressed in black holding a menacing shotgun in each hand, one pointing at Junkrats head. The creepiest thing about him was the bone white skull like mask covering his face.

 ‘Who the fuck-’ Began Junkrat but was quickly silenced as the shotgun was cocked. The figure spoke, a mans voice that rasped like the words were struggling to leave his throat.

 ‘Stand up slowly, keep quiet or I end you.’

 Junkrat narrowed his eyes at him and grinned menacingly. ‘Counter offer mate. You fuck off now or I detonate this big ol bomb ive just made.’

 The man gave a strained cough like laugh, ‘We both know you don't have the guts to do that, so unless you want to see yours you come with me.’

 One of Junkrats greatest strengths was being underestimated, it had got in out of many grave situations that a bomb or fire could not fix and he had learned how to size up a person quickly especially when it was a confrontation. Threatening to blow himself up along with this mysterious man wouldn't cut it, it would also mean killing half of the team which annoyingly he did not want to do, so he acted dumb.

 ‘Yeah fair do’s im not gonna do that, just tell me who you are n what you want.’

 ‘You know what I want Rat.’

 Junkrat looked at him with confusion, ‘My amazing services? Tell ya what mate you’d be doing me a favor getting me away from this lot.’

 ‘Get up, hands where I can see them.’

 ‘Alright no dramas I'm moving.’ He got up slowly, hands in surrender and eyed up the creepy mask.

 ‘Y’know I reckon me mates mask is scarier.’

 The stranger remained silent and pointed one of the large guns towards the fence, the other remained aimed at his head.

 ‘Right-o got the message, where we off to then?’ He started to move slowly backwards to keep his eyes on his kidnapper and making his slight limp purposely more pronounced.

 ‘Keep moving.’

 ‘Look if this is about Sydney that suit had it coming double-crossing me.’

 ‘Keep quiet.’

 Junkrat laughed, ‘Good luck with that one, gonna tell me who you are?’

 It was the strangers turn to laugh as he seemed to glide the difference between them and press one of the guns to Junkrats temple, ‘Me? I’m a ghost.’

 ‘Yeah? Funny don't believe in ghosts.’ He flashed a wicked grin at him, ‘Believe in Hobbits though.’

 The mask stranger tilted his head in confusion when suddenly a blunt force walloped the back of his knee causing him to crumble to the ground, dropping one of the shotguns. Junkrat leapt over him immediately and before the masked man could grab him he was suddenly met with the sight of an angry looking bearded dwarf holding a hammer high above his head.

 ‘You gotta be kidding me..’ WHACK!

 Junkrat tore into the courtyard and was met with the confused faces of Hana and Zarya. ‘Problem! We gotta problem!’

 Zarya glare at him, ‘If you say we have less than two minutes till your bomb goes off I snap your spine.’

 ‘I nearly got fucking kidnapped by some creep in a halloween costume and the only one that notices is the little guy?!’ Junkrat shouted at her before spotting Roadhog run out from behind the Mech storage. ‘And you’re fucking useless!’

 ‘Wait what's happening?’ Hana asked

‘Time to go!’ Torbjorn shouted as he ran up to them and hastily started picking up parts of his broken turret, he pressed a finger to his comms, ‘All agents we got a Talon agent still here, not sure if i killed him or not but he nearly went off with the boy.’

 ‘Yeah thanks i fucking owe you one mate. No thanks to this cunt here..’ He added bitterly to Roadhog who wheezed heavily as he rejoined them.

 ‘Fuck- wheeze- you.’

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 Jack pulled the doors open to the building seen in the security footage. The lock on the door was easy enough to break off with the butt of his rifle and from appearances did not look as if it was to hold anything important with such light security measures. The lights automatically flickered on and he was greeted with the sight of a huge metal pen with a much more heavily bolted door, It instantly put him in mind of caged animals and left him with a sour taste in his mouth. He circled the pen looking for anything to suggest where these omnics had been taken, but it was just an empty room with a prison cell, in the back was the shell of a murdered Omnic, its parts ripped out and head smashed in, more likely left here as a warning to the Omnic prisoners to refrain from resistance. Jack shook his head at the sorry sight. His comms crackled in his ear.

 ‘Jack?’

 ‘Here Ana.’

 ‘I have eyes on the Omnics being moved on but nothing to say where. This place seems to be used for holding only, I think our work here is done.’

 ‘Agree, start to move out. Fawkes should nearly be-’

 ‘All agents we got a Talon agent still here, not sure if i killed him or not but he nearly went off with the boy.’

 ‘Torbjorn give me a location!’ Jack shouted as he ran out the doors and desperately looked around.

 ‘Main building, all accounted for.’ The engineer replied.

 ‘Winston, Tracer?’

 ‘I'm here and so is Fareeha, er commander?  My scanner seems to be picking up some slight disturbance..’

 ‘Keep an eye on it, Tracer do you copy?’

 ‘Yes Sir?’

 ‘Fire up the Orca, stay put until I give the clear but be ready to move as soon as I say.’

 ‘Yes Sir!’

 Jack rounded the corner and found the team gathered near the main gates, ‘Wheres the agent?’

 ‘Gone Jack.’ Stated Ana, her biotic rifle ready in her hands and hawk like gaze scanning her surroundings.

 ‘Gone? What do you mean gone?’

 ‘Torbjorn went back for him but he was gone, Genji is searching for him now.’

 ‘Fuck!’ Shouted Jack then turned to Fawkes. ‘What did he look like?’

 ‘Fucking weird mate.’

 ‘Meaning what?’

 ‘Meaning he’s dressed up like he’s going to a fucking funeral and went to buy a fucking halloween mask on the way!’

 Jack stared at him, ‘Did he give you a name?’

 ‘Didnt get to fucking pleasantries mate whilst he had a massive fucking gun pointing at me fucking head!’

 Morrison ignored his outburst and turned to Ana, the look on her face confirmed his fears. They needed to get out of here.

 ‘Commander!’ Winstons voice shouted through his comms.

 ‘What is it?’

 ‘Talon ship inbound!’

     Shit..  

 ‘What's their ETA?’

 ‘Ten minutes Commander!’

     SHIT!  

 ‘Tracer! Orca, now!’

 ‘You know what this is      really    filling me with confidence being protected and or held captive by you guys.’ Junkrat said sarcastically

 ‘That bomb of yours better be ready!’

 ‘Oh its done, got the detonator right here.’ Junkrat replied waving a device that resembled a small remote control. ‘There's just one problem with it,’ and with that he pressed the button. The response of the rest of the team was immediate with shocked gasps, curses and flinching but no loud explosion or shockwave came. Junkrat laughed, ‘Its not connected yet, fuck overreact much?’

 ‘Im going to kill him.’ said a wide eyed Zarya.

 ‘Get in line.’ said Morrison, ‘Can you get it ready to blow in ten minutes?’

 ‘Please, I can do it in five.’ Junkrat replied cockily.

 ‘You got two, Rutledge do not leave his side and Winston?’

 ‘Yes Commander?’

 ‘Prepare a signal surge, oh and your shield.’

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 Roadhog stood silently Scrap Gun and hook in hand and ready for action as his partner made quick work to finish his bomb.

 ‘Ya know this might be one of the biggest ive made.’

 Roadhog grunted. ‘Just a bunch of small ones connected together.’

 ‘Which results in a big explosion, fuck keep up mate.’

 ‘You finished?’

 ‘Yeah just…’ He stuck his tongue out in concentration, ‘Done. I’m done! Let's blow this popsicle stand!’ He giggled at his own joke.

 Roadhog grabbed him around the shoulder and began pulling him towards the main gate, he wanted to get Jamison out of here quickly, not just for his own sake but for the fact he had just made a very large explosive alongside crates upon crates of weapons and ammo which he held the detonator for. They were joined by Winston and Fareeha who had made their way done from the high ground as soon as Winston gave his warning. Soon the hum of engines reached their ears and the Orca came into view from atop the trees and descended into the courtyard. Tracer lowered the storage hull and Hana wasted no time propelling her Mech inside.

 ‘Talon ship inbound! Lets go go go!’ Tracer shouted through the comms.

 ‘Wait!’ Shouted Ana, ‘The Orca is not equipped for aerial battle, Winston's shield can't cover us.’

 ‘I could get one of those Launchers..’ Offered McCree

 ‘Thats not an option!’ She snapped in reply.

 ‘Its not?’ asked McCree and Junkrat at the same time.

 ‘We’re not going to have a dog fight Ana, we’re going to let Talon come to us.’ Said Morrison.

 Reaper snarled as he pulled himself up from the ground using the half wrenched off grate to the power supply and on impulse aimed his gun at the explosive the Junker had made. He could bring them all down with him, just like in Switzerland. He considered and ignored the pounding in his skull before lowering his weapon. Damn that dwarf! He could hear Sombras taunting even now. He faded like smoke and moved like a shadow away from where Overwatch had regrouped, no doubt Genji will soon be scaling the rooftops searching for him. Morrison will be barking his orders, McCree will be a smartass. So predictable. He watched them unseen from the shadows, even Ana's gaze passed over him on occasion. He should have knocked the junker out, no matter. Coming here was simply to see what laughable attempt at resistance Morrison had created and to test the waters on getting the Junker. It would be of no concern if they got away this time, he did not even care if Talon lost this small cache of weapons. He was in this for one thing only; blood. He could wait, part of the hunt was being patient and biding your time. Now thanks to the good Doctor and the sadistic scientist he had plenty of that. He gripped his weapons tightly as the damn ape made his appearance alongside Amari’s kid, something long lost in him stirred, shimmers of a faint memory of laughing children. He shook his head and snarled. Gabriels memories taunted him daily, he was no longer that man. He was barely even human anymore. Reaper looked up as the low deep hum of an engine caught his attention and the Orca came into view. He watched as they began to load, and mused to what Morrison planned. His ship was inbound and would be here any minute, did they have it in them to face another gunfight?  Would Morrison be that reckless or had his ‘death’ made him similar to the creature Gabriel had become? He watched a few moments more and still the Orca had not departed. He could hear Talons ship approaching, a ship equipped with weapons and from what he could remember the Orca was not built for aerial battle. He sensed a trap..

 A sudden jarring white noise erupted in his ear, growling he ripped his ear piece out. He hissed as he threw it aside in frustration, knowing damn well that Overwatch had just blasted a signal to over run Talons communications. He looked up as his ship flew overhead and watched the turrets take aim at the Orca as it finally began to take off, watched as the gangway slowly came down.

 ‘I fucking hate that monkey..’

 Winston leapt from the Orca and landed upon the roof of the Talon assault ship, the sudden counter weight sending them spinning. He slammed his shield generator onto the roof of the ship and quickly leapt away.

 ‘Wait you idiot!’ Reaper snarled as the pilot panicked with the sudden appearance of a huge Ape and opened fire..within the shield. The bullets ricocheted and peppered the ship with holes, the glass canopy cracking like ice under the rain of metal.  The Orca descended as Winston climbed aboard with haste and quickly began to rise back into the air as Talon attempted an emergency landing. The shield splintered and fazed from sight, atleast the fools had ceased fire upon themselves. Reaper knew a lost cause when he saw one and had began to glide to a safe distance as soon as Winston had leapt into the air, abandoning his men to their soon to be fiery fate.

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 ‘Everyone buckle in!’ Shouted Lena as Winston climbed on board.

 ‘Fuck no I aint missing this!’ Junkrat shouted as he hung near the closing gangway, a loose seat belt wrapped around his living arm in a mockery of safety measures, the detonator gripped in the metal one.

 ‘Fawkes you wait till we’re at safe altitude!’ Morrison barked.

 He ignored him, a wild grin on his face and eyes ablaze. Any second now…

 ‘Jamie!’

 He blinked and turned to the sound of his name and the sensation of touch on his arm where Hana had taken hold of it.

 ‘What?’

 ‘Sit down or you’ll knock yourself out!’

 He laughed ‘Totally worth it.’

 ‘Sit down or  i’ll knock you out.’ Warned Roadhog.

 Junkrat hissed at them in frustration and begrudgling untangled himself from the belt and quickly sitting down and belting in properly, he twisted himself to watch the destruction from the window. ‘Come on already!’ He shouted.

 ‘Three Hundred metres till safe distance..’ Said Tracer.

 ‘This is gonna be beautiful Hana!’ Junkrat grinned.

 ‘Two hundred..’

 ‘Hey Jamie?’

 ‘Yeah?’

 ‘One hundred..’ Tracer warned

 ‘Let me press the trigger with you?’ Hana asked.

 Not exactly a request he heard before but it didnt take him long to decide to let the girl have a bit of fun. He giggled and held the detonator toward her, ‘Get ready then.’

 ‘Altitude reached!’

 ‘Now Fawkes!’ Morrison shouted.

 ‘Ok Hana on three. One..two..’      Click.  

 Reaper shielded his eyes and dug his clawed gloves deep into the bark of a tree as he braced against the sudden smack of the shockwave and the heat that followed. Clouds of flame rose into the air accompained by a deafening roar, the talon airship along with its crew swallowed by the smoke and fire. More bangs and explosions sounded within the fiery cloud as the ammo and gunpowder was destroyed. Through the smoke and searing heat Reaper watched the Orca disappear further from view. He cracked his neck and sighed in frustration, drawing out a small phone from a pocket on his long black cloak.

 ‘Mission failed. Pick up required.’ He rasped

 A pause..

 ‘Negative..target lost...oh before I go, how about finding more competent soldiers?’ He cut the call and watched the skies a moment more, ignoring the grip of fumes in what remained of his throat and the heat which was growing steadily stronger before he turned and faded into the smoke around him.

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 It was approaching early evening as Mei watched from Winstons laboratory window as the Orca returned to base, Lucio and Brigitte where already at the landing site to welcome them back and she supposed she had better join them, no doubt Morrison would want a mission debriefing as soon as possible and Winston had pre warned her of going through Talon documents Ana had grabbed on their retreat.

 ‘Heya Mei!’ Brigitte greeted her cheerfully as she joined them.

 ‘Hi, I take it no casualties? I don't see Angela.’

 ‘Nah nothing serious, few grazes maybe but no need of a stretcher this time.’ Said Lucio

 ‘Do you guys know how things went?’ Mei asked.

 ‘Not much, dad says the mission was a success and we may have a few leads but not much else-Oh here we go!’

 The back of the Orca opened up and the sound of Hanas mech greeted their ears as it heavily trudged to the garage, its arm waving at them as she went by.

 ‘Well thanks alot Frosty the mission sucked!’ Sniped Junkrat as he walked past her and clasped hands with Lucio

 ‘Excuse me?

 ‘Yeah we lost Torb. Was very sad actually, Briggs taking it pretty well bless her..’

 ‘...Are you..? What?!’ Mei looked from him to Brigitte who appeared to be scolding at Reinhardt over his armor. She craned her neck trying to spot the swedish engineer.

 Hana laughed as she joined them ‘He’s messing with you Mei. Torb lost his Turret thats all.’

 Mei shot them both an icy glare and ignoring them went to greet Winston instead. ‘Dude I think she’s gonna seriously mess you up one of these days.’ Lucio lightly warned him.

 ‘Can’t resist mate, shes fucking funny when shes pissed off.’

 Ana, make sure everyone is unloaded and in briefing in one hour.’ Said Morrison as he headed towards his office.

 ‘You heard him children.’ She said clapping her hands. ‘Weapons in lock up and get those scrapes and bruises seen too. Fawkes that means you too!’

 Morrison near slammed the door to his office and took a moment to take a couple of deep breaths as he calmed himself, He turned slightly to lock the door and sat down at his desk and accessing his computer.

 :      How did Reyes get wind of our mission?  

 The reply was not immediate, he tapped the desk impatiently and as the minutes passed he decided to get ready for the briefing. As he was about to leave the room he heard a      ping    from his desk.

     :Because I told him. Dont be rude I let you guys walk right in.'  

 Morrison swore loudly.

     :You could have cost us the mission.  

 The reply was much quicker

     :And it could cost me my life!  

 Morrison paused.

     :You knew the risks when you got into this.  

     :And so did you ‘Sir’. Im in too deep to ruin things now. Im doing the job you both gave me and im sorry. I really am but I have to give them information too.’  

     :A warning would have been appreciated.  

     :And how would that look when you are too well prepared for their surprise arrival? You need to chill out Jack, nothing wrong with abit of problem solving to keep your old mind fresh.’  

     :What are they doing with the omnics?’  

     :Don't know. Gotta go now, bye bye!’  

 Morrison stared at the screen before lowering his head and rubbing his temples. The mission had been successful and they had completed what they set out to do. Fawkes was not a big a liability as expected and they had a lead on Sanjay Korpal. So why did he have this pit of dread simmering in his gut? His mind involuntarily drifted back to the remains of the dead Omnic and a shiver ran down his spine

[jazzfordshire]

Jazz, you wonderful being, i need help. I just watched a karasmel scene on YT for a gif im making, and there was so much karahell in the comments, I am in dire need of a purge. I love your writing and AUs. Anything in your SuperCorp box for this? Would greatly appreciate it. Happy New year to you and your lady love!

Here, take a Teachers AU sneak peek!

“Lena, stay there! I’m gonna record it!” Kara yells, already sprinting across the field with her phone in her hand. Lena chuckles at her enthusiasm and stays where she is, next to the impressively-sized bottle-rocket the class has managed to construct to demonstrate Newton’s third law of motion. If all goes well, the pressure of the air being pumped into the half-full bottle should propel it into the sky,and the students have a bet going with Kara about how far it will go. She’s not sure what the ultimate prize is, but there’s a jar of calculations (and, she knows, a few guesses) on her desk just waiting to be sorted through.

Just as Lena hoped, the class seem buzzed about being outside – they drew names to see who would get to pump the rocket, and the student in question is practically vibrating with excitement. A few students are kneeled next to the thing, still decorating it – “KARLENA 1” is written in bubble letters on the side,surrounded by a rainbow of star-shaped stickers. Lena had resisted the title,the first-name portmanteau hitting a little too close to home, but the students had been so insistent that she eventually caved.

“Okay, ready!” Kara’s distant voice calls – she’s squatting on the grass, her camera angled towards the sky to get the best view of the rocket going up. Shooting her a thumbs-up, Lena turns to Ruby and smiles.

“Miss Danvers is ready, so it looks like it’s time to launch.”

Nodding vigorously, Ruby grabs the pump handle and starts to work it. Just as Lena explained in class yesterday, it gets harder and harder to move it as more air fills the small space.

“So you guys can see, it’s getting more difficult for Ruby to move the handle. Why is that?”

Ruby continues in her struggle, and another keen student – Ruby’s friend Eve Tessmacher, Lena remembers – raises her hand.

“Because it’s reaching absolute pressure?” She says, slightly timid, and Lena nods inapproval.

“Exactly – fantastic, Eve.” Eve’s cheeks go pink at the praise. A slight hissing is coming from the bottle now, and Lena knows it’s only a matter of seconds.

“Okay, everyone, pay attention –“

Before she can finish, the rocket flies into the air with a loud pop, and the class erupts into a wall of noise. Trailing water in its wake, it arcs over the soccer field and starts to spin, finally starting its descent about halfway between the crowd of students and Kara.

She picked a pretty good spot, Lena thinks absently as the rocket gets closer and closer to Kara and the students yell in excitement.

She should probably move, Lena notes with growing concern as the rocket plummets. It’s falling at an alarming pace now, and Kara doesn’t seem to be moving – she’s looking at her phone screen, grinning as it flies towards her –

Oh, fuck.

Just as Lena realizes what’s about to happen, there’s a sickening crack as the carefully-crafted experiment collides with Kara’s face, and she hits the ground with a thud.

“Kara!”

Lena is running before Kara even hits the ground, all sense of propriety forgotten as she sprints across the grass in heels.

“Kara, fuck, Kara, are you okay –“ Kara’s glasses lie broken on the dirt beside her, and Lena scoops a hand under her back to lift her into a sitting position.

“Crap, crap, crap –“ Kara mutters thickly. She slowly sits up with Lena’s help, a hand held over her face. Lena feels a wave of nausea when the hand comes away covered in blood. Kara’s whole face is stained with it from the nose down, and her eyes are hazy and unfocused, staring somewhere in the vicinity of Lena’s chest.

“Kara? Kara, look at me.” Kara’s gaze stays where it is, and Lena snaps her fingers, panic rising in her gut.

“Hey, hey! Kara! Look at me.” Finally, Kara’s eyes slide up to Lena’s, and Lena carefully holds three fingers in front of her face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

There are a few moments of silence, and then Kara grins, the blood making it look slightly macabre.

“Enough,” She says dazedly, and Lena is fairly sure that her entire body blushes as the students start to gather around them, breathing heavily.

“Jesus Christ, Kara…” She mutters, feeling uncomfortably hot, and thankfully the kids are mostly talking amongst themselves rather than listening to Kara’s probably-concussed rambling.