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elusivewildflower · 4 months

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Never Leaving You Again | Colt Seavers x GN! Reader

Pairing: Colt Seavers x GN! Reader

Summary: After getting into a car accident and being unconscious for several days, Reader wakes up to find their ex-boyfriend Colt in their hospital room. They haven't spoken since his own accident over a year ago and Reader isn't exactly thrilled to see him.

Warnings: Hospitals, mention of injuries, very angsty as reader was ghosted by Colt a year ago and now he's shown back up. Ends happily, though!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: As always, thanks to the Goose Groupies for the help with ideas and encouragement!! This is loosely based off of this idea that @hederasgarden reblogged the other day! I've still got another Colt fic that is nearly finished, as this idea was a nice surprise to take over my muse! I hope you all enjoy! Please like and reblog!

As you regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is the sound of rhythmic beeping. Your eyelids feel heavy and your mouth is drier than the Sahara Desert. It takes a few attempts of opening your eyes before you’re finally successful. When you do, you’re greeted by the sight of a tiled ceiling. A few moments later and you begin to become aware of the rest of your body. Your head is pounding, you have a sharp pain in your ribs every time you breathe, and you’re pretty certain one of your legs is broken. There’s other aches and pains radiating throughout your body, but you’re unable to pinpoint exactly where quite yet.

You’ve deduced that you’re in the hospital. The sound of machines beeping, the familiar weight of an I.V. needle in your arm, and the harsh lighting made that easy to figure out. Now, you just needed to remember how you had gotten here. As you push yourself up into a sitting position, which causes your ribs to ache in protest, you let out a hiss of pain. Suddenly, you’re aware that you’re not in the room alone.

“Oh thank God, you’re awake!” A cry of relief came from a voice that sounded all too familiar.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then with anger. Sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair was none other than your ex, Colt Seavers. He certainly looked worse for wear. His short blond hair was all disheveled, he had bags under his eyes, and his clothes were wrinkled.

What the hell was he doing here?

You opened your mouth to ask that very question, but no sound came out. A hand rose to your throat as you realized you desperately needed something to drink.

Sensing what you needed, Colt rushed to your bedside table to pour you a cup of water from the pitcher that sat there. Wordlessly, you accepted the drink and gulped it down in record time. Colt took the empty cup from you and sat it back down.

“How are you feeling? Would you like more water? Do you remember anything?” Colt fired questions rapidly as he worried over you.

He was acting as if everything was completely normal between you. As if he had never ghosted you over a year ago and broke your heart. It was bad enough that you were still trying to piece together what landed you in the hospital in the first place, but for him to be here too? You were beyond confused and you were livid.

“What the hell are you doing here, Colt?” Your words didn’t hold as much menace in them as you felt, but you chalked that up to the fact that your voicebox felt strained.

Colt’s face fell drastically. He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. His blue eyes darted back and forth as he tried to find his words. “I….I was your emergency contact.” He spoke softly, sounding deflated.

You sat there in silence for a moment as that information sank in. Fuck, did you really forget to change that? You shook your head, just because he was your contact and he showed up doesn’t make everything alright. He nearly died over a year ago from a stunt gone wrong and he didn’t let you sit at his bedside, so why did he deserve to sit at yours?

“You shouldn’t have come, Colt. You need to leave.” You finally broke the silence with your firm words.

Somehow Colt’s face fell even further. You didn’t understand why he looked so devastated. Neither of you had spoken since his accident, and it wasn’t from lack of trying – at least on your part. He ignored every single phone call and text message you sent. After a while, you had to give up. It wasn’t healthy to continue begging a man to let you take care of him – to be there for him.

Tears began to well up in Colt’s eyes as he looked away from you. He sniffled and chuckled ruefully before speaking. “I thought if you still had me as your contact, then that meant you would want me here…”

Your mouth dropped open for a moment as you were at a loss for words. You stared at him in disbelief. “We haven’t spoken in over a year, Colt! You….you ghosted me!” Colt flinched as your voice raised, but you continued on. “You ignored me!” Your arms flailed around wildly as you shouted. “You shut me out!” By now, tears had welled up in your own eyes and were trailing down your cheeks. “Why would I want you here?!”

Colt didn’t have a chance to respond as the volume of your voice must’ve alerted the nurses you were finally awake. Seconds later, one popped in with a concerned look. “Is everything alright in here?”

You glanced between the nurse and Colt with a heavy sigh, but nodded. Colt remained silent and his gaze was now glued to the floor. Every so often you could hear him sniffle and his hand would raise to wipe at his nose. You tried your best to blink back your tears as the nurse came over to check your vitals.

The air in the room was heavy and uncomfortable as the nurse asked you various questions about what you remembered. It started with your name, your birthday, where you worked, and ended with what you recalled from your accident. Thankfully, in the last ten minutes of arguing with Colt, the memory of the car crash had come back to you. What you didn’t realize, however, was that you had been unconscious for several days. The nurse took her time explaining to you the extent of your injuries and that you’d be staying in the hospital for at least a few more days. She refilled your cup with water and told you the doctor would be in to see you shortly before leaving. She shot one last glance towards Colt on her way out.

Now, the two of you were alone again. After you reached over to grab your cup of water and take a few sips from it, your attention settled on Colt. God, he really looked like shit. Even more so now that his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He still refused to look up from the tiled floor, but you could see the tears that continued to fall down his face. You let out another heavy sigh, ignoring the sharp pain in your ribs. He was crying because of you. While a part of you rejoiced to know that he felt at least a fraction of the hurt you felt when he left you, the other part of you ached with regret.

You set your cup back on the bedside table. “Have you been here the whole time?” You asked softly.

Colt finally lifted his gaze to meet yours and nodded. “I came as soon as I got the call.” He then chuckled wetly as he brushed away a few tears and sniffled. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

The ache in your heart only worsened at his admission and tears were blurring your vision. But there was still one nagging question you had to ask. “Why didn’t you let me be there for you?”

Now it was Colt’s turn to sigh heavily. His hands rubbed up and down his thighs as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I…was embarrassed and felt like a failure.” His eyes refused to meet yours as he continued. “I nearly killed myself in front of you and the whole crew because I made a miscalculation– which turns out, wasn’t a miscalculation at all.” His words confused you, but he didn’t leave any time for you to speak. “But, at the time I thought I had screwed up. I didn’t think you’d want to deal with all of the….serious stuff.”

All you could do was shake your head as Colt rambled on. “You know, the surgeries, the rehab, the…bathroom stuff.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders. “After a while, I realized my mistake. But I thought it was too late….That you had probably moved on.” He sucked in a shaky breath. “When I got that call…” He trailed off for a moment, wiping away fresh tears that had fallen down his cheeks. “I finally knew how you felt that day and I am so sorry for shutting you out.” Colt finally let his baby blues meet yours as he apologized.

“I thought that if I was your emergency contact, that maybe I hadn’t missed my chance.” His eyes fell from yours once more as he shook his head solemnly. “I see now that I was wrong…” Colt pushed himself up from his seat and heaved a sigh, glancing towards the door before speaking once more. “For whatever it’s worth, I’m still in love with you.”

As you watched him walk towards the door, your heart felt as if it was breaking into two all over again. You knew deep down that you couldn’t let him leave. “Colt, wait–.”

He halted in his tracks and looked at you expectantly. You could see it written all over his face – the hope that you would tell him what he desperately wanted to hear.

More tears cascaded down your cheeks and your lips trembled as you drew in a shaky breath. “I’m still in love with you too.” You admitted softly.

A beaming smile spread across Colt’s face as he laughed with relief. He was happier than you had seen him in a very long time. In mere seconds he crossed the room and crashed his lips against yours. His large, calloused, hand reached for your jaw and held you in place. He didn’t want you pulling away from him any time soon, but you had no plans of doing that anyway. One of your hands threaded through his messy hair as you passionately devoured each other. His thick beard scratched across your skin, but you loved every second of it. Your heart rate was increasing by the minute, the rhythmic beeping kicking up in tempo, but neither of you cared. It had been far too long since your last kiss. When you absolutely had to pull away for air, there was hardly a gap between you. Your breaths mingled and noses nuzzled against each other gently.

After a moment of having full oxygen in your brain again, your confusion from earlier returned. Your brows furrowed as you posed your question. “What did you mean by your accident wasn’t a miscalculation?”

Colt chuckled softly, planting another kiss on your lips. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh too. “Mm, eighteen months is a long time to be apart.” Your mind is briefly filled with all of the things you would have to catch him up on. For the first time in a long time, you feel giddy.

“And I’m never leaving you again.” He murmured confidently, the tears in his blue eyes finally drying up as a light now shined within them.

You captured his lips in a tender kiss and he responded eagerly. It wasn’t long before his tongue was licking into your mouth and exploring every inch that he had missed in your time apart. You knew there was much for you to discuss, and you had a lengthy road to recovery, but there was no one else in the world you’d rather be with than Colt.

The two of you would figure it out – and that gave you hope for the first time in over a year.

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bethelighthalazia · 5 months

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Coachelly, Baby!

Summary: Mingi gets the call of his beloved girlfriend going into labor. While he's performing at coachella on the big sahara stage between two songs. Will he make it to the hospital in time?

Genre: fluff

Pairing: dad!mingi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1566

Warnings: none? mentions of pregnant reader (water breaks and labor mentioned)

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

[note: the purple bold italic text is spoken english, every other spoken word is koreanthis is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Mingi and you had not planned any of this. Of course, both of you were completely in love with each other, and Mingi already had gotten a ring to propose to you, but then, all of a sudden, life happened. It wasn't supposed to be a big thing, neither of you would have thought that this little quickie you two had backstage on their tour, yet a month after that, you had been staring at the positive pregnancy test. Mingi had accompanied you to the doctors and they also confirmed: You´re pregnant.

Now, almost ten months later, you were sitting in the hotel room in LA. Your best friend, one of ATEEZ´s staff members, is lounging on the sofa. She actually had been on vacation, but didn´t want to leave you alone while the boys were performing on the Sahara stage. so, that's how the both of you ended up in the hotel room, when you felt it. A sharp pain caused you to curl forwards a little, Seonghwa´s Switch dropping from your hands. You knew this pain, fake contractions were normal in the last weeks already, but this time, it felt different.

“Fuck…I need Mings-” You groan, feeling the wetness of the sofa and your sweatpants. Your water broke. Your friend quickly grabbed the bag that you had prepared and helped you up to lead you down into the foyer of the hotel, where one of Mingi´s bodyguards already waited to bring you to the hospital. You vehemently refused to call an ambulance, yet your legs gave up on the way to the car and the bodyguard quickly caught you, carrying you the last few steps. “Mingi- I need my Mingi!” You repeated, tears in your eyes while you tried to be strong and hold back. The ride to the hospital was quick, only a few blocks down the street from the hotel you stayed in. Unfortunately, since neither your best friend, nor the bodyguard were family, they weren't allowed to accompany you inside. Although, when you basically screamed at the nurses, they did let your best friend come with you.

A few miles away, Mingi and the others just finished the second to last song and Hongjoong was talking to ATINY and the crowd again. That's when Mingi´s eyes went wide, because through the earpiece, he heard staff tell the group what happened. For a moment, they all were frozen in place, seven pairs of eyes directed at Mingi, who just stood there, mouth agape. “Aish! She really couldn't have waited?!” Wooyoung joked, trying to lessen the tension a little, but in that moment ATINY cheered loudly. Mingi had not kept the news of your pregnancy a secret, he was very open about it, but never revealed your name or picture, to keep you safe, of course. Before any of them could really do anything, the music for the last song started and they all performed Wonderland. Even though their thoughts were with you, Ateez performed fierce and powerful once again and, before the last note actually finished, Mingi ran off the stage. He didn't even stop to get changed, only grabbing Hongjoong´s arm, dragging him to the car to make them drive him to the hospital where you were having his babies.

During the drive, Mingi was basically vibrating on the seat, still feeling the high from the performance mixed with the excitement and anxiety of the infamous ‘dad-panic’. “Hey!” Hongjoong yelled after the fourth attempt to get the younger one´s attention, causing him to look quite startled. “Calm down, she's in the best hands. We´re almost there, Mingi-ah. Take a deep breath, okay? You can't rush in there and cause Y/nie to get even more stressed than she already is, okay?” The captain said calmly and gave his younger member a worried glance every now and then while also focusing on the road. “What if i´m too late? She´ll be upset with me…I promised to be there for her during birth.” Mingi mumbled under his breath, his fingers drumming the dashboard of the car. When Hongjoong parked the car, Mingi already jumped out before the engine was turned off, drawing a chuckle from the captain. The older male also got out and quickly followed Mingi, which was easy, since he towered over most of the people there.

“Song Y/n, where Song Y/n?” The blonde asked, almost climbing over the counter to take a look at the registry himself, because the nurse was just staring at Mingi. Who could blame her though, he was in the full coachella attire after all, mic monitor and all still attached to him. Stepping in to pull Mingi back, Hongjoong took over the talking, Mingi´s english too butchered by his excitement. “We´re looking for my friend´s girlfriend, Y/l/n /Y/n.” The captain said, after all, you weren't married yet, but the nurse looked a little confused. “Uhm, we only have Song Y/n here, her friend put in the information while Miss Song was rushed to the maternity unit. Just follow the hallway down there and wait there please.” The nurse explained, even gesturing for Hongjoong and Mingi to follow the signs and hallways. The short male didn't have much time to thank the nurse, already being dragged after Mingi, who had spotted your best friend waiting for you. When the two men joined your best friend, Mingi was not able to sit down though, your bestie quickly helped Mingi to take off his earpieces and the microphone monitor when the doors swung open.

“Who's the father?” Another nurse asked, looking at Hongjoong, who nudged Mingi forward a bit, and Mingi was led to you. When he stepped in though, he froze in the doorway, looking at you with his usual boba-eyed pout. “I- I missed it?” He asked, the adorable expression on his face completely opposite to his rockstar outfit. You just smiled at him, your hair sticking to the sweaty skin and you looked exhausted, but to him, you always would be the most beautiful being in the world. That is, until his gaze shifted when he noticed movement on your chest. Very slowly, Mingi stepped closer, leaning in to kiss your lips before looking at the small bundles in your arms. Hold on, bundles? There was more than one moving bundle, but that would mean-

“M- more than one?” His voice was quiet, slightly hoarse as he tried to stay calm. You just nodded, watching him very carefully take one of the bundles out of your arms as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “A boy and a girl.” You whispered, seeing the smile on his lips grow wide, unable to hold back his tears as he held his newborn daughter in his arms, her whole body almost fitting into his hands only. “Welcome to the world, ChanHee and Yujin…” With a choked chuckle, Mingi kissed the baby's forehead gently, your son instinctively grabbing your finger as you carefully poked his nose. After a while, the door to your room opened again and the other seven members came in, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had talked to them beforehand to not be too loud and to behave, or else they´d be in trouble.

The moment they laid eyes on the babies, Seonghwa and San couldn't stop themselves, tears running down their faces already. “You know…I do hope they'll grow to look more like you, Y/nie, and not like Mingi-'' Wooyoung said in a teasing manner, but is soon shut up by Jongho, who drags his hyung out of the room again. The captain congratulated you and Mingi, he even snuck in a bag with your favorite treats, and then shushed and hurried the others out again as well, so you and Mingi could enjoy parenthood for now.

“I´m sorry, jagi…I really came as fast as I could, but-” “Mingi, please. You are here now, and that's what counts.” You cut him off, smiling gently at him, the babies by now laying in their cribs next to the bed. Mingi had taken off the jacket he wore and replaced it with a plain black shirt, so he couldn't possibly hurt you or the babies with the zipper and buttons of his jacket. You had made him lay down on the bed and cuddle with you, needing his warmth and comfort now, while he had asked you about almost every detail of the birth. It wasn't really the most casual talk, yet you did try to tell him everything, even though it mostly felt like a blur for yourself. It didn't take long for your head to drop against his chest while talking, the exhaustion finally taking over your body as you fell asleep. Mingi however felt wide awake, holding you tightly and peppering you with kisses. He felt so grateful that you walked into his life and now even blessed him with the two most beautiful babies. With a smile on his face, he carefully climbed out of the bed when Yujin started to make sounds. He very gently lifted her out of the crib and rocked her in his arms, humming the melody of Wonderland, the first melody that came to mind, to make her fall asleep again, a content smile on his face when he looked at his son and then you, his wonderful little family.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months

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Writing Notes: Places

Rivers

We use the before the names of rivers.

We usually write the without a capital letter.

If we use the word river, we usually write it without a capital letter: the river Thames, the river Severn, the Yangtze river.

We don’t always use the word river, especially when it is obvious that we are talking about a river: the Mississippi, the Nile, the Ganges, the Loire.

Mountains and Islands

We use the with the names of some mountains: the Matterhorn, the Jungfrau.

We do not use the if the name includes Mount or Mountain: Mount Olympus, Brokeback Mountain.

We often refer to some mountains just by their name without the: Everest, Kilimanjaro, Snowdon.

We usually use the before the names of ranges of mountains and groups of islands: the Dolomites, the Himalayas, the Rockies, the Bahamas, the Florida Keys, the Canaries.

Deserts, Oceans and Seas

We usually use the before the names of deserts, oceans and seas.

We often leave out the word desert, ocean or sea: the Sahara or the Sahara Desert, the Atlantic or the Atlantic Ocean, the Mediterranean or the Mediterranean Sea.

Cities, Countries and Continents

We don’t use the with the names of cities, countries or continents: Paris, Tokyo, France, Peru, Africa, Asia.

A small number of country names include the: The United Kingdom, The USA, The United Arab Emirates, The Netherlands.

Lakes

We don’t usually use the with the names of lakes.

We often use the word Lake before the name: Lake Como, Lake Michigan, Lake Geneva, Lake Tahoe.

Buildings, Monuments, Cathedrals, etc.

We use the with some names of buildings (we usually write the without a capital letter, the Taj Mahal, the Alhambra, the Houses of Parliament, the Pentagon) but not with others:

Stonehenge, Windsor Castle, St Paul’s Cathedral, Chichen Itza.

Roads, Streets, etc.

We use the with the names of major roads in a country: the M6, the A40,

but not with the names of areas, squares, streets and roads in a town or city: Broadway, Covent Garden, Times Square, Princes Street.

Facilities in a Town or City

We usually use the with the names of hotels, cinemas, museums and art galleries: the Marriott, the Louvre, the National Gallery.

When we are referring to buildings or institutions that don’t include the name of a town or city, we use the: the airport, the University Press,

but not when the name of the town or city is included: Gatwick Airport, Cambridge University Press.

But there are some exceptions:

Have you been on the London Eye?

They’ve been on the Eye at least ten times.

We saw ‘Mamma Mia’ at the Bristol Hippodrome. (the name of a theatre)

Have you been to the Hippodrome since they renovated it?

The Sea, the Coast, etc.

When we are referring to general features of a country or its landscape, we use the:

the sea, the countryside, the city, the coast.

Places: Fixed Expressions

There are a lot of common fixed expressions relating to places.

We don’t normally use the with these expressions.

Here are some of them:

to town: I’m going to town this afternoon.

in town: She works in town.

at school/university: They met at university.

from school/university: What time do they get home from school?

in hospital: Linda’s been in hospital since Friday.

in prison: Her husband is in prison, and life is very difficult for her.

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traineecryptid · 22 days

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NPSS Weibo Q&A (20240831) Part 4

This is a Q&A session held on Weibo. People will tag their questions with the hashtag #南派三叔藏海花在线答疑# (#NPSS Zang Hai Hua Online Q&A#) and NPSS will look through the tag to pick some to answer. The event started at 1500 hours on 2024 August 31st.

Folder with screenshots and big compilation google doc is here. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 is here.

1608

Q: Man crush, honestly, do you think that West Lake Vinegar Fish is delicious? Can you finish a plate of Vinegar Fish from Louwailou by yourself?

A: Actually, I really can’t. At most, I can eat two bites. But I’ve heard that they’ve improved their recipe lately and now it’s very delicious.

1609

Q: Shu, how long do you spend online from day to night? Your mental state is great. (T/N: “great” as in “wow what a mental state!”) A: I actually have too many things to write but well, I’m a liuliang celebrity, aren’t I?

1609

Q: The unbeatable, most handsome man crush in the universe, may I ask if Wu Xie would get caught by Xiaoge and Pangzi for sneakily buying game currency in LOL so he can buy skins? A: You can’t skimp on skins no matter how poor you are. Everyone understands this.

1611

Q: Sanshu, you have written about so many places in China, have you considered letting the Iron Triangle go tomb robbing overseas? A: I’ve written a movie script previously. The three of them were kidnapped and brought inside a pyramid. I was prepared to direct it myself but there was an Ebola outbreak right when the filming site in West Sahara finished construction.

1611

Q: I’ll post this again. Lei, can you invite the original singer to perform Three Days of Silence next year? People go to the bathroom three times (T/N: this is the proverb meaning to visit a place persistently until you get the result you want), why don't you go to the bathroom three hundred times. After all, there’s still more than 300 days till the next 817.

A: I visit once per day? Won’t it make me look like a loan shark?

1613

Q: When will this Q&A end?

A: It won’t end. I will answer at any time.

1613

Q: Shu, you’ve previously said that you’ll slowly delete the drafts on your public account. Can you not delete them? I really like to read the drafts over and over again.

A: There isn’t enough space. There’s too many [drafts]. Even if I don’t delete them, you can’t find them either.

1615

Q: If Zhang Qiling could only say one sentence to Wu Xie in this lifetime, what would he say?

A: I can only say one sentence to you in this lifetime, go get paper and pencil, I’m going to start saying this sentence and try my best to not stop and tell you everything that I can say, don’t interrupt me, let’s see how long I can make this sentence, now listen up, Wu Xie, my plan is goes like this bla bla bla bla bla—

1616

Q: Do you think that you can write better than you have previously? Or has that best feeling stage passed? A: I can go back [to that state], but I will go insane. Once I go insane, I will hurt everyone, including you all.

1618

Q: Shu, I think you wrote the best when you were in the psychiatry hospital. Can you trouble yourself and fulfill us and go there again? A: Here comes the crazy guy.

1620

Q: I’m praying for Shu to get Tianshou today and update nonstop.

A: Once the Tianshou ends, there’s a great probability that I will go to Liuheta (T/N: a culture park in Hangzhou, West Lake area) and run around naked.

1623

Q: What were the first impressions Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie had of each other?

A: Wu: Wah, it’s a show off. Zhang: Looks like there’s a layman on the team.

1624

Q: Man crush, if you were to choose a birthplace in DMBJ, would you choose the Golmud Sanatorium or the Bronze Gate?

A: Are these birth places? What is my mom thinking?

1629

Q: Which one do you like more; going to work or going to jail? Can you write while you’re in jail or write while you’re at work?

A: What’s the difference?

1631

Q: Shu, what do you think ZHH means to you?

A: I was suffering a lot when I wrote ZHH. It was before my mental breakdown. I went crazy after finishing it.

60 questions in! /laid flat on the ground. Only 60 questions in... and the list keeps getting longer. On one hand, I kinda regret spacing these out so much but on the other hand... I need something to fill my days between the ZHH updates. Maybe I'll do double updates tomorrow! Who Knows!

#npss #dmbj #daomu biji

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eptodaytommorowforever · 5 months

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Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 13th Of May In 1973.

Elvis Presley performed at the High Sierra Theater, Sahara Tahoe, Stateline, Nevada 3.00 a.m. This show was a special Mother’s Day engagement to benefit a local hospital. Elvis Wore The Arabian Jumpsuit And Matching Belt At This Mothers Day Show In Memoriam Of Is Late Mother Glady's Presley. My Own Rare Two CD set Of the 10pm and 3am Shows And Very Rare Mothers Day Poster Announcing This Charity Benefit Show.

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wishfulwithwine · 1 year

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Make No Apologies - Rafe Cameron One Shot

Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

Rewatching Grey’s Anatomy and couldn’t get Meredith’s famous “I make no apologies” quote out of my head! Definitely thought it’d be an interesting one shot…

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

Photo from pinterest

You should have known.

You should have noticed the touching, not simply brushing them off as just friendly gestures.

You should have paid more attention to the looks and stares by the pair, not just thinking you were being self conscious. The way he stared at her when she’d hang around in her bikini. The way she’d glare when you two would kiss.

Maybe then, you could’ve saved yourself this pain. Well, at least some of it.

“Y/N…” Pope said, softly as he watched you freeze in place from the shock of the sight before you. Through the dirty window of the Chateau, you saw your boyfriend and your best friend fucking.

Well… ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.

“Y/N” Pope said again, moving closer to you to pull you into a hug, but you moved away from him sharply.

“I-I’m fine” You said, stuttering over your words as your mouth felt like the Sahara desert and your eyes had tears forming in them.

“You don’t need to be fine. That’s - that’s fucking bullshit. I can’t believe them…” Pope said, getting angry.

You were never an angry person, never one to blow up, and it wasn’t going to start now.

“I’ll be fine, Pope. I’ll be fine. I just need to leave” You said, turning around finally, and walking quickly to your bike. Pope chased after you, worried about you.

“Where are you going? It’s getting dark. What do I tell your brother?”He asked, nervously, as you hopped up on your bike.

“Away from here. Tell John B I’m fine, and tell JJ we’re done” You said, and without another glance, you pedaled as quickly as you could, as far as you could.

Pope sighed, looking back at the Chateau where the bomb of his friend group just went off, wondering what was going to happen now?

You could barely see where you were biking through the tears, but you kept pedaling, focusing on the burning of your legs rather than the breaking of your heart. It was overwhelming all your senses, the blood pounding in your ears, your head feeling heavy with emotions.

Which was why you didn’t see the car whipping around the corner until it was too late.

You fell off your bike hard, hitting the sidewalk painfully.

“Oh shit” the driver said, but all you could concentrate on was the pain, as you detangled your legs from the bike and held your leg tightly.

“Y/N? Oh gosh I’m so sorry” Rafe said, realizing who he hit as you sat there looking up at him with your eyes full of tears and clothes covered in blood and dirt. “Shit that looks terrible. Let me, let me drive you to the hospital” He said, picking you up bridal style and putting you in the passenger seat gently, before driving quickly to the hospital.

When you stopped crying, wiping away your tears, you looked at him, taking in his concerned face and how he kept glancing over to you. When you locked eyes, you saw the regret clearly in his eyes.

Rafe Cameron had never been nice to Pogues, but Y/N was different. She never got involved in the fights, and they were even friendly to one another at points. Y/N was friendly with Sarah, despite the Kiara drama, and when she was over at the Cameron house, she never teased him even with his sister. It helped that he thought she was beautiful.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you” He said, worried.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault” You said, and he looked at you surprised.

“I just hit you with my car! It’s my fault” Rafe said.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine” You said, deja vu happening over what just happened.

“Do you need me to call anyone? Your brother?” He asked, pulling up to the hospital.

“No!” You all but shouted, and he was completely surprised. “No, no. I’m fine. Please, please don’t call him” You pleaded softly.

“But you’re alone. Want me to call your boyfriend Maybank?” He asked, a sneer almost in his tone.

“Not my boyfriend anymore” You said, shaking your head, as he stopped in front of the hospital entrance. Rafe tried not to smile as he thought he finally had a chance with her.

He came over to your door, picked you up bridal style, and carried you into the hospital.

“Hello? Help here! I think she broke her leg” Rafe shouted, demanding attention. Seeing a bloody girl being carried by a Cameron instantly sent all the nurses rushing over.

A room was instantly made available, and Rafe carried you to the bed, putting you down and stepping outside the door so the doctors came to analyze you.

Rafe took a deep breath, looking at the closed door you were behind, before going to the waiting area and pulling out his phone.

He couldn’t believe it was you - Y/N Routledge, the infamous little sister of John B Routledge. He had always thought you were too good to be around those dirty Pogues, but he understood John B was your brother. You were exceptionally smart, beautiful and nice to literally everyone. The only downside however was that you somehow had fallen under Maybank’s spell, but now that you weren’t - well now, he would finally make his move on his dream girl.

It was only a few minutes later when you saw Rafe again, after the doctors left, and he came with a clipboard full of paperwork.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, nervously, biting his nail as he sat down next to you. You were in a hospital gown now, an IV full of pain medication in your arm.

“A broken leg and some lacerations. Nothing major” You replied, looking at him softly.

“I’m so sorry. Are you sure there isn’t anyone I can call for you?” He asked, holding your hand. You gave him a warm smile, before looking down at your hands.

“I was trying to get away from everyone tonight” You said, and he held your hand a little tighter, concerned.

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m here for you” Rafe said, as you looked up at him and saw the truth in his eyes.

“I saw JJ and Kiara, together, through the windows. I just - left. JJ basically lives there with my brother and I - I don’t want to go home,” You said, your lip wobbling as you tried not to cry.

“I’m going to kill him” Rafe said softly, his jaw clenching. You reached your hand out, touching his cheek as he rested his head on your hand.

As you stared at him, you realized how beautiful Rafe Cameron was. The ocean blue eyes, the sparkling smile you’d seen him sport with his friends and Wheezie… he was obviously fit and in shape too. You had always found him attractive, but you never had allowed yourself your eyes to stray from JJ too long. Rafe was always nice to you, despite what he did to your sibling and your friends.

“Don’t look at me like that” Rafe whispered, interrupting your thoughts.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“Because I’ll kiss you” He said, and it felt like it was only you two in a bubble, the tension growing enough you could cut with a knife.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry for my son! I told him he needs to drive slower and more careful. We’ll take care of all of the costs. Don’t worry about a thing” Ward says, bursting into the room and interrupting your moment, giving you a sympathetic glance, before glaring at his son.

“No, please. I shouldn’t have been biking in the dark” You said, trying to take some of the heat off of Rafe. Ward shook his head, appreciating how you were trying to cover for his son.

“No, we’ve got it covered. Where’s your brother?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone. I’m fine” You insisted.

“No, Rafe will stay with you and then if you want, bring you to our house to recover” Ward states, before the doctors took you in to surgery.

Hours later, Rafe helped you enter Tanneyhill with your crutches.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Sarah asked, coming down the stairs with Wheezie to see who was coming home so late. “What happened?”

“My car crashed into her bike. She’ll be staying here for a bit” Rafe said, as he went to pick you up so you didn’t have to hobble up the stairs with crutches. Sarah and Wheezie looked surprised, as you seemed comfortable in his arms.

“Should I call John B?” Sarah asked, almost excited.

“No, I’m good” You said, with a smile, before the Cameron sisters were out of sight.

He led you into one of the guest rooms, and sat you down on the bed.

“Anything I can get you?” Rafe asked, kneeling down in front of you. You smirked.

“Look at you, asking a pogue what they want” You teased, and he chuckled.

“I don’t count you as a pogue. You’re too pretty and smart” He said honestly, and you reached out to cup his cheek again, like before when you had that moment in the hospital.

He stared at you, his eyes focusing on the softness of your lips. He leaned forward, expecting you to push him away, but was happily surprised when his lips met yours. He put his hands on either side of your face, his large hands almost as big as your head, and he kissed you deeper and more passionately.

It was an awkward position, as you couldn’t move your leg and he didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had.

“Rafe” You said, leaning back from the kiss, pulling your lips away.

“What? Is everything ok?” He asked, concerned, gaze drifting down to your leg to see if he had pushed it.

“No, everything’s ok, but would you maybe want to help me with a shower?” You asked, nervously, watching his facial expression go from previously concerned to a wide smirk. He didn’t answer you, just kissed your lips again, before going to carry you off to the bathroom.

“You sure you want me to?” He asked, beginning to help you wrap your cast so it didn’t get wet.

“Yes” You said. “You’ve helped me… forget”

“I hope you know, I don’t just want to be your rebound” Rafe said, seriously. You smiled.

“You want more than just a hookup? Are you actually Rafe Cameron?” You teased, and he just shook his head, kissing you.

“Laugh all you want, but soon you’ll be naked in a shower with me, helping you get clean” Rafe said, and you giggled, pulling him into another kiss.

Let’s just say it was a very steamy shower…

Back at the Chateau

Pope was sitting on the dock, as far away from the Chateau as he could without actually leaving the place. He was debating going home so he didn’t have to be with the cheaters, but he didn’t want to go home and work for his parents. Also, he figured he should tell John B why his sister wasn’t coming home.

It wasn’t too long after you had left that John B arrived home, and before even entering the house, he had seen Pope alone on the docks… which concerned him.

Where was everyone that Pope was alone on the docks?

“Hey! Where is everyone?” John B asked, sitting down next to him. Pope clenched his jaw, wondering how he was going to tell his best friend that his sister got cheated on by their two best friends.

“JJ and Kiara are inside. Y/N left” Pope said, trying to figure out how to tell him about what happened.

“Hey guys!”JJ shouted, coming out with Kiara to join the boys on the docks. John B noticed how Pope’s jaw clenched tighter, his hands curling up into fists, and how he wouldn’t look at the other two.

“Where’s Y/N?” John B asked, as JJ and Kiara sat down, and Pope looked up at the two, who pretended that nothing had just happened.

“We saw you two fucking” Pope said, and as JJ’s mouth dropped, Kiara’s face smiled, moving closer to JJ and pulling him into a hug.

“Finally! We don’t have to pretend anymore” Kiara said excitedly.

“Finally?! Are you fucking kidding me? How long have you been cheating on my sister?” John B shouted angrily, getting up and walking over to JJ. JJ pushed away Kiara, and stood up, holding his hands up in surrender.

“A few months” Kiara said with a smile, as she reached out to hold onto JJ’s hand. Everyone looked at her with a glare. “What? I’m happy I get to be with my JJ without her ruining things”

“That’s my sister, you dumb bitch” John B said, wanting to slap the girl but he didn’t hurt women. He looked over to JJ. “How could you do this to her? To me? To us?”

“It was a mistake!” JJ said, walking backwards off the dock onto land, seeing the glint in John B’s eyes. Kiara looked hurt at his words, but John B started running at JJ, tackling him into the ground and beginning to punch him.

It was a good fight, before John B finally stopped, Pope having to separate the two.

As Kiara helped JJ get cleaned up, Pope helped John B.

“So where’s my sister?” John B asked, looking to Pope, who shrugged.

“She just took her bike and left. Told me to tell you she’s fine, and JJ she’s done” Pope said.

“She’s done? She broke up with me?” JJ asked, surprised, and everyone looked at him surprised.

“She saw her best friend and her boyfriend fucking. Yea, she’s done with you” Pope stated bluntly, rolling his eyes.

“No, she can’t be done. I love her” JJ said, and Kiara gasped, slapping him across the face.

“You love her? What about all the times you told me you wanted me?” Kiara exclaimed.

“You don’t love Y/N, or else you definitely wouldn’t have cheated on her” Pope said.

“Just leave, dude. Both of you. Honestly, I can’t - I can’t look at either of you” John B said, and Kiara and JJ left.

“Where do you think she is?” Pope asked John B.

“If I know my sister, she probably wants to be left alone for the night” John B said.

It was a few days later when John B saw his sister again, pulling up to the Chateau in Rafe Cameron’s car. All the Pogues were there, watching as Sarah and Rafe both got out of the car, before Rafe went and helped Y/N out of the car, getting her the crutches.

“Holy shit, what happened? Are you okay?” John B asked, running over to his sister and giving her a tight hug.

“I’m fine, no worries. Just a little bike accident okay?” You said, and John B looked to the Cameron siblings.

“Why are you with them?” He asked, annoyed.

“They’ve been helping me out since the accident, and Rafe’s my…” You said, looking to Rafe, who nodded with a smile. “Rafe’s my boyfriend. I’m just here to pick up some stuff and then I’ll be moving in with them. It’ll be better for everyone” You said, looking over John B’s shoulder at JJ and Kiara.

“You’re living with him now? Rafe Cameron? You’re a whore. The kook king’s whore” JJ sneered.

Rafe moved forward, but you stopped him with your arm holding his bicep. He looked down at you confused, before your eyes locked, a look in your eyes he had never seen before and nodded, his jaw locked in anger as he watched you look back at JJ.

JJ was expecting you to walk away, like you always did. No commotion, no reply.

That was the old Y/N. He wasn’t expecting Y/N, Rafe’s girlfriend.

“You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared?

Because I was done. You left me. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore” You said, calmly but deadly, staring directly now into JJ’s eyes as everyone’s jaw dropped at your reply.

“Also, if you think I’m a whore, a kook whore, for living with my boyfriend while I recover from a leg injury, you should check your new girlfriend’s DMs. Especially the ones with picture attachments. You never satisfied me, so I’m not surprised she’s hitting up every guy in Figure 8 to get better sex” You added, watching as everyone’s head whipped over to Kiara who was bright with embarrassment and anger. You smirked, and Rafe put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in for a kiss.

“That’s my girl” He said, smiling widely. You kissed him again, before turning to your brother and Pope.

“I’ll see you guys often, but I need some space from… that” You said, and John B nodded.

“Can you get hotter, baby girl? I’m going to treat you so well tonight. Such a good girl for me” Rafe said, with a smug grin, as he followed you into the house, picking up your things with Sarah. You sat on the bed, telling them what to get, as Rafe protested you moving things.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to hear that!” Sarah said, and you giggled, as Pope and John B looked confused while Rafe rolled his eyes. JJ stood in the corner arms crossed and glaring at Rafe.

“Can I have a minute with my sister, alone?” John B said, when the bags were finally packed and Rafe and Sarah were about to take things to the car. You looked at Rafe and Sarah, nodding, and they left you with John B, but not before Rafe kissed your forehead. Pope and JJ left, with a look from John B.

He sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you and your cast.

“Are you sure you want to stay with them? I can easily ban JJ and Kiara from the house. You’re my sister and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you” He said, and you smiled softly, looking at your brother, reaching out to hold his hand.

“I’m positive. They’re your friends, and I’m happy with Rafe. Really happy with him and Sarah’s awesome. I’m hurt, really hurt by what they did and I just don’t feel comfortable being around them, especially in the Chateau where they were doing it. JJ basically lives here and I wouldn’t want you to kick him out and he’d have to live with his dad. That’s not right, and I can live with the Camerons. They’ve all been great” You said, and you could see the tears well up in John B’s eyes.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be here for you” He said, with a sad smile, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Same here, bro, same here” You said, pulling apart.

“If he makes you happy, that’s all I want” He said, as he helped you get up to go out to them.

“Rafe does” You said, with a smile, looking over to the car where Rafe was waiting. JJ, Pope and Kiara were on the porch.

“See you later John B, Pope” You said, giving them both one last hug, ignoring the other two before heading with the Camerons.

“Come on, sweetheart” Rafe said, lifting you up and putting you in the car. You smiled, giving him another kiss, before you all drove away.

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What A Surprise

Bradley Bradshaw X Reader

Warnings:blood—bloody nose,concussion,eye injury ,unknown pregnancy, two curse words max ,fainting ,protective/fluffy bradley, hospital visit, happy ending

Summary: Why do bad things always happen to Bradley, especially to the ones he loves?. This time it no one’s fault but his.

- set before tgm, abt 2007, Bradley still in college and reader alr in the navy. Phoenix and Slider are mentioned

Bradley Bradshaw prided himself in having grown a sixth sense for his girlfriend. He always knew when danger was near especially around his girlfriend and he normally did his damn best of removing her safely. With the exception of this time.

By the time Bradley recognized were the football was going it was already to late.

“‘Y/n!”

He didn’t expect the football to plow directly into her face. She find herself on the ground within seconds and there’s blood flowing from Y/n’s endlessly— and by accident she’s grab her nose to hard making Y/n scrunch her face— make the badgering pain worse and making more blood find its way on to her hands and shirt.

“Fuck, Y/n I’m so sorry” he runs over to her— he’s angry at himself for not being able to warn Y/n faster, for allowing her to get hurt on his watch. Bradley redirects his anger at the culprit the football —tossing it angrily from her, by that he’s trying to protect her from harm again.

Bradley’s slient as his fingers gently cups Y/n face with his t-shirt in tow, he’s holding your head up softly–eager not hurt her more than he already has. Your trying to focus on the scent of his shirt as the pain worsen-making it hard for her not fall asleep.

“Ow” falls from Y/n mouth as you clenched your eyes shut trying to not cry from the pain. You feel yourself getting queasy as the feeling of your own blood touching your skin—it makes you feel gross.

You watched his eyebrows crease in concern and a little of bit of anger. He still mad at the fact that she got hurt—let alone that he indirectly caused you pain.

The blood flow had seemingly stopped for the time being. One of your favorite shirts was ruined by the plethora of blood spots.

A trail of blood stained her chin. Some spots under Y/n’s nose.

“Seems like our next pitstop is the hospital Y/n”.

“But—” you attempted to say, maybe her boyfriend overreacting.

“Nope—not listening you” Bradley gently grabs her face— moving it side to side-he’s getting a glimpse of the damage he caused.“I’m sorry Y/n”—you peered your eyes open to give him a look of disbelief and distaste.

“Don’t…It’s okay Bradley, I’m ok—” you winced.

“Come on Y/n—1..2..3”, Bradley lifts Y/n up bridal style and she could briefly hear his footsteps, but thats before her hearing starts to muffle.

—

Beeping sounds pierce your ears, there’s a weak attempt of ignoring it but it seems impossible as the sound gets louder.

Beep… Beep…Beep .

“This is impossible, more impossible than attempting to copy Beast’s flying maneuvers”.

You had groaned loudly interrupting the quiet atmosphere.“Brad?”, you croak out-as your throat reminds you of the sahara desert. A bright light shines in your face immediately making you close them.

“Baby?”, anxiety dripping from his tone.

You blinks again—trying to show him your listening. A faint stabbing pain reminds you of earlier. His eyes are a mixture of sadness and fear something that doesn’t happen often—already making you fear for the worst.

“You collapsed Y/n” Bradley says, his lips wobble a little when the words escape his mouth.

“The football, yeah?”. you ask, and it seems like you struck a nerve. “Bradley, hey—I’m okay”, you reassure him because the way your boyfriend looked made you feel incredibly sad.

Bradley gets up from his seat. He drops a kiss onto your hand—before gently moving your hair.

“How long was I out?” you ask him noticing how dark it was outside.

“Four hours at max” he tells you—despite your best-you try hiding your panic from him.

“Y/n its going to be okay— It’s probably nothing taking a hit to the face will make anyone faint”. he takes your hand into his.

“Yeah” you muttered.

“Your going to be okay” he says again in efforts of trying to keep you calm. The last thing you needed was your blood pressure and heart rate to climb deadly numbers.

There’s a knock on the door that makes you two break apart. Both you and Bradley sit up straight—bracing for the worst news possible.

A olderwoman with a white lab coat steps through the door. “Hello Lieutenant Grey , my name is Doctor Reese, are you feeling better?”—she addresses you.

“Could be better” you reach your hand towards your left eye. A small groan leave’s your lips.

Doctor Reese nods her head at your face.“Hyphema— the football hitting you in the face caused bleeding in your eye”

Bradley hands you his phone camera.

“Damn, I like look who did it and what happened” you inspect your face closely. you slapped his shoulder softly.“And you didn’t tell me Bradshaw”

“Sorry” Bradley smiles sheepishly.

“But don’t worry Y/n you and your baby are okay”. she smiles. “You’re a very healthy woman— don’t worry about the effect of your fall, and eye injury”

“B-baby” Bradley stuttered. His rubs the back of his neck anxiously.

Y/n’s brain starts to crash to pieces— there’s a baby growing inside her stomach. Shit

“I think there’s been some type of misunderstanding”. your voice breaks.“Check again!” Your voice raised.

“Y/n— Bradley says calmly. “It’s okay”

“But yes-are you sure?”

Your wondering if all that blood you just lost is was doing a number on you.

Y/n didn’t hear wrong because Bradley expression matches yours. Eyebrows are raised, and jaws were on the floor.

“Lieutenant Grey, there’s a nine week old fetus growing inside of you” she calmly states. This obviously isn’t her first time repeating herself.

“Would you like to see the ultrasound?” she spotted a white and black picture sticking out her coat pocket.

Tears blur Y/n vision— she doesn’t think she can talk right now.

Bradley nods his head“Thank you ma’am— do you mind leaving us for a bit?”

She hands the scan to Bradley.“ If you need me just come find me— congratulations”. Only thing you can make out is Doctor Reese white coat disappearing as she leaves and you hear the door click.

“Uhh-” your words drag out, as you lack the words to say. You and Bradley are having a baby!.

“Y/n its going to be okay, I know this wasn’t planned but were fine, and I also think our baby is a good thing”. You can tell he’s trying to make you feel better, and make himself feel better too.

“We aren’t ready for a baby Bradley— two bedroom apartment, one car—and you’re still in college”, panic claims your chest and brain yet again.

“Listen to me Y/n yes all those things are true, but I can get a simple job ok— we can balance the pay for things, Im sure Uncle Sli and Phoenix are willing to help us— Your going to be the best mom on the planet” Bradley tells you, his eyes glistening with tear, yet his smile says otherwise.

“But what if you leave, what If you both lose me”

First of all Y/n Grey I’m never leaving either of you there is nothing that will make me leave— I’m not going to be one of those dads that here but are really aren’t, you both are going have at me your side until I die.. And besides I can guarantee you’ll try your best to return back to us safely each time your in the air”. He grips your hand tightly“I love you Y/n“Raven”Grey.

Y/n sniffled a little and she gently placed her arm under her stomach. “your going to be the best dad on the planet”. He sits on the bed and kisses her.

The fear that was once sitting on Y/n’s chest starts to disappear slowly. The tears that drop from her face are now happy ones.

“I love you too”

“I’m going to be a mom”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

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Evermore

Chapter 7. If we survived the Great war

Masterlist

Previous chapter

Hello hello! Chapter 7 friends

Following this chapter Evermore is going to be Pietro central, so I hope you all enjoy, so much flirting and arguing to come x

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: BFF Anna, angst, injuries, PTSD, proof Tony Stark has a heart

My vision was foggy when my eyes opened once more. The slow rhythm of a monitor beeping filled my ears as I glanced around the room, it wasn’t a hospital, but it definitely wasn’t the Avengers Tower either. My attention was piqued by the sound of a door opening and closing.

“Welcome back,” Anna murmured, a soft smile coming to sit on her face. “You gave us all quite the scare.” I shifted in the bed, attempting to sit up. “Just take it slow, Nads, you’re on a lot of pain meds and you don’t want to pop a stitch.”

I thanked her for the cup of water she handed me. “Where are we?”

“The new Avengers compound. You passed out on the lifeboat; the medics took care of you on board, but you’ve been out since then. Helen Cho worked her magic on you when you got back here.” The moment the water hit my lips it became apparent just how thirsty I was, it was as if I’d been walking through the Sahara for days, my throat dry and torn. “You know a text would have been nice. Didn’t need to be long, just a simple ‘hey Anna heading off to save the world talk to you later’.” I smiled into the cup at her taunting tone. “I mean here I am kicking back in Istanbul, and I get a call from Natasha saying you’re bleeding out in bloody Sokovia.”

My body felt light, as though it were floating. I guessed it was the medication. “Well, I did not want to disturb you, miss superspy.” She rolled her eyes, flipping me her middle finger as she dropped into the seat beside the bed. “I’m sorry, next time a robot man is intent on global destruction I’ll send you an email.”

“Please do!” I snorted at her, resting my head back against the crisp white pillows. “I missed you, smartass. The fiercely independent thing is fine, all I ask is the odd update so I know you’re still breathing, really any sign of life would be much appreciated.”

“Ugh, you people with all your emotions.” I teased, keeping my eyes closed. She huffed in feigned annoyance at my words. “I will try to keep you updated.” I popped a single eye open to watch her roll her eyes and smile at me gently. “How is your peculiar little rat?”

She shook her head at me, a scowl taking over her expression. “By that, I assume you mean my Pomeranian?” I hummed in response prompting her to sigh exasperatedly before telling me how the little creature was faring. “You can pretend to disdain George all you want but I’ve seen you giving him treats and spoiling him with pets.”

“Poor little Georgie, I feel bad for the beast, he is so tiny. Like a little doll, all of the other dogs will bully him.”

We continued like this for a while, catching up on life, at least as much as we could with her MI6 confidentialities and my innate displeasure in sharing my secrets. It was nice, to hear Anna’s voice, to have her here. She was the first person whom I’d found comfort in the presence of. There was safety with her, that is what our friendship was built on. Although, friendship did seem an inadequate word for our kinship. Family was what we had called it over the years, though even now that still seemed such a foreign concept it made my skin crawl each time, I lingered on the thought too long.

“You know you really did give us a scare, Nads.” I nodded at her, poking at the chocolate pudding that had been given to me. The first time I had one of these I was 21 and it was at the hospital in New York whilst I sat at Anna’s bedside after she’d had a particularly tough assignment. At the time I had been disgusted by the thought of this strange brown, custardy substance, even when I tried it, I found myself turned off by the thought of what ingredients went into making the uniquely American delicacy. However, they’d grown on me over the years. “Each of the Avengers have been in to see you that many times it’s becoming a little silly. Thor left you those before heading home.” She nodded toward an egregiously large bouquet of flowers. I bit back a smile at the thought of him purchasing that. What a very odd person. God. Whatever. “Nat got you something as well, she said she left it in your room…” The way Anna spoke then immediately made me suspicious. There was something she wanted to say, something on the tip of her tongue that she was biting back.

I raised an eyebrow at her but still she remained silent, swallowing down what might have been a laugh. “For God’s sake, just spit it out.”

“It’s nothing… I was just saying how you worried us… all of us.” I narrowed my eyes at her. She was trying extremely hard not to laugh now, I could tell. “That Maximoff boy, particularly.” She could no longer stop herself as a little giggle slipped out.

A sigh of utter exasperation came from me as she continued to laugh. “I am not sure what is so funny, Anna. What do I care of that infuriating prick?”

She grinned at me. “He’s been here more than anyone else. Honestly, I wasn’t sure he’d leave your side until I told him to piss off and take a shower.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Seriously he wouldn’t stop pacing around the room, I thought he was gonna wear a hole through the floor.”

I could not believe this woman. “Good for him.”

“He’s cute.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I muttered shoving a heaping spoonful of pudding into my mouth and attempting a nonchalant shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at me, but I simply avoided her gaze. “Are you sure?” I did not like her tone.

“He is a terrorist.”

“No one’s perfect.” I gaped at her implication, her gaze remained set on me, unwavering. It was not okay with me that she felt she could see through me so easily. “Plus, I wouldn’t really call him a terrorist, an idiot? Maybe, but he joined the Avengers in the end so…” She shrugged, stealing a spoonful of pudding from me.

“You are beginning to piss me off now.”

She only laughed again, taking another spoonful of the chocolatey goodness. “Why because I’m right and you’re saying the exact same thing in your head?”

I opened my mouth to disagree but before I could get the words out her phone began ringing, cutting me off. She pulled up a bag from beside her feet, laying it on the end of the bed. “I’m so sorry, I have to get this. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while.” I nodded, gesturing for her to go.

Unfortunately, I was not left alone for very long as Dr. Cho came in to check on me. “I am feeling much better now, can I go?”

She breathed a laugh, checking over the machine and taking a quick look under the bandage at my hip. “You’ll be fine to leave whenever you’re ready, Nadia. The wound looks far better already.”

“Great. I do not want any of the special medicine either, just give me the basics, nothing that affects my consciousness.”

“I would recommend taking something stronger for the pain, your body can heal without the medication, but you’d be putting yourself through so much unnecessary pain. You sustained a lot of damage, there’s no shame in taking something a little stronger.”

I pulled the blankets off of my legs, swinging them over the side of the bed. Within the bag, Anna had left was a clean set of clothes for me to change into. “I’ve had worse. I’ll be fine. Thank you, Dr Cho.”

She shook her head and sighed quietly, handing me two little bottles. “It’s your choice, I’m giving you something stronger as well just in case.” I took the bottles and tossed them into the bag, ignoring her look of frustration. “All right, well keep an eye on the wound and come back in a couple of days so I can check the healing progress.”

When I was alone again, I slipped into the small bathroom attached to the med bay, pulled off the hospital gown, and stepped into the shower. Most of the blood had been wiped from me though there was still quite a lot, alongside all sorts of dirt and debris which clung to me. The water ran black and red as it swirled down the drain, taking with it the stress and agonies of my time in Sokovia. A deep ache set into my muscles as the medication began to wear off, bringing me to a crisper consciousness where pain lay in wait.

I left the medical wing, swallowing down the agony that seared in my body as I wandered aimlessly down the unfamiliar hallway. The compound was quite fancy, not that it surprised me, Stark did have a flare for that kind of thing. Glass panes surrounded me, glossy floors which the light bounced off of.

“Hey, kid!” I glanced over my shoulder to see the man himself approaching me. “Glad to see you’re back on your feet, come on I’ll show you your new room.” He walked beside me, keeping pace with my pained, slightly slower stride. “What do you think of the new place? Nice huh? I thought the windows made it a little reminiscent of the tower, plus you know light and all that good stuff.” The end of his sentence came swiftly, almost as if he were glossing over the words as he spoke to them, he glanced at me so briefly it was almost unnoticeable.

“Yes, it’s… it’s nice, different to the tower, but nice.”

He nodded quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, definitely. Less light pollution out here though.” I remained silent as he showed me to my new room. It was spacious and the walls were white. Not sterile, hospital-white, rather a softer, warmer white that made it feel open. A large, plush bed sat in the middle of a wall, surrounded by side tables, and in the corner sat an empty bookshelf and a desk but none of these things were what held my attention. There was a whole wall lined with beautiful glass windows, the sun trickling through to bathe the furniture in warmth. I stepped toward them, holding a hand out to let the rays of sun engulf my flesh. “It’s a lot of light I know, but I had controls installed to tint the windows as much or as little as you want. All with the click of this remote.” He held up a little white controller. “They can go completely blackout, or you can just dim it, they’re also one-sided so you can see out, but no one can see in.” He spoke the way he always did, with that cool disposition that made him seem untouchable. He spoke as if it were nothing, when to me, this meant more than he’d ever know.

A picture frame sitting on the bedside table caught my attention, it was simple but nice, inside lay a photograph of Natasha and me. I picked it up to examine it closer, it was the night Ultron had attacked us in the Avenger’s tower when Nat had insisted we take a picture together before the party. Stuck to the top corner of the frame was a pink Post-it note.

What could be more you than your own face?

As I gazed into the glass encasing the image, I was able to see my own reflection staring back at me. I was smiling and my eyes were watery. Quickly placing the picture back down on the nightstand I looked at the roof, pretending to be stretching my neck as I took a deep breath. “You asked me what she showed me.” I finally spoke after a few long moments.

He asked what I meant.

“You asked me what the witch showed me, in the shipyard.” I turned to face him then.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I don’t, and I’m not going to either. Not now.” He raised an eyebrow at me. I exhaled deeply before continuing. “The place where I was raised… it was dark, and it was cold all the time and there was never music. For most of my life, that was what I knew, cold, dark, silence.” I could feel his gaze on me, but I did not meet it. “I don’t mind the light pollution in New York because it means that it is always light. I like the sound of the traffic because when I wake up during the night, there is sound. I asked you for a room with windows so that I always know, I am not in that place.” I shook my head. “Not anymore.”

There was silence again then. We stood facing each other but not meeting each other’s gaze, sitting in a silence that was surprisingly comfortable. He nodded. “Okay.” It was a word atop an exhale. A word that was simple, but in that moment, it had weight. It was an acknowledgement and it meant something to me. He turned to the door, placed the little remote on the desk, and took a step forward.

“Tony.” Both of us froze at the sound of my voice. In all the years that I’d known this man, I had never once called him by his first name. “You are a mad scientist, and sometimes a bit of a prick.” He smiled sheepishly, furrowing his eyebrows slightly at my words. “But you are also a good man, a man who saved the world. Thank you.” I looked toward the beams of sunlight streaming through my windows.

“I’ll see you around, Nads.” He spoke, turning to leave. Before he stepped out of the room, I saw the way his lips curved upward, it brought a soft smile to my own face.

…

Anna did come back, just as she said she would. She had to board a flight back to England to report to MI6 before leaving again for her next assignment. It was a busy life, one that we had in common. “You know sometimes I think maybe I should’ve chosen MI6 over S.H.I.E.L.D. Then I would not have to contend with jaded AI and near doomsday events on a weekday.”

She laughed. “It would be nice to get to see you more often.” She wrapped me in her warm embrace and for a moment I tensed, but then it was Anna, and it was okay. She exhaled softly, shaking her head as she pulled away with a small, earnest smile. “No... Superhero suits you better.”

I narrowed my eyebrows at her, an amused smile spreading across my lips. “Look after yourself.”

“No, you look after yourself.” She spoke, her tone shifting to a scolding one, like an older sister. “I mean it.” She added, pointing at me.

When she was gone, and it was quiet I slipped into the large bed facing the windows. For a while, I just watched the intricate patterns drawn on the marble floors by the sun trickling in. “J.A.R.V.I.S… are you there?” I spoke into the room, feeling a little silly for the bubble of hope in my chest. For a moment there was silence, and I was almost embarrassed, of course, he was not there, J.A.R.V.I.S was installed into the red man they called Vision.

“Hello, Nadia. My name is F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr. Stark has installed me in the Avengers compound now that J.A.R.V.I.S has left.” It was a woman’s voice, she was Irish. “Perhaps I can help?”

I swallowed heavily. “It is very quiet in here...” My words trailed off, I did not know what to say and it felt stupid and weak now.

“The previous Avengers tower was soundproof also so J.A.R.V.I.S emitted quiet cityscape sounds into your room. Would you like me to do this as well?” Her voice was gentle and non-judgmental.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

The moment I’d finished my sentence the low hum of traffic, wind, and life streamed into the room. “Of course, is there anything else I can help with?”

I lowered myself, resting my head back on the plush pillows and snuggling into the duvet. “No thank you… F.R.I.D.A.Y.” She told me I was welcome and then she was gone. I dimmed the windows slightly, just enough that the sun wasn’t blaring but I could still see out. As soon as I was comfortable, I rolled onto my side.

I couldn’t sleep on my back, not anymore. It was odd to feel incapable of such a mundane thing. In support group, they call things like that a trigger. I’d never found a better term for that feeling that occurs in the dead of night when the room is still, and I am on my back with my eyes closed. It’s the feeling of my legs in stirrups, needles injecting me with a drug that made me feel as though I were underwater. My muscles turned to mush, and my body was stolen from me. Parts that were supposed to be mine. Proof that nothing belonged to me in the Red Room.

I tended to favor side sleeping.

…

When my eyes opened, I was bathed in darkness. I could feel sweat pricking at the back of my neck and my heart was thumping quickly in my chest. Taking a long, deep breath I closed my eyes and focused. The hushed sound of traffic enveloping me, my heart slowed slightly, and I reopened my eyes, snatching the remote and turning the dimmer off on the windows to reveal the silver glow of moonlight. After a while, the air began flowing smoothly into my lungs and my heart returned to its normal rhythm, the sweat dried and I was okay.

I took my time walking to the kitchen, creating a mental map of the compound as I went. It did not take me long to realize that the red was gone, no longer sitting in the corner of my vision, taunting me. I remained vigilant nonetheless, awaiting it’s return so it could not catch me by surprise. Before I turned the corner into the room, I was presuming was the kitchen based on the sound of voices and the sizzling of food in a pan, I leaned against the wall, cradling my wounded side and taking a deep breath. It hurt, a lot. I was only taking the weak painkillers Dr. Cho had given me, none of the stronger medicines, and I was paying the price. My body ached all over and my stomach had begun to cramp from the lack of sustenance. After another moment of rest, I pushed off the wall and made my way into the kitchen. There was a large island bench lined on one side by stools and a dining table across from it. Natasha sat at the island talking to Cap, who was stirring something in a pot at the stove. A glance at the table revealed Vision and the Maximoff twins talking amongst themselves.

“Nads, you’re awake.” Nat beamed when she spotted me causing all eyes in the room to land on me. I raised an eyebrow at her, glancing at Steve when he turned to face me, a novelty apron with the words ‘kiss the chef’ inscribed across the front, wrapped around his body.

“I was wondering if you’d be joining us tonight.” He spoke up offering me a warm smile. “You must be hungry, I’m made some soup, I’m not much of a cook but it smells decent so...”

I ignored the gaze of the enhanced twins, particularly the remorseful look that Wanda gave me and the concerned one her brother supplied. “Nice apron,” I murmured, walking to sit at the end of the dining table as far from Wanda and Pietro as possible. A snort came from Nat and an exasperated sigh from Cap at my comment.

“It was the only one that was here, and I didn’t want to spill on myself.” He mumbled, his tone suggesting that I wasn’t the first to comment on his choice of cooking attire. A moment after I’d sat down there was a bowl of steaming soup placed before me by Steve, followed by a glass of ice water from Natasha beside two little white pills which I assumed were painkillers. I raised an incredulous eyebrow at the two of them as they sat on either side of the table with their own meals.

“What’s with the table service?” The two of them shrugged as if they weren’t sure what I’d meant. I sipped the water before scooting forward to begin eating when I realized I didn’t have a spoon, bracing my hands on the arms of the chair to push myself up. Yet, before my chair was even far enough from the table for me to stand a streak of blue and silver whizzed by. A spoon sitting in front of me before my mind even had time to comprehend what was happening. Glancing down the table to see Pietro seated, casually, as if he’d never left. My eyes narrowed at him from my seat before I glanced back to Nat and Steve who were barely touching their food as they pretended not to be focused on me. I picked up the spoon hesitantly. “Is this because I almost died?” I taunted, causing Natasha to shoot me a sharp glare.

“That’s not funny, Nadia.”

I put my hands up in surrender before beginning to eat. “Geez, tough crowd.” It was almost unbearable to know that I was being surveyed so heavily by the other people in the room, though there was something about it that prompted a warm feeling in my chest, not that I’d ever admit it. “This soup is actually very good; have you been taking cooking classes in your spare time?” I broke the silence, glancing at Steve.

“Actually, I found the recipe on the line.”

“The line?”

Nat bit back a grin, glancing at me. “The web.”

I gasped at that. “You used the internet, all by yourself.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Yes, I used the internet. I don’t particularly like it, but I must admit it was actually nice, this woman spoke about how the recipe was passed down from her great-grandmother.” Natasha and I shared a look at his admission, evidently, he had chosen to read the entire biography section of the recipe before making this soup.

The smile that sat across my face was hard to shake, try as I might. “Thank you for the food,” I spoke quietly as I continued eating. The overzealous service caretaking continued when I’d finished eating, my dish was cleared before I’d had the chance and my water was refilled. “Honestly, it was 1 bullet, for God’s sake. I am perfectly capable of walking to the bench.”

“Well, you don’t need to, I’m already doing it for you,” Natasha spoke, giving me a pointed look as she stacked the dishwasher. I rolled my head back to hang over the back of my seat in exasperation.

“You’re not going to take the medicine?” A voice piped up causing a wave of irritation to pass over me.

I lifted my head slowly, a lethal look in my eyes as they met his clear blue ones. “Whatever for? I am not in pain.”

“You took a bullet and shrapnel to the side but you’re not in any pain? Of course, this does not sound like you are trying to prove anything at all.”

A hush fell over the room at his response. When I spoke again my tone was glacial. “I thank you for your concern, but it takes a little more than 1 bullet and some itty-bitty pieces of metal to kill me.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Perhaps next time the two of you decide to team up with a deranged metal man to kill the Avengers you will keep this in mind.” It was facetious and it was mean, but the words seemed to come from me before I had the chance to stop them.

Wanda swallowed heavily, her sullen gaze falling on the table then. My words silenced Pietro but did not have the intended effect. I’d anticipated anger from him, some nasty words in return but instead all I saw across his face was remorse; it sickened me.

After dinner, Natasha had insisted on showing me around the rest of the compound as I’d been too tired earlier to have a full tour. “That was a little harsh earlier, Nads.”

I asked her what she meant, though I heard my previous words echo in my mind the moment she’d spoken.

“I’m not going to stand here and defend the twins; they made a stupid choice and a lot of people ended up getting hurt.” I was silent as she spoke. “You know what? You’re right, Nadia. It is their fault.”

My eyes widened as I looked over at her, stopping abruptly in my track. “Wh-what? That is not what I said.”

“They killed those people, what happened in Sokovia is their fault.”

I shook my head, unable to believe her words. She did not believe that. “Natasha, what are you talking about?”

“I’m with you, Nads, they should feel terrible, all that blood is on their hands.”

“No, it isn’t!” The way my voice sounded surprized me; I’d never spoken to Nat like that. “It’s not their fault, they were just doing what they thought was right, they were trying to protect those people.” My chest rose and fell rapidly.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Natasha’s lips. The moment it appeared I realized what she was doing, recognized it. A scowl took over my face immediately. “Well, that was surprisingly easy.” I rolled my eyes at her, crossing my arms over my chest. “I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d break you, it’s never been that easy before, you must really care about them.”

I huffed exasperatedly, turning sharply on my heel, and walking away from the smug redhead. “Fuck off, honestly.”

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summercreolefanfictioner · 2 years

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Headcanons about Sakamaki and Mukami hands please 🙏

touch by touch: sakamaki and mukami hands headcanons

tw: a bit nsfw

SHUU

-his hands are rough... but not as rough as what you'd imagine cause he carries this small tube of hand cream that he uses as his mini perfume

-however, you can feel his calluses due to playing the violin. well he doesn't play that much anymore but the calluses are still there to remind him of the child he was back then

-but boy what he does with his fingers will make you wild (I'll leave it up to your imagination 😉)

REIJI

-one might think Reiji's hands are soft bcos he always maintains cleanliness everywhere he goes

-nah his hands are dry like the Sahara desert cause of his frequent usage of alcohol c/o of the things he experiments

-would even try to compensate for these dry hands by using gloves while washing the dishes like those Asian moms (mommyreijiinthehouse)

-so yeah he's the typical rough hand that could touch your skin and make you melt as he chokes you into oblivion bcos he wants you to subject to him

AYATO

-hmm sometimes his hands are sweaty especially when he's nervous and that is really rare or maybe his hands are sweaty due to excitement or adrenaline rush cause our red boy's full of spunk

-he actually takes care of his hands tho, especially his nails bcos basketball players aren't allowed to have long nails

-would even go as far as to apply a clear shiny coat on them bcos he doesn't like seeing them chipped off

-even got Yui into doing this kind of thing bcos couple goals ✨

KANATO

-as someone who is a fan of fingers and such, this purple gremlin takes care of his hands

-after all, he knows how hands can have a significant impact on the way you touch and tease someone

-doesn't matter if his hand is composed of paper pale skin or bony fingers that look like they can easily bend and break as long as he manages to ghost you with his touch

-yeah like his touches and carrases are gentle but the way he skins you alive with his knife is harsh and painful

-also uses a hand cream with the same brand like Shuu's

LAITO

-HOARDER OF HAND CREAMS

-this guy has prob the most beautiful hands out of all bros like he really takes care of them

-yeah bcos this beautiful boy wants to do anything that would make him the center of attention

-diva

-his hands are not too bony nor muscular??? they're just the perfect fit

-well until he decides to do something terrible to you with them

SUBARU

-you know those hand descriptions that say "rough and muscular with veins protruding"?

-yep that's our bby car right here

-like his whole body, even his hands, should show any amount of rage he always keeps inside like the constipated man he is

-ofc there are a few bruises here and there

-as if they don't heal cause pureblood vampire genes

-guess how many people he has killed with them

RUKI

-papercuts, lots of them

-I wanna say something interesting like rough with a few bony fingers and veins popping up every time he cuts a vegetable

-but nah all this guy has are papercuts

KOU

-the same with Laito

-like btch he has an idol image to maintain so might as well take care of any part of his body so he could sell well

-talk abt exploitation jk

-he actually practiced giving himself manicures for years until he can finally flaunt them btchass fingernails 💅

-even got the signature Doja Cat nails bcos he found out some idols use them to pick their nose

-eventually removed them cause it only makes his nose bleed

YUMA

-BIG 👀

-like I swear when he spreads it out, it covers Azusa's whole face and his bros would reprimand him to be careful with them

-cause one tight grasp of his hands and he'll be sending someone to the hospital soon

-he accidentally broke one of his classmates bones by trying to pull them when they're about to get bumped by the crowd during cultural festival

AZUSA

-wounds everywhere

-I swear all of em are traced like constellations in the sky but this time constellations on his bony hands

-prob even named them after constellations too

-"Ruki what does this one look like?"

-"like Spica"

-"okay your name is Spica"

-but he will realize soon enough that it's futile to have wounds in his hands bcos it hinders movement

-so he went back to his bff Justin and added more friends there so he won't be lonely 🫂

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