#this is barely proofread i am barely alive not even talking about awake

[scoundrels-in-love]

Something that's neither word vomit nor fic for @frappeflamingo who inspired me with this post and for @cosmixseerart who also wanted essay (and arguably, made far better one in the tags).

Tri-gun Stampede Mashwood agenda prevails.

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To say all of them are restless sleepers would be an understatement. She can count the times all three of them slept through the night without waking from nightmares (memories) or merely because, on one hand. 

It is often Meryl that wakes up first, if merely by virtue of being temporarily squished by one of the men wrapped around her. One of the many dubious benefits of being ‘pocket sized’ as Wolfwood puts it - if she sleeps between them, they can hold her and each other at the same time. It’s not as if most beds are meant to hold three adults, either. 

Still, occasional ache in her bad shoulder through the day from where Vash or Nico crushed her into their chest is a small price to pay for the quiet, soft mornings like the one she’s coming to. (She’s paid so much more for no other reason than she dared to keep what she loved.)

It can’t be long past the sunrise and it’s been a peaceful week, so there’s no need to wake the men, hurrying to leave the tiny town in early hours before someone has thought too long just where they might’ve seen the blonde’s face before, or the silent telephone reaches far worse people. 

Maybe today, she and Vash will succeed in letting Wolfwood sleep in. Lately, it is as if the sleep debt of years has been catching up to him and he can cycle through several four-five hour blackouts and a few minutes of wakefulness between them. They must fool his sleep-addled senses to believe they’re still asleep, though, or he shakes it off and insists on getting the day started. Vash has her beat with twenty seven to fourteen, but she’s determined to catch up. 

Right now, the cause of their competition is snoring away into the crook of her neck, tickling her just so with his breath. In an attempt to escape the torture, but not wake Nico, she turns her head to the side and makes the tiniest wiggle toward Vash. He sighs softly, snuggling into her chest deeper, and she runs soothing fingers through his hair. It’s a victory of sorts, that they can touch him with intent now and he won’t wake up with a start. 

Yet another sign of domestication, as Wolfwood calls it derisively. 

Like the Punisher leaning against the wall tilted just so, as if almost reaching for the bedside table where her and Vash's guns are resting side by side.  He hasn't fussed over its placement being perfect and in arms reach upon waking in a while. 

Like her earring in Vash's ear that looks so good, swaying and glinting as he moves, laughs (genuinely), that it makes her want to bite. (And sometimes she does: tugs on the silver just so with her teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh underlaid with chest rumble that vibrates under her palm, unique to just him.) In the same way, Nico likes to run his thumb down the shell of her ear, brush over his own earring there. His, even though he bought it specifically for her to wear and he bears Vash’s from the day of piercing his ear. 

Like the way she says, thinks, we so often these days. Meryl's never been good at belonging. Not in her family or community, not even with crowds at University or the average, tired run of the mill news reporters at the agency. She's always been restless, wanting more or something different, as if to pacify the loneliness that has been chasing her, hiding in the sharp midday shadows. 

But here, in this moment, she is content and home in a way that has given genuine definition to it, not just a string of words she's known, but not felt. 

Meryl’s gaze lingers on the guns, a whisper of an ache trickling into her chest, like a string with glass beads slowly curling in pretty lines with more and more weight. She knows enough from Nicholas’ halted stories, from the confession that had clawed its way out of Vash one night, leaving him open and waiting for their damnation. She knows that all of them came at the cost of something severed, a connection broken beyond comprehension and the last vestiges of childhood blown away like smoke. She, too, had lost her last guidance the day that derringer came to her and often, she wonders what would Roberto think of the times she’s fired it. He’d scoff a little, take a sip and, in the end, say “not too bad for a rookie”, maybe.

Because that’s the thing, isn’t it? They’ve all paid the price and, in the end, decided not to pay it forward, best they can. Their individual tactics might fail at times, their work is not perfect and can’t be, with what they’re facing, but they’re damn well trying.

Three guns against the world. Three guns for the world.

Three guns of the Stampede, she thinks sleepily content. It wouldn’t be too bad a title for a book about them, one day.

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Crawl Home to Her

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean thinks back on the times he died but found his way home to kiss you

Warning: mentions of death and dying, drinking, talk of alcoholism, cursing, kissing, angst, Dean self hate, takes place in season 10 so spoilers.

A/N: This is inspired by Work Song by Hozier and written in Dean's POV with lyrics acting as Dean's thoughts, lyrics in italics. NOT PROOFREAD ALL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN

Dean's POV

I don't want to get out of bed. I couldn't have woken up more than three minutes ago, but I'm so tired. Though that's been a pretty consistent occurrence for most of my life. I'd have a hard time remembering the last time I woke up feeling rested, and to make it worse, these past few months- few years, have been grueling. Hell, in the past few months I inherited the Mark of Cain, died and came back as a demon; I don't know how much more I can take. I want this to be over, but it's not, it's never over. The Mark still on my arm is a reminder of that. I'm glad I have Y/N, I don't think I could go through all of this alone. She's still with me even after everything. She makes it all worth it.

Boys workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

As if she could hear me thinking about her she emerged through our bedroom door with a smile that always seems to melt away my worries and two mugs of coffee in hand. That explains why she wasn't lying next to me when I woke up. I release the breath I've been unconsciously holding since waking to find her not beside me. "Good morning my love" she says softly, handing me one of the mugs and sitting next to me on the bed. "Mornin' sweetheart". She cups my face and kisses me, soft and sweet. I kiss her back, with a wanting for something I don't deserve.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once front he cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be.

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

It's still hard believing that all this is real. I was supposed to be dead. I did die. Yet here I am, waking up another morning, another morning with her. I remember hearing her when I was fading from the stab wound. I heard her begging me to stay with her and it made me fight. Evidently I wasn't strong enough to win the initial struggle against death, but I made it out alive and came home to her. Despite how ugly the road back was.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

I think back to before we were together, back to when I came back after getting dragged to Hell. I wanted to shut everyone out, even her, and bury myself in a new grave of alcohol and guilt. Sam and Bobby had tried to get me to open up, tried to get me to talk about the literal Hell I had been through, Y/N never did. She somehow always knew when to push and when I needed to be left alone. So many nights I stayed awake, unable to sleep through the waves of guilt. Guilt over what I did in Hell, what I put Sam, Y/N and Bobby through, guilt for leaving them. My mind was so loud these nights, I drank until I blacked out. It was after one of these nights that I had woken up with a killer hangover in the bedroom that she usually slept in at Bobby's. Incomplete glimpses from the night before flashed through my head. Remembering how Y/N had found me in my drunken stupor and hauled me up from my seat at the kitchen table. How she managed to get me up the stairs and into bed by herself is beyond me, but I've learned over the years of knowing her, to not underestimate what she's capable of.

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

I had drug myself out of bed and wandered downstairs, unconsciously searching for her. I found her curled up asleep on the worn out sofa in the library. A new wave of guilt washed over me. I hadn't even pulled my head out of my ass long enough to ask her how she was, and now she had gone out of her way, given up her bed, so I could be comfortable. I didn't deserve her. That's why I kept my feelings for her to myself for so many years. I moved past her to the kitchen quietly, as to not wake her. I wanted to have a pot of coffee ready for her when she woke up, it was the least I could do. I was going to bring her a cup but she heard me moving around in the kitchen before the pot was even done brewing. "Hey" I saw her rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her hair disheveled. My heart swelled at how cute I thought she was when she was like this, though I would never tell her that. Not only because I thought it might ruin our friendship, but also because she would probably stab me for calling her cute. "Hey" she responded, voice still thick with sleep. "You want a cup of coffee? ", I asked as I poured a cup for her, already knowing what her answer would be. "Please", she said with a tired smile. That morning over coffee I had told her some of what I went through in Hell, that I had broken and tortured souls. She listened, without judgment, without fear and without asking questions I didn't feel like answering at the moment. The fact the she didn't push me made me comfortable to tell her everything.

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I live

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

And now almost 6 years later, I'm still doing the same thing. I put her through all that again. I made a stupid decision that got me dead but I made it back, only to try and shut her out. But now that we're together I know she's not going to let me do that and I'm too tired and I love her too much to fight her, even though everything in me is telling me to stay away from her. I don't know how she can even look at me let alone still be with me. I tried to kill her and Sam when I was a demon and there's more terrible things I did that she doesn't even know about, though I'm pretty sure she knows and isn't telling me. After her and Sam cured me, I tried to keep her at arms distance, tried to tell her the list of reasons why she shouldn't want me anymore. How could anyone forgive me after everything I did. But she took me into her arms and kept telling me it wasn't really me, that her and Sam still love me and all that matters is that she has me back.

My baby never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord dont forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

She spent all of last night kissing away my pain. I want to take away her pain too. I set my coffee on the nightstand and reach over to take her cup too, setting it beside mine. "What'cha doin'" she looked confused until I turned back, grabbing her and pulling her to lay with me. "Fixing it", I whispered, knowing it wasn't an answer that made sense, but I was going to kiss her until it fixed her broken heart. I moved to hover over her and just looked at her, holding her face in my hands. Even in the low light of the early morning, she's still breathtakingly gorgeous. She pulls me down to kiss her and I get the feeling she knows what I'm trying to do. I pour everything I'm feeling into kissing her, how sorry I am for leaving her, for all the heartache it caused her. I don't think I'll ever erase from my mind, the sound of her crying as I was dying. The memory has me blinking back tears. I turn to hide my face in her neck and trail kisses along her shoulder. Her arms wrap around my back and I can't help but melt into her, breathing in the scent of her perfume. The weight is off my shoulders for once, I can breathe easier, and nothing matters outside of us.

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and Hell were words to me

It's moments like these that make me fight so hard. Fight to be better, do better. Fight for her and fight to stay with her. I roll over onto my back, pulling her with me to lay her head on my chest. "I promise that no matter what happens I'll alway find a way back to you". It was a promise I was making to myself as much as it was to her, and I intended to keep it.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

[scribblesbyb]

Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!

Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. A/N: a bit late with this one because I was renovating my room last night and went waaay over schedule. Anyhoo~ prepare for some weird, cartoonish vibes with this one. WC: 1488

Prompt 5:You are swimming in a super large and deep lake. You’re a little winded so you try to float. Suddenly your entire body starts to cramp. You're quickly sinking to the bottom of the lake when an undertow sucks you straight down. You panic as you drown but then see a bright light and get sucked into an underwater city. Confused as you enter you…

“The first human has arrived, hurry!” 

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The awkward-sounding voices around you sound unfamiliar to your ears. As you lay there, half-dead, unable to move a single muscle never mind open your eyes, you try to recall the last thing that happened.

Memories of a swimming trip to Wyoming with your best friends spring to mind. You remember begging the guys to come join you for a quick afternoon dip in the lake but not one wanted to tag along, claiming jet lag got the best of them. 

Even more vividly, however, your mind recalls dying.

You were sure you had drowned—or at least was close to. An inexplicable cramp—inexplicable because when has your whole body ever cramped up like that?—paralyzed you as you lay there afloat. Before you knew it, an undertow was sucking you in before you could figure out a way to keep your head up. 

A quick flash of light blinded you as you sank. You thought that was it. That was the light indicating the end of one’s life. For a second, you hallucinated an image of some murky, polluted city, but it disappeared as fast as your brain conjured it. You were unconscious, presumed dead, for who knows how long.

Now though, your ears were alive and still picking up on alien voices talking nonsense around you.

“Prepare to confront your owner.”

“Does everyone remember their speech?”

“No funny business, Dom, you hear me?”

You try again to move your body or open your eyes, but the pressure on either is overwhelming. You feel clumsy, tiny hands touch your tanned bare skin, lifting you only to lay you back down on a cold slab. The change in temperature sends a shiver down your spine but you still don’t wake up. Next, you hear chains rattling before the cool steel is wrapped around your limbs. 

You begin to panic. Is this real? You think. Am I in hell? Have I actually died? You implore your muscles to move, to struggle against the chains. They don’t comply. 

“Bring Poly in here! It’s time.”

You hold your breath, your stomach twisting into knots. You’re convinced you're about to be punished, whipped, and God knows what else.

A strong, overwhelming minty scent—one that reminds you of your favorite deodorant back when you were alive—hits your nostrils. It effectively wakes up your body, breathing life back into your limbs. Slowly, your eyes open. With a blurry vision, you blink them a few times to focus on your surroundings.

What the–??

You’re greeted by an army of uncannily animated creatures. The image you had seen before you died was real, you conclude, that picture of an overly polluted city now stood at your feet; a hue of disgusting green and gray shades. Everything seemed tiny in comparison to your massive frame. The biggest building went no further than your knees. 

Is this hell? You ask yourself again. The stories don’t seem to do it any justice. You joke facetiously.

You’re trying to make sense of what’s happening when a voice too close to your ears makes you grimace.

“The human is awake, Your Highness! We’re ready!”

You feel something jump off your shoulder. You look to see an animated deodorant tube; your go-to deodorant tube nonetheless. You don’t know just how many of these you must’ve used in your lifetime. Something about seeing it made you feel safe…but only for a second. Its awfully realistic and reddish eyes, twisted body, and the fact that it had no cap made your stomach turn further.

“Then let us not dwell any longer.”

From the masses of animated garbage crowding around your feet, a tall glass bottle emerges. It brings up a memory of the first alcohol bottle you ever drank. A rich red wine you stole from your mother’s no-no cabinet to impress a girl. This alien creature reminded you much of that same bottle.

“Welcome, human.” Its mouth has no teeth. It moves similarly to a badly lip-synced video; like there’s a delay in your connection. This is crazy, you think, what is this place?

“You must wonder where you are,” the bottle with glaring black eyes states. “This is your landfill. A testament to your grotesque crimes on Earth.”

You shake your head. What? You go to speak, only to notice the paper face mask on your mouth, angrily boring its big blue eyes at yours. 

Face masks. Quarantine. 2020.

The words run through your mind. You look back at the glass bottle. It’s moved aside, gesturing with its nozzle at a clearing that splits the crowd of garbage in half.

Breath held in anticipation, you watch as an aluminum can hops its way to your feet.

“I am Soda.” It says, so matter-of-factly. For a second, you think it was rolling its eyes at you.

Instead, you just stare at it in disbelief. Your favorite brand of fizzy drink was so casually introducing itself to you. 

Sighing, the can click-pops itself open with jarred aluminum shards. “I’m here because you never bothered to recycle me.” It grips its pop-top in those weird aluminum hands it has and carries on angrily. “Well, unless there was someone around for you to show off to.” 

“Thank you, S,” The glass bottle nods its nozzle at the can and then calls on the next witness. “Bring in Dom.”

Out slithers a condom. Eyes widening in shock, you swear the condom was looking at you with a cheeky grin. 

“Hi, big guy!” It greets you, but you can only focus on how grossly sticky it looks. “Actually, no, I’ve been there so let me rephrase.” It flops around, and you assume it’s clearing its throat. “Hello, small fellow!”

“Dom.” The glass bottle seemed to threaten. “We agreed to behave.”

“In my nature, Your Highness.” It bops its latex-pointed head at the glass. “There’s nothing more to say than the usual speech I give to the likes of you. It gets boring, really.”

“Every. Time.” A sound in the back sighs.

“In his nature, he says?” Another voice piles on. “If any unbiodegradable material is to be cheeky, it would be me.”

I must be on something, you think. Maybe one of the boys gave me something at our party last night. Maybe that’s why my body cramped. Maybe that’s why I’m having this feverish coma dream.

Down the line hurdles a mass of more animated everyday items. You recognize them all. Crumpled paper you’ve thrown out without second thought. Torn clothes you’ve thrown away; too lazy to donate. Plastic—oh, God, too much plastic—plastic bags awkwardly floating through the water, plastic cans plopping their way to you, and plastic bottles nozzle-flipping down the garbage-infested road.

Beside you, your mother’s wine bottle exhales. “I can’t be the immortal one here and also have none of your respect.”

“Please,” The condom pshaws, “being immortal in a land of un-biodegradables is no big deal.”

“Dom. Behave.”

“Oh, what’s the point, Your Highness?” The deodorant tube that woke you up exclaims. “They forget all this the second they wake up anyway!”

 “See? Poly gets it.” Dom agrees then turns its snake-shaped head around. “Who else?”

Claps and cheers overwhelm you. You fist your hands against the chains, begging for release. If you’re dead, so be it. But let this not be the fate you’re going to spend eternity in.

“The coward!” Soda yells, its fizzy liquid bubbling out of its hole. “He wants to escape! Can’t handle facing the truth of his crimes!”

“I may just be a piece of plastic,” A plastic bag adorned with the logo of your go-to grocery store jumps in, “but I think I speak for everyone here when I say we should kill them instead of teaching them a lesson.”

“Hear, hear!”

Your fists struggle against the chains more. There was no logic behind trash, of all things, killing a human, but you didn’t want to stick around to find out. 

“If we can drown them, we can kill them!”  A pair of lace, worn-out shoes yells, excited.

They’ve been drowning us? You shake your head in disbelief. Did they make me cramp earlier?

That’s insane. How?

“Listen up, trash!” The glass bottle shouts. “I’ve been alive longer than most of you and was the first to arrive here. I don’t know how they do it in other landfills, but this one doesn’t condone murder!”

“No one’s gonna miss him, trust me.” The condom says, snarkily. “Let’s go, trash!”

Defenseless, years of abandoned, discarded, and unrecycled garbage pulls you down to their level. They swarm your body with their sticky, polluted parts, the sensation dreadful and invasive.

Ironically, your life chooses now to flash across your mind. But not to look back on the good memories or lifetime regrets. Instead, it's searching for the dangerous, toxic trash you've thrown out. That which will now kill you. 

[dawnover-dusk]

it’s only like, two years later lol. inspired by my intern boot camp! lemme know if there’s too much medical jargon so i know i can tone it down in the future lol  EM resident wonwoo x IM intern reader, bullet point, not proofread more seventeen medical au here!

- wonwoo is a 2nd year EM resident - but as a fresh-faced baby intern, you mistake him for an attending - it’s not your fault really -- his aura and quiet stoicism despite the packed ED suggested years of experience - so when you are on nights and a patient that you are admitting starts crashing, you don’t even question it when he comes running over and ordering you to get fluids - after the patient’s vitals stabilize, your adrenaline is still pumping as you shakily say “thank you dr. jeon” - he contemplates you over his wire-framed glasses and nods, “oh it’s just wonwoo”

- and as you gush over wonwoo to your (barely awake) senior resident jeonghan, he begins to grin - you know you’ve only been working at the hospital for a month, but it’s long enough to know that jeonghan is scheming - so when jeonghan calls you over the next night to get sign-out for a new admission, you’re a lil sus - but you don’t have time to react when jeonghan runs out of the room cackling and you hear wonwoo’s voice over the speaker say “hey yn” - and you curse at how your heart jumps over his deep voice and you don’t know if you should thank jeonghan or kill him - when you go to see that patient, wonwoo can’t help but look over at you from time to time from where he is seated at his workstation - not that he purposely chose that seat because he could see that patient or anything because he’s definitely not interested ... and not that jeonghan texted him the entire night about you LOL - and he can see your eyes crinkle over your mask as you talk softly to the elderly woman - and how you pat her hand and she grasps yours for reassurance - and how you run over to the supply storage to grab a hot pack for her before you go back upstairs - just like how you were in awe of how calm he was during an emergency, he’s awed by how considerate you are - so he doesn’t even really mind when you walk into the medicine lounge for more keurig coffee and jeonghan ditches him in the most conspicuous way possible - “oh hi wonwoo!” you greet him brightly, setting down the steaming paper cup on the table as you plop down on the couch across from him - and now he is graced with your full smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he tentatively smiles back and gives a small wave - “thanks again for helping me out last night! you looked super cool and i hope that i can be like you,” you start, before realizing that that you just blurted that out without thinking - you could feel your face start to flush and if you weren’t avoiding eye contact, you would’ve seen that wonwoo’s hand had reflexively come up to cover his grin - “don’t worry about it, i know med school and the real world are totally different but you’ll get the hang of it. i’ve seen you with patients though and they can’t teach that amount of empathy, so you’re already miles ahead” - your eyes widen and even though you’ve been trying so hard to fake like everything’s been okay - intern year sucks - “thank you, wonwoo,” you whisper, but words cannot convey how much his recognition means to you - throughout the rest of the rotation, you meet up with wonwoo to have bad coffee and over time, you don’t even use jeonghan as an excuse anymore - whenever wonwoo is off, he texts to check in on you - wonwoo knows how scary it is to be alone as an intern on nights, and as much as he loves jeonghan, he knows that he’s less than…hands on - but you always try to change the subject from work because you believe that when you’re off from the hospital, you should be off - so you talk about video games and literature and spoken word poetry - and to his surprise, wonwoo ends up telling you that he sometimes writes lyrics for this music group that he was part of back in med school (he has never told anyone else this!!!!) - so you ask him to go to a show with you the next time you’re free and he’s like “sure” but internally he’s like “IS THIS…A DATE???”

- “wonwoo’s finally going to have a s/o!” jeonghan all but shouts to his co-residents jihoon and joshua in the morning - it’s been a month on nights and you’re back on the day team - you had gone to intern morning report while the rest of your team...gossips? - “it’s too early for this,” jihoon grumbles while joshua slides his chair closer to jeonghan - “i am the best senior that an intern can have and no one can tell me otherwise,” he continued while joshua just chuckled - “last i heard, you let the intern handle septic shock and you didn’t even leave the call room,” jihoon rebutted. - “uhh..hi?” you question as you enter the room and see joshua zoom back over to his desk and jihoon whip around and pretend to finish his email - jeonghan clears his throat to fill the silence but as he is the king of luck, your pager goes off and you exit that room as quickly as you had entered, shouting something about a code in the ED - jihoon: “so…are you gonna help or” - jeonghan: “nah it’s cool” - in the ED, you run over to the crowd that had formed around this patient and you see wonwoo at the head of the bed who nods at you - “yn, this patient came in with nausea and vomiting but her blood pressure has dropped and her mental status has changed. we think she’s having a heart attack” - you grab the EKG and your eyes widen as you tell the nurse to ready a defibrillator - “there’s nothing that we don’t already know on the EKG, we have to get her to cardiology,” wonwoo argues but you point out this one beat that is abnormal - “she’s going to get worse, wonwoo” you reply and before wonwoo can say anything, the patient’s heart rate skyrockets - “ready for defib,” wonwoo says. “charge to 200, and clear!” - the patient’s rhythm returns to normal and after her vitals are stabilized and she’s transported to cardiology, you see wonwoo slip out - “hey,” you call, and you see him stop in a less busy hallway, his eyes trained on the floor and his face pale. “let’s go somewhere else,” you grab the crook of his arm and lead him to the benches in front of the vending machines - you grab a cup of warm tea and sit down next to the silent man, noticing that his hands are shaking as he runs one through black disheveled hair - “…i’m sorry,” he starts as you gently bump your knee against his - “hey, she’s alive, she’s going to be fine,” you say, folding his shaking hands around the cup and wrapping your hands around his - even though this was foreign to wonwoo, it was…comforting. your thumb brushing across his knuckles, your breath falling in sync with his… - you were comforting - “you know what they always tell us in school, that medicine is a team sport? i’ll always have your back,” you laugh, and you see the corners of his mouth start to rise - “are we still on for our date?” he asks, although so lowly that you almost miss what he’s saying before a wide grin breaks out onto your face - “honestly it’s the highlight of my day off,” you reply

- skip forward in time and you’re almost at the end of your intern year - you pretty much live at wonwoo’s now, using the excuse that he lives closer to the hospital despite jeonghan saying you’re in LOVE - and now instead of jeonghan trying to play wingman, he’s complaining about how much wonwoo won’t shut up about you - when your schedules don’t match up, you prep food for him when he’s working and vice versa - on days off you switch off having lazy days in with going to the movies or hanging out with friends - you meet his med school music group and you’re surprised to see jihoon there (he glares at you whenever you try to bring it up during work though) - tells you the CHEESIEST jokes and wordplay and every chuckle he can get out of you is a victory that he rides the entire week - you’re each other’s go-to person for the most random thoughts, from “why does rheumatology take weeks when all they give are steroids” to “what are the ethical obligations for us as physicians to like…zombies tho…” - his affection for you in the hospital is in the form of coffee and trying not to admit complex patients to whatever medicine team you’re on (jeonghan will point out this favoritism CONSTANTLY) - appreciates that you initiate the skinship at home because sometimes he gets too nervous - one day you’re leaning on him as he plays video games, your laptop open on your lap and you should be doing work but you can’t help but absentmindedly stare as he plays - and you take in his furrowed brow and his glasses and the way he adjusts his headset - it hits you -- you love this man - and you’re so zoned out that you don’t notice that he’s paused his game and is looking at you quizzically - all you can do is pull him down and kiss him and only the need for air causes you to pull back - “so…should i play games more often?” he jokes and you sigh, the arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as he giggles - “i love you,” you whisper into his neck as one of his hands smooth over your hair - “i would hope so, it would be awkward since you’ve practically moved in and all” - “wonwoo!” - and all you can see is his nose wrinkling in laughter before he kisses you again

[multmilk]

summary: just tae as a college student and plant mom on the side. also slow burn & sexy times :)

genre: smut & fluff !!

warnings: um dirty talk? bit of curse words? smut lol 

au/prompt: college!au, bestfriendtolovers!au

word count: 2818

not proofread, sorry!! wrote this in one seating hehehehe 

 i think Taehyung would be the kind of guy who’d wanna purse arts and/or fashion but he’d go for something a little more prAcTIcaL

introducing, Kim Taehyung of Daegu, 24, major in business

 he’d want his own business someday, just not quite sure what it’d be

 anyways, even being a sophomore at college, he’d have girls and boys feigning over him because he’s just famous for a lot things

 one of which is his looks

 another being the cute barista at your local café

and the one who sings at bars every weekend

he’s just very popular and everyone adored him

but he isn’t the f boy type of popular, though many people did want to sleep with him, he just politely declines them

not saying he doesn’t get action though noPE he’d have sex occasionally when his schedule allows him to

fast forward to monday, a day where college students doze off and attend class 6 hours late 

Taehyung was always punctual and early but today’s an exception

he fell asleep doing equations and maths on his table and well his classes start at 9 am but he woke up around noon

 Taehyung doesn’t even bother to change clothes nor brush his teeth, he just zoops out of his apartment and rushes toward campus

 he’s still sleep deprived from all the work load and late night shifts but his adrenaline’s too much that he reaches the campus in 10 minutes when it usually takes him a good 20 minutes

he just keeps on running and just as he was about to approach the door to 34A (where mr. jung teaches philosophy,, his minor) the door completely smacks him in the face

 he clutches his nose that was hit and was about to curse the person who accidentally hit him but when he sees who hit him

 his brain just goes @/$;2($:&sk;L3

 LIKE WOW???

hair blowing in the wind, light focusing on her figure, flowy dress lightly being blown by the wind and worry etched into her features

 “oh my gosh, i’m so so sorry !!” even her voice sounds like an angel

Taehyung says “it’s fine” then acts all cool and stuff and she smiles at him

AND WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO ASK FOR HER NAME SHE JUST WOOSHES AND he’s left there looking at her disappearing figure

aaaand that’s where you come in thought that the angel-like girl was you? haH

you see taehyung still clutching his nose and staring off to space so you smack his back and he yelps in pain

“Y/N!!!!”

“TAEHYUNG !!!” you mimick but then you quickly apologize seeing that he was in a bad mood

you fix his hair and ask what happened

you two walk to the cafeteria as he tells you everything that happened

including the oh-so-beautiful girl that accidentally hit his face

“i wanna date her. she’s made my heart race so much. that’s very rare,”

you look at him like ????? like bro you’ve just met her and you’re IN L OV E

 what about me? you think. i’ve been with you all these years and you never even consider looking at me like that.

but you don’t say that. of course you don’t. that’s just too selfish.

so you hype him up and tell him you’d ask around for the girl’s name and Taehyung hopefully finds her to get her number

fast forward and you and Taehyung goes home. you two have no work today, just some lectures to catch up to

you set up the microwave to heat the fried chicken you bought home and Taehyung attend to his plants 

yes he is a plant mom™️ like he sings and hums classical tunes while he waters the plants and letting out little praises and encouragements 

he’s just overall a proud mom of his plants tbh

anyways you and Taehyung work on your school stuff until you felt your body growing tired and found yourself laying down on his lap

the view like this is ✨majestic✨his hair was loose and he had a headband to keep the bangs off of his face

his jaw was locked in concentration as he tries to make the numbers MAKE SENSE

 not to mention how your face is just millimeters away from his crotch akskakd

but you’re wholesome so you ignore the pool of arousal that’s in between your legs

“let’s go to sleep Taeee,” you whine but he pays you no mind

so you opt for straddling his lap so that he’d pay attention to you and it worked

“leave me alone please? you could sleep and i’ll wake you up later,” then he smiles at you

gaaaah his smile just aldksofkeoyn he’s soooo friggin’ warm and cuddly and when he smiles he just takes your heart then and there

but you stay perched on his lap and opt to nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck and mumble about sleeping there

he just chuckles and shifts a little bit to feel more comfortable

that night, Taehyung holds you dearly while he finishes his work. if you were awake, you’d probably see the slightest hint of adoration in his eyes whenever he’d stop working and look at you.

of course he loved you, way more than platonic. about half the population falls in love with their best friend anyways right?

but he wasn’t going to confess. he knew you deserve someone better

see, Taehyung, he sees himself as this messy and too emotionally damaged to even fucking function. much less start a relationship with you.

sure you were damaged like him, maybe even more, but he just can’t risk of hurting you and breaking you into pieces. you’ve already lost so much, he doesn’t want to add to that. so he opts for kissing you on the lips, just lightly. light enough so that it doesn’t stir you awake or anything of the like. he lays you down in his bed and bids you goodnight.

you and him started being friends back in the first year of college, you were both 4th year college students now. anyways, you used to visit the coffee shop he works at almost everyday. he’s seen you stress over your finals, seen you hang out with your friends there, also seen you cry when you boyfriend left you. 

you’ve always ordered something simple, choosing a black coffee instead of something creamy and milky.

until one day you decide to say, “surprise me,” to Taehyung and he just stares at you confused. then you tell him to give you something different, something he’d recommend to you.

alas Taehyung’s mocha latte was born !1!1!

 it was something simple and common as well but it held special meaning to him.

And so you started ordering his mocha latte while you stayed and studied at the coffee shop, eventually forming a friendship with Taehyung.

Anyway back to the present times

come Friday night and you were surprised to find out that Taehyung was going out on a date.

with Seo Soojin

the girl who hit him accidentally on the face

you were surprised with a lot things. first, knowing Taehyung was going out on a date. he wasn’t the type to date and settle down. I mean, of course he’d eventually settle down with a girl but not now. not while he’s in college.

Second, Soojin was actually pretty. In a goddess level, she might just be your girl crush lololol

And lastly, you thought that you had a chance with your gorgeous best friend. You knew he pecked you on the lips while he thought you were sleeping. You were sleeping at one point but you woke up when he lifted you up to place you on the bed. It took all of your willpower to not kiss him back but you were afraid of ruining things, despite the obvious actions he’s made.

But after days of convincing from your other friends, you decided to ask him out.

Yes, girls ask boys out now. it’s the twenty-fucking-first century after all

BUT THE UNIVERSE HAD OTHER PLANS

NOOO fate had to watch your best friend dress up in a nice tux and slick his hair back as he waited for Soojin to text him her address. You had to act all supportive while deep down you knew that him going out with Soojin was hurting you a lot more than you liked.

Now Taehyung,,,,,, he was more than surprised to feel his heart flutter at the appearance of Soojin. She really is pretty but he couldn’t help but think that you would look a lot better.

Their date surprisingly went well but he hoped that he just spent the night with you instead.

He came home to you watering his plants for him and he felt his heart flutter at the sight.

There you were, wearing his grey hoodie and god knows what else underneath

You had your earphones on while you tended to his cacti and various other plants 

If he were a murderer you’d be dead, no doubt bout that

So, he hugs you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder

You ask him about his date, ignoring the pang in your heart when he talks about how good it was

Instead of breaking your heart over the details in their date, you focus on his warm voice that almost made you sleepy tbh

Taehyung didn’t know why he narrated their date with so much enthusiasm. Maybe he wanted to get out a reaction out of you

But you stayed calm and interested with what he was saying, not showing any signs of jealousy or hurt

He goes to take a shower and he was expecting to have a movie night with you but surprised to see that you’ve gone to bed and so he does to 

You two don’t sleep well that night

SATURDAAAAAAY and Saturdays mean parties

Meaning, Taehyung and you getting shit faced and the two of you could barely make it back to your apartment alive

But it was no doubt your favorite part of the week

You got dressed up wearing something seductive yet still conservative on the side paired with the comfiest pair of heels you have

When Taehyung saw you all dolled up, he was like :000 DAYUMMMM

But he felt a little overprotective when he thinks about the people who’ll look at your body and all that so he gives you his jacket

Though you tell him it’s too hot and that you could handle yourself if ever something happens

You’re already in the party and Taehyung swears to himself that he’ll keep an eye on you and that if something bad ever happens to you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself 

He sees you out of your comfort zone, dancing around people and gathering attention from lots of people

You’re happy with the attention so you keep on partying

Taehyung was about to go to the bathroom, thinking that you’d be fine since you were just dancing, but then he sees a man talk to you

The man was fucking tall, very smug, very untrustworthy

His lips were too close on your ear and you seem very very uncomfortable

So Taehyung rushes to your side, grips your waist and says,

“Back off. She’s mine.” WITH THAT LOW AND SEXY VOICE OF HIS ASKJJDSK IM LOSING IT

But the guy had the aUDACITY to ignore Taehyung and continues “so, will you spend the night with me sweetcheeks?”

TAEHYUNG GROWLS AT PUSHES THE GUY WITH SO MUCH FORCE

You had to grip his arm and ask him to stop and not make a scene with the smallest voice you have

And just as you two were about to leave, the guy shouts “lucky you, you’ve got a fine piece of ass right there,” and that’s all it takes for Taehyung to throw his fist at the guy

Everyone stopped dancing and focused on the scene unravelling in front of them

Pulling Taehyung back you tell him “that’s enough,” and drag him out of the house

The whole walk home was quiet and the tension was thick

“It’s because of that damn outfit,” he says once you’ve entered your shared apartment

You scoff and bend down to take you heels off and say “It’s not my fault men can’t control their dicks,”

Taehyung looks at you with this animalistic glint in his eye and stalks toward you

“You should’ve been more careful, babygirl,”

His lips attack your neck

You couldn’t move because you were shocked and aroused all at the same time

He sucks at the sweet spot on your neck and it just turned you into a moaning mess

You tug his hair, moan his name 

“Jump,” he commands and so you do

He kisses your lip and you kiss him back with more force

Tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clashing, little spills of moans and grunts here and there

“When I saw you in that article you call clothes,” he chuckles “all I could think about was ripping it off of you right there and then,” he kisses your collarbones

“It isn’t the first time too. All the nights you spend snuggled up to me wearing my shirt with no bra on and I could feel your breasts pushed up against me,” he unzips your clothing and lets it fall to floor

·“God fucking dammit Taehyung. Fuck me already,” you say and he looks up at you

A smirk on his lips and eyebrows raised in challenge

He grips your hip and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to your bedroom

You were slightly expecting him to be just a tad bit gentle but clearly he was in a bad mood so he throws you into the bed and removes both of your clothes quickly

 “Suck,” he tells you and moans when your lips wrap around his digit

He brings his fingers to pump his cock a bit and pushes into your cunt without warning 

The force got you screeching and clawing at his back

“Fuck, harder,” you mewl and he obliges

He fucks you at an animalistic speed and his eyes bore into yours as he thrusts deeper into you 

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax and Taehyung’s thumb rubs your clit until you were coming

And he’s coming to and as much as you want him to finish inside of you, you knew that that wasn’t safe so he pulls out and cums on your tummy

He helps you scoot over and lays beside you

“I’m in love with you and this is probably the worst timing ever but I just want to say that I loved you for a long time and even if you don’t like me back, I’ll keep on loving you and-“ he rambles

But you cut him off with a sweet and slow kiss

“I’m in love with you too, Tae. Have been for a long time,” and you look at him 

The moonlight from the window doing wonders to his face

His lips turn into a small smile and kisses you again

And again

And again

“Do you know why I made you a mocha latte on that day?” he quietly speaks as he tangles your bodies together

“Ooooh that’s a question I’ve been dying to ask for a long time. Tell me. tell me,” you pipe

He breathes before saying, “you know how you alternate ordering an americano on bad and normal days and plain milk on warm and good days?” You nod 

“Well, a mocha latte is a combination of both with just with added chocolate flavouring and sugar,”

“That’s how you made me feel,” he says and you look at him with question marks in your eyes

He laughs, “Before you, my life was just plain and dull. Kind of like an americano,”

“But then you started visiting the café shop more and everyday it brought me a whole new feeling,”

“Every time you’re sitting at alone, whether it be studying or just reading, it made me feel a lot of things. happiness, curiousity, the whole butterflies in my stomach thing,”

“So think of the sugar and chocolate to be my growing feelings for you and yeah,” he laughs again and this time you laugh with him 

“I love you, even though you’re so damn cheesy!”

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you,” and you both smile and hold each other

“I think I’m going to have a coffee shop as my business once I graduate,” he says and you nod

And you two live life happy and healthy 😊) (safe to say the universe’s on your side now)

 SO SORRY IF THAT WAS TOOOOO LONG AND NGL I FEEL BAD FOR SOOJIN AND THIS SEEMS SO RUSHED AKJDS ANW HOPE Y’ALL LIKED IT :>

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Hostage - Part Two

Part One

summary: jake peralta x readersummary: You’re in a hostage situation at a bank. As soon as he hears the news, Jake is worried. Will you make it out alive to tell him your heroic John McClain moment?

a/n: full disclosure that I did not proofread this. as always, don’t forget to leave a like or a comment :)

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All you could think about was how much your stomach hurt. The room was starting to spin, and your head felt heavy. You knew had lost a lot of blood, and you could barely keep pressure on the gunshot wound.

You looked over at the middle-aged woman sitting next to you. You felt your eyes languidly close, but you forced them open. You winced in pain as you scooted closer to the woman.

“I…I need you to hold pressure on the wound.” You gently grabbed her hand and placed it on your stomach. She nodded and applied pressure as you let out a pained cry.

“There is a very real chance that I am going to pass out soon.” You lifted your head up to meet her gaze as you felt a bead of sweat fall down your forehead. You were getting cold, and from your work in the field, you knew that it wasn’t a good sign. “My fiancé is a police officer. He’s probably outside right now.” You gave a faint smile as you thought about Jake.

The woman offered her other hand for you to hold, and you shakily took it. “After this is over, I need you to find him – Jake, Jake Peralta.” You gave a shuddering sigh. “Tell him I love him, please.”

You watched the woman shed a tear. You gave a slight smile. “hey, don’t cry. You’ll make it out of this okay. And that’s your son, right?”

You looked over at the young boy who had tried to run away earlier – now sitting by his dad. A few more tears flowed down the woman’s face as she nodded. “His name is James.”

You winced as you adjusted the way you were sitting.

“James.”

Kids. Kids was something you never knew you wanted until Jake had brought it up. The second Jake told you he wanted a mini version of you running around, you had protested. After you talked about it a little more, you had started picturing a baby boy with Jake’s smile and had fallen in love.

You gave the woman’s hand a little squeeze. “Well… you and James are going to be just fine.”

She nodded hurriedly and whispered, “You’re going to be fine too.” She gave your hand a little squeeze. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N,” you stated weakly.

“I need you to stay awake for me, Y/N. C’mon you said you have a fiancé? Tell me about him,” she pleaded.

You dreamily looked toward the door, where Jake was no doubt standing outside and pacing.

“He’s amazing. He is a total goofball, but I love him so much.” You took a pained breath. It was getting harder to breath. “He always makes me laugh. He… He’s so caring. He would do anything for me.”

You began coughing and felt a warm liquid leave your mouth. You gently touched your mouth and looked at the red blood that coated your fingers. You gently shut your eyes. This was not good.

The robber assigned to watch the hostages saw you and yelled to the others, “Hey! This one you shot isn’t looking to good. How much longer?”

The man who shot you came back out to take a look at you and kicked you roughly with his boot. You let out a loud sob. “He’s right. We need to get out of here before she dies.”

They grabbed their duffel bags full of money. The one who shot you fired his gun into the air a couple of times and gave a celebratory yell. “Let’s go boys!” All the robbers hurriedly evacuated the room.

The second they left, the hostages ran toward the door. The woman who was helping you stayed beside you to apply pressure to your stomach.

“Okay Y/N. We’re almost out of here. Stay with me for a little while longer.”

You tried your hardest, but you were so cold. You thought back to the child you imagined having with Jake. You saw his sweet little curls bounce as he ran across the playground to you and Jake. His laughter reminded you so much of Jake’s that you couldn’t help but smile dreamily. With the image of your sweet boy in your head, you fell asleep.

…..

Seconds after you fell unconscious, the police breached the door. Jake was on the front line, and immediately spotted your bloody body from across the room.

The woman sitting beside you had tears running down her face, “we need a doctor!”

Jake rushed over to you and took your face in his hands. “Y/N? Y/N? Please answer me.”

You remained unconscious. The lady sitting beside you looked at Jake. “Are you Jake Peralta?”

Jake nodded as he looked back towards the door to see the paramedics burst through the door.

“Yes, why?”

“She said to tell you that she loves you.”

Jake felt all the air leave his lungs. You wouldn’t have told that lady to look for him if you thought you would make it through. Jake looked at you being loaded onto the stretcher as the paramedics were applying pressure to your wound and hooking you up to oxygen.

The woman tugged on Jake’s arm. “When she wakes up, tell her thank you. She saved my son’s life.” Jake let out a silent sob as he brought his hand to his mouth. Of course you were being heroic.

He hurriedly ran after the paramedics. “I’m her fiancé. I’m going to ride with her.”

The paramedic closet to Jake nodded. On the way to the hospital, Jake called Holt and filled him in on your situation.

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, you were immediately rushed to surgery. Jake was forced to stay in the waiting room. One by one, every member of the squad showed up. You were like family to everyone.

Jake took notice of everyone in the room, while he was pacing the floor and biting his fingernails. Amy was crying. Gina was staring off into the distance with her phone facedown in her lap. Rosa was whittling a stick into a knife shape very aggressively. Holt and Terry looked like they were having a very tough discussion. Charles was watching him pace.

As Terry sat down, Holt walked up to Jake. “You need to sit down and breathe. We have to hope that she will be okay.”

“She got shot for a little kid, Captain. You know we just talked about having kids ourselves, and now that may never happen.” Jake paused and looked at Holt. “She may not make it through this Holt.” He took a deep breath and resumed pacing, “I can’t lose her.”

Holt nodded and sat back down to try to comfort Amy.

After an hour more of waiting, the doctor came out covered in blood. Jake rushed over and looked at him expectantly, “is she okay?”

The doctor wiped his forehead with a rag. “It was touch and go for a while, but she’s a tough one. She’s in ICU right now, and we’ll know more if she makes it through the night. She can have one visitor.”

The team let out a collective sigh. Holt came and patted Jake on the back. “That is good news. She made it out of surgery. Now go see our girl.”

Jake gave a nod and followed the doctor through the doors.

As he walked into your room, he gave a sharp gasp as he saw your tied up to multiple tubes. Jake moved the chair from the corner to sit by your side. He gently took your hand in his.

“The doctor said on the way to see you that you could probably hear me, so I should try talking to you.” He took a deep breath. “Y/N, you are everything to me. When I heard about the hostage situation, I was so worried. I know you love helping others, but god. Did you really have to get shot?”

Jake kissed your hand.

“The lady told me what you did for her son. You are so much more heroic than you give yourself credit for. Don’t tell Holt, but I’m a little jealous you got your John McClain moment. But that doesn’t matter. I’m rambling now.”

He gave a small smile as he looked at you. Jake gently moved a strand of hair out of your face.

“You need to make it through the night, okay? For me. It may sound selfish, but you’re the love of my life. I want the life with you. I want the kids. I want the trips to the amusement parks. I want the movie nights on the couch where we watch reruns of Die Hard. I want to marry you, Y/N.”

Although you couldn’t move, you could still hear Jake. You wanted more than anything to be able to kiss him and tell him you were okay. You would tomorrow, but right now, you were tired. You drifted back off to sleep to the sound of Jake’s voice.

….

The next time you woke up, you tried your hardest to open your eyes. You struggled through the pain and were able to open them the slightest bit. The sight of seeing Jake sleeping beside your bed with his ruffled hair was worth it. Your mouth twitched upwards slightly.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the effort that it took to open them. After a few minutes of resting, you focused on squeezing Jake’s hand. You felt your hand barely twitch, but it was enough to wake Jake up.

He looked amazed at your hand. “Y/N? Did you just twitch your hand?”

You tried to open your eyes again. After a minute of painful focusing, your eyes fluttered open. You looked at Jake and furrowed your eyebrows in pain.

“Hey. Hey. You’ve got plenty of time to heal. Don’t hurt yourself.”

You relaxed your face and closed your eyes again. You weren’t going to be able to stay awake for long, but you had to let Jake know that you were okay.

He continued to talk to you, even though your eyes were closed, “You know we were so worried about you. The whole squad is still in the waiting room. We didn’t think you were going to make it.” You heard Jake take a deep breath. “I’m so glad you’re awake. Oh god, I have to go tell a doctor! You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

Jake gave your forehead a small kiss before practically running out of the room to get the doctor.

Jake stopped in the doorway. “I love you Y/N.”

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