#...and he did not go to the hospital...please dont this at home if you drink paint definitely go see a doctor lolol

[xinyuehui]

Oops...🙊

Under the Skin 2 · 2024

[gaysindistress]

No one asked for this butttt here's a little fake dating drabble I wrote for @bucks-and-noble's Valentrope fest.

Part two

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“I hate you.”

“It’ll pass.”

“No I actually hate you.”

Bucky sighs as he slumps into the hard chair he keeps saying he’s going to get rid of. A glass of whiskey dangles from his hand that is draped over the chair’s arm.

“You don’t hate me, doll. I don’t think you even have it in you to hate me or anyone for that matter.”

From my spot curled up in the chair opposite of him, I glower at him. I’m trying to get him to agree to the half baked plan I came up with trying to sleep last night but he’s not budging. All I need him to do is pretend to be my boyfriend for a wedding this weekend. I already have the backstory for us figured out and I even came up with a few ways for us to break up. All he needs to do is sit pretty, remember our story, and pretend to be in love with me.

“Don’t ‘doll’ me, Barnes. I could not hate you more than I do right now.” I try to sound serious but it’s like a toddler trying to say hospital; it doesn’t sound right no matter how many times I try.

He takes a sip of his drink, eyeing me as the nasty liquid slips past his lips and down his throat. I’ve never understood how he can drink something that tastes so awful and burns going down.

“What about Sam? I can pay him to do it.”

Groaning, I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

“No Bucky. It has to be you. Sam’s great but I-kind-of-already-told-everyone-about-you.” The last part is incredibly rushed and I really hope that he didn’t hear it.

My hopes are crushed though. He coughs and chocks on his whiskey.

“I’m sorry. You did what now?” He rasps out in a scratchy voice.

“Dont make me say it again.”

I hear him get up and softly approach me. His shoes make almost no sound as he walks across the Persian rug he let me pick out last year. He told me his office needed updating and handed me his black card. Obviously I had to buy everything that I wanted so that when he wanted to update again, I could take it all home.

Bucky crouches in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. My head lolls forward and I stare down at him with puppy dog eyes. It’s not going to work but it’s worth a shot.

“No, no doll put those away.” He whispers to me with a light squeeze to my knees, “now tell me what you did again.”

“I already told everyone about you.”

“And who is everyone?”

“Buckyyyy,” I whine and try to pull my legs away but he holds them in place. “Please don’t be mean right now.”

He chuckles at my manipulation. Shaking his head, he stands up and leans over me, placing a hand on either side of my chair. His cologne is faint after his long day but I can still smell hints of its vanilla and tobacco notes.

“If you want me to play your boyfriend then you’ll have to toughen up. I can’t have my girl,” he murmurs as he brushes those plump lips against my cheekbone, “crying the second I tell her no.”

My heart stutters when he starts to trail light kisses from my cheek to the corner of my lips. Like a true tease, he skips over to the other corner and then kisses the tip of my nose.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Are you going to come with me?” I shoot back.

Bucky smirks against my lips. “Of course I am, doll.”

[bebebelll]

does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 2)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret daugther!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher & wolff!reader warning: mention of slutshaming note: part one here, part three here, part four here

ynquads never drinking or letting 20+ men into my 2-bedroom place ever again. also yes danny slept on the floor but brought great wine.

liked by susie_wolff, danielricciardo, mercedesamgf1 and 1 834 273 others

maxverstappen1 who threw up in the hallway? because someone threw up on seven pairs of shoes

alex_albon lando. i saw him drunk dancing out there too landonorris OKAY

username ARE YOU NOT EVEN GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TOTO WOLFF THING

username they are absolutely fucking username the fuck are your sources bro?

georgerussell63 i would like to apologize for the vase that i broke

logansargeant i will add the sorry for chipping the countertop lewishamilton i took the dog toys for roscoe and i'm not sorry fernandoalo_official i didnt do anything but i would like the recipe for the soup

danielricciardo why would you post just that pic?? i found you sleeping on the kitchen floor in the morning you were not doing any better

ynquads lando stole the sofa, alex slept in the armchair, charles and max were passed out in the tub AND pierre, carlos and yuki were in the bed. i did not have other options at 5 am danielricciardo you shouldve come next to me. we could have cuddled ynquads baby i am literally in your arms right now danielricciardo and i want you with me all the time

username if austin has the whole grid + like four of the old guys get passed out drunk in one small apartment, i cannot wait to see what las vegas does to these men

danielricciardo love you and also am so scared of your dad. we won't need his permission to marry someday right?

tagged: ynquads

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username i love the dichotomy of the pajama pics and the hot evening wear

ynquads get you a man who can do both

landonorris like how you're both ignoring sky news and twitter burning down with the rumours

ynquads so...you know how the world of motorsports is super small? you grow up with half the formula 1 grid and idolise the other half. sometimes you grow up being mortal enemies and you both get into f1. sometimes you win the title because your teammate dies. sometimes a 27-years-old toto wolff hooks up with michael schumacher's sister katarina. anyway! Lass uns diese Woche zum Essen gehen, Papa! Viel Glück für Onkel Lewis und George! (let's go out to dinner this week, dad! best of luck to uncle lewis and george!)

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susie_wolff your dad appreciates the first photo a lot! he didn't love the third though

mercedesamgf1 we'll always have a spot and cup of coffee just for you! no need to go to red bull, come home to us ❤️💪(also admin has known this since 2017 and could barely keep their mouth shut so thank you now i can comment)

ynquads mercedes admin really is gods strongest soldier danielricciardo please dont let mercedes just steal you. i need my good luck love charm and kisses ynquads dont worry dan we can romeo & juliet the shit out the red bull v mercedes feud susie_wolff your dad says NO and also do you want to eat salmon on tuesday?

username I FUCKING KNEW IT I CALLED IT I AM THE CONSPIRARY THEORY MASTER I AM GOD

redbullracing sweetheart you don't need to agree to anything. we have red bulls and cake in the hospitality 😅 please stay with us

ynquads what kind of daughter do you think i am? redbullracing we have daniel ynquads you know max and daniel have always been my favourites i could never leave red bull

username yn is 50% schumacher + 50% wolff and daniel 8 wins. imagine the kids they'll get

maxverstappen1 the kid's godfather is also going to have 3 championships danielricciardo 👍

@eternalharry

[flowerfreya]

Dr. Dad

part 1

This picks up where we left off from part 1. I am still learning how to link post and such so cut me some slack please lol

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley / Reader

The reader is a 5th year resident that just had a baby with Simon who is an Attending. The reader does not want anyone to know that they are together until she makes fellow at the hospital.

He lets out a little smirk. His face turns serious for a moment. 

“My love know you don't have to come back to work so soon”

You sigh you knew that was coming. He’s been saying this since you told him that you were going back to work last week after you placed Bella into her bassinet. He was silent for a while just standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 

Looking at you. 

Assessing you. 

Trying to think of something to say to convince you not to do. 

 You had a relatively easy birth, having the birth of the baby at the hospital closest to your home and not the one you work at. It's not that you don't want anyone to know about you and Simon but , the relationship started when you were on his surgical rotation which is not allowed. You did let HR know about the relationship after you were off his rotation and the start date of your relationship officially is when you started your oncology rotation, which you really needed support for anyway.

When you fell pregnant you told Simon almost immediately. It was not an ideal time , you were a fifth year resident with little to no time on your hands , drowning in student loan debt, and you're barely making 60k a year. Simon on the other hand is an attending physician with over 6 years of experience in the field and 3 years working at the hospital. He was happy and together you let the medical director know about the relationship and pregnancy and those are the only people you told. 

When you started to show , there was a lot of rumors surrounding you.

It has to be one of the other residents , its the xrays tech baby , she always gets her patient pushed to the front 

You did nothing to dispel the talk, much to Simon’s disagreement.

“Let me say something”, he says one night after a 16 hour day. 

“You can say something , just don't say that your mine” you say 

You have an issue with being hyper independent, you realize that in fact a little to much. You love Simon but you let him know that you will be a working mom , you will be keeping your last name, and no one will know that you are dating Simon until you make Fellow , which is why you need to get back to work. 

Your mother was a godsend and also retired so when you called and let her know you were going back to work she didn’t try to convince you not to do it she just ask,“how can I help.”

 A knock on the door brings you back to the present. 

You sigh and proceed to unlatch the breast pump and hand them to Simon. He has a mini fridge and you dont trust these other residents to not fuck with your milk. 

Another this time harder and longer 

“One Second” you say brightly. While Simon glares at the door while towards it to unlock it. 

One of the 3rd year residents walks in and looks a little a pale. Lets you know that Graves is looking for you.

"Does he seem upset", You don't really care if he is but you would like to prepare how preppy you should act towards him. You firmly believe in killing people with kindness especially when it has to do with Graves who probably drinks Interns tears for breakfast , lunch and dinner.

"Is he bother you?", Simon ask. To anyone else it sounds like a normal question one of concern from a colleague. But you know he's worried he ask the question like it pains him from going to find Graves and tell him to lay off. No one likes Graves but he technically isn't doing anything wrong , he has the right to kick anyone out of his OR, to make interns scribe all his charts , and terrorize his residents until they rather to scut work then be in presence.

"Nothing that I can't handle" , you smile at him and then look to the resident that was sent to retrieve you.

"I'm right behind you", the resident turns and just about runs out the room.

You hand the milk to Simon and place a quick kiss on his lips, he makes an almost groaning sound and drags you back for another kiss , a deeper kiss with his hand tighting around your hips. You pull away with a little giggle, "I miss you too" you say , your eyes lowering that makes it known exactly what you miss.

You straighten your clothes back up , make sure that you don't look at tired as you seem and head out to another 4 hours of running around like you are fresh intern right from medical school and not a tired mom that just wants to sleep on the couch holding your baby.

[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

[marisol-000]

Incorrect Home Quotes

Home series by @mable-stitchpunk

Mike : I have an idea!

Fritz : I have the hospital on

speed dial

Mari : You could have gotten yourself killed!! what do you have to say for yourself?!?

Mike: So, I know I'm bleeding out of my stomach, and I know this might be a bad time, but I think I'm in love with you

Silver Wolf: You're too late

PirateDORKS! You'll never stop

me now!

Mari : That's where youre wrong!

We'll stop you using the powers

of - !

Minireenas : Friendship!

Charlie : Harmony!

Foxy: Incredible violence

Mari : and Love!

Gabe : Dear Diary, 1987, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count

Charlie : Hey, do you have a bag I can borrow?

Micheal : The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they're specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence.

Charlie : ...Literally all you had to do was say no.

Jeremy : Would you please not 'Mike Schmidt' this into a situation worse than it already is?

Mike : Hang on, did you just use my name as a verb?

Mari : What just happened??

Natalie : A stranger just lured Mike away with a candy bar

Charlie : You use sarcasm to distance people

Baby : And yet you're still here

Carlton : Permission to give a fuck?

Mike : Permission denied

Carlton : Thank god

Foxy : *puts salt in coffee* * gives it to mari*

Mari : *drinks it*

Foxy : ...didnt the coffee taste weird?

Mari : Yes but I didnt want to hurt your feelings so I drank all of it

Carlton : *sneezes*

Ennard, crawling through the vents* : Bless you

Carlton : GOD?!?!?

Ennard : Oh fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Baby : JUST SAY 'FUCK'

Charlie : *gets down on one knee*

Baby : Oh my god it's finally happening!

Charlie : *ties shoes*

Baby : You finally got feet!

[At the shooting range]

Clay : You've never used a gun before have you?

Scott, throwing guns at the target : I'm out of guns I need another one

Scott : I want to be a father one day, its a shame I dont have any kids

Mike : Dear Diary, today my father disowned me

Mari : I want to be a father one day, its a shame I dont have any kids

Chrissy : Dear Diary, today my father disowned me

Jeremy's sister : Hows that "gay" phase going for you two?

Gabe : Better than your marrige

Fritz : Hello?

Mike : It's Mike

Fritz : What did he do this time?

Mike : No, its me! Mike!

Fritz: ... what did you do this time?

Mike : Am I going too far?

Fritz : No no no, you went too far 7 hours ago; now you're going to jail

Mari : Oh My God are you okay?!? That went straight through your stomach!!!!

Mike : please...i need...my phone...

Mike : *opens groupchat*

Mike : LMAOOOO YALL GUESS WHAT -

Ennard : Here you go Scotty! A nice hot cup of tea!

Scott : Its cold

Ennard : Nice cup of tea!

Scott : Its... not great...

Ennard : Cup of tea!

Scott : Im not even sure this is tea...

Ennard : Cup.

Mari : can you two get us a table?

Mike & Foxy : Sure

[Moments later]

Mike & Foxy, sprinting from the resturaunt, carrying a table : START THE CAR

[quodekash]

TIS WAY TOO LATE, THUS TIS TIME FOR HAPPY GAY HAPPINESS

im half asleep rn cos i just woke up (im trying a new thing where i go to sleep and have an alarm for 11:30 so that i can watch the episodes but still hopefully get enough-ish sleep) so its possible that this will be very very incoherent (more so than usual, that is)

it astounds me that they have summary flashback thingies at the starts of the second episodes of os2. like "hey remember this? remember literally yesterday? just in case you forgot, here's a reminder that wouldnt help whatsoever if you actually did forget what happened. youre welcome."

"can i please get a plane" "you deserve A ROCKET" PLEASE I LOVE THEM

brb, sobbing again.

(so theres this thing that happens sometimes where i press command+z while doing one of these posts and then it deletes everything until the first image. and it happened tonight. and i was nearly finished the episode, so now im gonna try and go all the way back and recite the stuff i said, so bear with me while i try to remember whatever nonsense i said. a lot will be missing tho because i quoted a lot of stuff rather than taking screenshots, so yeah. imma try my best tho)

"Papa!" "YES?" "YES?" THE WAY THEY BOTH RESPOND AT THE SAME TIME GJRBDGJBR THEY ARE DADS

THE WAY TALAY GETS UP SO FAST TO COME TO JIGSAW WHEN HE CALLS FOR THEM GRHEBDGHB

THE FREAKING DRAWING ON EACH OTHERS FACES

THE BONDING WITH THE CHILD

THE HAPPINESS

GJKERBDGB

JIGSAW AND HIS FOUR DADS

gotta love a nivea sponsorship

FLASHBACKS???

WHY

MY HEART IS TOO WEAK FOR THIS

WAIT

NO

AAAAA

HES WIPING OFF THE DUST IN HIS HEART

IM NOT OKAY

"oh, but i dont think i can wash that redness off your face now" please theyre so freaking sweet what the hell

THE RAISING OF THE CHILD MONTAGE

THE PLAYING WITH THE STUFFED TOYS

THE DRINKING OF THE DRINK FROM THE FRIDGE

THE HIDE AND SEEK???

THE HIGH FIVE???

WHY DOES A HIGH FIVE AFFECT ME SO DEEPLY

HE'S SUCH A DAD

THEYRE SUCH DADS

IM NOT OKAY

DADS

I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH

THE PLAYING IN THE POOL????

HIS FOUR DADSSSSS IM SOBBING

HELL YEAH HE POOPED

NO WAIT NOT THE FOREHEAD KISS

THE FOREHEAD KISS IS THE DEATH OF ME

WHY DOES IT AFFECT ME SO DEEPLY

im genuinely not okay. i might need to just. go into a corner and scream. please.

PUEN FELL ASLEEP

I THINK I MIGHT NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL IF THERE'S MUCH MORE OF THIS, MY POOR FRAGILE HEART

THE ZOO???? yeah someone call an ambulance, i might die

OISHI???? HELL YESSSS

i desire oishi tea probably more than i should. my quest to find it continues unsolved. but fear not, for i shall look inside every aisan grocer i can to see if i can find it somewhere (please im desperate)

THIS IS SO SWEET

THE TEA?

AND THE ANIMALS??

AND THE WHOLESOMENESS????

AND THE WAY THEY TAKE PHOTOS OF HIM???

AND HIS SWEET LITTLE SMILE

YOU CANT TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO ADOPT THIS CHILD

I KNOW I DO

AND I HATE CHILDREN

but this child is one of the VERY FEW exceptions

you idiots you lost the child

DADS

THEY ARE DADS

THEY MEAN A LOT TO ME

honestly, fair enough

HES SUCH A CONCERNED DAD

THEY ARE CONCERNED PARENTS

GRJDKGBRKJ

I CANT TAKE IT

THEYRE SUCH DADS

I LOVE THEM

AAAAA

"let's go poopoo" that sounds like a great idea

DADS

HELLO DADS

ILY

"i think we should end this plan" che??

"im scared my sister will scold me for doing this to her kid" CHE????

so. they stole tup's nephew. to repair their friends' relationship.

nice

"Uncle Two" BRO GJERBDGHB

BRO THIS KID IS SUCH A GOOD ACTOR WHAT THE HELL?

such a good lier too

i cant wait til hes all grown up and, *sniff* committing felonies, all on his own

(a single tear makes its way down my face)

so proud

"ill bring you a doll every day" well that explains it

"but i feel guilty about doing this to talay" yeah, that makes sense, considering the whole... everything.

OH

TWO

NOT-AOU'S HIS NAME IS TWO

TWO AND TUP

NOT UP AND AOU

HUZZAH NAMES

"i want to go home already" WAIT NO WHY, YOU WERE HAVING FUN WITH THEM

unless hes just THAT good of an actor, which is possible

OMG

AUSTRALIAN REP

THATS ME

ITS US

the like. 12 australians that watch gmmtv thai bl dramas.

bUT YEAH, ITS US, HUZZAH

tis me, australian. it feels nice to be represented

OMG A KIWI

THAT'S NEW ZEALAND

THATS AMAZING

NZ NEVER GETS REP THATS AMAZING

HAVE A GREAT DAY NEIGHBOURS

ah shoot not good

jigsaw did a silly thing

bro, talay, chill

yeah he's just ruined some important stuff, but he's a kid. hes still figuring out that other people around him have feelings that are important and stuff, he's going to do silly things sometimes. but threatening to beat him?? chill bro. physically reprimanding someone, especially a child, wont help. also thats child abuse.

"raising a kid is not easy at all." yeah, well that goes without saying. its sweat and tears and a lot of hard work. and the little gross slimy gremlins dont have a conscience yet and theyre impulsive and horrible. but that's the joy of it. this human being developing before you, and youre helping them with that, with finding who they are. the effort you put into raising a kid, because you care about them, and the results you get from that effort? that's your reward. raising a child is painful, and its difficult, and there's gonna be lots of lows. but it's beautiful and wonderful and magical, and as long as you show lots of love and care, itll be infinitely rewarding

(whatever original thing i wrote about that before accidentally deleting everything was way better but i cant remember what i said so we'll all just have to deal with that)

WAIT WHEN DID I BECOME AN INSPIRATIONAL SPEAKER ABOUT WHY KIDS DONT SUCK

I HATE KIDS

WHAT AM I DOING

UH

DISTRACTION! LOOK OVER THERE

phew okay

BRO YOU LOST THE CHILD AGAIN?

BRO YOU TOOK HIM TO A CHILDREN'S HOME???

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LIE TO YOUR FRIENDS, GUYS

well, not really. but the message still stands. lying bad.

i think

is lying bad?

let's not delve into the depths of morality and questions of life rn, i need to go to bed

honestly not even surprised anymore, the kid is magic.

PFFFT THE WAY PUEN JOINS TALAY ON THE MORAL HIGH GROUND TO TELL THE OTHERS LYING IS BAD

HSDHSHDHSHS AND THEN TALAY TELLS HIM OFF AND PUEN JUST QUIETLY GOES BACK TO SITTING ON THE BENCH WITH TUP AND TWO

i love them so much

LMAO HE OVERHEARD THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION

THIS IS BRILLIANT

wait seriously, jigsaw is such a good actor

this is some genuine raw talent

one day he'll be working with the likes of Sound Saran

he's so freaking talented

this kid is incredible

omg talay bought a giant giraffe for jigsaw and now two has to carry it home

question: do tup and two live together? (please let the answer be yes)

another question: how the hell did jigsaw get into the car without being noticed. he was between talay and puen. how did puen not see him. i genuinely need to know, DID he teleport???

and an observation: puen's still in his pyjamas.

so that's pretty interesting

(huzzah weve made it through everything i previously said! my memory actually held up really well which was a big surprise but i guess im just incredible like that. anyway, on with the episode)

JIGSAW HAS AN EMOTIONAL CONNECTION WITH THEM AND NOW HE CAN COME VISIT THEM WHENEVER

i was worried that when it was revealed, jigsaw would feel really weird about coming back and puentalay would feel weird as well and then they would barely ever see jigsaw again but im glad that didnt happen, im very happy, this is very happy

i do appreciate that the angstiest thing to happen in this was You Are Not The Father and that was it

i like it when angst is silly

when its so fluffy im crying super hard throughout the whole thing

i like fluff

OH MY GOODNESS, JIGSAW'S TINY WAVE??? GHREDGB

THE OH-AW NOISES KEEP HAPPENING WHY MUST THEY KEEP HAPPENING

i think puentalay should kiss. they havent rly done that yet.

also side note: where the hell are aou and fuse, i need them in my life

give them a special ep or something, they deserve it

"even though there's only a little pink, jigsaw completed his drawing with other colours, just like our story." NOOOOOO IM DYING CRYING VOMITING DESTROYING WORLDS WHAT THE HELL /pos

"we might focus less on our love one day, but i'll still understand you, care for you, and want the best for you." HHHHHHHHHHH

HELP

THE LEANING THE HEAD ON THE SHOULDER GHFGHBFHGFB

"i actually wasnt done with my surprise plan yet" CHE????

was he gonna propose

i hope so but also i hope not because marriage is a stupid christian thing that is way too popular and silly and is nothing but a "you can have sex now, horray". either that or it's just a legal contract for the two families to be bonded/allies. i mean yeah, marriage is for love. but have you considered: capitalism. and like, its possible to be super close to someone WITHOUT getting married to them, marriage isnt important for a deep connection to someone. i mean if you wanna get married, go ahead. and if it is a proposal, ill be insanely happy. but also marriage is silly and i could talk about it for ages but my brain isnt providing me the right words to get my point across right now, probably because its nearly 2am and i need to go to sleep, so ill shut up about marriage now

OHHH ITS THE FREAKING HOURGLASS

FJGBHFBDGHFBGHFGBGHDB

"i will take us back to where we were" literally or just like imagination. because if youre literally going back... um. how.

OMG HE HAS A GUITAR???

ARE THEY GONNA END EVERY EPISODE LIKE THIS??

IF SO, IM TOTALY DOWN AND PROBABLY GONNA CRY

this is so pretty

he has such a pretty voice

NO NOT THE FLASHBACKS WHAT THE HELL WHY MUST THEY DO THIS TO ME

THE FREAKING SHIRT

"thats not me" "i told you. where there's puen, there's talay" BRO

yes. please do.

WAIT

WHAT THE HELL

HE ACTUALLY REMEMBERS THAT???

WASNT HE DRUNK

I DIDNT KNOW HE EVER REMEMBERED THAT HAPPENING

HOLY HELL

I THINK I MIGHT JUST EXPLODE RN PLEASE

YAYYYYY KISSEEEE

THE FOREHEAD TOUCHES THE FOREHEAD TOUCHES THE FOREHEAD TOUCHES

HERE COME THE TEARS

FOREHEAD TOUCHING IS THE MOST INTIMATE THING AND YOU CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, I WILL GLADLY DIE ON THIS HILL

AND PUENTALAY'S FOREHEAD TOUCHES ARE INFINITELY INCREDIBLE I LOVE THEM

AND ITS SUCH A PROLONGED FOREHEAD TOUCH

IM SOBBING AS QUIETLY AS I POSSIBLY CAN

FOREHEAD TOUCHES

okay. msp trailer time. prepare yourselves emotionally, physically, mentally, as much as you possibly can in any way at all

have triple zero on hold just in case, i might be about to die

deep breaths, deep breaths

im so scared

okay okay i can do this

no i cant

yes i can

i cant

i have to

JUST DO IT BRO

okay

i have my three favourite stuffed toys. time to die.

I KEEP PRESSING PLAY AND PAUSING IT IMMEDIATELY

WHY CANT I DO THIS

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

deeeeeeep breaths

deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breaths

AAAAFGHJREBSDGJHBRSHJGBVJERHBSDGHJVRBESJHDGBN

OMG SOUNDWIN

DID I WELL UP AT THE SIGHT OF SOUNDWIN? MAYBE

REVERSE TIWPOR

HOW DO YOU FREAK OUT QUIETLY

THIS FREAKING FINGER

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP

GUIERHSDGIUHERDOGIHEROIDGHE09RIPDHGV09EIRHDGOIV

IM NOT OKAY

"time and reality are more than just straight lines, but a multiverse of endless possibilities. everything we choose may brance out into unrestricted truths and turn into a parallel universe, different from the one we know." im desperately hoping that this means there's gonna be season 2 of msp

that was a wonderful episode and now im gonna be waiting in anticipation for soundwin for the next five days because i am ✨mentally ill✨ but first i need to sleep

BYE BYEEEE

[mayullla]

I am so glad you went with the platonic route in the end! It's so much more refreshing imo. Anyway, BRAINROT TIME!!! So, Reader seems to get bullied a lot. Since she also seems to be a quiet child and used to being alone, I can see her not telling her brothers even when it starts to escalate to not trouble them (a lil self-projection here). She sometimes comes home in bandaids with cuts and bruises but she would claim she just played a little rougher today with her new friends. (1/2)

This is just so adorable, dear!!!

Dont be sorry, send them whenever you like I love reading them~

As for your story, I could definitely see that happening in the 13 stepbrother au! Reader's brothers would be absolutely pissed when they hear about this. One way or another (-or multiple as they would like to personally punch the family of the kids that made you suffer, even if it is not physical) they would make it so the families of the kids who pushed you would have a difficult life, most of them do have connections and money to do so~

Hmmm, I could see a few of the brothers thinking that just moving you to another school would be enough not homeschooled. Diluc would probably dislike the idea of you homeschooling as he worries that you would hide in your shell even more if you do. But in the end Diluc asked you if you really wanted to stay at home and be homeschooled (somewhere private where the other brothers can't barge into your conversation. Diluc didn't want others to somehow bring in their "two-cent" and somehow give you pressure to follow them.)

So when you finally told him that you wanted to be homeschooled, Diluc didn't push it anymore and let you do as you want.

After the incident, your brothers would probably be on edge always staying by your side when they could ask if you need something or want something, or if they could help with something or someone to talk to anything! Chongyun, Bennett and Itto would probably be in a corner acting like sad puppies but to them, they failed to protect you. Most of your brothers would also probably feel betrayed, like do you not trust them? Why did you not tell them?? They want answers but when they ask they saw you flinch looking down, guilty that they stopped. They wanted answers... but they just don't want to overwhelm you more than you already were.

It was Zhongli who had to call your father to tell him the news that you were in the hospital. Your father was worried sure, he does love you but Ayato's could hear the touch of hesitation that your father had in his voice when Zhongli asked if he was coming back from his overseas work to see you. The old man made some excuses but Childe didn't hear them as he grabbed Zhongli's phone yelled something that he doesn't remember from the rush of anger and ended the call. He tossed the phone back to his older brother and left the room to see you again in the next room acting as you couldn't hear him yelling when you looked at him cautiously, ignoring you when you asked him who he was talking to, sorry it is not like he wanted to do this to you but that time he just can't function properly too much were going through his mind that... just holding your hand would calm him. Just give him a moment please....

When you were finally able to go back home, the boys still fuss over you. Thoma would prepare homemade sweets whenever he had time to make something and you would probably be the first one who always gets the first bite. But they didn't expect was when they heard a knocking sound late at night, Albedo didn't expect to see you holding your pink bunny rabbit as you told him that you had a nightmare and want to stay with someone, too scared to be alone. The next person was Xiao who let you in after huffing, yet he kept you close that night you were free from all the monsters that plagued your dreams. Kaeya was also sweet in the weirdest way as when you knocked on his door he opened it, grabbed you and carried you to the kitchen first to make you drink a glass of warm milk, you ended up sleeping on his shoulder when you and him were going back to his room.

Venti didn't go to many parties during the first few months staying by your side as he teaches you the homework that was given to you by your homeschool teacher. The two of you would also play games or craft something in your spare time. Kazuha would stay closer to you, usually, you guys would only talk in the garden but now he would approach you when you were alone and slowly start a conversation.

Klee was your only friend and when you finally went back to school after a year or two, not only you but everyone was nervous but you came back home much to everybody's relief with a big smile on your face.

[prodbyblush]

Helloooo Can I make a request for HiGH&LOW???

I dont know if you write for Rocky (if no, you can choose Jesse or someone else). If yes, can I get Rocky losing his another sister due to illness? Angst with no comfort :D (Platonic please)

Have a nice day!!! Thank youuuu

one more time - rocky mutsugi

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

warning(s): younger sis!reader is diagnosed with an illness (pneumonia), angst, angst, angst. sorry if i don't accurately write the illness, i still did my best learning about it.

wc: 1140 * - older brother

→ fem!reader

He should have known but he shrugged off the early symptoms as nothing more than fleeting pain. One that would just go away if you would just go home and take a well deserved sleep. He didn't know how many times he's said

"Drink your medicines then vitamins after you've finished eating. I'll let you sleep afterwards." to you. But when it dawned into him that what you are feeling and going through has been continuously going on for three days straight, he knew he needed to take you to the hospital.

"But that would just cost us money, aniki*." You replied to him after steadying your breath brought about by the sudden shortness. His sweet baby sister, the only living family member he has left. He didn't cared if his bastard of a father is still alive and gambling his life away, he can do whatever he pleases for all he cares.

What matters now is you, you and only you.

"Money is not a problem to me, Y/N." Rocky presses, looking at you as he removes his dark tinted shades, folding them neatly before pocketing inside the coat of his pants. "What is a problem to me is you not getting the proper treatment you should be getting."

You gave him a smile before motioning your hand down, as if telling him 'oh please'. "Really, aniki." You responded to him, giving him an assuring smile despite struggling with shortness of breath again.

"I'll be fine." you tell him.

He didn't know how many times he's heard you say that line already and he knew he shouldn't believe you, but he did. And then he went on about his nightly activities - protecting women and regulating things inside Club Heaven. What he didn't know is that you were already on the severe phase of lobar pneumonia, one they call the gray hepatization. Silent yet deadly, fibrous tissues and secretions increase as red blood cells are being destroyed.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

"Rocky has requested to take the entire day off." Koo announces first thing in the morning as the members of White Rascals gather into their office behind the stage.

"Entire day off?!" Kizzy outbursts, looking at Koo with wide eyes. "What's he going to do?"

Koo takes a deep breath before looking at each and everyone of them. "He wishes to spend the entire day with his younger sister as per her request."

"It's unusual for you to call and ask me to spend a full day with you." Rocky begins to say, sitting on the couch of your living room. "Anything you have in mind that you want to do?"

"Oh, I have a lot!" You responded to him with enthusiasm, heavily breathing after speaking. "First, let's go to the amusement park that mom used to take us when we were in middle school! And then second, let's take a walk around the area of our old school! And then..."

Upon hearing the first two suggestions, Rocky could already feel himself getting tired. This is going to be a long day, but nevertheless, he'll do everything you please. Because you are his little sister.

. . . . . . . . . . ♡

"Can we stop and rest here?" You ask, gently pulling onto his wrist to sit on the wooden bench provided under the shade of an oak tree, showcasing a great view of the city once seated.

"Are you really sure you're okay?" Rocky asks out of pure concern, noticing how cold your hands are and seeing a bluish tinge on your nail beds. "You're breathing heavily again-"

"I'm just really happy that I got to do those things again with you, aniki!" You beamed to him, a bright smile on your face that you immediately got tired of doing. "Were only kids for a while, so revisiting old memories and how we used to do them are a lot of fun and fonder to recall." You reply, resting your head on top of his shoulder.

"Hey, aniki" You begin to say, eyes trained forward despite Rocky tilting his head down to look at you. "I used to hate our home situation. I really hated the world for making us live with a devil but now...the world seems...quite nice, even if it's just the two of us."

Hearing your words made him stifle a small sound of laughter. "What made you say so?" He asks you.

"You're the only family member I have left. You still continue to look out for me even though I'm an adult already. You even scare my suitors." You say, chuckling softly.

"What kind of brother would I be if I just let you date a guy that doesn't look decent in my eyes?" He asks, scoffing in an amused way. "Our mother and older sister are always looking after us."

"....You are right." you reply to him quietly, gulping as your heartbeat quickens. "Our mother and older sister are always looking after us..." you repeat after him."

Casting his head down to look at you again, he gently taps your forehead. "You're doing it again. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, aniki." He's heard you say. "I feel safe with you."

The cold autumn breeze has a way of moving his hair, tousling it back while carrying an earthly fragrance. It felt like a mother's kiss to her child.

"Your head's getting heavy on my shoulder, Y/N." Rocky responded.

When he didn't hear a reply coming from you, he already knew what that meant.

"When we were children, our mother used to tell me to look after you, because it was through me that you'd learn about the world. I didn't know what she was saying at that time, but I definitely do now." Rocky says, gulping down and batting his eyelashes to refrain his tears from cascading down on his face.

"The guys liked your home cooking. Some of them would come up to me and say they missed the warmth of your food and then would ask me when would you be free. I too, enjoyed your warm meals. Because it reminds me so much of how our mother would use to cook for us." He adds, tears finally falling down from the corners of his eyes.

"Everyone loves you, Y/N. They are also there for you too. I'm included there too. Don't ever forget that your aniki loves you and is always there for you, you got it?" He asks, knowing fully well he'll never hear your voice again.

"So for now...just rest like you always do, Y/N. We've done everything wonderful for today. And tomorrow, in the morning, I'll make you your favorite breakfast. Sounds like a good deal, right?" He asks, smiling sadly and then sniffling as more tears continue to pour out of his eyes.

"I love you, my little sister. Goodnight."

[hugs4jkk]

Bts reactions to you fainting :)

Warnings / contains : Fainting,throwing up(hobis reaction),eating disorder(namjoons reaction),over working yourself, alcohol consumption.

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Seokjin :

All month you had been studying for your next biggest test. You always worked hard in school, getting good grades is all that really mattered to you. Finally, the day of the big test came around, you had barely any sleep as you were so nervous. Jin dropped you off at college and you walked in,worrying about how you were going to do on the test.

After you sat the test you walked out of the building and headed towards the gates to leave. Jin was waiting there to congratulate you on doing the test. You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. All of a sudden, your vision went somewhat blurry and your neck started to sweat like crazy..even though you were cold. "How did it go?" Jin asked, wanting to know about your day. You couldnt hear anything he said. There was a loud ringing in your ears and your shoulders felt heavy. "Yn?" He exclaimed, "you okay???..YN!" You fell to the floor, your knees scraping along the concrete as jin caught you. Your body was weak. Jin placed you on a bench, calling your name. It took a few minutes for you to wake up. "Yn!?" Jin shouted when he realized you were awake, "are you okay??? What happened?" "Im fine..just a bit tired.." you lazily replied. You tried to stand up, using jins arms as support but you collapsed again. Jin called an ambulance and waited patiently for it to come.

The ambulance arrived and you were rushed to hospital. You woke up after a few hours only to see an iv in your arm. "Where am i..?" You asked jin. "You fainted, yn." Jin explained trying not to worry "you kept overworking yourself and your body couldnt take it." "But i want to go home!" You complained, "im okay i promise." "Fine. We'll wait for the iv to run out in an hour or 2 then we can go home."

Yoongi :

You walked into the dance studio where yoongi was practicing, "hi yoongi!~" , you said happily. "Oh, hi y/n" yoongi replied as he paused the music and smiled softly. "Can i come practice with you?" You asked. He nodded and ran over to you, "so why do you wanna practice with me?" "Oh, im just bored aha" you responded. You walked over to him and took your shoes, throwing them across the room.

You both practiced for a while.. dancing to all of bts' title tracks just for a "basic" workout. You finished after about 2 hours. "Im so- im so..tired" you said, panting and out of breath due to the extreme workout which yoongi described as some "light exercise". "You okay, yn?" Yoongi said, walking up to you. A loud ringing occurred in your ears, nothing yoongi said made sense to you it all sounded like a foreign language. Your legs started to shake and you grabbed onto yoongi to balance yourself. "Yn?..whats wrong?" Yoongi asked, confused. Your delicate figure collapsed into yoongis arms. "YN? Are you okay!?" Yoongi asked, while catching you. Your eyes were shut tight but you could sort of hear yoongi shouting your name. He lay you down, folding up a hoodie for you to use as a pillow. He shook you, "yn please wake up..are you okay?" You slowly started to gain consciousness, your head was pounding. "W-what happened?" You asked weakly, trying to lift yourself up off the floor to talk to yoongi. "You fainted, yn.. is everything okay?" He told you, hugging you softly. "Everythings fine" you said, almost falling again. "Stay here" he said, "let me get you a drink." You waited patiently, lying back down again. He came back into the room, holding a snack and a drink of water. "here have these," he said while handing you the glass and pack of cookies. You ate the cookies, still shaking a little. "Feeling any better?" Yoongi asked. "Mhm" you mumbled. "Okay..good. tell me when you feel bad next time okay, we can stop whenever you want. Dont overwork yourself" he stated, worried about you. "Okay baby," you said and kissed his lips, lovingly.

Namjoon :

You had struggled with an ed for about 3 months now, you wouldn't even THINK of telling joon about your problems. Everyday you ate little to no calories, aside from days where you HAD to eat because you and namjoon went to a restaurant for lunch or dinner. Namjoon started catching onto your bad eating habits. He often made you a snack when you were working but now he gave you a snack atleast twice a day,knowing you would eat it because you didnt want to dissapoint him.

One day, namjoon was out of town as he had some work to do in a different city. This meant you didnt have to eat anything which made you.. weirdly happy. Although you were a little sad about him going away. You had no energy all day, it took you 40 minutes to get out of bed even though you woke up at 2pm. You were slightly worried about your health but thought nothing of it and dragged yourself to the kitchen to make a coffee. You walked back to your bed and sipped your coffee, after you took a generous sip you placed it on your bedside table which was stacked with fruit bowls and cups from other drinks that you didnt have the motivation to clean up. It was now 3pm and namjoon had sent you 12 texts and 4 missed calls. You decided to call him back as you felt bad for worrying him. He answered, "yn, why werent you answering my texts!???" "Sorry, joon im just..so- so tired" you replied sleepily. "Ahhh, yn you need to eat more!! You need to sleep earlier too and stop living off coffee and fruit, its not good for you.." he said, looking out for you. "I know, i know" you said while rubbing your eye, "when are you coming home? I miss you baby" "5pm babe, i miss you too aha." He huskily breathed into the phone. "Alright im gonna go have a nap im sleepy" you yawned, "love you baby" "love you too babe, take care of yourself please." He replied.

Almost 2 hours had passed by now,it was 4:45 pm and you had just woken up again, you were still exhausted though. You thought nothing of it and heard the door unlocking. You got out of bed quicky and tried to make it seem like youd been awake for longer than 2 minutes. Namjoon opened the door, "yn~ im home!" You stood up and everything suddenly went a bit blurry and there was a quiet but present ringing in your ears. "H-hi nam- namjoon" you stuttered as you walked up to him trying to balance yourself. "You okay, yn?" He asked as he grabbed your arm. "Im f-fine.." you replied. "Yn you need to sit down.." namjoon instructed you, "YN?" You fell into his arms. He caught you, just in time before you hit the harsh ground. Your body was weak, namjoon didnt realize how much you werent eating. "Yn wake up,please" he said while carrying you to the living room. He placed an ice pack on your head and elevated your legs using his bag. You slowly started to wake up, groaning slightly as your eyes opened to see namjoon looking over you. "What happened?" You asked while sitting up. "You fainted babe." Namjoon said, taking the ice pack off your head. You let out a small sigh and lay down again. "You have to eat something babe, what youre doing isnt good for you at all." Namjoon said as he got up to go to the kitchen to get you something to eat. He opened the fridge and made you some lunch. He walked back into the living room, "eat this,baby" he said, handing you the plate. You started to cry a little as you picked up 1 half of the sandwich. "Its okay baby just take it slow" namjoon comforted you. You took a bite out of the sandwich and felt a little bit better. "I love you babe" Namjoon said, kissing your head as he got up to wash dishes.

Hobi :

You woke up to hobi spooning you, which kept you warm throughout the night. You let out a slight groan as you turned over to kiss hobis head, which woke him up a little. "Goodmorning yn" he said sleepily while he stretched. His morning voice was so attractive. "Morning hobi," you smiled. As you woke up fully, you realized you didnt feel well at all. "Hobi.." you mumbled, "i dont feel good.." "whats wrong?" He asked, concerned. "I feel like- like im gonna throw up.." you said, wrapping your arms around your stomach area. You got up and ran to the bathroom. You lifted up the toilet seat and threw up, holding your hair back. He got up after you and ran into the bathroom to help you, "youre not,,pregnant are you?" He asked. "No,no i wouldve known by now.." you replied, throwing up again. You fell back, resting on hobis legs as he flushed the toilet. "You okay, yn?" He asked, looking down at you. Your neck and forehead started sweating , even though you felt freezing cold. You were shaking as a loud ringing sound played in your ears. "Yn?" He said, grabbing your hand to lift you up. You stood up and almost as soon as you did, you collapsed into hobis arms. "Ah shit .. " he said under his breath, trying not to panic too much. He picked you up and carried you to the living room and placed a few pillows under your legs. He ran into the kitchen to get you an ice pack. He walked back in , placing the ice pack on your head and hoped you woke up soon. After about 3 minutes, you woke up to see hobi leaning over you. "Yn! Youre okay .." he said, relieved. "What happened..?" you asked, rubbing your eye. "You fainted, yn. Just after you threw up" he explained. "Oh .." you said. You tried to sit up but you were too tired to even lift your head. "You OK?" Hobi asked, worried. "Y-yeah i think i just need to .. have a nap." You replied while falling asleep. "Alright .." hobi replied, covering you with a couple blankets, "goodnight baby"

Jimin :

You and jimin were both invited to a house party, obviously you both agreed to go. You had just finished getting ready and it was 6:30, the party started at 7. "Jimin!! Hurry up!" You shouted up the stairs. "Coming!!" He said while running down the stairs, fixing his hair. "You look good~" you said to him in a flirtatious way. "So do you aha" he replied, kissing your lips and opening the door. You both walked out and got in the car.

You arrived at the party at 7:05pm and waited for more people to arrive. At about 8pm, everyone was there. "You want a drink?" Jimin asked, shouting over the loud music. "Yeah, just some gin please" you said, smiling.

It was now 12am and you were DRUNK, you could barely keep yourself upright. "Jimin ah,, you cute you know?" You said, falling into jimins arms. "What?" He responded, trying to understand your slurred speech. All of a sudden you felt as if you were on a boat and shoulders got heavy. "Jiminnnn i feel like im on a boat ahaha" you mumbled. As soon as you said that, you collapsed into him. "Yn? You okay?" He said, looking down to you, "yn!?" He panicked for a moment,not knowing what to do. He picked you up and bought you to the car, placing you in the seat and buckling your seatbelt. He drove you home, picked you up again and took you to bed. "Yn? Wake up," he said, worried. You finally woke up, not remembering anything that happened. "What happened..?" You asked, looking up at jimin. "You passed out,yn." He replied while getting you a glass of water. "Oh," you responded, standing up to hug jimin. "Im sleeepppyyy, jimin-ahhh" you groaned,hugging jimin from behind. "I know, youre allowed to sleep aha" he said, turning around and kissing your head. "Can i sleeeeep with you? I miss youuuuuuuu" you asked, almost falling asleep right then and there. "Of course," he said, walking to bed with you. "I love you."

Taehyung :

You got into the car with taehyung and buckled your seatbelt. "You ready?" He asked. "Mhm" you replied, wrapping your arms around your abdomen. "You okay?" Taehyung asked, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face. "Im okay, dont worry" you replied. Taehyung nodded then drove to the gym.

When you arrived, your cramps were causing you so much pain you could barely walk, but you decided to go on anyways. You and tae both decided to go on the treadmills. At first, you were fine but after a while you were in excruciating pain. You stepped off the treadmill, using the handle to support yourself. "Y/n?" Taehyung asked, getting off the treadmill. "You okay..? Why didn't you say you were ill earlier?" He walked up to you, grabbing your hand to help you stand up. He spoke to you but you couldn't hear a single thing he was saying. Your head started to sweat, despite being cold. "Yn? You oka- YN?" He shouted, catching you as you collapsed to the floor. You woke up after a minute, still in taehyungs arms. "Yn..are you okay?" He said, helping you stand up. "Im...f-fine" you stuttered as you balanced yourself. "You sure?.." he responded.

Jungkook :

It was an average summer day .. well everything was average except it was the hottest day of the year. It was almost 50°c and your AC was broken. Jungkook wore only his shorts all day. You and jungkook both decided to sit outside since it was hotter in the house than outside.

Everything was going well until you started to feel really unwell..your head felt heavy and you couldnt hear a word jungkook was saying to you. You stood up to get a drink and you collapsed straight away, your body colliding with the floor. "Yn? Are you okay?" Jk shouted, picking you up. He brought you to the bedroom and frantically looked for a fan. But before he found one, you had woken up. "Yn! How are you feeling?" Jk asked, looking over at you. "Im fine" you replied, "i think i just need to have a nap or smthn.." "okay love" he replied, kissing your head.

[yourmcu]

Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

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The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

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You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

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A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace. 

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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DID ANYONE MISS ME? BC I MISSED THIS PLACE

I highly doubt anyone’s still waiting for this, it was an unplanned hiatus I’M SO SORRY but I decided to post anyway :))

also I hope this wasn’t underwhelming, that’s one of the reasons why I was hesitant to do this but I hope its good heh (I’ve included the parts from my first post as well, just so it feels like a full fic)

WAIT I ALSO HIT 300 FOLLOWERS? INSANE. THANK YOU. I MEAN IT.

[fiymywings]

ahh if youre able to, would you mind sharing some tls of hollow? there’s so little content of him? 😭

absolutely! i'll make a few proper posts with translations once i get the time and energy to (very mentally burnt out right now so basically anything i've already done/am working on at the moment are the most i can muster), but this is sort of an assortment of summaries/from-memory translations for the time being

it's a bit long so it's under a read more but hopefully these can suffice until i get on that

from ch. 2 of his beginning of a dream meister story:

hollow and emma run into someone injured in a back alley, and rush to aid him only for a bystander to mistake hollow as the perpetrator behind several similar attacks, insisting it was him on the basis of him being caught literally red handed. hollow doesn't reply and just dismantles a nearby wheel barrel to become a makeshift . i forgot what they're called but they transport hospital patients and tells him to take the injured guy to help which clears the air up pretty fast. the resulting conversation happens:

Emma: By the way... when that guy said your hands were stained red, what was up with that?

Hollow: ... fufu~

Emma: ?

Hollow: Efufufufu~

Emma: ?????

Hollow: I was enjoying a particularly good drink of pomegranate juice that day. Though, I appear to have been a bit clumsy with disposal.

(i think about this exchange so much. yes she did use ??? in actual dialogue if im remember correctly)

Moon route Ch. 3

after having essentially put down a mechanical hound, he approaches emma and asks for her hand before putting a handmade metal bracelet on her. she asks about the details, and he confirms it was made with some scrap parts from the hound, having wanted to carry the memory of the hound around before she realized he had a matching bracelet (this made me start absolutely losing it btw. absolutely broke the hinges off my metal door)

he also said a REALLY nice quote about hardships and relying on each other but i cant for the life of me remember the baseline of it so i'll rb and tack it onto it

guild home interaction

i don't have the exact tls and because it was a random event it might take a bit for me to get it again to tl but essentially hollow was flipping through a book/magazine, saw an illustration of a mouse, and yelled. emma went to check up on him and tried to calm him down but iirc he ended up bolting despite it just being an illustration

train of remembrance ch 5

hollow sits down next to emma after effese (i dont know how to spell his name sorry if i got it wrong hgfdjb) is settled down by her and they take a moment to look out the window (this one i had written down because i was gushing to someone over discord)

Hollow: Would it be alright if I rested here as well? Emma: Of course! Go ahead. Hollow: Nfu~ Then, please excuse me a moment. If you take your time gazing out there… it's as if just outside the window is but a sky full of stars. Though of course we have our current situation, it begins to feel like we're merely on a journey. Just a bit. Emma: Fufu, looks like it. Hollow: Everyone back at Niji no Kanata too, they're all working very hard, so… Someday, with you invited along as well, I'd like to go on a nice relaxing journey together. Certainly Lagoon will prepare the finest transport available. Emma: Wah, I'm looking forward to it! [ Idling chatting with Hollow, the tension from prior had abruptly relaxed.] Emma: (Such a nice feeling, it's like my shoulders have finally untensed. Hollow… he pretty much controlled the energy in the room, huh?) Hollow: Efesse too, shall we get you sat down somewhere so you may talk too?

he later dropped the bomb he had basically picture perfect memory and could remember stuff even back when he was just a lil baby which is pretty in line with his natural talent of not just dismantling at stupid speed but 1. rapid assembly 2. part recognition (i.e. recalling what part in a machine is what series, what number, what alloy, etc)

some uncategorized stuff:

hollows date lines, i dont remember if its 10+ or 20+ since i have him at 26 but hes talking to the player and says smth along the lines of "we look like lovers? ... ah, that makes me happy"

it's confirmed in his sun route he sort of mentally blacks out upon hearing a clock and has to stop everything in order to dismantle it right away assumedly because of a noise trigger. it's played off for giggles in the main story but it seems outright painful for him in the meister story so i have no idea what's going on there but i believe in ch. 3 emma actually asks about that and he essentially goes "although i'm not sure, i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually!" nonchalantly and emma goes YOURE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!

i'm not sure how well i would translate it, but he speaks pretty politely/formally! i kinda translate it as the type of speech "OH GOOD HEAVENS!" would come from as a result but you're welcome to interpret it as you'd like

[leossmoonn]

can i request a fic with stefan where the reader loses her memories (like stefan did in s5) so stefan takes her out to all the places that are special to their relationship and he tells her all about how they used to date and how she loved him and all and then at the end she kisses him ❤️

if not that's okay! have a good day and make sure to drink some water ❤️❤️

okay ill be honest i dont remember anything of tvd from season 4 and on bc it was just so boring to me but YES I CAN DK THIS. and thank you! i hope you have a good day, and hydrate too <33 mwah!

masterlist

warnings / includes - mild language, crying, sad stefan, kissing, eating and food, talk about sex. oh and youre a vampire and grew up w stefan and damon :)) and you’ve been dating stefan ever since you two turned into vampires and you two have been married for 50 years! (yay) . not really edited

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“can’t you just do your voodoo magic and fix her?”

“that’s not how it works, damon.”

“well, it works whenever elena needs it. just admit it, you don’t like y/n.”

“i do! this is just more complicated -”

“bullshit! i know you don’t know her very well, but we’ve known her since she was born. she’s my best friend and the love of my brother’s life, who, by the way, is about to go into a frenzy if you don’t fix her!”

“i’m trying! but whatever those traveler’s did, i don’t think i can reverse it.”

“argh!” damon growled, putting his hands under a table and ripping it up.

“okay, you need to calm down,” bonnie said. “throwing a fit won’t help.”

“well, i can’t just stand here and watch her die!”

“she’s not dying, she’s just asleep. the doctor said she will wake up soon.”

“oh, as if the doctor knows anything,” damon muttered.

“she actually knows a lot, and we’ll give her the treatments the doctor recommends before we try any magic.”

damon sighed, running his hands over his face. he looked over to you, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. he walked over to you, holding your hand in his.

“please wake up, y/n. please.”

it seemed as damon’s wishes were granted. your eyes fluttered open, a soft groan filled your throat as you tried to move your head back and forth. you peered at bonnie and damon, brows furrowing.

“who are you? and why-why are you holding my hand? get away from me!” you hissed, barring your fangs.

“well, she definitely knows she a vampire,” damon muttered.

bonnie ignored him, coming over to you tentatively. “hey, y/n. do you know who i am?”

“no. i-i want to go home. where am i? why-why does this look so strange? hospitals at home don’t look like this,” you gasped as you looked around your room.

“is she still stuck in the 1800s?” bonnie asked.

“let’s see. uh, y/n, what’s the date?” damon asked.

“1866, right?” you guessed.

“oh, shit,” damon muttered.

“what’s wrong?” you frowned. “y/n, you’re in the 21st century. it’s 2013,” bonnie explained.

your eyes bugged out of your head. “what? how-how can this be? you’re lying! you’re some witch! katherine warned me that you would try to trick me. who are you with? wha-what do you want from me?!”

“okay, crazy pants,” damon sighed. “do you know who i am?” he asked.

you took a good, hard look. “you look familiar… like you’re from a dream.”

“good, good, but do you know my name?”

your brain scrambled for the answer, but it all came up was blank.

“no, i’m sorry.”

“well, crap,” damon muttered. “what if we get stefan? he’s been her boyfriend for like, a hundred and fifty years. plus, they’ve been married for 50. she’s got to remember him,” bonnie suggested.

“yeah, okay,” damon nodded. “go and get him. i’ll stay with her.”

“why don’t i stay with her, and you go get stefan. you might irritate her enough to make her snap your neck,” bonnie snorted.

“fine. i’ll be back in a second. try to use your powers on her,” damon asked.

“no. now go,” bonnie shooed away damon.

he left, zooming through the halls to go and find his brother. meanwhile, bonnie went to sit next to you, taking your hand in hers.

“what are you doing. i said don’t touch me,” you hissed.

“what is your name?” bonnie asked.

“y/n,” you said. “what’s your full name?” she asked.

“y/n l/n,” you answered. “why are you asking me this? do you think i do not know my name?”

“no, no. i just…” bonnie sighed. “what’s your mother’s name?”

“louise,” you said. “and your father’s?” bonnie asked.

“martin. and before you ask, my sister and brother’s names are anna and christopher. are you studying me or something? oh, my… i-i swear i’m not dangerous. i don’t feed on people. not usually, anyways. please, spare me. if you want a real vampire, catch katherine pierce. her real name is katerina petrova. or klaus mikaelson, his whole family needs to be killed. please, i -”

“i’m not going to kill you. no one is going to kill you. and katherine is already dead,” bonnie explained.

“oh, really? well, then ignore what i said about her."

bonnie smiled a little. “it’s alright. do you remember anything that’s happened in the last 24 hours?”

“no, i’m sorry. i must ask again, where am i?” you questioned.

“well, you’re in 2013. about one hundred and forty-nine years from when you were turned into a vampire. that man who was here is damon salvatore. he’s been your best friend ever since you were born. you grew up together, and he turned you into a vampire. i’m bonnie bennett. i am… i have a sort of friendship with damon. i’m a witch from the bennett line. i am here to help you. we’re friends, too, actually.”

“oh,” you pursed your lips. “i’m sorry i don’t remember you. i think i remember one of your family members, though… emma, ella, em-”

“emily, yeah,” bonnie smiled. “well, it’s good to know i’m in good company,” you sighed.

“yes, you are. oh, and there’s one more person i forgot to mention. he’s damon’s brother, stefan. he’s your -”

“y/n!”

your head snapped to the door. a handsome young man stepped into the room, worrying filing his features.

“hello?” you frowned.

“it’s me, stefan. you’re husband,” the man said.

your eyes widened. “i-i- excuse me? my husband? i didn’t know i was-” your breath hitched as you saw the ring on your finger. it was a beautiful silver ring with a blue jewel in the middle, stefan and your name carved in the middle of it.

“oh,” you gasped.

“do you remember me?” he asked, coming closer to you.

you looked back up at him, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember. you shook your head in disappointment. “no, i’m sorry. i wish i could. what happened to me that i can’t remember my own husband?"

“travelers took your memory,” bonnie answered. “travelers? l-like the evil witches?” you guessed.

“yes, precisely,” bonnie nodded.

“well, can you get back my memories? you’re a witch, right?” you asked her.

“exactly! that’s what i was saying. i’m so glad someone gets it!” damon exclaimed.

“i-i’m sorry, who are you again?” you frowned. “damon. i’m damon salvatore. the best salvatore, and your best friend,” he grinned.

“oh, right - damon. and you’re uh, you’re bonnie, correct?” you turned to the brunette.

“i am,” bonnie nodded.

“and you’re…“ you turned to stefan.

hope was shining in his dazzling green eyes. his lips were pulled into a frown, his brows furrowed as tears clouded his eyes.

“you’re stefan! my, uh, my husband whom i can’t remember. i’m so sorry, again.”

“it’s okay,” he sighed. “you just woke up. you’ll probably remember later.”

“yes,” you nodded, “that’s probably it.”

just then, the doctor came in. she checked you out, telling you that you had to stay in the hospital one more night before you could be discharged. after she left, damon, bonnie, and stefan made up a plan.

“i can’t just put her memories back. i don’t have any access to them,” bonnie said.

“can’t you just pull them out of the air or something?” damon asked.

“magic doesn’t work like that, damon,” bonnie glared.

“what if we take her to all her favorite places? places she’s been to lots of times,” stefan suggested.

“yes! that is a great idea, except for the fact that she thinks she’s in the 1800s and most things that were there have been torn down or rebuilt!” damon seethed.

“well, then what else are we supposed to do, damon! we can’t just sit here and hope that her memories will come back. what if they never do!” stefan yelled.

“shut up you two! you’re scaring her!” bonnie hit both of them, then pointing to you.

both of the salvatore’s face softened as they saw your eyes wide with fear.

“look, she doesn’t know you two yet. she doesn’t trust you two. she literally thought we were going to capture her for being a vampire. we need to just take it easy and gain her trust, which won’t be hard, i hope. but i think that stefan’s idea is great. and stefan, you should be the one to do it. you deserve to build the strongest bond with her and to spend the most time with her,” bonnie explained.

stefan smiled at her gratefully. “thank you, bonnie.”

“of course, stefan,” she smiled back at him.

“what about me! i was her friend before you were even born!” damon poked stefan.

“she was literally a baby, damon. she didn’t even know who you were,” stefan scoffed.

“oh, she did. and she loved playing peek-a-boo with me,” damon huffed.

“well, i’ve been her actual best friend just a few months after she was born. you’ve been like the brother she’s never had,” stefan stated.

“same difference.” damon rolled his eyes.

“b-bonnie?” you stammered.

“yeah, what do you need?” bonnie came over to you immediately.

“um, i need to use the bathroom.” you whispered.

“oh, yeah, of course. gentlemen, please exit the room.” bonnie said to the two men.

“alright. hey, y/n, you hungry? we can get you something to eat,” damon asked.

“yes. i’m famished, honestly. um, can i have some meatloaf, please? with some wine?” you requested.

“um, y/n, i’m afraid to inform you that -” damon started, but stefan cut him off.

“we’ll see what we can find,” stefan said.

“thank you… stefan, was it?” you guessed.

“yeah. it’s stefan,” he smiled. “okay, c’mon, lover boy. the lady needs to use the restroom,” damon grabbed stefan, dragging him out of your room and shutting the door.

bonnie then helped you out of the bed and into the restroom, waiting behind the door until you called for help.

“thank you so much. your kindness is very much appreciated.” you smiled at her as she helped you back to bed.

“it’s not a problem.” bonnie sighed with a smile.

“will you be able to get my memories back?” you asked.

“um… no. not right now, i’m sorry,” bonnie frowned.

“oh, well, it’s alright. maybe it’s for the better. i can’t imagine all the horrible things i must have done to you and your friends,” you laughed sourly.

“what do you mean?” bonnie asked.

“well, i… i overheard you a little when i was waking up. damon said that you didn’t like me much. i don’t blame you, i mean, i can be crass and judgmental, but i’ve changed over the years. i-i think, at least. otherwise i suppose i would be dead from those travelers now. no one wants to help a horrible person,” you explained.

“well, you’re not horrible, at all. for someone who has been with damon for like, almost two hundred years, you’re very kind. you’re also very funny and you try to help people the best you can.”

“oh, thank you,” you smiled shyly. “um… what do you mean about being with damon?”

“oh, he’s just um… not my favorite person to be around is all. you’ll see,” bonnie chuckled.

“i think i have, a little,” you giggled. “but he seems to care a lot about me. i suppose he’s known me since i’ve been born.”

“no, he does. honestly, like stefan said earlier, damon is the older brother you never bad.”

“and stefan, he is supposed to be my best friend and lover?”

bonnie smiled, “yes.”

“can you tell me about stefan? do-do you know him well?” you asked.

“i do, actually. he’s so kind, always wanting to help people and be the best. i swear, he works himself to death trying to be the hero. he’s very level-headed and extremely smart. he’s more mellow than damon, definitely, but he has his funny, savage moments. he’s dealt with a lot of pain in his years, and you’ve been there to experience it all. in fact, he always tells us how you are his light. it’s really sweet. i wish someone talked about me like that.”

heat crept up your neck and you couldn’t help but smile. “well, i understand why i fell in love with him, then.”

bonnie chuckled, “yeah, he’s a great guy. he’s probably more rough around the edges now than he used to be, though.”

“well, that’s what happens when you’ve lived for so long,” you chuckled. “i personally think i’ve softened over the years. i remember when i was a little girl, i used to be so quick and temperamental. my mother always tried to reprimand me, but i had a mind of my own, i guess. or that’s what my father used to say. now that i think about it, i think stefan is the reason why i have changed. he’s seemed to rub off on me.”

“wait, are you starting to get your memory back?” bonnie asked, getting excited.

“no, i’m afraid not. well, not of current things. i just am remembering things about myself. i still don’t remember damon or stefan,” you frowned

“oh, well, it’s okay. you only woke up an hour ago. we’ll give it time.” bonnie patted your arm.

“thank you. you must forgive me, i’ve always had a horrible memory. and now with mine taken away, i probably will be a burden.”

“no, no,” bonnie shook her head. “please, you’re our friend. i’m sorry if damon made it seem like i don’t like you, but i do. we just don’t spend time with each other that much, but we definitely will now.”

“i hope you don’t mind it, then.”

“i definitely don’t, don’t worry.”

you two sat in a comfortable silence, stefan and damon coming back only a few minutes later.

“so, you can’t have any wine, so we got you the next best thing: grape juice. and we also didn’t find any meatloaf, but we did find some spaghetti and meatballs,” damon said, setting it all down on the table.

“oh, thank you two so much.” you smiled. you began to get up, your feet slipping suddenly.

stefan rushed to catch you, his hands going under your arms. your eyes met his immediately, your breath getting caught in your lungs. you fell into a sort of a daze as he lifted you back up on your feet.

“my, you’re handsome,” you muttered.

“thank you. you’re beautiful,” stefan smiled.

your jaw fell open, your eyes widening. “o-oh. did i say that out loud? i am so sorry -”

“no, it’s okay. it was really nice to hear that,” he assured you.

“alright, thank you,” you smiled. “of course. my pleasure.” he let go of you, pulling out a chair.

“so, i say we compel the doctor to let you go home now so we can get this show on the road!” damon announced.

“no, they need to monitor her-”

“she’s a freaking vampire, bonnie!” damon exclaimed in a hushed whisper. he then turned to you. “you feel fine, right?”

“yes. a lot better now that i’ve eaten,” you answered.

damon grinned, clapping his hands. “see? she’s fine. i say we get her into her room and let her sleep in her bed.”

“damon, that’s not-”

“excuse me,” you interrupted stefan, peering at him through your eyes. “if you don’t mind me interjecting, i’d quite like to go home. and damon is right, i am a vampire so besides my memories, my body has healed me completely.”

stefan looked at you for a few moments, sighing before talking again. “yeah, that makes sense. are you sure you’re okay to go home? i mean, you almost slipped -”

“i am okay, stefan,” you smiled. “these floors are quite slippery with these socks on.” you moved your feet to show them.

“right,” he nodded. “okay, well, damon? i assume i can trust you to compel the doctors?”

“on it!” damon grinned, rushing out the door.

“is he always this eager to help?” you asked. “only when it comes to you,” stefan chuckled.

“well, i suppose that’s okay, for now,” you hummed.

“yes. you are our first priority,” stefan smiled.

“oh, please don’t let me ruin your daily routine. like you said, damon likes helping me. he seems to not have anything important to do, anyways, no offense.” you lowered your head sheepishly. “but he can help me while you two go to school and such. do you go to high school still?”

“no, we don’t. well, stefan doesn’t, anyways,” bonnie chuckled. “i’m going to college in the fall.”

“oh, that’s wonderful! i see the women have made lots of improvements. what are you going to study?” you asked.

“research and analysis. it’s not really a study, but that’s what i’m majoring in.”

“wow, you must be so smart, then. good for you. i wish i went to college,” you frowned slightly. “

“you did,” stefan spoke up. “oh? what did i study?” you perked up.

“literature. you went around the world teaching english and literature. part of it was to fit in as a human, but another part was because you always had a passion for it.”

“sounds like me,” you smiled. “i loved reading so much. i remember my mother had to hide my books for when we ate dinner.”

“woah, you’re remembering things now?” damon walked into the toom

“not really. i’m only remembering things about myself and my family.”

“damn,” damon muttered. “it’s alright,” stefan said. “anyways, we good to go?”

“indeed we are. let’s roll,” damon said.

stefan helped you out of your seat. you took out your IV, damon rushing you to his car.

“wow. this is beautiful,” you admired his chevy.

“i know! she’s my pride and joy.” damon sighed happily as he opened the door for you.

“thank you,” you smiled at him. he returned the smile, getting into the passenger seat.

“i’ll drive her home, i-”

“actually, can stefan drive me? i’d like to get to know him more. he is my husband, after all,” you said.

stefan’s chest swelled with happiness, his lips upturning into a bright smile.

“i suppose. don’t total my car,” damon warned stefan.

“no promises,” stefan smirked, getting in the driver’s seat. “you know i’m kidding, right? i won’t crash the car.”

“i know, don’t worry,” you smiled. “great,” stefan breathed out as he started the car.

“this is amazing technology. so much faster than the horses.”

“yep. it’s amazing how far we’ve come.”

you nodded, turning your head to look at him. you looked down at his left hand, smiling a little as you saw a silver wedding band.

“how long have we been married for?” you asked.

“50 years. 51 this summer,” he answered. “how long did we date for?” you asked.

“well, we actually didn’t date until we turned vampires. as you probably know, your emotions are heightened once you turn. and our crushes on each other were just too much to ignore, we started dating. we helped each other out a lot, you helped more than me. i mean, i-i was a wreck. with katherine turning us into vampires and all, me killing my dad, damon abandoning me. you were the only person who stuck by me. you know, you were, and still are, my light,” he explained.

you grinned, “bonnie told me that that’s what you call me.”

“ah, she’s told you about me, then. what did she say?” he asked.

“well, she said that you’re very kind and are always wanting to help people. she also said that you are smart and serious, but that you have your breaking moments. she also said that you have experienced a lot of pain. i am sorry to hear that,” you frowned.

“bonnie is very kind. too kind, actually.”

“oh, don’t say that. i happen to think it’s all true. just from what i’ve seen today.”

“thank you. i’m glad i’ve made a good impression.”

“well, you are my husband, so i would think that what bonnie said is true.”

“makes sense,” he nodded. “so, where do i live? with you, i presume?” you questioned.

“yes, and with damon. we live in the salvatore boarding house. it was built for uh, well, boarding in mystic falls.”

“do we have separate rooms?” you asked.

“u-um, no. but, if you’re not comfortable with that, there are plenty of spare rooms-"

"no," you said quickly.

stefan glanced at you, eyes wide in surprise. you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.

"u-um, what i mean is that it is okay. i'll get to know your quicker if we share a room. just um, let me have my privacy?" you requested.

"of course, of course," he nodded. "lovely," you exhaled deeply.

you looked out of your window, observing all the people walking around town square.

"so much has changed," you said, a little nostalgic.

"i know, it's crazy," stefan laughed. "but, i'll take you to all the old places we used to go, and the new ones you have gown accustomed to."

"sounds like a deal. you know, i'm excited. is that um… strange that i am so lively after having just woken up from my memories being taken away?" you chuckled a little.

"no, no, not at all. you were always really happy and upbeat, even on the darkest days. that's one of the reasons why i fell in love with you. you may not believe this, but, i'm kind of a debby-downer. you keep it light and fun, much like damon, actually. seems as though all that time you spent with him, as young as you were, you developed someone his behaviour."

"is that a bad thing? bonnie insinuated that damon isn't a good guy," you frowned.

"no, no. you're different. you pick and choose when to be a little um… eccentric. damon just says whatever comes out of his mouth, no matter what the situation is."

"i suppose that's another reason why you love me?" you grinned. "yes, you suppose right," he nodded.

"is this the boarding house?" you pointed to the mansion stefan was pulling in to.

"yes, it is. and, you can call it your home. that's what it is," stefan said.

"alright. it's beautiful." you admired the front.

"it's even better inside. especially our bedroom. you really know how to decorate." he got out of the car, opening the door for you.

"you're very chivalrous. i like it," you giggled. "well, anything for my girl," he flashed a warm smile.

your stomach flipped suddenly, a similar feeling to your heart hammering in your chest awakened. if your heart was still alive, then you it would be palpitating and ramming into your ribcage. you smiled back at him, getting out of the car.

you two walked together to the front, stefan opening the door without unlocking it.

"do we always keep the door unlocked?" you asked. "yeah. you know, the only people we are really worried about are vampires and well, you can't get in unless you invite them in," he answered.

"oh, right. well, that's nice. we don't have to worry so much about security," you said as you stepped inside.

he nodded in agreement, closing the door behind him once you two went inside.

"wow. you're right, it is better inside," you gasped. "mmhm. so, let me show you around. this is the grand study. it was mostly used by our nephew zach, but damon killed him as soon as he got here," stefan sighed.

"o-oh. and damon is supposed to be my best friend?"

"he's better than that, don't worry. you'll see, you'll remember," stefan patted your back.

"alright," you nodded. "anyways, right here is the library's and just out here is the grand hall. here is the dining room and the living room. back there is the kitchen, and next to it is the hearth room." stefan walked you around the house.

"it's amazing. wow, and to think this is my home," you laughed. "yep, all yours," stefan smiled as he heard your laugh.

he admired you as you walked through the living room, feeling around the bookshelves and the furniture. he missed this, seeing you back at home. before you woke up in the hospital, you had been kidnapped and tortured for two weeks before the travelers dumped you in the backyard of your house. after that, stefan rushed you to the hospital and about a day later you were awake. and now here you were, making yourself at home again. you looked so pretty in the setting sunlight. stefan almost wanted to cry at the relief of finally having you home.

"show me the upstairs?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"yeah, yeah, of course," he nodded. he reached his hand out to you, you taking it graciously.

you both smiled at each other, stefan leading you up the stairs.

"so, up here is damon's room. that's where elena, his girlfriend, and him usually are. they have so much sex, you won't be able to get much rest here," stefan snorted.

"i'll make sure to wear my earplugs," you giggled.

stefan smiled at you, walking you to the next rooms. "these are the baths. and right here is our room. every other room up here is a guest room, but uh, this is the main event, i suppose." he opened the bedroom door, letting you peer inside of it.

he was right, you were a great decorator.

the room had green walls, bookshelves on the walls, and a few plants here and there. there was a big bed in the middle with gray sheets, pictures of the two of you hanging above the bed frame. there was a desk and chair in the middle of the room, books and papers strewn all over the desk top. there were picture of you two all over the walls, making you smile whilst also crying.

"what's wrong?" stefan rushed to you.

"oh, it's nothing. i just…" you sighed, turning to him. "these pictures are so lovely. i-i wish i could remember these events."

stefan took your hand in his, giving you a small smile. "don't worry about it. it's not your fault that you can remember.”

"right," you nodded, still disappointed in yourself.

"why don't we go and walk around town? maybe that'll help get your memories back," stefan suggested.

"that sounds fun, but i don't think walking around will reverse dark magic," you joked.

stefan chuckled, nodding in agreement. "you're right, but, you're starting to remember your own childhood. we don't know what the travelers took from you, so maybe they didn't take the memories of you and i. you might just have amnesia."

"i'd love to do anything to try and remember," you said. "me, too. before we go, do you want to change clothes? you've had these clothes on for two weeks," stefan gestured to your ripped shirt and dirty jeans.

"oh, yes. i didn't even realise i was wearing these." you looked down at your legs, eyes widening at the fact you were wearing pants. "when did they invent these?"

"1873, but women still couldn't wear them until the 19th century. and even then, women didn't wear them as regular clothing until the mid-20th century," he explained.

“well, i’m glad that i’ve stayed alive this long to be able to wear these. what are they called again?” you asked.

“jeans,” stefan answered. he walked over to your closet, opening it and presenting all your clothes. “and you have lots of jeans. so, go ahead and get changed into whatever. if you want to shower then go ahead, the bathroom is to the right.”

you nodded, “thank you. i’ll be done in a few minutes.”

“no problem. take your time,” he smiled.

you returned the expression, watching him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

you went to your closet, running your hands over your clothes. you had lots of grey, purple, and blue shirts. you saw lots of ripped jeans, some were their regular blue and others were white or black. you chose a light purple, short- sleeved shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans. you found a pair of black panties and a black bra to match.

you went into the bathroom, turning the shower on and undressing. you put your dirty clothes in a near pile on the floor as you didn’t know where the hamper was. you set your clean clothes onto the bathroom sink, jumping into the shower.

the hot water felt so good, it was hard to get out, but you didn’t want to keep stefan waiting too long. you dried off quickly, looking at yourself in the mirror after you got dressed. you didn’t realize, but you were very dirty and tired-looking before showering. you looked better now. more awake, clean, and pretty.

you didn’t bother putting on makeup, not even knowing where you kept it. you went downstairs, finding stefan in the living room reading a book.

“i am ready,” you announced.

stefan looked up, jaw dropping as he looked over you.

“you look gorgeous,” he spoke.

you smiled shyly, lowering your head in bashfulness. “thank you. it’s not much, just a comfortable outfit.”

“doesn’t matter. you look amazing,” he shrugged.

“thank you, again.”

“of course,” he smiled. “let’s go ahead and go, yeah?”

you nodded, slipping on your shoes as you followed him out to the garage. you got into stefan’s car, driving back to town square.

“a lot of places have been built or torn down. i’m going to take you to the places we used to go to in this century, then go to the places from long ago that have been torn down,” he explained.

“sounds good,” you nodded.

he parked next to the strip mall, getting out and opening the door for you.

“are men still as chivalrous as you?” you jumped out of the car.

“no, not at all, but i like to be known as a gentleman. it sets a good first impression,” he answered.

“that’s sad,” you frowned. “it is. honestly, most guys nowadays are jerks and are selfish. no one teaches kindness anymore,” he sighed.

“well, i’m thankful i chose a man who still cares about those things. it really reflects on what kind of man you are.”

“i agree,” stefan nodded.

you two walked onto the side walk, stefan lacing your fingers together and guiding you into a store.

“this is your favorite store in the whole

town square. you always rave about the good deals and i’ve bought you lots of jewelry here,” he explained.

you hummed in reply, looking over the store. “it’s quaint. i see how it would appeal to me.”

“yeah, this store is the most popular one here, i’m pretty sure.”

“the owner must be rich, then.”

“probably is,” stefan nodded.

he then led you out of the store, explaining all the other stores and restaurants in the town square before stopping and showing you a specific place you liked.

“this is the grill, the most popular restaurant here. you and caroline, who you have yet to meet, love to sing karaoke here. you and bonnie and elena, who again, you have yet to meet, play pool here and get tipsy on the weekend.”

“what is karaoke and pool?” you questioned.

“karaoke is when you pick a song you like, and you sing it with a friend, or sometimes yourself. a lot of bars have karaoke, and some restaurants do, like this one. it’s just a fun activity for drunk people, honestly. and pool

is this game over there. you see those people

shooting the balls with the sticks?” he pointed across the room.

you studied them, seeing as they would curse in disappeared, or jump and clap in happiness.

“yes, it looks fun.”

“it is, and you’re quite good at it. maybe tomorrow you can meet everyone else and i’ll teach you how to play,” he suggested.

“i would like that very much,” you smiled.

“me, too,” he smiled back. “are you hungry? we can take a break from walking and get something to eat.”

“my stomach does ache a little. what kind of food do they have here?”

“burgers, fries, salad. classic american stuff, basically. i can order what you usually do.”

“sure, but i’m afraid to tell you that i have no money,” you sighed.

“it’s not a problem. this is my treat. plus, we have a joint bank account so, it doesn’t really matter who pays.””

“wow, that’s nice.”

“it definitely is.”

stefan then led you to a small booth, ordering immediately once the waiter came.

“tell me more about yourself,” you prompted.

stefan stared at you, not expecting you to want to know about him. it wasn’t completely surprising, but you just seemed a lot more interested in the town than him. he was happy that you asked, though. it reassured him that you two had a chance, even if you two had to rebuilt your relationship.

“okay, well, my birthday is november 1st, 1846. my favorite color is blue, my favorite type of alcohol is bourbon, but i do like a glass of whiskey every once in a while. one of my best friends was lexi branson. she was also your friend, too, but damon killed her for absolutely no reason.”

“oh, my - i am so sorry, stefan,” you gasped. “oh, it’s alright. damon has uh, since proved himself to be better… unfortunately,” stefan sighed.

you put your hand on his, looking him in the eyes.

“it’s not alright, stefan. i know you say damon is a lot better than people say, and that he has proven himself better, but that doesn’t justify what he did. i’m so sorry you lost lexi. i understand what it is it like to lose someone so close to you. i’m sure you remember, but i lost christopher only a few years after we became vampires. i don’t remember all of it, but i do remember terrorizing a whole village because of the anger and depression i felt. i’m sure lexi was an amazing young woman. one day, i would love it if you told me more about her.”

stefan smiled at you gratefully, eyes prickling with tears. “thank you, y/n. it means a lot to me. and yes, i’d love to tell you about her.”

“fantastic.” you squeezed his hand for support, the gesture warming his chest. “anyways, go on,” you said, keeping your hand on his.

“alright. well, i love i love lucy, which is a ‘50s sitcom that, funnily enough, you hated,” he chuckled.

“what is a sitcom and why did i hate it?” your brows knitted together in confusion.

“well, a sitcom is a comedy tv show. and a tv show is content that is broadcasted onto something that is called a television, which was the big black screen in the living room of our house. sitcom is a type of tv show. there are sitcoms, dramas, romance, horror, and lots of others. a lot of these genres bleed together, much like books. and as for why you hated the show, you just thought it was annoying because i would watch it all the time.”

“well, i do have a short temperament, so that explains it, i suppose. that tv show thing is a little confusing. can you show me how it works when we get home?”

“yes, of course. i can show you your favorite tv shows and movies,” he nodded eagerly.

“lovely,” you smiled at his enthusiasm. “so, what else do you like?”

“well, i am a fan of scorcese, who is a famous tv director. he directed taxi driver, which is a film i am a fan of. i love to cook, and i’m quite good at it, if i do say so myself. um, let’s see… what else is there…” he trailed off, looking at the table as he thought. “i am a bit or a hoarder, as you probably could see in our room. i enjoy any and all types of music, i have a rose tattoo on my right shoulder, and i am a scorpio, if that means anything to do.”

he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears turning pink as he realized you were staring and smiling at him the whole time.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked.

“it’s just nice hearing all these things about you. i can piece together who you are, who the man i am married to is. it’s obvious you don’t open up to people a lot, and i appreciate you doing that with me,” you explained.

“oh, well, it’s no problem. you’ll remember all these things, anyways. but this is just surface level stuff, nothing special.”

“i think it is special and important. now that i know you a little better, i’m able to talk to you more and be more comfortable.”

“mm, that’s true,” he nodded.

you gave him a small smile, your food then arriving.

“wow, this is a lot,” you chuckled, looking at the cheeseburger and fries.

“it’s really good, too,” stefan said.

“how do i eat this?” you asked. “pick it up in your hands and take a bite, like this.” stefan took a bite of his burger and fries.

you followed in suit, groaning in pleasure.

“my, they never had this food at home. this is delicious.”

“i know, right? so glad america stopped the wine and beef soup at dinner.”

you giggled, nodding in agreement. you two ate in silence, stefan paying before you two left.

“do you want to continue going around town, or are you tired?” stefan asked.

“i want to continue,” you stated.

“alright. time to go to all the torn down places now,” he sighed, walking you back to his car.

you two drove a little ways away from town square, finding yourselves at the cemetery.

“are anna, christoper, and my mother buried here?” you asked.

“yes, they are. do you want to see their graves?” stefan asked.

you sat in the car for a few moments, holding your seatbelt in thought. you shook your head as an answer.

“no, i would hate to put a damper on this lovely evening.”

“oh, well, it’s okay. you always manage to make things bright and happy, even when we’re visiting the cemetery, but if you really don’t want to, then i’ll take you to the salvatore estate, and where your house was located.”

“mm, i am sure. we can visit some other time,” you smiled.

he returned the expression. “alright.” he got out, going to open the door for you, but you had already jumped out.

“sorry, i um, wanted to see how the door works,” you admitted sheepishly.

stefan grinned, finding your curiosity adorable. “no worries. ready to go?”

“indeed i am,” you nodded.

you took the initiative and laced your fingers with his. stefan glanced at you, his chest swelling with joy. it was almost like old times.

“so, where is the salvatore estate?” you asked.

“it’s just a mile into the woods. there’s only a singular pillar there because it got torn down, but the pillar marks the spot where the house stood.”

“why did it get torn down? it was such a beautiful home. surely someone from these days would want to live in it,” you frowned.

“you’d think that, but i guess folks these days want something more modern. but, wait, do you remember my house?” hope filled his eyes, carrying all the way through his voice.

“i think i do. it seems… familiar in my mind. i remember the front of the house, the beautiful entrance and the pretty rose bushes, the steps that led up to the door. i remember a room… it was of medium size. there was a big bed in the middle, a deep-sea blue carpet under it. there was a bug mirror across from the bed, a painting or two hung up on the walls. there was a small desk in the corner next to the closet. the room is very empty, but it brings back feelings of warmth and calmness.”

“yeah, that was my room. you spent most of your summer’s in there with me.”

“oh,” your eyes lit up. “you said that we didn’t officially get together until after we were vampires, but i remember being in the bed in lots of white, button-up shirts. did we-?” you looked to him, eyes wide and hoping he would say yes.

his cheeks were tainted pink as he nodded. “yes, we had lots of fun nights, but not all of them consisted of sex.”

“i see,” you nodded, a little smile on your face. “what else did we do besides sleep together, then?”

“well, most times we just laid there in each other’s arms. sometimes i would read to you and you would fall asleep in my arms. other times we danced, sang, talked about the future together. and let me tell you, we definitely did not imagine an eternity together, but i’m really glad it turned out that way. despite all the pain we suffered.”

your chest warmed as you imagine you two in the 1800s, doing more and being more than just friends with intimate relations.

“does damon know of this?” you questioned.

“he does, but no one else doesn’t. to make things easier, we just told everyone that we started dating after we became vampires, and that we got married in 1963, which we did.”

“and how was the wedding?” you asked.

“the best night of my life,” he grinned. “we have lots of pictures of that night in the living room and our room, which i will show you when we get back.”

“i can’t wait,” you smiled giddily.

you squeezed stefan’s hand, the gesture making both of your body’s shiver.

“here it is,” he said, taking you closer to the singular pillar.

you let go of his hand slowly, walking around the property. you closed your eyes, feeling the cool breeze fan your face. you stood in the middle, right where the living room be. lots of memories then flooded back to you, making you snap your eyes open.

“your father didn’t like us together,” you stated.

stefan furrowed his brows. “yes, how-how do you know that?”

you didn’t answer him, continuing to reminisce.

“i was meant to wed damon, yet, i fell in love with you. your mother would let us play together, knowing that the fate your father decided wasn’t going to happen. she accepted us. she actually liked us better together than damon and i. she thought damon was too wild, too untamed to settle down so young. he was like her, in that way. but you, once you saw me at our first ball at age 14, you knew i was the one. i remember you telling me this one night on my sixteenth birthday. you had taken me up to your room, sneaking up extra cake for me, and we laid together on your bed. that was both of our first time that night - it was amazing. you told me before we went to bed about your growing feelings for me. that night we both said ‘i love you’ for the first time.”

stefan stared at you, mouth agape and tears welling in his eyes.

“you-you really remember that?”

“i do,” you smiled slowly at him. “i remember the marks you left on my skin, the joy i felt as you held my hand, the way i cried when you told me that you loved me. i-i’m afraid that this is all i remember, but -“

“no, no, it’s enough. it’s more than enough,” he sniffled, coming closer to you. he slipped his hand into yours, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

you smiled, putting your free hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down on his cheekbones. you looked into his eyes, studying his face as your hand went up and ran itself through his hair. you brought your hand back down to cup his cheek, your fingers dancing along his jawline.

“i also remember skipping school, playing football in the backyard, me wearing your shirt for the first time and it leading to us sleeping together again,” you giggled.

“how do you remember all of this?” he asked.

“the travelers must’ve just took all the important information about us, which we can deal with later. i want to enjoy this moment now,” you breathed out.

“thank god that they took that important stuff. it’s not that important once you think about it,” he nodded.

“i agree. i bet damon wouldn’t agree about that, though,” you joked.

“well, damon has never been madly in love until the last couple of years. but, me? i’m been in love with you forever.”

your lips spread widely and you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling yourself falling for him again.

“i love you,” you exhaled. stefan grinned, “i love you more.”

“nu-uh,” you shook your head. “mmhm,” he smirked.

you moved in closer, your nose bumping his softly. your eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips multiple times before closing the gap. your lips met his in slow motion, immediately moving with his. his lips were soft and kissed you well, like he had done this a million times before, and couldn’t wait to do it again. he held you close against him, breathing in deeply at the taste of your lips. he felt at peace once again, whole and complete. and as for you, you felt alive.

every atom in your body was humming in pleasure. the feeling of his hands in your body, fitting right in with your curves, were like finally finishing a puzzle. it gave you butterflies, the way he tasted and smelled. the way he kissed you was delicious. it was gentle, but passionate. his lips worked against yours quickly, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a small moan from your throat. your teeth bumped each other gently, causing the kiss to then become fast, needy, hot.

you pulled away before anything else could commence, your chest heaving up and down. a line of spit broke off from your lips, breaking off as the breeze ran through it.

“remember anything else now?” stefan breathed out.

“just how much i’ve missed you,” you stated.

“i’ve missed you, too, baby. wanna go and see where old home was now?”

“yes, i’d love that,” you nodded. “great. come and follow me, then we can go home and i’ll make you your favorite meal, okay?” he suggested.

“that sounds amazing.”

“i’m so glad to have you back, y/n,” he squeezed your hand.

“i’m glad to be back.”

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Window

overview: reader accidentally falls out of a window while having a late night talk with spencer (loosely based on the song: home by edward shapre and the magnetic zeros)

genre: angst? FLUFF

warning: blood, head injury, hospital visit, overdramatic reader thinks shes dying

a/n: i really really dont know if yall will like this but i do and i think its cute so please lmk what u think ab it :)

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Spencer knew it wasn't the safest thing in the world. you did too. but something about sitting on the outside window ledge together, talking and laughing, was far too tempting of an offer to pass up. and besides, it was just over 6 feet off of the ground! whats the worst that could happen?

and so you sat, shoulders smushed together so you could both fit. a blanket wrapped around you both, keeping the cool night air locked out. however, you were so close together (and so flushed) that even without the blanket you'd both still be warm.

you adored nights like this with him, thinking to yourself how you got lucky enough to call him your best friend. to anyone else, it was obvious you two were deeply yet obliviously, painfully in love. you watched as he retold a memory he had of the two of you, eyes widening and hands peeking through the blanket to gesture wildly with each sentence. though you were listening to the story, growing more and more fond of the memory now that it was being told from his perspective, you couldn't help but be distracted by him. his essence. his being. he was...intoxicating.

and then he cut to the punch line and looked to you for a reaction, watching beauty radiate from you as you threw your head back and laughed. he didn't even realize how funny it was until he saw how hard you were laughing. and then you snorted, which of course caused you to laugh more. with tears nearly coming out of your eyes, you wrapped your hands around your aching stomach, trying to control your laughter and completely forgetting that you needed your hands to keep you balanced on the window.

he took you in, a tranquility like no other filling his heart.

and then it happen.

in slow motion he watched you lose your balance, unable to catch his grasp as you fell towards the ground outside. fear coursed through his veins as he tried to calculate every possible out come. and then suddenly time was back to normal, and you were on the floor, a fresh cut on your head.

without missing a beat he jumped out after you, landing far more gracefully than you had.

you felt him lift your head into his lap, barely hearing his muffled words. you nodded when he asked if you could hear him for the fourth time. and then you felt some blood trickle down your face. and you did not do well with seeing your own blood.

that was it. you were gonna die. you never told him how you felt and you were going to die. you could even feel death pulling on your eyelids.

in reality, you had landed on your hip and your head hit a pointy rock. it felt like hell but medically you would be just fine. it looked a lot worse than it actually was, head injuries produce far more blood than other body parts.

spencer knew this as he peeled the cardigan off of his shoulders, bunching it up and applying pressure to your wound.

he picked you up bridal style, trying hard to cradle your head at the same time. he was beyond relieved at how relatively minor this was going to be. you would heal, and you would be ok. he got to his car and gently placed you in the passenger seat before running to the drivers side and taking off as fast as he possible could.

"Spencer," you rasped.

"don't talk very much right now. don't worry i'm going to get you to the hospital just stay awake for me you've probably got a concussion." he explained, looking over worriedly.

"im going to die." you told him, your brain feeling foggy from seeing your own blood.

"no you wont. i promise you wont die."

you went on telling him again and again how you would die and how the team shouldn't cry for you. and he patiently explained every time that you would be ok. and as he carried you into the ER you took one look at the cardigan that had rested against your forehead and convinced yourself 110% that you were on your death bed.

so it was now or never.

"Spencer before i die i want you to know that i love you. i always have. i just had to get it off my chest before i left this world with you still in it." you blurted as the doctors began to take you away.

he stood there, mouth agape at your confession.

"she is not going to die." one of the doctors reassured Spencer before turning on his heels and jogging to catch up with the rest of them.

it had to have been the loss of blood. or maybe a concussion fogged your thinking. or maybe he's in shock and he's hearing things. because there is no possible way that that just happened.

and so he sat in the waiting room for nearly an hour while they stitched up your head, nervously tapping his foot to match the pace of his racing thoughts.

he was thinking through every single moment the two of you had ever shared, wondering if-hoping that there was some truth to your confession, when they called out your name. he shot up faster than he ever had before, even getting a little light headed at the sudden quick stance.

he walked in to see you sitting up, drinking some apple juice that the nurses had brought you. and even then, in a hospital bed with half a dozen stitches in your forehead, you looked more beautiful than ever. he was astonished. absolutely astonished at just how radiant you were. your eyes twinkles as you smiled at him.

"so false alarm.. i didnt die." you joked, trying to hide your embarrassment, handing him a hospital issued jello.

"im so glad youre ok. you know i told you from the start we shouldnt have sat on the window," he chuckled, eyes feeling teary for a reason unknown to him.

"i know i know, you're always right." you giggled a little before wincing in pain from it.

his hand came up and lightly brushed your hair back, soothing you so much your eyes immediately fluttered closed. he had to bring it up, he had to know.

"did you mean it?" he asked.

you tried to control your heart rate while you played it dumb, "well yeah i really did think i was going to die."

"thats not what i meant."

"i know." you admitted. "yes. i meant it. i still mean it and if thats weird for you and you want to leave i completely understand-"

he cut you off by pressing his lips to your own, soft but passionate, tasting of jello.

it was a better profession of love than any speech he could try to make. because regardless of how many big words he used, it wouldn't be enough. not to mention that being around you makes his brain turn into mush, rendering it completely useless.

your heart rate monitor started going absolutely wild, beeping quickly and erratically. you both started laughing into the kiss, reluctantly pulling away. euphoria coursed through your veins, two lovesick bozos in the hospital.

you two talked for a little, buzzed from the kiss., smiling like a couple of idiots. but you were happy. sitting in the hospital with a cracked open head and you were still happy. because Spencer was there. and he makes you happy.

after talking to the doctor and a phone call with hotch, you were told to take two weeks off of work. spencer insisted that he go home early every day so he can come over and take care of you. and that was fiinnneee by you.

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Supergirl: B!D gets Mugged.

TW: Mugging, talking about being Mugged, Mentions of Sexual Assault

You had been out one night getting drinks with some friends when you decided it was probably time to head home. You weren’t too worried about being out late because you had the bracelet that Kara gave you to contact her in emergencies. You were currently not very aware of your surroundings when your arm was grabbed and pinned behind your back.

“Dont move,” the man growled and shoved you up against a wall. You noticed he had a gun and was aiming it at you. 

“Please don’t shoot me,” you said nervously dropping your bag, “take it.”

You saw him hand the bag to someone else with your peripheral vision. He pistol wipphed the side of your head knocking you down. He turned to his partner giving you the chance to use your bracelet, but when you looked you saw that it was gone, and you panicked.

When the man came back over you immediately punched him in the jaw. 

“Fuck,” the man said backing away from you. 

“She’s not worth it come on man.

“No I want to take her she’s pretty.”

Meanwhile back at the apartment you shared with Kara, your older sister was pacing back and forth nervously. She had gotten a text from you that you were on your way home but that was over a half an hour ago. Without thinking twice, she changed into her super suit and went out into the night to try and find you. 

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You woke up the next morning in the hospital and opened your eyes slowly you looked at your hand confused as you saw another hand holding it. “Y/N?” Kara said.

“Kara?” you said hoarsely.

Your older sister looked relieved kissing your forehead. “Thank Rao, you’re okay.”

“I got mugged,” you looked at her.

She nodded helping you drink some water. “I tried to call you, but my bracelet fell off.” 

 “I know sweetheart”, said Kara pulling a new bracelet out of her pocket. 

“This one is tighter,” she added placing it around your wrist.. 

“How’d you find me?” you asked slowly starting to sit up with Kara’s help.

“I listened for your heartbeat little one.”

“Oh no...did he?”

“No baby,” she squeezed your hand, “I got there just in time.”

You nodded, “where is Alex?” you asked suddenly thinking about your protective older sister. As if on cue the redhead walked into your hospital room with coffee, “she’s awake.” Alex said rushing over hopping on the bed next to you. “Oh baby girl,” Alex said peppering kisses on your face, “We were so worried.”

“Are you in any pain?” You shook your head.

“If you didn’t find me Kara.”

“But I did...I found you little one.”

“You’re goimg to be okay, Kara and I are here for you Kiddo. You just focus on getting better.”

You nodded “Did you get them?”

“Both of them,” Kara rubbed your shoulder. “And you have a great right hook,” she chuckled.

“I learned from the best,” you hummed looking at Alex.

“Get some rest sweet girl, we will go home this afternoon.”

“Okay, I love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

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Hello! Hope you are doing well if you don't mind. Please Yandere of your choice with a darling that gets released from the hospital after a bad asthma attack?

Hey! I am doing good, I hope you're doing great. I'm kinda new to writing and stuff, so I hope it's ok.

You: Black

Silas: Green

It had been about 30 minutes since you got released. You felt bad for Silas. He just wanted to go for a run with you, but you having asthma it was hard to do things like that. You were currently sitting in the passenger seat of Silas' car. "..I'm sorry..." you say while looking down at your lap fidgeting with your hands. The car came to a stop and before you knew it you were home. "get out." You look over at Silas in suprise only to see hes getting out and walking over towards you. You watched as he opened your door to let you out. You hesitated a little getting out, but once you did he picked you up. "H-Hey, I can walk on my own!" But he wasn't listening to you, to caught up in his own mind you guessed. When he got to the door to unlock it he was fumbling a little, you couldn't help but laugh a little. When he finally got the door open he carried you to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks, then he carried you to the bedroom. He put you down on the bed so carefully like at any second you could break into millions of peices of glass. He climbed into be right after you, "Are you mad at me..?" He looked up at you with suprise. "No, I'm mad at myself. I should have been more careful with you. Instead I just kept pushing you to the point where you had to go to the hospital." Now it was your turn to look at him in suprise. You couldn't believe what you just heard how was he supposed to know, you never told him worried he would think less of you. "Idiot I never told you about my asthma. You dont need to be mad at all." You gently and carefully moved closer to him, stopping when you two are only inches away from touching your nose together, scared he would push you away if you touched him. You have known Silas for years and this is the first time you have ever seen him look so, worried for someone else. He slowly moved to pull you closer to him breaking you out of your train of thought. He was holding you so close and so hard, he reminded you of a child scared and holding their mother. "Promise to tell me when your having any trouble please. I would never forgive myself if something worst happened to you." You couldn't help but, smile because of how childlike he was acting. "I promise."