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hintsofhoney · 2 years ago

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Bad Moon Rising

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: The world's ending, and Dean has something to confess.

Square(s) Filled: free space for @anyfandomangstbingo

Tags: 16+, kinda fluffy, kinda angsty

Word Count: 492

A/N: I'm (semi) back! I had a baby, so writing has been on the backburner, but this was my first time dipping my toes in the water since I gave birth and I'm hoping it's the first step in getting over this postpartum writer's block. This was written for @deanwanddamons' rock flash fic challenge! The song I got was Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival, and whatever this is was born. GIF is mine. Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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It’s been an hour, maybe two, since they accepted their fate. They don’t know exactly when the world is ending, but Cas thinks it’ll be within the next few hours or so.

Y/N needs to find Dean. Not because she thinks he’s found a way out of this mess — there is no way out — but because she loves him, and whether he knows that or not, she wants to spend her last moments on Earth next to him. She finds him right where she knew he’d be — sitting in Baby, in the bunker’s garage.

She walks over and opens the door, sliding into the passenger’s seat without saying a word. Dean’s staring out the windshield, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel. He doesn’t move to look at her. He doesn’t say a word.

“Dean,” she whispers, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He lets out a long, shaky breath. “We can’t fix it this time.”

“‘fraid not,” she replies with a soft chuckle. Not because it’s funny, but because if she doesn’t laugh, she’ll cry.

“God dammit!” he shouts, hitting the center of the steering wheel, causing Baby to honk.

Y/N flinches, but keeps her hand on his shoulder.

Dean sighs and lets his head fall back, resting on the top of the seat as he fixes his eyes on the car’s ceiling.

“I thought we had more time,” he says, barely audible.

“Yeah, we all did,” she replies with a sad smile.

“No, I mean — I thought we had more time.”

She furrows her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“Us, Y/N. This isn’t how I thought we were gonna go. I thought —”

He stops himself, but she so desperately needs to hear the rest.

“You thought what, Dean?”

He takes a deep breath. Fuck it. The world is ending, right?

“I thought I’d at least get to kiss you before I died. Tell you I’ve been in love with you for the past four years. Settle down one day. White picket fence. Maybe a dog. Get out of this life, start our own.”

He turns his head slightly, his green eyes searching her face for a reaction.

She’s stunned into silence, but then the silence turns to soft laughter, and she’s shaking her head in disbelief while she thinks about what to say.

She settles on, “I can’t believe you waited until the end of the world to tell me you’re in love with me.”

He shrugs and huffs a quiet laugh. “You know I don’t like talking about my feelings.”

She chuckles. “You’re better at it than me, ‘cause I was gonna take my feelings to the grave.”

There’s silence as he processes her reply. His eyes fill with hope as he realizes what she’s saying. “Wait. So you…?”

“Since I’ve known you, you idiot.”

He smiles like the world isn’t ending in a few hours. She kisses him like it is.

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posttexasstressdisorder · 3 months ago

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Where we go from here...

It took me awhile last evening to get my mind in the right place to do the baking I had to do. I thought I would put on some music on my little radio station to kick my head into work mode. Tried some Glenn Gould playing Bach (always a go-to for morning coffee music), and it didn't hit right.

So I dialed up the huge mix I have titled "1969-72" and almost immediately started the long road back to feeling like myself. After about a half-hour, I was in the groove. Listened to the mix far into the night, after I'd finished working.

I managed to keep my focus and got the cookies all baked, and kiddo's mom happily packed them up and just left for her party, and I'm over here for the next couple of nights, sadly for my back. Two nights of "No Mattress For Old Men" and I'll need a week to recover, but hey...

Wanna thank all y'all for your comments and messages when I posted that I was prolly just gonna go black. Y'all loved me back off the ledge. Posted in a moment of true despair...something I haven't felt in awhile. I am hurting for all of us...and all of you. I have never in my long life been scared for the nation until now. Or at least that's what I thought. This feeling of complete despair, the emotional pain of millions of people, the hopelessness, the fear for the future...after I sat with it awhile I realized yes, that I have felt this same combination of toxic shit before.

In the 65 years I've been on this stinkin' rock, I've been through a number of particularly devastating previous elections, most notably the two Bush2(Dumbya) regimes. I remember the night of the 2004 election...Americans were posting tearful photos taken by their webcams, with them holding up signs saying "We're sorry."

I saw first-hand all the fights for rights that we have gained from the early '60s onward. To find ourselves set back to square one, 50-60 years later, when we had finally gained some footing toward fairness, is cruel. And cruelty is what they will wield as their main weapons in the coming days, as we suddenly find ourselves in the same predicament as 1963-65 when a virginal Joan Baez and little Bobby Dylan changed protest music forever.

So yes, I have felt this same way, and no, the nation didn't die or descend into complete chaos. Our lives went on, essentially as they had, with a growing pile of "things we can't do anymore" heaped atop via the collective wounding of 9/11.

This is another collective wounding--an intentional collective wounding. The next few months are going to be chaotic, they will try to push through their agenda as quickly as possible come january.

I may not post much overtly political stuff from this point on, but if I do it will be refocused on positive news. I don't know for certain how long that might last, but I can't take a 24/7 barrage of bad news and outrage bait. I'm probably gonna unfollow a few blogs, but don't think it's personal...it is Mental/Emotional Health Care.

And yes, I've been in the trenches with y'all a long time...we are all Family at this point...Brothers and Sisters in arms. I'm not leaving, but my presence/role will be different, out of the renewed sense of self-preservation this has thrust me into.

I woke up disoriented, but quickly remembered I'd gotten what I needed to get done done, and had a slow re-entry, sipping my coffee for a couple hours. I kept remembering how well the music had helped me last night, and then the beginnings of what this might turn into began to coalesce. Concepts of a plan. lulz.

As the day went on, I've been on a roller-coaster, emotionally, with seemingly hopeful leads on a roommate not materializing, on top of my craigslist ad for a roomie getting flagged and deleted. Pretty goddamn hopeless as far as this situation is going.

Looked at the huge box of cookies I'd managed to bake last night and it hit me. I've been reblogging the "Gooood Morning, TUMBLR!" graphics every morning up until the election. The image of Robin Williams being in character calling up the role of the military DJ.

Back when I did my cafe in the mountains of NM, a friend lent me a book called "Radio Venceramos", about South American rebels who had a radio transmitter and clamped the leads to the barbed-wire fences to broadcast their signal/programming to their fellow rebels.

Still not sure how the format will work out, but I've decided: my new role is going to primarily be the voice of inspiration over the air-waves to my fellow rebels. Not sure if it will be a second blog or if it will be a continuation of PTSD, but with no further ado, I will become the Voice of my fellow rebels with:

I may make a second blog out of it, but until then I guess I'll make it a series of posts. Tumblr will let you blog up to ten videos/post, and that may be how I start things out. Consider them like stacks of 45s and LP tracks from my paul-shaffer-brain...meant to help keep spirits up and keep the focus.

Made a couple of graphics, will probably try others in the course of it.

So the message today was "You did what you had to do. Heal up for what's ahead."

I will probably start this new focus in the morning...I'm still chewin'.

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thegeminisage · 10 months ago

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as someone who wasn't around in 2014....can you tell me what it was like? (stucky) can you give me a taste of the gardens of babylon etc

what was it like...this is such a fun question i want you to know i gave serious thought to my answer and also discussed it at length with my 2014 friend last night and i know already it's gonna be so long. sorry that i answered your ask at fuck o clock in the morning i am scheduling it to go up later and also at the time you sent the ask in to make sure you see it

ok so like. i mean, you're on the fandom website, right, so i assume youve been in fandoms. idk if youve ever been in a really, REALLY big fandom, at the same time that said fandom was also producing content (even if the source material was not). think d*stiel post nov 5, or undert*le circa late 2015/early 2016, or z*lda after totk came out, or h*rry p*tter as the seventh book was being released. (i'm censoring to avoid a false positive of anybody's blacklist except in the case of the last one, which i am censoring out of <3 disrespect.) like there's something REALLY luxurious about being in ANY large and active fandom and it's mostly the power of crowdsourcing. st*r tr*k 2009's tarsus iv headcanons. the storm trooper lore re: the f*rce awakens before the second two movies came out. everyone just kind of agreeing that dean w*nchester was a teenage hooker. you know?

like, that's "just fanon," sure, but part of the beauty of it is that no one person makes up fanon, we all gather in the biggest writing group in the world and collectively go insane and bat ideas back and forth. there are a hundred THOUSAND fics about bucky barnes on ao3 and that's just the people who were writing, not even counting artists and gifmakers and meta-writers and people who just reblog stuff. i can't possibly begin to put an accurate number to how many people are in any given fandom at any given time, but imagine (on the low end, i'm sure) there are THOUSANDS, perhaps tens of thousands, of people going nuts about stevebucky at all times. tens of THOUSANDS people doing "yes and" with each other on the internet 24 hours a day seven days a week. it's just like being in any fandom, you log on to your dash and see what the mewchies posted while you were gone, but in a fandom so huge and so active you were getting bombarded with idea after idea after idea every single second, so if you don't like one you're spoiled for choice in what you engage with next. it didn't even matter that cap3 was two years away or that it sucked when it finally got here because we collectively wrote cap3 a million times over. like, genuinely, it was a mass creative exercise. it's the biggest writing group in the world. for better or worse, we were shaping our own version of that universe, without any input from or regard to the people who actually created the characters and movie, in a way that compelled most strongly to our own tastes and demographic.

what made this particular movie/fandom special though was a few things. firstly i still genuinely believe it was ahead of its time...marvel shit pre disney was allowed to be political in ways it is ABSOLUTELY not now. like, cap2 could say "the government is secretly full of nazis and they all need to burn" in 2014 two years before the 2016 election and 7 years before jan 6. like you just couldn't say that now. "war bad" is an oldie but goodie, but "our entire government is corrupt and needs to be torn into flaming pieces and cast into the potomac" is um. pretty radical. so is, by the way, "men as victims" and "men having emotions" etcetc. like, not in fandom, fandom all but invented that shit, but as far as dumb superhero movies go. i can't tell you the number of metas i read AND WROTE discussing steve rogers and masculinity and how all that was portrayed, intentionally or not, in that fucking film. i had entire separate universes built up in my head for steve who was born a cis girl and steve who decided later in life that "nonbinary" or "trans woman" was a better fit and then steve who was born as a cis boy and remained a man his whole life but felt weird and different ways about being queer which clashed with the weird and different ways BARNES felt about being queer. i'm not saying the film (or the fandom! good lord) was perfect, it was a product of its time, but it was also WAY ahead of its time too. it was weird to expect the next film to come out and actually, like, be good. it wasnt, but we fully believed it would be and that wasn't delusional behavior because the last one had been. i would never have that kind of faith in a marvel project now because they've been bought by disney.

oh yeah and that's the other thing too like. speaking of queer people. gay marriage wasn't legal in the US on a federal level until 2015, and you couldn't just flip on your TV and see them whenever you wanted. ten years doesn't seem like that long ago in the grand scheme of things but like, we lived on glee and cw/mtv queerbait (disclaimer that i personally only participated in cw queerbait) and that was it. we had crumbs. and like when people write gay characters theyre Just Gay, but if you decide to be crazy stupid in a slash fandom you can decide these layered characters are gay and that's even better rep than um whatever was going on in other pieces of media. these guys are both so lonely and out of step with time and lack other people with "shared life experiences" (girl what the hell was that) and their connection w each other keeps them afloat in a world that doesn't want them so like of COURSE it seems like it's supposed to be romantic. and like, i could and did make myself and my tumblr buds crrrazy (and got made crazy by them) thinking about:

how steve's size when small and again when big interacted w his gender identity and his sexuality and how that sexuality manifested. barnes's identity As A Man hinging on his ability to go to war for his country bc Thats What Men Did but now he's no longer fit because theres worms in his brain. loss of bodily autonomy which usually happens to women and natasha being later in that journey than steve and bucky are and so close to being at peace with it but not there yet. stigmatization of seeking treatment for mental health issues lessened by the presence of sam who could have been a Macho Tough Guy but actually gives off strong Talk About Our Feelings And Be Soft vibes. don't even get me started on the relationship (predatory) between steve and rumlow and how it parallels the one between barnes and pierce (and if any of you motherfuckers BREATHE a word of that h*dra tr*sh p*rty shit in my direction i will END you) and the stigma that comes from being preyed on when vulnerable As Men. steve's depression and ptsd and him getting triggered by, yes, the fucking ALS ice bucket challenge. the collective belief that he was conscious when he was frozen even though nobody said that so that he and barnes could have that in common too. the headcanon about barnes having roma heritage - shoutout to not easily conquered my beloved, and the 14k smut coda i wrote for it✌ speaking of smut, i would be remiss also not to mention there was a STRONG element of collective lust involved. i'm immune to 99% of it bc im ace but the winter soldier was uh. VERY graceful. you know? i didn't write 14k of porn because i was uncompelled. we were on one. we went fucking crazy. fandom in general but especially big fandoms have a kind of nonstop endless well of creative energy born from obsession that is the absolute envy of people like my mortal enemy grrm. we NEVER quit.

also, HISTORY (and other vaguely educational subjects). we were all so desperate to know how steve and bucky would have lived in the years we couldn't see them it sparked a sitewide interest in 1940s american history. there was a thing about bananas tasting different now because of a plague. m&ms being invented as wartime candy. stuff about how shoebox apartments looked and how rations worked. 1940s recipes and radio shows. the 1940s queer movement and how it interacted with ballroom dancing and private drag get-togethers. how amputations work and how prosthetic limbs work in real life so we could extrapolate it to fantasy. how to hand-draw that fucking arm in photoshop. why soldiers are trained to say their serial numbers when captured. what ww2 was like. what dog tags are for. what did they get in the ration packs. what brand of cigarettes did they smoke. what brand (and i am being so serious, i STILL own a tube) of LIPSTICK did peggy carter use. caloric intake of someone with a 4x speed metabolism and how much famine peanut butter he'd need to eat daily to keep from starving to death. oppression of irish immigrants and their children/grandchildren back in the 1940s. the difference between conservatives and fascists, back when there was a difference. what activities generally took place on these mysterious but ever-present new york city docks. just exactly HOW many terrible movies and tv shows has sebastian stan been in ranked by his resemblance to james buchanan barnes in each one. (i personally went through his entire imdb list at the time and then made a venn diagram.) electroswing! teachers and professors would have killed for their classes to have the kind of enthusiasm a bunch of mentally ill teenagers and 20-somethings on tunglr dot edu were showing about this one very specific set of subjects. this film also sparked my love of fight scenes. if you've read this fic or this fic and liked the Big Fight Scenes in them, you can thank cap2 for leading me down that path.

and then yes there was also discourse. my personal most hated thing was the above mentioned h*dra tr*sh p*rty (DO NOT GOOGLE THAT, i will just tell you it's nazi rape porn🤢 and i hope everyone involved is having a bad day today) and also the fact that SOME FUCKING PEOPLE can't understand "don't be shitheads about a fanfic where the author can see you doing it." but then ofc people were also sexist about nat and racist about sam and minimalizing those guys (and every other character besides tony really but sometimes him too) for the two white male leads was a whole thing. and on the funnier side of things you had (justifiably, i suppose) bitter st*ny fans who HATED what those two got in avengers and got real mad when stucky started outpacing them on ao3. and people complaining about the characters being too uwu soft. and then other people arguing whether or not barnes counted as disabled when he was missing a Whole arm. and THEN discourse about was it ethical to remove the arm and build him a new one ESPECIALLY without his consent (if people don't know they're being ableist in their fanfics hypothetically is it still ok to kill them with hammers?) and why was tony doing it if that guy killed his parents and is it ok that we keep making tony not that mad about his dead parents is it not enough that barnes stole his limelight as the guy who gets shipped with steve but what if all three of them fucked but can you really fuck the guy who offed your folks but ACTUALLY isn't it cringe to like tony anyway since RDJ and gwenyth paltrow are bad people and who says chris evans are sebastian stan are such good people etcetcetc. and let us not even get started on the plausibility of the avengers tower fanon after age of ultron came out and it turns out nobody became friends and they all still hated and mistrusted each other. and whether or not the avengers could be considered found family if the other characters were constantly getting shafted into being barnes's little support animals. and then ofc every once in awhile one of the actors of people involved creatively would say something ranging from mildly controversial to absolutely horrible on the internet and we'd all fight about THAT for awhile like a dog with a bone. i mean. typical infighting of any fandom tbh.

but i was very happy. it was all the most enormous thought experiment and creative endeavor (and semi-educational adventure??) that we all participated in daily for like two-ish years without stopping ever. i loved doing it. AND, when you click with a piece of media like that, you also click with other people who clicked with that same piece of media, so in addition to the sheer level of dopamine going into my brain at all times i also formed decade-long friendships that will certainly last the entirety of my lifetime, and when we're in our 90s in nursing homes i will be able to say, "we are friends because i wrote 14k of smut for your fanfic" or "we are friends because i couldn't get enough of your gifsets" or whatever because you know, we quite literally went to stucky together.

#liz answers asks #anonymous #personal

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moviesbuff · 4 years ago

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Taken

When TK is taken hostage on a call, Carlos and Owen do everything they can to get him back safe.

Huge thanks to my good friend @a1kitkat for encouraging me to write this. And correcting my many mistakes. Any remaining mistakes are my own. This is my first fic ever. Likes and reblogs are much appreciated.

Marjan looked up from her book; TK had been on his phone since their shift started.

“How’s it going with Carlos?” Marjan eventually asked. And TK smiled innocently.

“It’s great. He’s great.”

“Are you blushing?” Marjan gently teased and TK laughed, his eyes alight with happiness. “I’m happy that you’re happy, TK. You deserve it.”

He smiled, still blushing but before he could say another word, the alarm began to sound, signaling an incoming call.

They immediately sprung into action, heading to the truck with the rest of the team. Owen grabbed the radio for an update, reports weren't clear but he told the team to be prepared for anything though it was suspected a person was in distress on a balcony.

"Possible jumper?" Marjan asked.

"Not sure, we'll find out when we get there," Owen replied. "Police are enroute too."

TK tried to mask his smile, knowing the officer being dispatched could potentially be Carlos. He loved catching glimpses of him while on duty.

When they arrived, they saw a man lying down on a balcony.

“He’s not moving. Judd, get on the ladder and bring him down. TK, Mateo, Paul set up an airbag just in case. Marjan, be ready to assess him for injuries.” Owen told his team.

as Judd was on the ladder going up to the victim, he radioed Owen “I see someone on the ground on the other side, I think he fell from the balcony.”

“Yeah, Copy that. I’ll send TK and Marjan to check it out.” Owen told Judd.

Carlos pulled up just as TK and Marjan left to check on their second victim. Carlos came up to Owen and Owen filled him in on the situation.

TK and Marjan found the second victim behind some trees. Marjan immediately checked for a pulse, she looked up at TK and shook her head. On his belt, they saw a badge. The victim was a cop. She reached her radio “Captain, He’s dead.”

“Ok, Don't move his body. Just get back here and help set up the airbag.” Owen responded. TK and Marjan rushed back to the team.

Judd reached the balcony and started towards the unconscious victim but as he reached to check his pulse, was surprised when he began to move. His priority now being to reassure him, keep him calm, make sure he was alright. "Are you ok, sir? Are you hurt?

"No. I'm fine." The man looked down right away, he saw two firefighters around the dead cop's body. And a cop car was already there.

"All right, then just take my hand and come on the ladder." The man took a look at Judd, and then at the airbag on the ground, and jumped.

On the ground, everyone was surprised when they saw the victim had jumped on the airbag instead of coming down on the ladder with Judd's help. TK went to help the man but he pulled a gun and pointed it at TK.

“Don’t move.” He said. He turned TK around and put his left arm around TK’s neck, his gun on TK’s head. Carlos immediately pulled his gun and pointed it at the man holding TK hostage.

“If anyone moves, I will kill him.”

“Drop your gun and release your hostage.” Carlos yelled.

“That’s not gonna happen.” The man said while taking a look around to see how he could get out of there. He was at least six inches taller than TK and kept TK up with his arm around his neck which made TK stand up on his toes.

“You don't wanna do this.” Owen said.

“Don’t be stupid. You can’t get out of this. Let him go.” Carlos yelled again.

“Put your gun on the ground. Or I will kill him right now.”

Carlos looked at Owen’s pleading eyes and then back at TK, and afraid the man might hurt his boyfriend, he put his gun on the ground.

"Ok, I'm putting my gun on the ground."

"Now Kick it away."

Carlos did as he was told and kicked the gun away.

The man pulled TK towards the truck and pushed him inside, TK sat in the driver’s seat. “Drive.” He said pointing the gun at his head.

“I don’t have a license to drive the truck.”

He put the gun on TK’s temple and said “Drive right now.”

TK started driving.

Carlos ran to his squad car and just as he was about to start the car, Owen sat in the passenger’s seat. “Let’s go.” Owen said. Carlos knew there was no way he could get Owen to stay out of this so he started the car and they started following the truck. Carlos radioed for back up.

In the fire truck, TK was nervous. He kept thinking about when he got shot. He didn't want to go through that again. He tried to focus on his breathing and staying calm. The gunman looked in the side mirror at all the cars following them, then looked at TK and said “If the police catch up to us, I’m killing you first. Drive faster. And turn on the siren.”

Behind them, Carlos and Owen were trying to figure out what to do. Owen picked up his radio “TK? TK come in.”

The gunman looked over at TK. “Are you TK?”

TK nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s my Captain.”

The gunman picked up the radio. “What do you want with him, Captain?”

“Listen, man. You’ve got a truck and you managed to escape. Now just let my man go. Ok?”

“We’re driving really fast. If I let him go now, he’ll break his arms and legs.”

Carlos looked angry. His nostrils were flaring. Memories of last time TK was hurt immediately filled his mind. Owen was agitated but tried to remain in control of his feelings. It was the only way he could get his son back.

At this point, there were a dozen police cars chasing the truck. And a news helicopter was in the air.

At the 9-1-1 call center, Grace watched the chase on TV. She could see that was the truck from 126 but she didn't know exactly what was going on. Right then, she got a call from Judd. "Oh, baby. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, baby. Don't worry about me."

"What is happening? Why are all these police cars chasing your truck?"

"It's TK. He's in danger."

On TV, she could see that the truck was stopping. "Judd, they're pulling over."

The gunman pulled TK out of the truck and into a restaurant. Once inside, he fired two shots in the air. "Everyone get on the ground." He looked at TK "Barricade that door" Then he turned around and ordered one of the waiters to help him. The restaurant wasn't packed but besides the staff, there were some customers in there. He ordered them all to get on the ground and he got TK to collect their phones.

Outside, the police surrounded the place and started evacuating the nearby buildings. Carlos called for a hostage negotiator and a SWAT team.

The hostage negotiator showed up in a few minutes. "Talk to me. What do we have?"

"One gunman. He killed a cop at his apartment. Unknown number of hostages inside. One of them is a firefighter." Carlos told him.

The negotiator called the restaurant.

The gunman was keeping an eye on the hostages and trying to come up with a plan when the phone rang. “Finally.” He picked up the phone after letting it ring for a few seconds.

"Hello. This is Seargent Parker, Austin PD. Who is this?"

“Listen to me very carefully. I want a dark SUV and I want you to get out of my way so I can leave. If you don’t give me what I want, I’m gonna start killing hostages. And I’ll start with the firefighter.”

“First I need to know the hostages are ok.”

“They are all ok. Just get me a car.”

“I need to talk to my boss. Give me an hour.”

“You have thirty minutes.”

After the gunman hung up, TK tried to talk to him. “Maybe you should just surrender. I don’t think you can get out of this.”

The gunman walked towards TK, grabbed him, forced him up and pushed him against the wall. “I killed a cop. There's only one way out of this for me. You better pray they do as I asked. If they don’t, I’m killing you first.” He hit TK over the head with his gun. His head started bleeding and he fell on the ground.

The gunman started pacing the room and peeking through the window to get a view of the outside. TK felt his eyes getting heavy, and try as he might, he couldn't stay awake any longer.

TK woke up with the sound of a gunshot. He looked around and saw the gunman was on the floor. A sniper must have taken him out. He could barely keep his eyes open. In a second, there were cops coming in the place from everywhere and Carlos was by his side, holding TK’s face in his hands, "What happened to your head?" TK was in shock and he was tired. He couldn't answer him. He couldn't say anything. He finally gave in and fell asleep. Carlos hugged TK close to him and called for a medic.

The medics helped TK out and took him to an ambulance. Owen showed up and held his son's hand firmly. "How is he?"

"He has a head wound. We're taking him to the hospital." One of the medics replied.

Next time TK opened his eyes, he was at the hospital, and Carlos was by his side. "Carlos." He tried to sit up but he felt dizzy and had to lie back down. Carlos stood up and helped TK settle back in. "Don't move, babe. The doctors patched up your head and did some tests. You're gonna be ok. They want to keep you for 24 hours to make sure you don't have a concussion. Owen's here, too. He's talking to the doctor."

Right then, Owen walked back in to see TK awake "Son, You need to stop scaring us like this."

TK laughed "No promises."

When the doctors discharged him, Carlos and Owen drove him home.

That night, as TK got ready for bed, he walked into his bedroom, and saw that Carlos was in his bed and under the covers. "I asked Owen to spend the night." Carlos explained. TK smiled and curled up next to him.

As they laid in bed, and Carlos held TK in his arms, TK fell asleep feeling safe.

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boy-blu3 · 5 years ago

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Stiches- Peter Parker

Author: nerdymoose

Pairing: Peter x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Peter comes back from a mission, that the reader didn't go on, extremely injured. To the point where the reader almost loses him...

A/n: My requests are always open, ask me to write something! Reblogs and feedback are always welcome. Please don't steal my work! Enjoy! ❤❤

Warnings: ANGST!!

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Y/n has been waiting a whole week, she was in the compound by herself, everyone had protested on the Avenger going because she was still healing from the last mission. But that also meant she went a week without Peter, her boyfriend.

So when Tony had called her yesterday saying that they would be back today she was excited.

"Tony and the others are back, Y/n." F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke through the intercome in her room.

She smiled, that means Peter was back. She jumped off of her bed and ran to the common room.

Before she even could walk through the door she heard shouting, but it sounded panicked.

"Oh no." She mumbled, she knew nothing good could come out of hearing Tony's panicked yells. "Hey guys, wha-"

"Keep her out of here!" Tony interrupts, ordering Sam and Bucky to pull her out of the room.

As they advanced towards her, getting ready to grab her, they grabbed at air. "What the fuck happened?!" They heard behind them realizing that she teleported.

"Oh my god! Peter!" She crouched next to the couch holding Peter's face. It being bruised, with dried on his forehead and lips.

She checked his pulses, very slowly his heart was beating. She felt the familiar sting of tears behind her eyes, starting to pool at the bottom of them. She pressed the spider in the middle of his suit, seeing it loosen it's hold on his body, she did her best pulling it down, only to reveal more cuts and bruises.

"Grab my first aid kit." She ordered no one in particular. She saw his chest rise and fall, realizing he was taking quick, but shallow breaths. "It's going to be okay, Peter, I'm gonna take care of you." She whispered as she was given her first aid kit.

She did her best stiching each cut one by one, despite her shaking hands and tearful eyes. She knew Peter needed her, whether he said it himself or not, so she was going to be there for him, no matter what.

The extreme bleeding had stopped, the bruises were healing, which made her let out a sigh of relief.

But what was worrying her was that he still hadn't woken up.

It's been three hours.

She sat there holding his hand, waiting. Waiting for him to open his eyes or squeeze her hand back. Any indication that he was going to be okay. Nothing.

The tears still remain to stream down her face. "Come on, Peter, wake up."

"Please~" Her reassuring whispers turned into pleading whimpers.

For the first time in her life she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to help, she had done everything she could.

She let out a shaky breath, getting up from her spot next to the couch. The feeling of pin and needles wash over her legs, due to her sitting on them for so long. She stumbled her way to the kitchen, knowing that's where everyone else was.

The room went silent at her presence, everyone's gaze falling on her. "Cap can you help me take Peter into his room?" Her voice sounding broken, something so unusual to the rest of them, since they were used to her more sassy and bubly personality. It broke their hearts seeing her like this.

Steve nodded, "of course, Y/n." He walked with her back to the common room.

Steve gently carried Peter, while she took everything else. Steve put him down on Peter's bed, watching as Y/n set a glass of water on his bedside table. "He's going to be okay. He's strong."

She nodded, a small, sad smile appeared on her face. "Thanks, Cap." He gave her a reassuring hug before leaving the room.

Time had went by and he still wasn't awake. Tony had said just give him time, that he needs to heal. Everyone else say things similar.

She hasn't moved, still beside him holding his hand, waiting. Her tears had run dry, her anxiety through the roof, her eyelids were getting heavier by the minute. The control to stay awake was slipping through her finger tips.

She laid her head on the bed, her arm as a pillow. Her thumb rubbing back and forth on his knuckles, her eyes slipping closed.

But they didn't stay closed for long, she felt a slight squeeze of her hand. She didn't know if it was real or just a figment of her imagination, but she had to find out.

"Peter?" She stood up, leaning over him. She felt another squeeze. Even if he was hurt she couldn't help but smile at the sign that he regained consciousness. "Please, baby. Wake up."

He groaned, every bone and muscle sore. His eyes slowly opening, Y/n fully stood up, moving the light away from him to not strain his eyes but enough to still see in the room.

"Y/n?" His voice raspy from lack of use. Instead of answering him, she helped him sit up and handed him the glass of water.

"Here, drink up. You lost a lot of blood." She felt the tears threaten to escape, but she held them, not wanting to show her vulnerability at the moment.

He hummed, gulping down the entire glass of water. He set the glass down, "how long was out for?"

"Eight hours." She answered blantly. "You scared the hell out of me." She looked down.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't know how bad it was, otherwise I- I would have told Karen to inform you. I thought I was going to be able to heal fast enough. B- but then I just blacked out, I guess." As he was talking he didn't notice that she was sliding closer, until she was straddling him, holding him close aware of his injuries.

"I thought I was going to lose you." She let out a shaky breath as she cried, her head buried in his neck.

"No no no, baby, never. You're never going to lose me okay. You're stuck with me, okay?" He held her tightly, crying at the sight of her.

She nodded, not moving to let go of him. "Baby?" He asked once she calmed down.

"Hm" She moved to look at him.

"Can- can I go take a shower?" He looked at her as she scanned his features just like she did every time she looked at him.

"No. You're not leaving my side for the next 24 hours." She pouted and cuddled back into him.

He chuckled, "what if we take a shower together?"

"I can't argue with that." She moved to get off of him but he held her waist.

"I love you." He whispered, she smiled, only hearing those words come from him a few times, usually before a mission. Never in a state like this, where they're at peace and nothing is trying to kill them.

She leaned in and kissed him, not caring about how dry or chapped his lips were, she loved them. She loved him. The kiss was filled with nothing but passion and pure love, it was slow and sweet, a kiss that if it lasted forever she wouldn't mind.

"I love you too."

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I posted 29 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 0.3 posts.

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My Top Posts in 2021

Claustrophobia || N.H.

As someone with worldwide fame like Niall, coping with Claustrophobia is hard. Especially when you get mobbed.

The first time you noticed his claustrophobia was during one of your dates. You had decided to go to a carnival. Everything was going smoothly until the peak hour. You knew it would be bad if you were caught in the crowd just not how bad. In the first few seconds Niall gripped your hand and held you close to him. Slowly his hands started sweating and you could hear him hyperventilate.

"Niall, are you okay?" You asked him giving his hand a light squeeze.

"(Y/N)-" He tried to continue but he was breathing way too heavily to speak properly. You navigated through the crowd dragging him along with you. Finally when you got out, you grabbed a bottle, opened it and handed it over to Niall. You led him to a chair and let him sit down. You didn't speak letting him collect himself. You both sat in silence for about 10 minutes before he finally said something.

"(Y/N)? I should've told you earlier. I'm claustrophobic. Before you start fussing, I'm okay now." You kinda saw it coming. Niall always got a little paranoid in plane rides but you didn't say anything. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"You should have," You agreed, " but I'm glad you told me. Next time no secrets, okay?" The boy agreed and smiled at you. "Can I hug you?" You asked, to which he opened his arms wide gesturing for you to hug him.

He took a deep breath and muttered an "I love you" in your ear.

"Love you too, Niall."

God knows how for how long you hugged each other for. The only thing that you did know was that you two felt safe in the other's arms.

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Fake date || Percy Jackson

Percy and (Y/N) are high school mortals

Percy's POV

"So you're gonna ask me out on a fake date, just so that all your fangirls leave you alone? It'll never work! They know we're BEST FRIENDS!" (Y/N) screamed, flailing her arms dramatically.

"I know, but pleeeaaasseeeee. It's worth a try!" I argued back.

"Fine" (Y/N) grumbled.

"So meet you at school tomorrow."

"Goodbye" (Y/N) sighed dramatically. Jeez someone should create a crown for Miss. Drama Queen...

She looks so hot.

Yup folks, even if I've asked her out on a fake date, I have fallen for my best friend.

-----Next day just after school----

I and (Y/N) locked eyes and headed towards my "secret" admirers.

We started our act "(Y/N), I've been meaning to tell you this for quite some time...I like you...like really REALLY like you...so will you go out with me?" I asked with a faint blush on my face.

"Yes..." (Y/N) had a tinge of red on her cheeks too. Did she like me? Nah...she probably has good acting skills...

"Meet you tonight at 7, Imma pick you up...and wear something nice," I said getting out of school boundaries with (Y/N). The fangirls seemed to hear every word we said.

"Oh, so my usual clothes don't fit your description of nice?" She joked.

"(Y/N)! You know what I mean, just wear casual stuff" I grumbled as I lightly smacked her arm. She suppressed a giggle. Even her suppressed giggle was so cute!!

----Time skip to 5 o'clock----

(Y/N)'s POV

"Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods! OH MY G-"

"(Y/N), calm down!", Annabeth, one of my BFFs, was seriously annoyed.

"But Annie..."

"Don't call me that"

"Fine...BUT PERCY ASKED ME ON A DATE!!!" I paused for a moment after looking at her expression, "I mean, I know it's a fake date, but gotta make it count, eh?"

"C'mere", she opened her arms wide, signaling for a hug. Was it that obvious I was disappointed? I hugged her. "Let's get you ready"

The door burst open and I let go of Annabeth. "Piper?", Another one of my BFFs (I know, I have a lot!)

"Yup! I Heard Percy finally asked you a date!!!" Piper burst my eardrums.

"But it's not a real date! He doesn't love me like that!" I argued.

Piper's POV

I and Annabeth shared a knowing glance. She gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile.

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