#aunt in hospital with a broken leg

[totallyfluxd]

wondered why I felt so tired, and then I came to bed and sat here in the quiet and fucking hell is the anxiety and stress doing a number on me

[irondadfics]

Hello! I was wondering if you could find me a/some fics that have a seriously injured or very sick Peter that also have him going to the hospital? Thank you!

here’s some for you! Some are unfinished but still worth checking out

Friendly Fire by JolinarJackson

Finding a careful truce with the government, the “rogue Avengers” are allowed to return to the Compound where they are put under house arrest. Peter coming to spend one week at the Compound during his summer break couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time as the opportunity to bond a little more with his mentor is overshadowed by a conflict he doesn’t quite understand. When he starts to develop a mysterious medical condition, however, the former team is forced to work together – not just to protect Peter’s identity from the DODC, but also to find the cause for his illness before it’s too late. “He’s my kid,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. “He’s my kid and I failed him.” He covered his eyes and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. “All I ever do is fail him.” Natasha knelt down in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, waiting for him to meet her eyes before she said, “Right now, he doesn’t need you to fix this. He doesn’t need you down here. He needs you over there, in the medbay, by his side.” She thumbed tears from the corners of his eyes and ignored the ones running down her own face. “You haven’t failed him yet.”

A Pair of White Converse by orphan_account

The subway car was quiet. Almost too quiet. Peter’s senses buzzed in the silence. A familiar shiver ran down his spine, and his muscles clenched reflexively. There was danger, his spidey-sense told him that much. But where? Someone sneezed into a tissue before clearing their throat gruffly, and the noise grated in Peter’s over-sensitive ears. A woman in a business suit chattered away on her phone, her voice brusque and commanding. She reminded him of Pepper when she was in a meeting - poised, well-aware of the power she held. Somebody was tapping their nails against the hard plastic of the empty seat beside them in a steady rhythm, almost like a countdown. Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. ~~~ TRIGGER WARNING: if something about bombs or explosions on trains triggers you, then please don't read. Take care of yourself.

Happy Binky, the big-ass bunny by Bergen

Even Spider-Man had his limits. One of those limits was a fall from over a hundred feet, that left him with a cracked skull, a broken spine and a severely crushed left leg. Spider-Man is recovering and out of the running. But he gets no rest. Because now, Peter Parker is facing his greatest threat so far: his aunt’s new boyfriend, Happy. And everyone says Happy is a good guy. Happy is a good guy. So Peter isn’t sure why the whole thing makes him feel on edge.

That's why they call me mr. fahrenheit by SparrowFlight246

Peter’s on fire. He wakes up fast, and before he even gets the chance to feel the pain, the aches, the dizziness, he feels the heat. It’s all encompassing, a raging inferno blooming from within him and burning him up from the inside out, and god, it— —god, it hurts. - Peter gets whammied by a 24-hour superbug, and Tony’s left to keep him alive until tomorrow morning. It sounds a hell of a lot easier than it ends up being.

If You Should Die Before Me (Reserve Me A Place In Heaven) by Aurealis

Peter is locked in a flooding cave in and Tony tries to rescue him.

How They Perceive You by ephemeralstark

Peter couldn't finish as the doors to the room they were in flew open and a shaky “you can't go in there,” could be heard.  “Hey, Underoos, fancy meeting you in here!” Mr. Stark said cheerfully, although Peter could see the tenseness in his jaw and the hardness in his eyes that made him mentally groan.  “M-Mr. Star’.” Peter mumbled in greeting.  “Mr. Stark, you can't-”  “-be in here.” Mr. Stark said, interrupting Dr. Kat. “I know, they told me, but judging by what I can see here, it’s a good thing I ignored everyone. That won’t work on him.”  “It’s anaesthetic.”  “I know.” Mr. Stark said. “And it won’t work on him, he’s a funky thing, aren’t you Underoos?”  - Peter's lung spontaneously collapses and Happy does the only thing he can - takes Peter to a regular hospital.

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by edgeofthegalaxy

In which Tony finds himself taking care of a very sick Peter Parker and things are quickly going downhill.

Peter Parker and Peppermint Don't Mix by spidermanstan

“The reaction seems to be in response to peppermint, boss.” Friday supplied. “Peppermint is known to repel spiders, and can be lethal in large quantities.”  Or In which Peter gives Tony and the gang a rather festive health scare on Christmas Eve

Cyanide? In My Shawarma? by losingmymindtonight

Pepper convinces Tony to bring Peter along on his first dinner with the Rogue Avengers since their pardoning. Poor Tony had thought the whole thing was a recipe for disaster before someone decided to shove some cyanide in his food.

Bohemian Rhapsody by Aurealis, orphan_account

It happened on the route to Avengers Compound for training. Now, Tony Stark lives in the fear of losing the one he would die protecting.

five and one by cinnamontoastcronch

Six times Peter Parker finds himself in a hospital.

A Twisted Upheaval by silentsaebyeok

“I’m afraid, Harrison, you’ve awakened a sleeping giant.” Wilson said. “Tony Stark will do anything and everything to protect those he loves. And with your carelessness, it is inevitable that my criminal empire will be brought to its knees. This is your last opportunity, your last chance to get this right. He is on our radar now.” -- The Kingpin runs the criminal underworld. He is the mastermind and the puppeteer. Tony Stark has been trying to find the elusive gangster for years, but with no luck. But then Peter Parker is kidnapped by an agent of the Kingpin’s, revealing the cracks in an otherwise unshakeable organization. Unlikely alliances form and friendships are made as the criminal underworld begins to unravel.

You always get back up (and I'll catch you when you fall) by SuperHeroTiger

Chapter 1: Day 1: Hanging

Peter Parker always gets back up. But sometimes, he falls, and it hurts, and he breaks. Thankfully Tony Stark is always there to help pull him back to his feet...

[elimoskowitzs-wife]

Hiii can you do headcannons for hawk and robby where reader breaks a bone and they help look after you and is just so much fluff and so sweet and just helps reader with the pain can you do she/her pronouns

Hope it's OK I know you do hawk but is it okay that you do robby aswell :)

Hello yes I'm completely fine I can do the headcannons on both hawk and robby if it's bad I'm really sorry as I haven't wrote for robby

Broken bone cobra kai headcannons hawk and robby

Warnings-fluff, broken bone, crying, medication, pain

Robby

When you fell out the tree playing hide and seek with your cousins he panicked when he gets a message your in hospital

You was sat in the waiting room your aunt and cousins was sat next to you

Your arm was a bruised and you was sat holding your wrist to keep your arm up

You was sat shaking crying in pain

Robby came in and saw you so panicked

'are you okay have you had a xray yet' robby panicked which brought a smile on your face

When you got called in for the xray you sat with your arm under the machine

Robby rapped his arm around your shoulders from your good side

You got given a sling and a splint the doctor putting them on you

Robby told you slings wasn't that bad from when he was in one

You got put on medication that you had to take every 4 hours

You was sat on the sofa hugging robby when your aunt came in with the medication you pretended to sleep

This boy made you take it he wasn't letting any refusal come past him

Everytime you winced in pain he'd hush you and sway you

When your falling asleep he will protect your arm from landing on it at all costs

He refuses anything to touch it

He comes to every physiotherapy session

Comes to every doctors appointment

And is so protective over you

Hawk

You was at the dojo sparring with a cobra when they kicked your ankle a bit too hard

You fell like a lamp and said you was fine

You couldn't put pressure on it but refused to show pain

Hawk saw you biting your lip from pain

When sensei Lawrence made you all put pressure on your supporting leg you couldn't and your leg buckled

Hawk ran to you and took you in the office when he saw your ankle

It was badly bruised and he pulled your gii leg up and saw the bruising

He lost his shit not knowing wether to help you or beat the shit out the cobra

He helped you walk out of the dojo and sat you in his car

His hand was resting on your thigh

You tried to put weight on it and couldn't

He would genuinely pick you up to stop you from putting weight on it

He'd wait for the xray to be done and wait for the results with you

When you got a boot put on he could tell you hated it

When you sat in the dojo because you couldn't do sports for 6-8 weeks he'd keep pretending to loose his breathe to sit with you

He would keep helping with everything

Overall he'd be so gentle even kissing you which is on the opposite side of your body he wouldn't go feral it would just be gentle and sweet kissing

He would put timers on for taking your medication and would force it down you

[applejuicefruit]

Kylian and reader where she has a car crash? I love your fluff but I need something that can make me cry 😫😫😫😫

This is pure ANGST i’m sorry😫

I don’t know if i’ll make part 2

One more chance

Kylian’s P.O.V.

Last 5 minutes before the match ended and I just scored my second goal of the night. Unfortunately my girlfriend couldn’t be here tonight to celebrate with me. She was at his aunt birthday party and we both know that family is more important than everything. Plus she hasn’t seen her aunt since she moved here in Paris with me so when she asked me if she could miss my game to see her family I couldn’t tell her no, she was so excited to see them again.

I was celebrating our PSG victory with my teammates in the changing room when I received the call I wish I never received.

“Hello, this is Kylian” I answered the moment my phone rang. It was an unknown number but something told me I should answer.

“Good evening, this is nurse Marie from Saint-Louis hospital” when she said that she was calling from the hospital my heart missed a beat “you are the first emergency contact on miss y/n l/n phone, we are contacting you to let you know that y/n had a car accident and she is currently in our care”.

My phone dropped from my hand.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian?” Neymar called me and everyone in the changing room looked at me.

I couldn’t speak.

I heard the nurse from the hospital keep calling my name but I felt going numb. I couldn’t do anything.

“Ky? What’s going on?” I heard Hakimi asking me.

“Y/n…she…y/n” I kept saying but I couldn’t form a sentence.

Neymar took my phone and spoke with the nurse but I couldn’t heard anything.

“She had an accident” Ney said while speaking with the nurse “she is in a critical state” he said kneeling in front of me.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian look at me” Neymar said grabbing my shoulders “try to copy me” and I started coping is breathing.

“I need to go…to…she needs me” I say trying to be calmer.

“It’s okay we’re coming with you” Hakimi said and Neymar agreed with him.

They took me to the hospital, Hakimi driving at inhuman speed.

When we got there I ran to the front desk asking for information. They told me she was still being taken care of and that I couldn’t see her now so I had to wait.

But I couldn’t wait.

I needed to hold her.

The nurse took us into the ward she was hospitalised and made us wait in the waiting area.

Ten minutes later I saw one of the doctors that was in y/n room coming out from the door.

He saw us and came towards us.

“What happened?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“A drunk man didn’t stop at the sign and went full speed into y/n’s car” he said calmly “we’re still medicating her, she’s in a serious state right now. She has a broken leg, a few broken ribs, a concussion…” he paused and I knew there was more “…she has lost a lot of blood from her head and her right lung is injured…at the moment she can’t breathe on her own…I’ll let you know if something changes” he said but I stopped before he could go.

“Can I see her?” I say almost crying.

I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of my friends. I’ve always strong in front of everyone, I didn’t want to show my emotions but this time I couldn’t hold it.

“I’m afraid not…she still being medicated. I’ll let you know when you can see her” he said going back to her room.

I sat down on one of the bench that was in the waiting area and I started crying. I didn’t care if other people saw me. Neymar sat next to me while Hakimi knelt down in front of me. Both of them trying to calm me down.

“It’s going to be okay” Neymar said trying to be positive “she’s strong, you know her”

“I can’t lose her…I can’t…I needed to be there with her but I wasn’t!”

“Ky calm down please” Hakimi said putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I can’t…I just…what if she doesn’t make it? I just…I can’t lose her, I don’t want to lose her” I said fully on tears right now.

Neymar and Achraf didn’t care if I was crying. They stayed next to me.

The team asked Neymar for news but truth was we didn’t know anything.

After a couple of hours Neymar had to go home to his kid so I was waiting with Hakimi.

4 hours.

It took the doctors and the nurses 4 hours to exit y/n’s room.

The doctor came up to me telling me that I could visit her.

Just me.

In the meantime Hakimi called her family and my family telling them what happed.

The moment I got into her room everything stopped.

She was laying there with her face and arms covered in bruises with a machine helping her breathe.

I sat next to her and I took her fragile and small hand into mine.

“Come back to me” I said while kissing her hand “please…wake up” I continued kissing her hand “I want to see your beautiful eyes again, please open your eyes babe” I said knowing she couldn’t hear me.

I stayed there just holding her hand and whispering soft words for about three hours when Hakimi knocked on the door letting me know that our families were here but I couldn’t go out. I couldn’t see her family. I promised them I would have always protect her and now she’s here because I wasn’t with her. I was being a coward but I couldn’t face them. She’s their only child, I can’t imagine what they’re going through.

I stayed in her room.

For hours.

Hours became days and days became weeks and she still didn’t wake up.

Everyone knew that happened. The whole world knew what happened.

Fans became suspicious when I missed three games in a row. I knew I couldn’t miss more games and that the team needed me so I took all of my anger out in the field helping the team winning every single match.

Before and after practice I would visit her. Everytime after a match. Every night instead of sleeping in our bed I slept on the couch next to her bed hoping that someday she would wake up.

She was in a coma. As the doctors said.

They don’t know when she will wake up. Or if she will wake up.

It’s been a month now.

The police found the man who caused the accident and put him in jail but honestly I wish he was dead.

Everytime I open Insta I see people posting about us and it makes me cry even harder.

Y/n is a good soul. People love her. My fans love her. She didn’t deserve this.

Like every morning I go into her room and I stay with her for an hour before going to training.

Like every morning I sit next to her and I hold her hand.

“Mon amour…I know you can’t hear me…but I need you to wake up please…” I say kissing her forehead. My tears wetting her face.

“I need you sweetheart…I need you back home with me…it doesn’t even feel like home without you. I miss your laugh and your bad jokes” I say trying to light up the mood a little bit “I miss your terrible cooking, I miss everytime you sings your american songs, I miss waking up next to you and hugging you, I miss doing your hair in the morning when you’re too tired to do it by yourself…I-I miss your kisses and your hugs and the feel of your body under mine…I just can’t think of what I would do if you’ll never wake up…I miss you, come back to me please” I say now fully crying.

It was time for me to leave so, like every morning I left hoping to see her awake when I come back.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 12: Bloodied & Broken

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy continues to wait with bated breathe to see if Lucy will actually wake up.

Word Count: 3,170

Notes: Warnings for depictions of injuries and hospitals.

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Chapter 3: Trinkets

Tommy watched Esme move about the hospital room warily, bag slung over one shoulder and skirts swishing around her ankles. Adjusting the papers she’d handed him the moment she walked in, he crossed one leg over the other, balancing them against his knee.

Esme touched a fingertip to a leaf from the bouquet Ada had dropped by, now settled in a vase on Lucy’s bedside table. She picked up the stuffed bear where it was propped up against the vase, and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Cute.”

“It’s from Ada,” he said, before she could get any ideas. Esme’s eyes sparkled a little with amusement as she set the bear back down. 

“I brought some things,” she reached into her bag, and pulled out a black madonna. “I know neither you or her really believe,” she looped the twine that held the pendant around the vase. “But I do.”  

Tommy hummed, watching her movements analytically. He was more on his guard this time. Not allowing himself to make the mistake of relaxing like he had with Ada. 

“And I brought some other things too. That might help. For luck and healing,” she started to dig deeper into her bag, carefully setting down little trinkets onto the table. Tommy fiddled with the edges of the papers while he watched her. It was a nice thought. And couldn’t hurt. 

It had been a couple days since Lucy had come out of surgery, and she still hadn’t woken up yet. They could use all the luck they could get.   

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he looked down at his lap. “Thank you, Esme.”

She shot him a sage look. “My brains would likely be splattered across the betting shop wall if it weren’t for her,” she set the last little trinket down with a clink. “I owe her a debt.”

“Still. I know she’d appreciate it.”

Adjusting the strap on her shoulder, she nodded slowly. Her eyes flitted around the room, pausing on the cot set up beside Lucy’s bed. Where he’d been sleeping for the past couple of nights. 

Well, ‘sleeping’ was perhaps a generous term. He only dozed for fleeting moments at a time, constantly jerking awake at the slightest sounds coming from the hallway outside the room, or to check to make sure Lucy was okay. The nurses, after realizing that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, had briefed him on the signs to keep an eye out for regarding infection or brain bleeding. That way he could call for them if he noticed anything. 

Eager to change the subject, he coughed into his fist, pulling a pen from his pocket to make marks and scribble his signature on the papers she’d brought. “How are things at the shop?”

“Fine. John and Arthur fixed the door. Put these big, fancy new locks on it. No one should be able to bust in like that again.”

“Good.”

He could feel Esme’s eyes boring into the side of his head while he finished marking up the papers she’d handed him.

“Polly wants to know if you have any idea when you will be back yet.”

His teeth grinded together at the mention of his aunt.

“I don’t think she’s trying to be presumptuous. She genuinely is just wondering. Some of the men get a little weird, you know. When they have to take orders from a woman.”

“I’m sure Polly can handle them.”

“Of course she can. She just wants to know for how long.”

“Yeah, well,” he sighed, scribbling the last signature and gathering the papers back up into a neat pile to hand to her. “I don’t know yet.”

Esme tucked the papers back into her bag, then looked at him, head angled a little to the side. Then she looked back over at Lucy. Taking a step forward, she gently rested her fingertips on Lucy’s forehead, murmuring something in Romani, too quietly under her breath for Tommy to hear. After a moment, she stepped back. 

“It’s nice for you to stay with her like this.”

Tommy shrugged awkwardly. “I promised I wouldn’t leave her,” he blinked, a little surprised at the admittance. Esme hummed.

“The others don’t always see things so clearly. I think Ada is starting to piece things together a little more, but she’s so busy with Freddie and Karl she’s not here enough to really see…”

Tommy shot her a sharp look. “See what?”

Esme did not balk at the challenge in his voice. Reaching out, she took his hand, opening his palm, and tracing her fingertips along the line of the scar covering it. 

“I noticed that yours and hers matched the first day we met,” she said softly, dropping his hand and lifting her own, fingers splayed so he could plainly see the scar on her own palm. “Just like me and John’s do.”

“Esme…” he warned, but she still didn’t back down.

“Don’t treat me as an idiot, Thomas. I know what a blood bond means.”

He closed his mouth, jaw working as he processed Esme’s words. “Have you told anyone?”

She snorted. “Of course not. But they’re not blind, Thomas. There’s no way Polly hasn’t noticed the matching scars on both of your palms.”

“I know.”

“John thinks you’re just fucking her. Arthur is oblivious. Ada is finally starting to put things together. Polly…Polly is still in denial a little, I think.”

“Denial?”

At his sharp gaze, her eyes just sparkled with mirth and sage wisdom. “She’s still clinging to a scrap of hope that Lucy doesn’t really mean all that much to you.”

“Is it really that terrible that I’ve actually managed to find someone who makes me happy?”

“For her? Yes, I think it would be. It threatens her position in the family. It means that there’s another woman in your life that you listen to even more than her.” 

“Fucking hell…”

“If it makes you feel any better, I think that Lucy saving our asses might’ve softened Polly just a tiny fraction in regards to her.”

Tommy shot her an unconvinced look. Esme cocked her head, dark, wise eyes assessing him uncannily. 

“You’re angry with her.”

“What was your first hint?” he asked sarcastically, leaning back in his chair with a huff. He looked back at Lucy, still sleeping. There was little more color to her cheeks, and her breaths seemed stronger. Not as shallow. “She could have at least sent some fucking flowers or something.”

“I don’t think it’s malicious. She’s just too proud for her own good, sometimes. All you Shelbys are. I see it in John too, on occasion. Maybe she just figures that the best thing she can do for you both is focus on running things so you don’t have to worry about anything regarding the business and can just focus on Lucy…”

Tommy shook his head. “I know how Polly feels about Lucy, Esme. Just like I know that once Polly’s made up her mind about someone, you’d sooner be more likely to convince a mountain to move than to get her to change her mind. She’d sooner knowingly drink poison than purposefully do something nice for her.”

“I think you’re being a little pessimistic.”

“I suppose we’ll see, eh?” 

Esme shrugged. “I ought to be getting back. John took the kids out to the fair, but they’ll be home for supper soon.”

“Right,” he rubbed his hands together, fingertips unconsciously tracing the bump of the scar on his palm, where the blade had sunk into his flesh and cut deep, before he and Lucy entwined their fingers together, wounds pressed tight to each other, blood pouring and running through one another’s veins. 

An unbreakable, sacred bond. Forever keeping them entangled. 

God, what was he going to do if she never woke up?

“Thank you for coming by,” he said, hoping that she didn’t notice the way his voice ever so slightly broke.

“Course,” Esme’s shoes clicked as she made her way towards the door. 

“Esme?” he called before she could pull it open. She turned back to him. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“No.”   

He nodded, looking back to Lucy, still unmoving. Still sleeping. 

“We haven’t always seen eye to eye, you and me,” Esme said after a moment of watching him from the door. “I doubt that will change. But I’ve watched you with her,” she jerked her head towards Lucy. “From what I’ve seen, you’ve always been good to her. She’s lucky to have you watching over her.”

Tommy cleared his throat awkwardly, half tempted to remind her that if it weren’t for him, Lucy probably wouldn’t be laying in a hospital bed in the first place. But instead he said nothing, eyes remaining focused on his little red head where she laid, listening to the sounds of Esme’s shoes clicking as she stepped out the door, and made her way down the hall. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Her first coherent thought, when she woke up, was that it felt like she’d been hit by a bus.

It was like her head had been stuffed full of cotton, swimming and spinning a little. 

Sometimes, she thought that she heard voices. An angry woman, half shouting. A soothing Welsh lilt. But mostly, she just heard Tommy. Deep and gentle. Twinged with slight pleading. She struggled to hold onto it, to let the sound of him draw her back to wakefulness. But everytime, before she could fully make it there, she was dragged back down into sleep. 

But today she was able to hold on long enough to make it to full consciousness. Though it was not Tommy’s voice that helped to draw her back, but the steady, encompassing warmth around her right hand. She grabbed onto the sensation of it; how it soaked into her skin and heated her chilled fingers and the gentle, tender pet of a thumb swiping across her knuckles. 

Soon, she was able to sense enough to know that she was lying on her back, the smell of disinfectant and medicine lodged in her nose and blankets pulled up to her chest. 

Slowly, more and more of her mind started to rise from hibernation. 

And then, she felt the pain. 

It started at the back of her head, and ached throughout her entire body in a steady, distinct throbbing. There was a dullness to it, and her head still felt clouded and sluggish, likely not just a side-effect of sleep. She must be on some sort of drugs. Something bulky and a little scratchy was plastered to the back of her head. A bandage, maybe? 

Furrowing her brows in an attempt to recall what had happened hurt. And while she was awake, she had not yet opened her eyes. It felt as though her eyelids were weighed down with bricks. 

She remembered…she remembered…the betting shop floor. Blood. Pain. Fear. Convinced that she was going to die. Begging them not to leave her. And being left alone anyway. The ear-ringing crack of a gun going off. 

Oh, right. Gunshot wound to the head. She remembered now.

Something flexed around her hand, and it took her a moment to realize that something–someone–was firmly stroking their thumb along the scar on her palm. The one left from the blood bond she’d created with Tommy. 

With an Herculean effort, she peeled her eyes open, and almost immediately slammed them closed again, the bright lights from both the ceiling and the window irritating her eyes and causing pinpricks of pain to shoot through her already aching head. A little whine left her lips. 

The figure, who must have been sitting beside her based on the way they were clutching her hand, went stiff, shooting forward with their fingers tightening around hers. 

“Lucy?”

Tommy. Of course it was Tommy. She doubted that there was anyone else who would care enough to have sat at her bedside for who even knows how long, waiting to see if she ever woke up.  

Don’t leave me.

Never.

She half wanted to cry at the memory of him holding her on the betting shop floor, keeping pressure on her wound and murmuring reassuring promises that she was going to be okay; that he wouldn’t leave her alone. 

There had been endless agony in his eyes when the doctors and nurses practically had to wrench him away from her in the waiting room. By that point, she’d been fading in and out of consciousness consistently, verging more on passed out than actually awake, but she’d still seen the look of sheer helpless pain on his face when they started to wheel her away from him and into a surgical suite. 

Fighting down the exhaustion and agony trying to coax her back to sleep, she forced her eyes open again. 

She was greeted with Tommy’s face hovering over hers. His eyes–bloodshot and wide–bore her. There were very dark, swollen circles under them, and his hair was ruffled and sticking up in a few places, as if he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly. A light shadow of stubble was beginning to sprout up along his jaw. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled in several places.  

When she tried to angle herself towards him a little, it was to find that she was impeded by a brace keeping her from turning her head.  

So instead she settled for raising her hand to cup his cheek, brows creasing as she took in just how haggard and exhausted he looked. How long had she been out? How long had he just been sitting here, waiting with little more than a sliver of hope that she would find her way back to him?

His lips parted with a choked off sound as he took in her staring back at him, and at the press of her hand against his cheek, she saw his throat convulse as he swallowed, actually looking to be close to tears.

“Tommy, are you alright?” her voice was but a weak whisper. Definitely hadn’t been used for at least a couple of days, then. 

Tommy let out a quiet sound that was half laugh, half sob, at her question. His face turned against her palm to kiss her hands, big fingers curling around hers as he kissed her fingers, the back of her hands, and her palms over and over again.   

“I’m supposed to be the one asking you that, love,” he murmured, giving her hands a few more pecks.

“Mm,” she just hummed, eyes closing for a moment, not opening again until she felt him brushing a few tendrils of hair off her forehead.

“Lucy?”

“‘M still here,” she mumbled, opening her eyes again to find him looking her over concernedly. 

“How are you feeling? Are you in pain?”

“Hm…” she considered. “Head hurts a little, but I’m guessing that’s to be expected. Mostly just tired. And achy.”

“I can get the doctor–”

“No,” she squeezed his hand. “Not yet. Just stay a minute.”

He didn’t argue with her, settling back down where he’d half risen from his seat. He was staring at her like he was afraid she might disappear.

“How long was I out for?”

“Only a few days,” his finger trailed up and down her arm, not entirely making eye contact with her as he uttered the next bit. “We weren’t entirely sure if you would ever wake up.”

It hurt to let out the little snort she emitted from her nose, but it was worth it to see him relax a little at the sound of her amusement. “It’s gonna have to take worse than a bullet to the head to get rid of me.”

Tommy shot her a small, fond smile, reaching out to brush the back of his hand down her cheek. “I’m so glad you’re awake. I missed you.”

“You said I was only asleep for a couple days.”

He just shook his head. “Too long.”

She smiled to herself, and tugged the hand still holding hers to her lips, so she could press a kiss to it. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I made you a promise,” he shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “And, besides, I wouldn’t have been able to focus on much of anything else if I knew you were laying here all alone.”

Sweetheart, she thought to him affectionately, smile growing as he dropped his head a little bashfully. 

But the thought of work made it quickly fade, replaced instead by silent dread. She felt…fine, all things considered. Outside of just some general cloudiness and sluggishness in her thoughts, she wasn’t having any trouble thinking, or remembering things, now that she was more awake. And she could talk. She seemed able to move alright, general weakness aside, and the experimental little wiggle she did of her toes proved to be a success. 

But just because she didn’t currently feel any specific adverse effects from her injury, didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be any. She’d been shot in the fucking head. She’d touched her own brain with her fingertips. People didn’t just walk away from that, did they?

She closed her eyes again, bracing herself. “Tell me how bad it is. Really.”

“Not so bad. Recovery will probably be long. But they don’t expect you to have any long term complications. The bullet impacted your skull, but only the outermost layer of your brain. They didn’t see any significant damage to it,” he cleared his throat. “The doctor can give you more specific details on all of this.”

“Mm,” she hummed, absorbing the information. She was lucky, then. Incredibly so.

But a long recovery meant she would be out of commission for a while. And if she wasn’t able to do her job for a significant while…

She bit her lip, and tried to push the thought away, Tommy’s hand cupping her cheek distracting her a little.

“You’re really feeling alright?” he asked, big blue eyes wide with concern. 

“Mhm, I’m sure. Just tired,” she shifted slightly in the bed. “The brace is a little uncomfortable.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to wear it for very long.”

“Oh, good.”

Tommy stroked her hair back, leaning forward from his seat to press a gentle, slow kiss to her lips. Lucy’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, his mouth warm and soft as a pillow against hers. He retreated enough to also kiss her forehead before settling back into his chair. 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry that I made you worry.”

“Don’t–don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She gave his hand a little squeeze. He kissed her again, then stood.

“I’ll go tell the doctor you’re awake, now.”

“Okay,” she watched him go to the door, teeth worrying a little at her lower lip as she resigned herself to what was likely to be a long and painful recovery. 

Meanwhile a thought, one she knew to be irrational and silly, scratched insistently on the insides of her mind.  

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[mythicalmyles]

The hospital here: nearly kills women and her baby and tries to cover it up

The hospital here: you guys:(( literalllly:(( never respekt us n r so mean about it :((

The hospital here: responsable for the death of a disabled 5 yo, resposanble for a healthy woman now living her life with a stoma bag, denied a woman who was choking help and told her fo call an ambulance is it was so bad, made a women with two broken legs walk home bc of ~covid~, ignored my friends aunt when she was having a heart attack, send ppl straight home after car accidents without care

Us: hey stop killing us mayb do ur job

The hospital: SO MEAN!! How can we work in these conditions:(((( us, the nhs is absolutely crippled:(((

[bteezxyewriter12]

Abused

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 3.1k

Includes- Heavy themes, physical abuse, harrowing phone call, murder, character death, violence, blood

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Jungkook POV

"Do you have to go?", Joanne whines, wrapping her arms and legs around me, keeping me in bed and against her

I laugh turning to face her, "I don't want to baby but I have practice"

"Kooookkkiiieeee", she calls, shaking her head

She's so cute

I put my arms around her, holding her close, kissing her forehead

"Don't leave. Stay with me Kookie."

"Aww is my girl clingy today?", I chuckle

She nods her head, "I want my Kookie"

"You got me baby. Since the day I saw you."

She looks up at me smiling, "I know baby. You tell me all the time."

Smiling at her, I move closer, kissing her

She snuggles closer to me, her head on my chest

Her arms and legs are still around me

It's so cute

I run my fingers in her hair

"Baby"

"Nope", she answers

"Jo"

"Kookie"

"C'mon baby"

"Kookie can't you just stay? Just this once?"

I feel bad

She never asks me to stay

She deals with my schedule and everything that comes with being an idol

I want to stay with her so much

She needs a lot of love and affection after everything she's been through.

And I love that I'm the one to give it to her

That's why anytime she asks me to stay I do, especially because she almost never asks

But we're going on tour in two weeks and we're practicing non stop

It always gets so much more busy when we have a tour coming

"I want to baby. You know I love being with you. But we have the tour coming and I can't skip out on these practices. I'm sorry."

She pouts and it's the fucking cutest thing in the world

"Fine", she sighs, letting me go, rolling on her back

"I'm sorry baby. But I'll cuddle you and hold you and kiss you as soon as I get home. All night."

She glances over at me, "Promise?"

"Promise"

She gives me a small smile, "Ok"

Kissing her again, I get up and get ready

Joanne stays in bed

She had off today

I don't want to go, I just want to lay down with her, be with her

I always want to be with her

We've been together for two years and after all that time all I ever want is to be near her.

"I'll see you later baby. I love you"

She sits up, "I love you Kookie. So much"

She hugs me tightly, then kisses me again

Fuck she's really making it hard to leave

"Bye Kookie"

"Bye Jo"

I kiss her on the cheek, then I turn and leave our apartment

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The elevator opens at the lobby of our building and I step out

As I leave the building, I get the feeling that someone is watching me

I look around, scanning everywhere for any threats

Before Joanne, I shrugged of these kinds of feeling but not anymore

I'm very aware of my surroundings

I have to keep her safe

I met Joanne at a fan meet

She was one of the workers at the venue

She was the only girl I ever approached

We went out a few times but she was really quiet and always looking around anywhere we went

I still liked her a lot, and I asked her to be with me

She said that she had to tell me something before she says yes

That's when I found out about her horrible past

She moved here, to Busan, with her aunt from the U.S. after her parents died at the age of 15.

She kind of rebelled and was a wild kid

She met a guy, Jacob Zhou, who she went out with

He abused her

He separated her from her aunt, made her believe he was the only one who cared about her

Then he beat the crap out of her

All the time

I was horrified at what she told me

All the broken bones, cuts, punches, the things he used to hit her, the dozens of times she ended up in the hospital, all the scars she has that she thinks makes her body look gross

I told her she was crazy if she thinks that matters to me, that there was no way I'd believe she was gross

I saw them the first time we were together

She was worried but I told her she was beautiful

And she is, I love everything about her

Her scars don't make her gross

Not at all

She told me that she finally left him

She ran away one day, came to Seoul and she's been hiding from him ever since

He told her that if she ever left him, he'd find her and kill her

I told her I'd never hurt her, I still wanted to be with her and that I'd protect her

And I have done everything to keep her safe

ARMYS know I have a girlfriend but I've never posted pictures of her

We don't go out much, in case an ARMYS take pictures and post it

If we do go out, I do everything possible to shield her and keep her hidden.

No one knows where we live, only the necessary people like the guys and the managers at BigHit

I never leave her alone overnight

I never leave her here when there's a tour- she comes with me

She works at BigHit

I made my schedule so that I can take her to work and pick her up everyday

She's only ever alone for awhile when she has a day off

But she just stays in the apartment when she's off so I don't have to worry

I had to change a lot of stuff in my life for her but I love her more than anything and she is absolutely worth it.

After scanning the area three times and not seeing anything, I finally walk to my car to go to practice.

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On the first break from practice, I look at my phone

One missed call from two hours ago

From Joanne

She left me a voicemail

She never does that

I dial my voicemail and hold the phone to my ear

"Jungkook!", she screams, fear in her voice

I immediately start panicking

"Kookie he found us. He's here."

She shrieks as I hear a banging

He found her

How?

How the fuck did he find her?

"Jungkook, I love you. I love you more than anything. You make me so happy. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're my world Kookie. I love you, forever baby. I swear", she sobs

My body is shaking as I start running to the door of the practice room

"Jungkook where are you going?", Hobi calls

"Kookie, I'm scared"

She lets out an ear splitting scream as I hear a crash

"You bitch", I hear him yell

"No, stop, please st-"

Then the voicemail ends

I need to get home now

He's dead

I'm going to kill him

I've never ran so fast in my life, getting to my car in record time

Getting in, I start the car, and peel away to my apartment

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It has to be less than five minutes before I pull up to my building

I sped all the way

Pounding up the stairs to our floor, I slow to a stop when I see the front door open

I'm so scared

But I'm ready to kill him

I walk slowly to our door, opening it more

I wait to listen for any sounds but I don't hear anything, so I quietly make my way into the apartment

I walk quickly to the kitchen and grab a knife

I do a sweep around the apartment but nothing

No one here

Not even Joanne

My muscles are still tense, waiting for anyone to try and attack me

The door to our bedroom is closed

I don't want to open it

But Joanne could need help

I make myself walk to the door and open it

I hear a scream and it takes me a few seconds to realize it's me screaming

I run to the bed, to where she is

There's so much blood

She's on her back, her eyes closed

Her face is bruised everywhere

Her eye is swelled shut, her lips are split in a few places, bruises along her temple, cheeks, forehead, jaw

But the worst is her chest

Her shirt is soaked with blood

Crying, I move her shirt and shriek when I see the dozens of stab wounds

Her arms have wounds on them too

The bed underneath her is drenched in red

"No baby. No", I sob

I pick her up and hold her to me

Her skin is so cold

She's not breathing

I put my hand to her chest, choking back a sob when I don't feel her heartbeat

"Jo, no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I'm sorry he found us. I should of tried harder baby. I'm sorry", I cry

I thought she was safe

I made sure to get an apartment in a high security building

How the fuck did he get in?

How did he find us?

Her name isn't on anything- no credit cards, no leases for cars or the apartment.

Her mail is always addressed to resident

Her paychecks are made to my name, her account in my name

Everything is in my name

I made sure

So how?

Holding her tighter, I will her to hug me, to kiss me, to tell me she's ok

But her body is limp in my arms

I never told her I loved her one last time

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye

I'm never seeing her again

She'll be taken away and then she's going to be buried

I'll never hear her voice, her laugh, her anything again

That realization breaks me

I start sobbing hysterically

"I love you Joanne. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I miss you so much already"

I don't know what I'm going to do

I can't live without her

I feel so lost

But before I give up completely there's one more thing I have to do

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I stay with her for a few hours

I can't let her go

I just want to die and be with her

But I can't

Not yet

"I'll be back baby", I whisper to her, kissing her forehead

Laying her back in the bed I grab the knife and leave the apartment

I follow the gps on my phone

I know where he is and I'm driving to him

I called a close friend of mine, a cop, and asked him to find him for me

My friend asked questions but I didn't answer

He doesn't need to get in trouble

He found out where he's is staying

Some dump hotel for the scum lowlife he is

I get to the hotel and out of the car, just as he's leaving

Perfect luck right?

I follow him

Idiot doesn't even look behind him

Walking faster I get closer to him

He turns the corner

When I get around it, he's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his back to me

"Do you fucking need something?", he snaps

"You killed her", I say trying not to cry

He turns to me, "You have to be more specific. I killed lots of hers"

Bastard

I step closer to him

"Who are you?", he asks

"You know who I am", I snarl

He looks closer at me and recognition filles his eyes

"You're that idol. The bastard that kept Joanne from me. You took her from me."

"She left you after you almost killed her. She was already far from you when she met me. She loved me and I love her. I protected her from you", I shout

"Yeah well you didn't do a good job did you? Because I found her. And she had to pay for leaving. She knew that if she ever left I would find her and kill her. And I see you have her blood on you.", he smirks

Rage is boiling in my blood

"And now you have to die for killing the love of my life"

He laughs

He actually laughs

"What are you going to do? You're just an idol. You have too much to lose"

He couldn't be more wrong

"No I don't. She was everything and now she's gone. I have nothing to lose", I shout

Then I move closer and punch him right in the middle of his face

His head snaps back and he stumbles backward

I don't give him a chance to recover punching him in the side of his face, his body, then kicking his legs out from under him

He crumples to the ground

I hover over him, punching him in the face over and over, my rage out of control

But I don't care

He killed her

He killed Joanne

My baby

My everything

My world

And I don't care about any thing anymore

He's yelling and trying to fight back

He punches my jaw hard, knocking me off him

He gets up immediately and starts running

I shoot up, chasing him

He had a few seconds head start but I'm faster

I get to him, grab the back of his jacket and swing him into the wall of a building face first

Taking out the knife, I turn him over and stab him in the chest

He screams as blood runs down his shirt

I pull the knife out

Then drive it in again

He falls to the floor, on his hands and knees

I don't give a fuck

Kicking him in the face causes him to fly on his back

Walking over to him, I hear him begging me

"Don't kill me. Please don't kill me"

"You killed her! Did you listen to her when she begged you not to kill her!", I scream

"I'm sorry! Ok I'm sorry"

He's sorry?

Is he fucking kidding?

He took the only girl I ever loved

He took my future away, my reason for everything

I'm nothing without her

"Not good enough", I spit, then plunge the knife in his stomach

Lifting the knife out, I stab his side

"How do you like it? How do you like being stabbed like you did to her!", I scream

There's blood everywhere but I don't care

He gurgles while breathing

I keep stabbing over and over and over

Rage just takes over

And I let it

I keep seeing her laying in the bed and it's killing me

By the time I stop, he's already dead and I'm sobbing

Not for him though

For her

Joanne

I strangely don't care that I killed him

Maybe I will later but I doubt it

He murdered Joanne

Her murdered the love of my life

I could never care about him

I know I'll be arrested

I'll be sent to prison

I don't care

I'm already in prison

I have to be here without her

Nothing worse can be done to me

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I unlock the door to the dorm

"Jungkook? Is that you?", Jimin asks walking to the hall

"Where did you go-", He questions as he turns on the light

He looks at me and screams

"Jungkook what happened? Oh my god are you hurt? NAMJOON, come here!"

"What Jimin?", Namjoon sighs coming into the hall

His eyes widen in shock when he sees me

"Jungkook what the fuck happened?", he screams, "Whose blood is that? Is it yours?"

I shake my head

"Why is everyone scre-", Yoongi complains but stops mid- sentence "Jungkook are you hurt?", he yells

I shake my head

"Why are you holding a knife? Why is there blood on the knife?", Jimin shrieks

"What knife? What happened?", Jin asks walking in with Hobi and Tae

They take one look at me and start yelling with everyone else

There's too much yelling

I can't deal with it

"Shut up. Everyone shut up", Namjoon orders

He looks at me, "Jungkook what happened?"

"He...he killed her. So I killed him"

"WHAT?", Tae screeches

"Jacob. He found Joanne. That's why I ran from practice. But when I got home...she was already dead"

"Oh my god", Hobi cries

"There's so much blood. He...he beat her. Then he stabbed her over and over in her chest and stomach. He left her on the bed", I whisper, tears rolling down my face

"The blood is hers?", Yoongi asks looking as pale as a ghost

I nod, "Most of it. On my shirt and pants. I...I held her for a long time. I couldn't let go"

"I'm so sorry Jungkook", Tae says gently, "But what do you mean most of the blood is hers?"

"Some of it is his"

"Jungkook", Namjoon says slowly, "What did you do?"

"I found him. I followed him. And I killed him. I stabbed him like he stabbed her"

"Oh my god", Hobi gasps

"Is that the knife you used?", Jin asks

I nod

"What are we going to do?", Jimin asks desperately

"I don't know. Let me think.", Namjoon replies shakily

"There's nothing to do. I killed him. I'm going to prison"

"You can't", Yoongi yells

"I don't care. My life was over the second she died. I'm living in hell. Prison doesn't scare me"

"Jungkook", Hobi says

"I just came to tell you what happened. I don't need help. I don't want you involved. If the cops question you tell them what I'm telling you. Tell them I was here. Don't lie, don't deny it, don't hide it", I say

"But-"

"I'm going now. I'm going back to her, to stay with her a little more before I call the cops. Just leave me alone. I know what I did and I don't care that I killed him. I just want to be with her a little more before they take her from me"

"Jungkook-", Jimin starts

"Goodbye", I answer then turn and walk out of the dorm

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Walking back into the bedroom makes me feel like I'm dying

She's still there where I left her

I lay next to her and put my arm around her, holding her to me

"I killed him baby. I found him and I stabbed him. He's dead. He'll never hurt anyone again. He'll never hurt you again."

I know I have to call the police

I will soon

I want to stay with her just a little more

Before her funeral

Before I'm arrested

Before I'm sent to prison

I just want to be Jungkook and Joanne for a little longer

"I love you", I whisper to her

I close my eyes as the tears take over

[yril-writes]

— NEVER AGAIN

synopsis ; they say promises are meant to be broken, maybe they are right. But this glimpse of hope inside you says it's okay to push through, and who knew that trusting your gut would just put everything into flames and turn to ashes the next day.

scenario ; reincarnation?! Wherein Sukuna choose the life of being a yakuza?! And you choose a normal one, to be able to live peacefully but there comes a time that you have to move into the city one day.

type ; drabble

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna

pairing/s ; yakuza character x fl! reader

genre ; angst and a mountain full of sad corn

Promises are meant to be broken, is what they say. But that is not what you wanted to believe. Some may say you are naive which is true, but you see the world like it is something that's pure and full of opportunities without even having thoughts about what's bad about it. Now that you are moving in the city, you didn't even bat an eye about the decisions you are making, you only thought that this was a great idea for your flower shop business nothing more nothing less. The reason why you were on your way into the city is because your grandmother felt ill and there is no one able to look after the shop while your grandmother is in the hospital, so you the lovely granddaughter offered a helping hand, and immediately went there.

"City! Here I come!" dragging your suitcase and carrying a bag behind your bag you made your way to the train station. The trip wasn't all that hassle or anything, in fact it was fast. Since it was in the bullet train. Upon arriving at your destination, the breeze immediately filled your nostrils, you thought that the air in the city is completely different back home, of course it is. The moment when you set your foot out of the train it felt different, everything is different how they wore their clothes and even lifestyle here looks different, and here you are a bumpkin girl from the outskirts of nowhere. Seconds later you received a phone call it was your grandfather, immediately answering you were greeted with cries of worries and you quickly reassured them it didn't take too long for your aunt to come and get you from the station.

She immediately directed you towards the flower shop and toured you around, the second floor of the shop looked like a normal mini house and your aunt told you that you can stay there until your grandmother recovers. Going upstairs the room took you by surprise because it was perfect and cozy, unpacking your things and you hear the bell of the shop down stairs chime. Running down the stairs you immediately greeted the customer who came in without having a look at them first. "You're not the old lady who owns this shop." with a low deep voice, you were stunned to see a tall figure in front of you, wearing white fitted polo enough to see every curve and muscle this guys had to offer and a black slightly fitted slacks and a pair of black shoes to pair the outfit up. "My grandmother is in the hospital and I was asked to run this place starting today! So Mr. Hot Man, I MEAN! Mr. Scary Hot Man! What can I get you?" slamming both of your hands on the counter top, and giving yourself a little kick on the other leg you had, you feel your ears and the back of your neck turning red from embarrassment.

(Oh! Please kill me now!!!) you were dying inside while holding up a grin in front of the scary looking guy. "I'd like to have some white roses turned to a bouquet and a nice presentation would be nice." he said in a low tone and sat in the waiting area beside the counter area where you were standing, staring at nothing. You were completely frozen, taken back from the request and demand of the man. (SIR! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO! AT LEAST GIVE ME A BREAK! A simple one might be good for me but a bouquet?...this guy...) screaming internally you wished to be swallowed whole by the floors you were stepping on. The man didn't move an inch from his seat, not even paying attention to what you were doing in the counter, those eyes of him seemed somewhat sad and empty you thought. "So, Sir, these flowers...I bet you are giving them to someone who's special to you...!" he stood as if frozen into place, he only looked at you and shrugged, "I bought these because I wanted to let go of that person.

This is a farewell gift." he shrugs and gives a sad grin, though his eyes look as if it was going to burst any seconds now. "It was nice to see you again, I hope that we never crossed paths ever again." he utters those words under his breath with you not hearing those words clearly. After he buys and pays for the bouquet he leaves, like the breeze this summer, it comes and goes as it pleases.

a/n ; I think I'll be having angst stuff to put out for today lmao, enjoy the sad corn.

taglist ; @sammushy @jasugoi @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart

content/s ; part one | part two

[destinygoldenstar]

Just A Couple Of Fun Headcanons Of TD Characters (Cody)

Trigger Warning, there's some abusive relationships in this one. And a pet doesn't make it. Maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to that.

- Cody Anderson was born a rich kid and an only child.

- He was an accidental pregnancy. It was so accidental that the parents didn’t even recognize pregnancy and assumed it was just a bad weight gain. There was no baby shower. 

- No one showed up for Cody’s birth. He was born on April 1st. And they didn’t anticipate the situation was a baby, so when they called people and said “I had a baby”. They took it as an April Fools joke. Then when they first met Cody, they all asked, “Wait, when did you have a baby?”

- How did they get away with nine months not knowing it was pregnancy? They don’t trust doctors. Cody was a stay at home birth. He never had doctors appointments. He never met a vet. If he broke a leg, he was told to put ice on it. 

- The parents are THAT stupid, and they also don’t struggle cause they’re rich. Worse than that, they are both severe alcoholics. They don’t bathe. They don’t take care of themselves. They don’t do anything besides gamble money and play bingo. They are extremely neglectful of their kid, not even remembering he exists. At best, Cody is white noise.

- They don’t even remember Cody’s birthday. (Which is canon)

- Cody’s aunt was a babysitter for him. She’s more of a mom to him than his own mom. 

- Cody is kind of a Matilda, in the sense that he learned to take care of himself and act like an adult as a toddler. And the parents don’t notice it at all. 

- Cody taught himself how to read and take care of himself as a doctor would. When he had the flu when he was five, his parents told him to put ice on it. 

- Cody learned what sex was at the age of seven. Now all he wants to watch is porn, and due to bad parents, there are no consequences. (I do not understand people who say Cody is pure)

- Cody is a straight A student.

- When he was nine, his aunt got into a car crash. The parents said ‘put ice on it’. She survived. No thanks to them.

- They have a billiard table in their house. Cody loves playing the game. He’s self taught, and he got so good that nobody wants to play with him in gambling. That didn’t stop him from finding someone oblivious though.

- Cody’s alternate job idea was to be a doctor. He already had an interest in medical studies, so why not? I’d say his parents would be against it, but they don’t pay attention to him anyway. They wouldn’t care if he became a felon.

- Cody was used to the smell of alcohol. It’s his oxygen. But he managed not to end up like his parents. This is because in the fifth grade he had his first encounter with drugs. But he hated the taste so he trashed it. He later researched and found out about all the horrible stuff that they do to people, so he set up a campaign in his school to protect kids from a death sentence. They listened because the kid who offered Cody the drugs died from overdose a month later. So... success on Cody’s part? He saved lives.

- Cody ran away from home one of these nights to get a doctor’s opinion, and he helped prevent Cody from an addiction himself. They’re good friends now.

- Cody had a dog. Her name was Darling. He adopted her from a puppy charity. She became his best friend for his preteen/teen years. She was well trained, loyal, and sweet hearted to everything Cody did. 

- She got sick when he was fourteen. He tried to get his parents to take her to the vet, but they said it was pointless. So Cody stole their car and illegally tried to drive to the vet. Car crash. Only Cody survived. He had severely broken bones and was stuck in the hospital his entire Juvie time for the act.

- It took two weeks for the parents to realize what happened to their kid. They didn’t even bring up Darling’s death in the accident. They tried to bail Cody out of the hospital when he wasn’t ready to leave. They said he just needed some ice. Cody got so furious that he tried to use his good arm to punch his mom. At this point, the bottled up hatred for his family was set loose.

- Child services were finally called, and Cody was taken away. 

- Cody was quickly adopted by a non-drinking family, but they were also overworked and ignored him. So Cody decided to devote his life to three things: Billiard gambling, medical school, and a girlfriend.

- When asked about his past, Cody would often answer that his adopted parents were his blood parents. Sometimes he would tell the truth, but he’d laugh off the entire thing like they’re funny stories. (Imagine Peritto from Puss N Boots. He has almost that exact attitude.)

- It was only for a short while, but Cody had an older stepbrother who was going off to college across the country. This is why Cody was adopted. The stepbrother was a musician, and treated Cody like a bro. He was offered to write a song for the guy, and Cody spent sleepless nights perfecting this song. The song flopped, but it’s dear to the stepbrother even after he left their lives. I say that, but he and Cody are pen pals. 

- Cody would later use his internet presence to try and write more songs as a hobby. He felt uncomfortable with singing, but he wanted to at least inspire other musicians and not just be a nerd on medical studies on YouTube. Which by the way, were videos that were torn down because he was not a professional. 

- Cody’s school life is pretty separate to his home life. Despite being a straight A student, he’s your average joe. He’s smart when he needs to be, he’s helpful with projects, he’s decently social but doesn’t belong in a group, and he’s horny middle school onwards. He wasn’t popular, he wasn’t hated, he was just there.

- Cody is insecure about his appearance. He draws himself as this buff hot guy that girls fall over. 

- Cody has a private journal. It’s full of NC-17 drawings. Mostly of women. One day he accidentally mixed up this journal for his math notebook, so because they were checking notes that day, a teacher found the journal. And she was a real Karen of a teacher, so she was NOT happy. It was presented to the whole class, who laughed at him. Cody was given detention for ‘inappropriate gestures’, but that was NOTHING compared to the sheer EMBARRASSMENT of the situation. Nowadays, he isn’t sorry.

- Why is Cody uncomfortable with singing? He took a music class in middle school because of there being no room in his ambitious classes. He lost his voice on the day of a chorus concert. He sang anyway. He was so ill sounding that it made babies cry hearing the choir. Next semester, he quit the class.

- Cody never got a girlfriend. They all found him creepy and a nice guy. Wish all girls rejected people like this in real life, but sadly I feel alone in this being easy.

- Cody has a few friends. Not one friend group sticks every year, but Cody does have friends. They’re all boys. He doesn’t have any female friends.

- Cody and Trent went to the same school. They weren’t friends, but Cody knew who he was even before the show.

- His stepbrother wrote to him about Total Drama. 

- Does Cody even do much in the story?? Uh... (No. He doesn’t. I’m going freestyle here folks)

- The Noah sleeping kiss. These two could not talk to each other the same way for the rest of the season. (I could pull the trigger on Bi Cody though...)

- His obsession with Gwen is exactly as it seems in canon. It’s all looks. There’s not much to say.

- But canon showed Cody is at least a better person than most simps as he gets to accept Gwen and Trent’s bond over his own pleasure. Speaking of, this is how Cody and Trent actually met properly and respected each other. Cody recognized him and got to properly talk to him. 

- It’s Trent who told off Cody regarding Gwen, not because Trent wants her, but because it’s simply disrespectful for any girl. Cody, in return, admires Trent. 

- Cody and Owen are friends. The show forgot about this duo in Island. (Owen was the first headcanon post I did, and yet he’s been very disconnected with the other characters. Ouch.)

- Cody has PTSD after the bear mauling incident. He’s also scarred all over his torso. The show doesn’t show them because ‘that’s not TV advertising friendly’ (Fact: The show is evil, disrespectful, and harmful to people. In universe.)

- He also can’t look Beth in the eye anymore after that one. They are not friends.

- How did Cody not die? There was camera watching the incident. That guy saved him. 

- Cody was hospitalized, and wasn’t taken to the resort until around the time of Trent’s elimination. The guy wasn’t there yet by the time Cody arrived.

- Cody, at first, just wanted to chill and live out the rest of the stay. 

- The others watch the episodes every evening the show airs. Cody’s first witness of it was seeing the episode where Trent was eliminated. Everyone HATED the episode. Eva was throwing stuff at the screen, for example. Courtney was also running around hunting down Harold. By that point, she was invading other people’s rooms at midnight just to find him. 

- Harold was the only one not showing up to anything, but at first, it didn’t seem to concern Cody since they never talked before.

- But then Cody got his own room, and he was ready to unpack in there...

- Harold was hiding under the bed.

- They both freaked out. A lot. 

- Harold begged for Cody to not turn him in to Courtney. And since Cody gained nothing either way, he agreed. So now Cody had a roommate he was stuck with. Cody also offered to get some barbeque for them both, as Harold was practically starving. 

- On that errand, Trent was just arriving to the resort, and Cody was the first to run into him and talk to him. (And Katie and Sadie, who were bawling over what happened to Trent) Cody was a little bitter with Trent, as he knew no regret when he saw it (Trent and Heather’s kiss). Trent tried to tell him that Heather used him, and what he was supposed to believe, and Cody told him off that Trent was stupid for believing that, as there was no reason for him to. It was TRENT who told CODY to respect women, and then Trent goes on to ignore logic just to get a petty clingy impulse in. Men are better than that. 

- Trent claimed that Cody, with his own impulse, would never know the feeling of betrayal, and Cody stated that maybe he wouldn’t, and maybe he was as naïve, but at least he was loyal to the girl he found himself with. (Which, you know, would turn into a FLAW later down the line)

- From there, Cody’s kind of lost respect for Trent and Gwen’s relationship, and secretly hoped they broke up. Does that mean he isn’t friends with them both? No. He still is. This is one of few times he lets his grudge out aloud. 

- Justin joining them... he helped out Cody when he first got to the resort, and offered some beauty tips for the kid, as he asked for it. Then Justin noticed Cody going to his room with what is basically catering, and he got concerned, so he followed him to his room. And he found out Cody was keeping Harold. It was awkward seeing him there, but both of them basically held Justin hostage until he promised not to tell anyone about this.

- Harold, while Cody was gone, also found Cody’s songwriting notebook. Cody was embarrassed about it and called him out, but Harold praised his work, much to Cody’s surprise. Harold even asked Justin if he had any music talent, and Justin admitted his talent was looking pretty. But he could learn an instrument if he’d look good with it. Cody called this out and said it was for the skill.

- Basically, Cody is the songwriter for the Drama Brothers, and the heart of the group.

- Justin came by to visit and help every once in awhile (by help I mean just stand there and use Harold as a dog scraping off your plate) And Cody was basically the caretaker sharing a bed with the guy. (Take that any way you will, Cody and Harold shippers. This obviously means they’re FRIENDS.)

- Harold even opened up to Cody about his rigging of Courtney, and why he’s being hunted. All Cody could say was how much of a jerk Duncan seemed, but it was chill since Cody himself didn’t have personal problems with the punk. (Yet)

- Unfortunately, Courtney began to track down the situation, and Harold was on his own. Cody had to get them both out of there and hide Harold in a shower. (Again. FRIENDS.) And... the stall they picked had Trent in it. 

- Cody had a lot of explaining to do, and ironically, Trent was the calmest one about it. Trent wanted to help, and he also said that Cody had a point before. Trent did care what people thought of him a little too much. It’s something he wish he could drop about himself, but can’t. In fact, all four of the Drama Brothers seem to have that exact same flaw, so they would get along well and work together with combining egos. 

- The Drama Brothers didn’t become official yet, but the ideas were being tossed around. Mostly it was Cody being more comfortable with showing people his songs, and Trent helping with his guitar. The band idea also gave Cody the brilliant idea to make himself hotter by sunburning his entire body. Brilliant.

- He wasn’t in Action. Idk what to tell you.

- Cody didn’t know who to side with when it came to Trent and Gwen. They were both his friends. He knew there had to have been a reason for Gwen to break up with Trent, even if he didn’t understand this side of Trent being exposed via medication withdrawal. (Yeah, that’s the best explanation I can come up with. I’ll subject myself to the pain if you guys ask for a Trent headcanon)

- So when the fanbase was on Trent’s side, Cody was not. He avoided Trent, who would not even NOTICE Cody’s been avoiding him until AFTER the season was over. Cody mostly stayed around Noah because he was the one sane person in the VIP section. 

- Gwen over time has appreciated Cody not despising her for the breakup. She was the one who advised Cody to make the Drama Brothers with Trent. Just because Trent wanted to cut all ties with Gwen, doesn’t mean Cody should pick a side and choose between them. 

- So Cody reluctantly went back to talking to Trent, who just said “Oh hi Cody, been awhile, how you been?” (Yep. He didn’t even notice Cody’s attitude.)

- Thus, with assistance from Harold and Justin, the Drama Brothers were born. Trent was the lead singer and guitarist, Cody was the songwriter, Harold was the percussion, and Justin... was the eye candy. 

- They became a modest success due to the show giving them names, and Cody got quite a few fans. At first, he was excited at the idea of a fan club of his own, and even understood Trent’s attitude a little better. 

- Then Harold disbanded from them out of an ego. It left Trent Cody and Justin on their own losing their popularity. They tried to pull through without Harold, but Cody was doing most of the work now, especially when Justin is... Justin, and Trent was more focused on pleasing his fans and associating with his new date, Sadie.

- One time, Trent and Justin didn’t even show up in the album sale, and Cody was by himself. At the very end of it, when the store was closing, Trent showed up as if he was late. Cody was not happy, and called him out on his ego, his treatment towards Gwen, and there was quite a bit of foul language thrown in there. He even said “Gwen did nothing wrong”. If he ever got a girlfriend, he would ALWAYS be there for his girl and respect what they want even if Trent won’t. 

- A certain uber fan was actually AT THE STORE at the time, and HEARD all of that. Then that was their vow to be the love interest for Cody.

- It was MONTHS before Cody and Trent spoke again, at Celebrity Manhunt.

- It was before the search party left the bus to get help that Trent got to talk to Cody. And unfortunately, Cody was the one who apologized for what he said, not Trent. Trent just showed his devotion to Sadie and his personal interactions with his fans, and suddenly Cody was the one in the wrong. (You’re supposed to not agree with that.) 

- Oh boy... okay, look, I don’t like Sierra. She’s probably one of my least favorite characters of the entire show. I can’t stand her in any scene she’s in. The question is, will that affect how I’m writing this?

- Short answer: YES. I’m NOT SORRY.

- Canon pretty much nailed how Cody felt about the relationship. He was miserable beginning to end, and he only chose to be nice to her because he’s that kind of person, and to get her to stop whining. It was a perfect guilt trip tactic to use so he didn’t try to get rid of her.

- And when approached to his friends about it, they just laughed. They saw it as quirky and cute, and Cody was lucky to have her because she was a girlboss. (Because that’s how TV framed it) So Cody thought HE was the problem. 

- Cody is the only person in the entire cast that didn’t hate Gwen. Instead he hated Duncan. He openly stated that he had no idea why Gwen was cancelled and Duncan wasn’t. She was a brainwashed victim who had been through too much. Sierra deleted his response and made a claim that he lied and was on tea drugs. (You know, that SHE gave him.)

- Sierra even FORGED her MARRAIGE with Cody at one point. That’s not me. That’s CANON. Just so you know how F’d up it is. 

- The reason he eventually turned towards her in the end was because she remembered his birthday. Something no one did. 

- This put a big strain on Cody’s other relationships. Like any abusive relationship does. Before he could do anything, she posted to the entire fanclub about their marriage, she shoved him in a suitcase to take him on a honeymoon to France, and even barged into Cody's family's house to take the guest room. Where's Sierra's parents? They ditched their constant attempts at a restraining order a long time ago.

-But because she remembered his birthday, Cody allowed all of this and even tried to tell his housemates it was fine. They proceeded to try and show Sierra kindness. Did she return the favor? No. Especially not when Cody tried to go ANYWHERE without her.

-I talked about Cody's dynamics with certain people in the Harold, Heather, and Gwen post. So I'll be repeating myself if you didn't see those.

-Gwen and Cody kept in touch. Gwen needed it after her cancelation with the entire world. Of course they didn't see each other too much because both of them are in very complicated relationships. (Go see my Gwen headcanon post for more details on her side.) Duncan just complained and moved on without doing anything to prevent it, especially when he learned Cody was against Duncan himself and not Gwen. He just said "I don't like Cody, but whatever." Sierra though? She blocked all contacts Cody had with Gwen when she found out he was TALKING to her ABOUT A HAPPY MEAL. For the longest time, Cody couldn't explain to Gwen that it was Sierra's doing, so Gwen thought that Cody too ditched her because of cancelation.

-In case you're wondering what Cody's reaction was to Duncan's arrest... no comment. No care. He had it coming.

-Heather and Cody are in touch, but they don't talk as often. Most of the time, Cody treats her as someone to vent to. Heather doesn't want to be that person. Especially when she, ironically, had a much happier relationship and eventual marraige.

-Sierra was fine with Harold being around Cody because was a dude and therefore wasn't a threat. Yep. In case you didn't hate her enough, she is homophobic. (Blame the show airing in the 2000s)

- It's also because Harold is a co-worker for the Drama Brothers. So they kind of have to be around each other.

-Cody got into K/Pop thanks to Harold.

- Harold and Cody do Ninjago marathons. Trent and Justin are very casual bystanders to their fandom. They also did a roleplay together once. (In case you're wondering, Cody was Kai. Harold was Jay. Trent was Zane. Justin was Cole.)

-Cody went to med school. He was a modestly successful student. But he didn't like Sierra constantly screaming at the Internet to support him. When Cody asked her to stop, he got NASTY responses. By the Internet, because Sierra posted "Cody's being mean to me... *crying emoji X10*"

-Sierra loves the gap between his tooth. So Cody asked Justin and his co-students at med school to help him remove it. So he had braces for three years to get rid of it.

-It became a cast at one point because when he came home, Sierra didn't recognize him with the braces, thought it was an impostor, and punched his jaw into a hospital. She apologized for not recognizing him. Nothing else.

-Justin retired from the Drama Brothers to move to Hollywood North. And Trent is taking care of his family. Cody keeps the name afloat, but he doesn’t see Harold too often because he’s bitter from Harold spending more time with his career than helping him with his unhappy marriage. (Go see my Harold headcanons for more details)

-Cody was still writing to his stepbrother, wishing he came back. He was a little bitter when he learned he was married and was having a baby, but he didn't say anything and supported it. Why was he bitter? Because it meant he had a new family and moved on, and he couldn't be there for Cody.

-Cody was begging for Harold to be with him because Sierra was at his writs end. But he wasn't. He called Cody selfish as Cody never once considered Harold's problems. (Again, see Harold's headcanons for more details on that) His advise: Get a divorce.

-Heather snapped at Cody about the same thing: Get a divorce.

-Cody said "That's not fair to Sierra. She really is a good person who cares about me. There's no reason to dump her for one or two quirks of his." (Every Sierra stan yelling at me when reblogging)

-Cody's basically learned that if you submit to the girl, you have things easy. But you're sexist if you dump her, no matter what your reason is. Do everything your stalker says, do what they want, follow all their rules, marry them, and shut out everyone else in your life, THEN you will have free will to get a career you want. But not before that do you have a choice. (This is supposed to be a BAD MESSAGE. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS.)

-Become a big part of your wife's blog? Do it. Don't complain.

-Move into some fancy rich place? Do it. Don't complain.

-Dump your job interview for a date? Do it. Don't complain.

-She wants to use your utensils? Do it. Don't complain.

-Dress up a certain way? Do it. Don't complain.

-A ton of sexual content I can't put into details because of social media restraints? Do it. Don't-NO I WOULDN'T LIST ANY OF IT ANYWAY, JUST IMAGINE WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

-Alcohol? Do... he can't. That's a trigger. He's not doing it. He's leaving the bar. He's running away.

-He denies all phone calls from Sierra, not wanting to be around her. He can't do it anymore. (No, she's not alcoholic, but she saw no problems with a bar date one time.) He so happens to run away to a vet, and he finds a box of puppies. It helps calm him down a little.

-Later on in the night, he tries to call someone to talk to. He had to find Gwen's contacts again after Sierra's hacking. Heather was unavailable. Trent and Justin were out of the country. That left Harold. He DOES pick up, and they talk a little...

-And then there's just static on his end.

-Cody's running to Harold's apartment, and he finds Harold on the floor overdosed from a bad take of medication. Cody took care of him the entire night and saved him. He is a doctor, after all.

-Cody stayed at Harold's place to take care of him. He constantly got calls from Sierra, but Cody kept denying them. He eventually had to throw his phone on the streets and use Harold's phone so Sierra didn't track him.

-Cody got Harold some doctors and therapists, friends of his, to help out, but Cody pretty much lived next door to Harold. He's wealthy enough to afford that. Harold did get better, and there weren't any more incidents, but the guy was a mental mess. (Again, Harold headcanon post for more details on what happened. Or Heather's, that reveals it too.)

-Cody and Harold both got to apologize for being selfish about their situations. Both forgiven. They were just glad to see each other.

-Cody ended up adopting a puppy. He named her Skylor. (Again, his Ninjago bias shows)

-This was the best two years Cody had in a long time. No Sierra, no drama, just being neighbors with a friend, and taking care of a dog. A dog that does not die this time.

-He became a co-editor in Harold's YouTube videos, and it was a much healthier online presence because Harold doesn't talk about real life on it and talks about media opinions and does gamer roleplays. (...don't look at me like that.) He did however draw the line with Harold's hatred for Harry Potter. How dare he.

-Cody got Gwen's contacts back. He was able to explain to her that Sierra blocked them and he cared about her. As a friend. (He's pretty much over Gwen romantically now.)

-Cody and Trent started calling again. It was casual and they purposefully kept romance drama out of it. This was the best way they could maintain a friendship. Cody could care less about Trent's relationship with Sadie. Do what ya want guitar boi.

-He also got to reunite with Heather, Alejandro, and Leshawna, who had a daughter. (Yeah he knew about that already cause Harold told him, but still) He was a little rocky with Alejandro, but they didn't try to start fights.

-He found Noah again at his college campus. They got on good terms and became acquaintances again. Though Cody was a little confused on why Noah was in a romantic relationship with Owen, without any sex. (Blame Sierra for him not understanding how that works.)

-Cody was able to talk to all of these people (except for Noah) about his incident with Sierra, down to the sexual details he had nightmares about from time to time. Leshawna was the one who sympathized the most, because a similar case was how she got her daughter (though in her case she had more of a say in it and chose it in the end).

-All their advice: Get a divorce. Never go back to her. He is much better off without Sierra. It's not mean. It's looking out for himself.

-Trent Facetimed Cody and Harold once, and a nice co-worker dude (Cameron) was in the call. Slip of the tongue, Cody said to Cameron, "That's cute of you." But no one said anything. Cody became self conscious after that. He had to talk to Noah later about what happened. Noah gave him a book about understanding bisexuality.

-Yeah, pull the trigger on Bi Cody. Why not.

-When Cody realized it, the first person he came out to about it was Gwen, when he was helping her with her music. (Gwen headcanon post for more reference on her career.) Gwen took it very casually. It helped Cody's confidence in figuring about himself more. He can be proud of this.

-Then Sierra found him.

-She was worried SICK. She thought he was dead. She planned his funeral. He should've told her she was kidnapped by Harold.

-Cody went back with her. She overwhelmed him with care and smooches. Harold was betrayed by that, but understood. It was Cody's choice.

-Sierra became more overbearing than ever, and didn't let ANYONE go anywhere NEAR him. Talk to Cody? Blocked. Maybe punched in the face. Stand in the same room as Cody? Prepare to be assassinated (not literally). All Cody had was the puppy. Their 'baby'.

-Then Trent came to visit when he heard from Harold what happened. He was greeted with a sock to the eye.

-That was it. Sierra got sued. She defended herself and claimed she was protecting Cody from an 'evil man'. She believed she would get off Scott free from the trial, as Cody would explain everything.

-And he didn't. He defended Trent.

-Sierra claimed he was brainwashed, and brought up that Trent turned to the dark side after Gwen dumped him. Love can do that to a person.

-Cody asked what she knew about love.

-She claimed she loved Cody. She loved him so much-

-No she doesn't. All she wanted was to use him for her little fanfictions of Total Drama. So her little Cody X Reader fic was canon.

-She defended that she tried to be good to everyone on the show. All her peers. But they didn't understand her. They were all toxic. They didn't understand she was quirky-

-Being quirky was no excuse. Sierra was the toxic one. And toxic people don't deserve sympathy.

-So in the court, Cody filed a divorce. Harold helped forge Sierra's signature.

-Sierra begged and told him he didn't want to leave her.

-YES. HE. DID.

-Cody left the court after that, not even hearing the results. He made sure all ties with Sierra were cut, and he would never see her again.

-He eventually heard what happened. Trent was decreed Not Guilty. Sierra got a big fine. So she did not go to jail. But by the time she got home, Cody was moved out and long gone, officially staying in that apartment as Harold's neighbor with Skylor the dog.

- Harold and Cody took a vacation to California to see Justin. They were happy to see each other again and bring back a band of friends. Justin even let them be around his paparazzi's, and tell them these were his friends. 

- Trent came back to the band. Though Justin was out from where he lived, the remaining three Brothers did some music videos on Harold’s channel. Even though Trent’s not a fan of the genre, he let them do a bit of K/Pop. 

-In terms of Cody and Trent after the assault, Trent didn't blame Cody at all, and was just really proud of him. Trent was in the court when it happened. But Cody found out that Trent recorded the entire thing and posted it online. The comments were... 50/50. Some were proud of Cody, some claimed Sierra did nothing wrong. Cody didn't care. Trent and Cody were good friends again.

-Another thing Cody did was go to a pride club. He met Noah and Owen at that pride club. And Cameron was there, so they got to talk and properly meet each other.

-Cody focused more on himself after all of this. He pursued is music. He became a well paid doctor. He had a good dog. He had some good friends and potential bf? It's just a crush.

-Cody would be there to talk to anyone on his blogs how to detect an abuser, stand up to them, and leave them. He wanted to prevent others from going through what he did more than anything. Not a lot were able to get out of it. He was lucky he could. It's the least he could do.

(Unlike my last headcanon post, Cody gets a better ending. Or, I say that. I don't write these as life memoirs that end when they die. I am not the biggest Cody fan, and this took awhile to make cause Cody is a side character with not a lot to work with. That shouldn't be an excuse though, we're all the protagonists of our own stories. But I do like Cody, and I do feel bad for him and I wanted to give Cody an ending better than what the show called 'a good ending'. Total Drama has a relationship problem. When I first watched the show, I thought I was gonna hate Cody, as he reminded me of a lot of people I knew in real life, people who bullied and harassed me to no end. But no. Episode 8, he won me over as he proved he wasn't like that. Respect. Now SIERRA, that is the exact character I thought Cody was gonna be. You can harass me for making her an antagonist in this all you want, but I will NOT apologize. But there's other factors that played in me doing Cody next: TDDRI, short end of the stick there. And you guys messaged me a lot of questions regarding Cody, so I thought why not?)

Check out my other headcanon posts on TD characters, I put a lot of effort into them, and let me know if you want me to do someone else:

Owen:

Gwen:

Heather:

Duncan:

Harold:

Courtney:

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 1, poll 14

Propaganda

Komura Monument Library, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

There are mysteries in it, but still somehow it is a relatively safe haven. There are like two other people in it. You can LIVE in it when you are fifteen and honestly what else do you need. Especially when you are young Kafka on the Shore dealing with family curses.

The Thunderhead, Arc of a Scythe by Neal Shusterman:

It contains the collective knowledge of humanity and is a perfect, almost-sapient AI that doesn’t follow the “utopia is actually dystopia” trope

The Cloud Recesses' Library Pavilion, Mó Dào Zǔ Shī/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu:

I hope someone else has submitted a better propaganda; it's been awhile since I last read the novel. I hope there aren't any egregious mistakes.😔

During the aggression that the Qishan Wen sect is deploying in a bid to conquer the rest of the five great sects, members of the Gusu Lan sect were made to burn down the buildings of their own dwelling, starting with the Library Pavilion. In standing his ground and refusing to do so, Lan Wangji had his leg broken by Wen Xu. In the meantime, Lan Xichen retrieves what documents and scrolls he can from the library and seeks refuge, assisted by (whom will later be) his trusted sworn brother, Jin Guangyao.

Later in the story, it will be revealed that in assisting Lan Xichen in protecting the contents of, and further in rebuilding, the Library Pavilion, Jin Guangyao has attained access to the forbidden chamber of the library, and subsequently has attained knowledge of a song of turmoil, which he then uses to induce qi deviation in Nie Mingjue, who is also a sworn brother to Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao. Nie Mingjue later dies following this qi deviation.

The Librarium, Fire World by Chris d'Lacey:

It's a museum of books! There are Firebirds roaming the upper levels!

Aunt Josephine's Grammatical Library, A Series of Unfortunate Events:

So boring that the kids aren't even able to enjoy it even though reading is Klaus's greatest joy in life. Has a sick, plot-relevant, badass eye window looking out on its owner's greatest fear.

Library of Records at Heimlich Hospital, A Series of Unfortunate Events:

It is a vast archive held under a creepy hospital, possibly affiliated with a mysterious organisation, and curated by a cryptic man named Hal who insists that an archivists job is to file the documents, not read them:

"'The Library of Records contains information not only from Heimlich Hospital , but from all over the area. There's information about everything from poetry to pills, from picture frames to pyramids, and from pudding to psychology-and that's just in the P aisle, which we're walking down right now.'

'What an amazing place,' Klaus said. 'Just think of everything we can learn from reading all these files.'

'No, no, no,' Hal said, shaking his head sternly.

'We're supposed to file this information, not read it.'"

Also his organising principle is absolutely insane:

"First, you remove the paper clips and put them in this bowl. Then you glance at the information and figure out where it goes. Remember, try to read as little as possible.' He paused, unclipped a small stack of paper, and squinted at the top page. 'For instance,' he continued 'You only have to read a few words to see that these paragraphs are about the weather last week at Damocles Dock, which is on the shore of some lake someplace. So you would ask me to unlock cabinets in aisle D, for Damocles, or W, for weather, or even P, for paragraphs. It's your choice.'

'But won't it be difficult for people to find that information again?' Klaus asked. 'They won't know whether to look under D, W, or P.'

'Then they'll have to look under all three letters,' Hal said. 'Sometimes the information you need is not in the most obvious place.'"

Absolutely bonkers.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

Not shippy but Katara being a good Aunt to Lin jumped to mind at the promt.

Of course it’s after Amon (I’m always on my bullshit okay)

Lin lost track of how many times she’s woken up in the hospital, sore and sometimes still bleeding from whatever mishap sent her there.

This time was different.

This time she realized she wasn’t in the hospital in Republic City.

Lin went to sit up quickly and winced, grabbing the blankets she tossed them away to see her leg in a splint. She could tell it had been healed rapidly with bending but she would need to be careful with it for the next few weeks.

“Shit.” Lin hissed as her cold fingers traced the jagged scar from where the bone had broken skin. She closed her eyes and covered back over, recognizing she was in the south pole. In Aunt Katara’s home.

She winced again as memories caught up with her. Amon’s hand on her face. The shock of pain and the sound of her blood rushing in her ears. Lin didn’t even dare to try to bend, she knew it would be useless.

It wasn’t too long before the door slid open and Lin sat up, on guard in reflex even in the familiar environment.

Katara stood in the doorway.

“Linny, you’ve been through quite the ordeal.” Her weathered voice was still soft as she approached the bed Lin was sitting on. “I was able to heal your leg, but I advise you don’t strain yourself.”

Lin nodded and shifted in the bed so Katara could sit next to her.

“Thank you Aunt Katara. I- how did I get here?” Lin asked as she looked around again confirming in her mind where she was.

“Mako found you, carried you back to Oogie before they came here.”

Lin frowned but nodded.

“Did they do it? Is Amon gone?”

A sorrowful look captured Katara’s features.

“They managed to send him on the run… he got Korra before then though.”

Lin’s stomach twisted and she felt as if she was going to be sick.

“And Tenzin- the baby-“ Lin asked quickly her mind starting to race. Had they failed?

“They’re safe, they were captured but Korra and her friends got them out before it was too late.”

Lin’s stomach didn’t give her time to ask another question. Katara held up a basin for her to get sick in and rubbed her shoulders and back soothingly.

“Shhh it’s alright.” Katara said softly as if Lin were a child still. “You did such a good job Lin, Tenzin told me what you did for them. All of the kids are begging to see you again.”

Tears came to Lin’s eyes as she shook her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I failed! I-“

“No one failed, Linny. Amon was two steps ahead of us all, but we’re all safe now. And we will find a way to restore yours and Korra’s bending.” Katara set the basin aside and pulled Lin into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you Lin, I can never thank you enough for saving them.”

Lin pressed her cheek to Katara’s shoulder and tried to bite back her tears but they came anyway, her hands came up and she weakly held to Katara’s back as silent sobs trembled through her. She felt like a child, seeking comfort from her surrogate Aunt and Uncle when things went wrong and her mother wasn’t around.

“Just- stay a little longer, please,” Lin whispered once again safe in her Aunts embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere, little Linny.” Katara held her close and gently started to hum the lullaby Aang had sang for all of the kids so many years ago.

[ucetheones]

Don't Tell Him

*my other fics and requests are still in the works, i just couldn't drop this idea.

In Jon's mind, he and Josh would grow old together, the way twins were meant to. They'd get married around the same time, have kids in succession and just exist together with whatever partners the universe dropped in their laps.

It never occurred to him that Josh could die before him. Die as in stop breathing, and never open his eyes again.

It wasn't a thought worth entertaining, until it was. 

Because Josh lay prone; in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. A life that he'd barely begun living. They were only twenty after all, having just moved out of their parents house and into a cramped apartment with Joe. They were finally independent, and now Josh's life hung in the balance. 

At any moment, the machines breathing life into Jon's twin could fail at their job. At any moment, Jon could go from having his brother by his side, alive and happy, to buried and slowly being forgotten by those who claim to love him. 

The room is quiet aside from the sniffling of various people throughout said room. 

Obviously, Jon sat as close to Josh's bed as he could without disturbing the machines at work; Joe sat on the opposite side, his head hung low. 

By the window held Josh's boyfriend, Rami. He all but refused to get to close. He'd tearfully confessed that the reason Josh was hurt was because they'd been arguing on the drive back to Rami's apartment. There was mention of a patch of ice, and a skidding car, but Jon had tuned him out after. 

He'd made it out "unscathed". Rami's words, not Jon's. Because Jon wouldn't call a broken arm and cracked ribs unscathed, but there wasn't time to argue. Not while Josh was…there.

He knew it wasn't Rami's fault, but the man refused to accept that. If Rami had just waited to bring up the fact Josh hadn't been eating or sleeping well, they wouldn't all be waiting for a moment that may never come.

Eventually, their parents arrive with Sefa, and the sight of his mother's red eyes and his younger brother's downturned lips, has Jon rushing to Rami.

"You can't tell them y'all was arguing…my pops ain't gonna get it. He gon' try to blame you."

Rami just shakes his head, his throat going dry. "I have to, Jon. Their son could die because of me."

This time it's Jon who shakes his head, a scoff leaving him. "Uce, you was just worried about him. Tellin' them about the fight, means telling them everything goin' on with Josh, and 'ion think any of us can handle the can of worms Josh gon' open up if they find out he doin' that shit again."

Again. Because this isn't the first time Josh stopped eating and sleeping. It was something his family had spent so much time trying to help him with. They hadn't wanted to send him to a therapist back then, but they did. 

Rami seemed to mull over Jon's words, gently nodding. "You tell them then, please." There was a pleading tone to his voice, one that had Jon agreeing despite the disgusting feeling that settled in his stomach.

Telling them had gone as easy as Jon thought it would. Which is to say, it was difficult. Even with the details left out, the atmosphere of the room felt charged with a weird energy.

Joe had given his seat up to his aunt, claiming he'd sat long enough and wanted to stand.

No one commented on the fact that her legs had been shaking so much that their dad had been all that was holding her up.

It felt like hours before a doctor and nurse came into the room for updates, though said updates were no help, and did nothing to put anyone at ease.

They weren't sure why Josh hadn't woken up, when he would, or if he would. They knew nothing, and Jon wanted to scream. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs for someone to do something, for someone to bring Josh back to them. Back to him.

It took a lot of convincing, but when the nurse informed them that visiting hours would be ending soon, so only two people could stay, Jon had managed to sway his parents into going to get some rest.

Rami silently agreed to go with them, especially once Sefa had attached himself to the older man and refused to let go. It was obvious he was hesitant to leave his boyfriend, but everyone knew once Sefa latched onto someone, he wouldn't be letting go until he fell asleep. Jon thought Rami could use some rest as well, even if he hadn't voiced it.

Rami and Josh have been together for almost two years now. Two long years, that neither would trade for the world. Rami had easily been accepted into their family circle, it was hard to turn the redhead away, when just his presence was enough to have Josh smiling wider than anything else could.

If Josh wakes up…no, when Josh wakes up, he'll want to know Rami was okay. He'll want to know his boyfriend was well rested and fed.

When it was just Jon and Joe in the room, the beeping of machinery the only constant noise, Jon couldn't help the thoughts that raced through his mind. They weren't hopeful thoughts, they were frightening and left a sour taste in his mouth.

Thoughts of a life without Josh. A life where there was no Josh to poke fun at him for one embarrassing thing or the other, was no life. A future without Josh's constant rambles over things no one found interesting but him wasn't a future Jon wanted.

As it stood, he'd give anything to hear his younger brother ranting about some stupid ass show he was obsessed with, but ultimately hated. He'd give anything to switch places with Josh, right now. 

The sight of his baby brother stuck in a bed, unmoving, and not breathing on his own was one he wouldn't be forgetting. Because it was different from all the other times, the times where Josh was awake, even if he was grumbling about the disgusting food they'd served. Even when he was joking around about the state of his body.

"You think Lil' Uce can hear us?"

Jon shocks even himself when he breaks the silence in the room, his gaze falling on his cousin. 

The elder just shrugs, his lip tucked between his teeth. "If he can, he better wake the hell up right now, man." His tone is light, but there's a certain heaviness to it as well. 

Jon can't help but chuckle at his cousin's clear attempt at making him smile. "I hear that, Uce. He in for it when he wake up, trust me."

There was no real threat behind Jon's words, it was for the sake of lightening the mood. It worked, because Joe smiled over at him and it felt like a reward amongst the chaos.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks is how long it took for Josh to open his eyes. Fourteen days of Joe and Jon talking to the younger boy with no response from him.

At least the machines that kept him alive the first few days were no longer necessary as he could breathe on his own now.

The first sight Josh was greeted with was Jon drooling in the seat by his bed, his neck angled awkwardly as he slept.

With considerable effort, Josh managed to turn his head to see Joe in a similar position, though his head was propped up by his hand.

Josh wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and felt like sandpaper with each swallow of saliva. He wanted to know how he ended up here, but that required one of them being awake.

Time passed slowly to the boy, but eventually Jon was waking up. Josh knew because he'd started twitching his nose. A habit his twin had never dropped.

When their eyes met, Jon almost immediately leapt from his chair. His hair was wild, like he'd barely touched it for days. "Uce.." His voice came out winded and full of disbelief. Josh wanted to laugh, but he refrained. 

With a raised brow, Josh cleared his throat. Jon got the message and quickly helped him guzzle down a cup of cool water.

The feeling was so soothing to his throat.

"How do you feel, bro?"

Josh did his best to shrug. He paused when he finally noticed the cast that traveled almost to his shoulder from his wrist. It was like all at once, all the aches registered in his brain, and it was all he could focus on.

"Feels like I've been hit by a goddamn semi…Uce, what the fuck did I do?" to emphasize his words, he groans and throws his head back.

"You don't remember how you got here?"

Josh offered a shake of his head.

"Nah, the last thing I remember was leaving Sefa's birthday celebration at Disney."

This had Jon furrowing his brows. They'd taken Sefa there for his birthday almost three years ago. How could Josh's last memory be from three fucking years ago?

"Josh…how old are we?" 

It was clear the question confused his twin, but he scoffed and turned his head to look at Jon once more. 

"We gon' be eighteen, Uce." 

Jon was silent. He wasn't sure what he was meant to say. His brother had lost three years. Meaning he had no fucking idea who Rami was, or that they'd be signing contracts with NXT in a matter of weeks. He didn't know that him, Joe and Jon all lived together. 

Lucky for him, Joe seemed to have caught the tail end of their conversation, and quickly butted in.

"I'm gonna get a nurse. To let them know you're up, yeah?" His eyes met Jon's, and his message was clear. 

"Don't tell Josh anything yet." Jon wasn't sure how he'd tell him anyway, so he'd leave that to the doctors. 

Maybe Josh was just disoriented and would soon gather his bearings. Maybe this memory loss was permanent. 

If it was…Jon isn't too confident for what it means moving forward.

[elfandomdelpandicornioyeldorito]

Chapter 8. Stupid decisions

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)

Word count: 940

Trigger Warning: injuries, broken ankle, hospital, talk of absent father, OC character sparring with Steve

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel characters, only the Original characters are mine.

General Masterlist - Willow Series Masterlist

1 year later since the Snap

What started as a fight lesson for the Rivera siblings ended up being a whole activity involving the majority of the women of the Rivera extended family, and of course, Miguel Rivera.

Rogers and Romanoff were impressed the first time they tested the siblings.

"Mom taught me so I could do the same with my sister” he explained “also, most of my uncles and aunts were in the army, so they taught us things too”

“Yeah, that is true. And my grandma taught us how to ensemble a rifle in less than a minute, she was a total badass back in her day” Val smiled with nostalgia “I miss that vieja loca”

Most of the cousins were resting or stretching, it has been a busy day, a year was enough for them to be good at fighting, but most of the ladies were really fast learners. Miguel had some intensity when he started to do something, he started to train every day until he hurt himself, making Valentina the rational one that time and make him train at least two days a week and rest the other days.

“She’s getting better, and… stronger? Did Steve stumble?” Miguel and Nat make a pause to watch the action in the other end of the training room

“That is a nice move, oh, the punch” the spectators hissed when her fist ended in Steve's shield and Natasha winced thinking of the amount of pain in Valentinas hand.

There was a tense silence while they were witnesses of the most ambitious fight that Val has ever done, on the other hand, their cousin Diana takes out the first aid kit bandages and her cousin Michelle runs to the kitchen for ice.

“Sweet yisus , se va a matar, voy a tener que recogerla en pedazos” Miguel was feeling anxious, and his emotion was getting stronger when he witnessed how his sister deflected in the air Steve’s shield with a leg kick.

The sound of the shield getting stuck in the wall was enough to make everyone stop everything, and they started to contain their breath, not knowing what could happen now.

Punches, leg kicks, deflecting the other attacks, both repeat the dance all over again, until Valentina can use her fox quickness to slip away, kick Steve in his back and later in his face with her knee.

“Lo hizo sangrar!” exclaimed Diana, covering her face un surprise

“Please please please, tell me this is it” Valentina supplicates, not moving from her defense pose “I can’t move, I think I broke my leg and something else that I didn’t know I have”

Miguel looks up to the ceiling, catching a glimpse of what it looked like a security camera.

“Cameras are still working?”

“I think so…” answered Natasha. The older sibling only nods and runs to assist his sister. 

Steve's nose was bleeding, meaning that was a really well made kick or was strong enough, he cleans himself a little with the back of his hand, being a super soldier means healing faster, a bloody nose was just a little inconvenience.

“Helen!” Diana voice was strong, that was her boss voice “Llamale a tía Gloria y pregunta si está en el hospital. Y dile a Michelle que llame a tio Fer, que perdió la apuesta y que nos tiene que pagar”

“Seriously? I have a potential broken leg y ustedes huevones apostando para cuando pasaba esto?!” Val use Steve and Miguel as help for walk up to her backpack “I’m starting to hate all of you”

Steve drove them to the hospital, aunt Gloria was doing her shift, that helped them a lot. 

Both men patiently drink a cup of coffee in the waiting room while Valentina was being checked by a doctor, the poor older sibling was feeling his muscles loose and the nervous tremors starting to stop.

“Something is bothering her, she only does stupid things when she is mad”

“So, she is always mad?”

“Kind of…” Miguel held his head low, the floor was pretty interesting to see when he spoke about ‘the subject’ “Thing is… My dad left us in April like seventeen years ago… And is just a few days left for April to start, which means that she is going to be fucking mad the first fifteen days of the month, she just blames herself”

“Why? It was someone else decision, not hers”

“Dad never loved her back, we even think that he never loved mom either. He is… or was… that kind of person that likes shiny things, he saw a shiny beautiful girl with emotional needs and just used that for his advantage, then he left with his second wife in Portugal, a 23 year old skinny beautiful girl, she was like a model… the last thing i knew was that he married his fifth wife, another young lady to mentally abuse. Mom died believing she wasn’t enough for him, and Val grew up believing she wasn’t perfect enough for having a father”

Both stayed in silence, there weren't enough words for them to describe their feelings. 

Aunt Gloria arrived a few hours later, it wasn’t her job to tell them the news, but she was doing it anyway.

“The hand is fine, just needs rest and if possible no movement for at least two weeks. But she had a broken ankle for not using the proper protection gear for whatever the hell she was doing.” Miguel groans, throwing his head back “And honestly, coming from Valentina it has been a miracle that she spent an entire year with no accidents. Oh, and she needs surgery”

“Fuck…”

Tags: @pinkpondofasgard @invisibleanonymousmonsters @dance-dreamer @americasmarauders

[countessofravenclaw]

5 and 11 for the gastina kids

Yay! Just for a reminder we are talking about Oscar (2029), Aurora (2031) and Laura (2032) Perida

Any planned stories/events with the kids in your head?

Obviously, we have the ongoing time travel escapade with Aurora, so lets not talk about that.

I have talked before about the story about Laura getting her first boyfriend at 14, after she meets him at a skating camp. The guy, Alex, is also 14, and a son of a locar firehouse's truck captain and elementary school literature teacher. They're also Spanish (this is important).

Laura's ecstatic, as she is a hopeless romantic and obviously she believes that she has found the "grand love of her life" when again, she's 14, just started high school. Something that Gastón and Nina will have to deal with. Obviously there are gonna be few boundaries and rules in place, like any responsible parents' would do, when their kid is 14 and dating somebody.

Alex's parents, especially his mother, are just a tad bit intimidated by their son's girlfriend turning out to be a daughter of the basically the poster person of Castillo Corporations, a notable and quite acclaimed engineer who is rumoured to be on his way to becoming the next CEO of the company and a successful and accomplished author and literary artist (yes, Gastón and Nina have done quite well for themselves in 20 years, what else were you expecting?). Not to mention the whole granddaughter of millionaires part (Gastón's nt gonna keep his inheritance for himself. Mst of it actually goes to his kids).

Yeah... so, Laura's gonna get her heart broken, because Alex's family moves back to Spain after his Dad's promotion to battalions chief.

She has hard time comprehending the reasons because "they were in love" and that's all that should have mattered to her, ignoring all the real life reasons why a working class immigrant family might wanna return to their country. Again, she is 14.

The heartbreak clouds her judgement, to the point where she gets risky on the skating rink and falls badly.

She ends up in the hospital (yes, again with the hospital) with a pretty messed up leg and a at least a mild concussion.

So, very fun summary...

The Time Travel one, doesn't really highlight anyone in the Roller crew as parents, so this will will definitely focus on that. I mean Nina's gonna get pretty fun trauma response, given the events of my recent fic and now something similar is happening to their duaghter

I have another story kind of planned, focusing on Oscar and kind of finishing the whole arch of Stella having a crush on him... but lets save that for another day.

How are their relationships with other relatives (grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc)?

Well, cousins, aunts and uncles are pretty easy. They don't have any, since neither Gastón or Nina don't have siblings.

But, on the other hand, Gastón has nine cousins and Jonathan and April especially are involved with kids' lives. Basically Gastón's cousins are called aunts and uncles. And kids will have several second cousins who they hang out once in a while.

Grandparent wise: Ricardo is the fun and cooky granddad, who maybe not around that much (since he's in Miami) in person but they're in contact and he sends them games to demo and stuff like that. They do see each other too, because they travel and alot and gpt to visit Miami and stuff. I think Ricardo will find a woman or a partner there, but she won't act any sort of grandparent role.

Ana and Mora are quite involved. Ana is Granny and Mora is more often than not called Nana Mora. No one is questioning it, the kids just have three grandmothers.

Same with Gastón parents. Very involved grandparents. I think Gastón and Nina in general are closer to his parent which is actually Nina's choice. They are the go to babysitters, who you can drop the kids and the dog whenever, especially after Gastón manages to convince them to at least retire part time.

Other thing to note about especially Nina's parents is that, like I said above, they are involved with their grandchildren, but she doesn't want Ana and Ricardo to be involved together, because even when they do get along much better as the time goes on and they're aren't in the same continent for the most times. Nina does not wanna risk it. Heaven forbid she ever subjects her own kids to anything close to what she went through.

Ana and Ricardo only like see the kids at the same time during parties like birthdays and graduations. Otherwise Nina does not let them hang out with them together.

[lexiepoch]

Marvel Imagine: You Steal Something of Theirs

Word Count: 3348

Tony Stark:You're chilling on the couch after a long twelve hour shift at the Children's Hospital. "Hey babe! Hoe you seen my- oh. That's where it is. I see you decided to steal my shirt again." says your boyfriend, Tony Stark, coming into the living room shirtless, his hair still wet from the shower he just took.

"Yep, I just worked twelve hours on midnights. I deserve to relax on the couch in my boyfriends shirt. C'mere sexy, gimme a kiss." you say, very obviously flirting with him. He chuckles as he crosses the room to stand between your spread legs.

"You look really cute in this. It's massive on you." he teases, leaning down to kiss you. "Why didn't you join me in the shower?"

"Because Tony, I've been on my feet most of the night. I also work again tonight, I need to be able to walk." you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

Pepper Potts: Walking into your apartments living space, you pout as you see the two suitcases by the door. "Pep! Do you really have to go?" you whine, walking into your bedroom where your girlfriend is packing.

"Yes Y/N, I do. You know that baby. Don't worry, with work you won't have time to miss me. It's only three weeks babes." she says, hugging you. "Plus it's a work trip, love."

"Yeah, but you're going with Stark! I don't trust him Pep!" you whine, hugging her back.

"Baby, its going to be fine. Tony knows I'm with you. Stop pouting Y/N, you look like a child."

"If I'm a child that means you can't leave me here alone. That's a good thing." you say pouting more.

"Baby, enough of this. How about this, you quit the little pouty baby act and I leave you the good vibrator and my favourite blazer, does that sound good? That way you can tape yourself making yourself cum looking all pretty." your eyes light up at her dirty words, snatching the blazer and toy from her extended hands. "That's what I thought. Good girl. I had better hear my name fall from these pretty lips, understood?" She says, hand coming up to ghostingly brush her fingers across your lips.

"Yes ma'am. Love you Pepper." you whisper, leaning in for a kiss...

Peter Parker: "Do you know how hard it was to explain where that sweater went? When did you even steal it?!" asks your boyfriend, Peter Parker, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, leaning in to plant kisses on the shell of your ear. You're standing in front of your locker digging through your bag, trying to find the homework from last Friday.

"Pete! That tickles! Quit it Peter! I stole it on Saturday! While you were in the bathroom!" you giggle,  squirming in his arms.

"You stole my sweater, you little sneak! Aunt May laughed at me this morning! All cause you snatched this!" he says, tugging slightly on the sleeve of the pullover you stole from his closet.  The pair of you laugh together for a while.

Sam Wilson: You hear the front door open, so without turning to look you call out to your fiancée. "Morning Sammy! How was the run today?"

"It was great! You'll never guess who I met! Wow! Oh, wow thats a surprise! Please tell me that's all you're wearing!" he says, coming into the kitchen to see you in front of the stove in one of his button ups.

"Yes Sam, it is. Since you were in such a hurry to rail me last night, my panties and bra are both broken. So I helped myself to one of your many button downs. I figured you wouldn't mind the sight. Now tell me, who did you meet?" you say, not bothering to turn towards him.

"Captain America. Ran with him, sort of. Turn around, I wanna see how many marks I left. Sorry about your bra, I know you only bring one. I'll go out and buy you a new one later." he says spinning you around by your waist, admiring the many hickeys and love bites he left all over your chest and collarbones. "Fuck, you make me so horny baby. Can breakfast wait?" he whispers, peering down the oversized shirt to see your breasts and many marks scattered there.

"No, you can wait. Go sit down, be patient and wait till I'm finished making breakfast, you horndog." you say pushing him off of you playfully.

Steve Rogers: On your day off you had decided to head across town to the compound to hang out with your Avenger friends. "Y/N! Finally got a day off?!" says Bucky as you step off the elevator. You nod, smiling at him.

"Fury finally let you out of the damn building! Hurrah!" says Natasha, raising a shot glass in your direction before downing it.

"Nat, it's ten thirty in the morning. Don't you think it's a little early to be drinking?" you sigh, shaking your head.

"No. I'm Russian, it's never to early for a drink!" she says blowing you a playful kiss as you sit down.

"Don't mind her, she has a mission to go on later and doesn't want to go. Also, hey Y/N!" says Tony, waving from the kitchen. You wave back, smiling at him too.

"I'd be fine to go on the mission if I wasn't paired with a fucking newbie!" she yells at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You'll be fine Romanoff. He knows what he's doing." says Tony, dismissing her displeasure.

~Time Skip~ *2 pm*

"Look! I'm Cap! All brawn, no brain!" you joke, holding up the shield. "This has some serious heft to it, holy crap. Then again I don't work out daily like you lot do." your English accent really comes out as you speak.

"My girlfriend looks really cute holding my shield, dont you think Buck? Sam, eyes off her ass, she's mine. Hey baby." says Steve, pecking your cheek as he passes to go sit on the couch with Clint.

"Hell yeah she does Stevie. I bet she would look real adorable in your old clothes. You should really try to get ahold of those, Stevie." says the other super soldier, winking at you.

"Hi Stevie! Did you-?" you cut off, embarrassed, laying the shield on the floor.

"Hear? Yeah, but it's okay baby. I know you were just playing around. Come sit doll." he says, patting his thighs, smiling at you. Skipping over the shield, you cross the room to plop into his lap happily. You squirm a little bit to get comfortable, before leaning back onto your boyfriends broad chest. Lowering his voice, Steve whispers huskily in your ear. "But you're still getting on your knees for your Captain tonight, princess."

Bucky Barnes: "Hey Buck? What's in that box?" you ask, pointing to a small unlabeled box ontop of his dresser.

"It's my Winter Soldier mask. Go on, go look." he says predicting your next question.

"Thanks Bucky!" You chirp, putting you book face down on the nightstand before throwing back the covers of the bed you were both snuggled up in. You pad over to his dresser in your bare feet, popping the lid of the box off without issue. You gently pull the mask that's nestled inside out so you can get a good look at it. "It's so intricately made but yet still slightly malleable. Can I try it on? Please Bucky?" You comment.

"Go on doll. Put it on and give me your scariest growl." He says softly, giving you permission. You carefully position the mask on your face before fastening the strap around the back of your head. You turn towards your boyfriend and give him your best growl, which sends him into peels of laughter. "My god, you're fucking adorable doll. C'mere my little soldier. Look at your pretty little green eyes, just shining in contrast. So fucking cute." You walk around to his side of the bed and he grabs your head, pressing a kiss between your eyes. "Next time we fuck you're wearing this. I can't wait to hear your pretty little sounds get muffled by my mask. No objections, doll."

Bruce Banner: "C'mon Y/N! Give it back! I've got work to do! Come down from there! You're going to hurt yourself Y/N!" Yells your husband, chasing you through the compound, watching as you kick off your shoes and climb onto the kitchen island, still holding his lab coat.

"No Brucie! No lab work today! You need a break! F. R. I. D. A. Y., block my husbands access to the labs until tomorrow morning."

"Right away Mrs. Banner." Replies the AI.

"I'm still getting used to that." Says Bruce, smiling at the floor.

"What? The fact that we're married? Brucie, baby, it's almost been a year." You tease your husband.

"I know, I know. But please come down. I don't want you to get hurt."

Natasha Romanoff: "What the fuck? Where are they?" You hear your girlfriend say, holding the wrist of her Black Widow catsuit in her hand.

"Are you perhaps looking for these bad boys, Natty?" You say from the doorway, holding up your wrists, admiring the Widow Bites adorned there.

"What?! How?!" She says clearly confused.

"You know, they do say old habits die hard." You tease reaching into your back pocket, pulling out an old looking lock picking kit.

"My god, you mischievous little brat! You're lucky I love you Y/N, otherwise you would be in deep shit. Give me those! And that! Looks like I need to invest in some better locks, don't I? Love you baby." She says pulling you in for a kiss by your waist, but not before taking away the weapons and lock picking kit.

"I love you too, Natty. New lip balm? I like it." You say, licking your lips after pulling back.

Clint Barton: "Alright Y/N. Where is it?" Asks your boyfriend, Clint, leaning over you, keeping a steady grasp on your chin.

"Where is what, Clint? Give me a hint as to what you're looking for babe." You sass.

"Where is my glove? It's missing and you're the only one with access to it besides me." He demands.

"Kiss me first, then I'll tell." You say puckering your lips. His crash onto yours and you can taste his peppermint lip balm.

"There's your kids babe. Tell me now, please?" You pull him in close to whisper in his ear.

"Have a look where we keep our 'play' things, love."

"Seriously!?" You nod your head, winking at him.

Wanda Maximoff: "Y/N, that's Wanda's favourite. She always uses that one." Says Sam as you gather the cozy blanket in your arms to take to your arm chair.

"I am well aware of this Sam. Keep your nose where it belongs before it breaks." You say snarkily, letting your canines peek through a bit, as your tail whips behind you.

"Woah there kitty, don't bite my head off. Aren't you not supposed to wear hoods until your ear infection is healed? Order by Dr. Cho?" he comments, pointing to your head.

"I'll break it Sam, don't test me."

~Time Skip~ *20 minutes later*

"Y/N, baby, why are you all curled up in my blanket pouting?" Asks Wanda, crouching down to be closer to your height. Your only response is a quiet whimper as your ears twitch non-stop under your hood. "Ears bugging you again?" You nod slightly. "Do we need to put ointment in them again, babe?"

"No! No ointment! Yucky!" You whine, blatantly rejecting the idea. She smiles softly, reaching up to knock your hood back to examine the insides of your ears.

"I think we need some ointment and maybe a good cuddle. We've got a fussy little kitty on our hands who's in discomfort. If you let me put the ointment in, it's gonna make you feel better babe." She says, scratching between your ears.

"No! No ointment, Wands! Feels so gross! Don't like it!"

"Did I hear that the kitten needs her ear ointment?" Says Steve, coming into the room, carrying the all too familiar box.

"No!" You dive beneath the blanket, trying to fight the pair off.

"Yes you did Steve. Come here Y/N, you know its for the best." responds Wanda, grabbing your squirming form through the thick fabric. Eventually they get you pinned to the floor. Wanda ensures your hands are pinned you your sides with her knees as she holds your head still while Steve drips the ointment into your ears, ignoring your hisses and pained mewls. Once it's finished, Wanda scoops your tired form up off the floor and wraps you in the blanket like a burrito.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it babe?" She says, stroking your face with a thumb. You let out a weak hiss, showing your dislike to the ointment. "You're fine, babe. I love you."

"Love you too Wands. I'ma nap now."

"Okay baby, you take a nap."

Pietro Maximoff: "Ahhh!" yells the speedster, running into a wall, having lost control.

"Pietro, where are your shoes?!" asks Natasha, watching the whole thing with you by her side.

"I don't know! Someone stole them!" he exclaims, stomping one of his socked feet. He zooms out of the room, slipping all over the place. When he's out of earshot, you and Natasha both burst into giggles.

"Good plan Y/N. That was hilarious." says Natasha, high-fiving you as you continue to giggle about your boyfriends childishness.

Thor Odinson: "Y/N, I need my cape back." says your fiancee.

"But Thor! It's cozy! It makes the perfect reading blanket!"

"I'm going to Midguard, darling. I promise I'll bring you something back again. But please, my cape." you huff but hand it over to him. "Thank you darling. I'll see you soon." he plants a kiss on top of your head.

Loki Laufeyson:"Loki! Darling, look what I taught myself to do today! you say excitedly, as you approach your beloved on the throne.

"What did you teach yourself, my dear?"he asks, clearly amused by your enthusiasm. You raise your hands, showing that they are empty before there is a burst of white light in front of each hand. When the light fades Loki sees that you're holding his daggers. You spin them in your hands, grinning hugely at the man seated on the throne in front of you. "You little thief, those are mine! Give those back darling, I don't want you hurting yourself. But that is very impressive my love." he praises, holding his hands out for his sacred weapons.

Giggling with mischief, you shake your head before darting from the room, enticing the young prince to chase after you. "Come get them Loki!" you call back towards him, voice echoing off the castle walls. He gets up from the throne, grinning like a child again before chasing after you.

Lady Sif: Upon entering your shared quarters she looks around, trying to spot you. Thats when she hears the scrape of your sharpening stone across metal come from your walk in closet. When she opens the door, she comes across an adorable sight. You on the floor, wrapped in her cape with her sword across your lap. "Y/N, darling, what have we said about this obsessive behaviour?" she says gently, fingers finding there way into your hair.

"That I need to stop it. Sorry Sif, I was bored." you say as you smile up at her, handing her the sword and stone without hesitation.

"Thank you my darling. Why didn't you read a book instead?"

"I needed something to do with my hands. I've felt fidgety all day long."

"Oh all right, I guess that's fine then. Why don't you go lay in the bed while I put these away? I'll join you soon, my darling."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes my darling, cuddles." you grin at her, flouncing past her and flop onto your shared bed. "You're adorable Y/N. Absolutely adorable." she says looking back at you, seeing your little wiggles as you try to get comfy. You begin to whine, as she's taking too long for your desire. "I'm coming darling. I'm coming." You curl up into her chest, drapping your legs over hers.

Dr. Strange: "Y/N. Give me my razor back, I need to shave."

"But Stephen! You look so good all scruffy! I like your little mini beard! It's so cute!" you whine, holding the razor behind your back, underneath the Cloak of Levitation.

"Y/N, please, just give it back. It'll grow back in a few weeks, my love." your husband pleads, hand extended out for you to give him what he asked for.

"Yeah but then you'll just shave it off again! Just like you do every time!" you complain, furrowing your eyebrows. The pair of you lock eyes.

"Fine, but I'm shaving it tomorrow, got it?" he gives in, blinking first.

"Yay! Thank you Stephen!" you say, happily bouncing in place.

Carol Danvers: As you lay in bed, cuddling the cat laying next to you, you hear your door unlock, open and close again. You listen to Carols footsteps as they come down the hall of your apartment. "Knock knock babe. I'm coming in." she says outside your bedroom door.

"Hey Carol!" you say, trying to be optimistic as she comes in.

"Hey beautiful. How you feeling?"

"How'd you know I was sick?"

"You stole Goose. You only ever steal Goose when you're sick. Otherwise I would've found you asleep on the floor of my apartment with Goose on top of you." she says coming to check your forehead. "Are you gonna answer my question or no?" she kisses your forehead, reaching to pet her cat that you stole from her apartment.

"If I'm honest Carol, I feel like shit. But Goose makes it a little better." you say, stroking one hand down the length of the creature beside you.

"God, you're cute. I'm going to make you some soup, cuddle Goose. Love you bubs."

"Love you too!" you call after her.

She pops her head back into the bedroom moments later. "You do know he's a flerkin, not actually a cat, right?"

"Yes I know. But Goosie looks like a kitty, therefore I call him a kitty. A cute kitty at that." Carol rolls her eyes at your childish behaviour before blowing you a kiss. 

T'challa: "You will bring her back safe, yes?" says the King of Wakanda, holding you close by your hips.

"Don't worry T'challa, love. I'm just giving her the authentic California experience that you failed to do. We will both be just fine, don't worry I grew up there. Now, I love you and I'll see you in a week." you say, pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

~Time Skip~ *one week later*

As the pair of you disembark the jet, you see your fiancee exit the building ahead of you. "You would think he missed us, wouldn't you Shuri?" you joke, continuing towards him.

"You would think so!" she says, laughing with you.

"Shuri! Y/N! You made it home safely! I'm so glad! I missed both of you dearly." says the King, gathering you both in his arms for a hug.

"We missed you too brother! You would've enjoyed the trip! We went to DisneyLand! And to a waterpark! says Shuri, grinning widely.

"Y/N went on rides? That's a surprise."

"Oh, no. You'll never catch me on a Disney ride, I watched her though. I've got some photos to show you later, but first I need a nap. Join me my love?"

"Always darling. Shuri, I want to hear all about the rides later, understood sister?"

"Of course brother! Of course! For now, I'm off to my lab, I did miss spending my days there."

"Of course you did, Shuri. Now, darling, are we really going for a nap, or did you have another motive to do with me?"asks your fiancee in your ear.

"I guess you'll have to wait and find out." you tease, winking at hmm.

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What’s the longest Daniel and Terry have gone without speaking after a fight in Mobverse? And what’s the worst fight they’ve ever had, like “I should have never married this man and want a divorce?” Do they argue often? Are the pups ever scared that Papa and Mama are going to stop loving each other?

There might have been a huge fight after Yasmin got injured in a shootout. That would have brought every frustration they have to the surface: Terry telling Daniel that he's being willfully naieve about business, Daniel accusing Terry of endangering their pups, Terry saying Yasmin is a young Alpha and that is how they are, Daniel telling him to stop being sexist, things ultimately culminating in Daniel lamenting his forced marriage, Terry spitting back that if he hated it so much go complain to his precious Pop, Daniel saying Terry forced the Don's hand and Terry saying "It wasn't about you, stop making everything about you!", and Daniel lamenting Terry's a loveless bastard whose family are nothing but chesspieces to him. It's a mess. It's an awful mess. Daniel spends most of the time in hospital with Yasmin (who has a broken leg and some stitches but is otherwise fine), Terry starts day drinking and Sam calls an emergency meeting with the Kreeses, the LaRussos and Aunt Amanda, as well as all her siblings (save Yasmin). It's her first big test. Robby, Eli and Luna are terrified. Gianni and Anthony are trying to strategise. Ah, it's terrible.

Ultimately, Don LaRusso sends a bouquet of red and white roses to Yasmin, knowing Daniel would see it and know its meaning: if you want him dead, say the word, you have my blessing.

Daniel goes home to Terry within the hour.