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mutedsilence · 4 years ago

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I decided to create a post with links to all my work. They include summaries and the tag list. It’s under the split. I’ll update as I write more.

Or, here’s a link to my dashboard MutedSilence

The Towel Johnlock Domestic Fluff Domestic Pride Gay Sherlock Holmes Bisexual John Watson Towels Flags Words: 2,002 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: John and Sherlock have been living together for just about a year in this. Sherlock is given a towel from Mycroft for his birthday.

Ianto Sings Janto Dancing and Singing Singing Fluff Domestic Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Words: 844 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ianto is alone in the hub. He decides to start singing, he doesn't know he's not alone.

Soldier and his Detective Series Johnlock Mystrade New Meeting Fluff AU Kissing papa lestrade Worry Sherlock is a Brat Established Mystrade Protectiveness Protective Sibling Rivalry Texting Mycroft is really protective but a bit of a dick too Feelings almost break up First Dates John Watson in Afghanistan Homophobic Language Phone Calls email BAMF John Background Case Mycroft Being a Good Brother Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings Jealousy Words:45,738 Works:3 Complete:Yes

Summary: Sherlock is on a case. Just as he's about to be taken down by the suspect, a stranger takes down the suspect and Sherlock begins to fall for the blond stranger. (This is a story set in with a different meeting, John is on leave from the army and Sherlock has started his career with the met.)

Trying to Forget Ianto Janto The 456 Aftermath Grief/Mourning Drinking Jack Needs a Hug Hurt Jack Words: 438 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: So, in the doctor who episode - End of Time part 2 - the Doctor tips off Jack to Alonso. It takes place in a bar and I decided to carry it on.

Mission to Flirt Johnlock Pining John Fluff Angst with a Happy Ending Slow Burn Flirting Jealous Sherlock Oblivious John Mutual Pining First Kiss Hospitals Background Case Greg Lestrade & John Watson Friendship Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes Bisexual John Watson Gay Sherlock Holmes Proud Greg Lestrade Words: 9,064 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Turns out John has been staring at Sherlock like a love sick teen. Greg decides that John just needs to flirt. So, he does. Sort of. He certainly tried to at least.

Fine. I admit, I love him. Johnlock Pining Texting Mycroft's Meddling Pining Sherlock Holmes AU Fluff References to Oscar Wilde Language of Flowers Background Case Distracted Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Being a Good Brother No Reichenbach Secret Admirer Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson Oblivious John Words: 9,237 Chapters: 14/14

Summary: Mycroft has had enough of Sherlock's pining and decides to make him do something about it. Starting with Sherlock figuring out his feelings for John. ((Set before the Reichenbach fall))

Christmas at Holmes Manor Johnlock Mystrade Christmas Party Developing Johnlock AU Different First Meeting Mentions of drugs Depressed John Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism John has been discharged Developing Relationship First Kiss Developing Mystrade Mycroft is good with Children Words: 4,838 Chapters: 6/6 Collections: 1

Summary: Mummy is known for her Christmas parties at Holmes Manor. Sherlock hates the parties and tries to avoid them. This year he can't get out of it. He hates every second. But will he hate it after meeting an army captain?

Hannibal Montannibal Alternate Universe - Hannah Montana Fusion Pure and utter crack beggar's clay chicken inspired by a shitpost Will is a fanboy Hannibal in a dress and wig?? just go with it Ambiguous/Open Ending Words: 613 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Hannah Montana/Hannibal fusion. No one knows that Hannibal is Montannibal, that is until he invites Will Graham for dinner.

The Soul Patch IronStrange Soulmate AU Tumblr Prompt Heart Attacks First Kiss CPR Post-Doctor Strange (2016) Stephen saves Tony it's a little cheesy Words: 1,411 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with a black section of skin where their soulmate touches them skin-on-skin for the first time. When this happens, the mark changes to said soulmate’s eye color. Tony Stark and Stephen Strange both hate it because they’ve had to live with the stigma of having black lips all their lives. Tony goes into cardiac arrest at a gala, and Stephen ends up giving him CPR.The prompt I based this off. Set after the events of Doctor Strange (2016)

Who is Victor Trevor? Johnlock Teenlock Unilock Jealous John POV Sherlock Holmes victor is made up practice date First Dates Sherlock Holmes and John Watson Being Idiots Words: 3,256 Chapters: 1/1

Sherlock is in love with his best friend, John Watson. When confronted, Sherlock makes up Victor Trevor - a person that Sherlock wants to ask on a date. John offers to help by taking Sherlock on a practice date. The one thing Sherlock wants more than anything.

I Feel Like I Don’t Even Know Him! Johnlock Fake/Pretend Relationship Developing Relationship and Friendships Implied/Referenced Suicide AU Different First Meeting couples counselling It's For a Case Parental Greg Lestrade Protective Mycroft Holmes Slow Burn idiots to lovers Implied/Referenced Drug Use Miscommunication Eventual Happy Ending Did I Mention They Were Idiots? It's Sad Seriously It's Sad You Have Been Warned Words: 26,108 Chapters: 25/25

Summary: John is leaving therapy. Sherlock needs to get into the office of a couples counselor. A frantic Sherlock bumps into John as he's making his way out. John - with nothing better to do - agrees to pretend to be a stranger's boyfriend for the afternoon. Beats going home.

Let Me Share Your Pain IronStrange Hurt Stephen Strange Hurt Tony Stark Protective Stephen Strange Friends to Lovers Arguing First Kiss Hurt/Comfort Words: 3957 Chapter 1/1

Tony begins to feel stronger and better than ever. He doesn’t question it, not when his movements are quicker and his mind is sharper. His anxieties and pain appear to have diminished altogether. And the next time he’s facing a villain he finds there’s barely a scratch on him. Funnily enough Doctor Strange looks ten times worse himself after battles lately, even in ones he hardly has a hand in. Tony slowly discovers that Stephen cast a spell to absorb all of Tony’s injuries as his own.

I'll Tell You Until You Believe Me IronStrange Jealous Tony Stark Pining Pining Tony Stark Oblivious Stephen Strange First Kiss Love Confessions Insecurity Insecure Stephen Strange author projecting their insecurities onto the character check Words: 2231 Chapter 1/1

Stephen is quite popular, what with his status as sorcerer supreme, good looks and compassion. Stephen is oblivious to it all, chalking it up as just weird alien customs. One day, an interdimensional being aids Stephen and Tony in battle, flirting with Stephen the whole time. Tony feels protective of Stephen but lets it go for now (pre-relationship, Tony’s kinda jealous yes). Only this keeps happening and it builds up, Tony can’t take anymore and confronts Stephen about why he never shoots down nor reciprocates the advances of the inter-dimensional beings. Light angst where Stephen accidentally reveals that his obliviousness stems from his insecurities. He thinks Tony is pulling his leg.

Eastern Seaboard Ironstrange Established Relationship Bottom Tony Stark Established Tony/Stephen Is this crack?? Humour Tony's nicknames for the team Words: 717 Chapter 1/1

The only time Tony sees a hint of Stephen’s full power, without his moral limitations, is when they make love and Stephen’s magic accidentally causes an earthquake that knocks out the power of the whole eastern seaboard. Tony decides it's an achievement worthy of a nickname.

Super Fucking Long Sherlock Fic, Stop Being a Bitch and Finish It. Johnlock Slow Burn really really slow Angst Smut Fluff Eventual Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Unrequited Love mutual unrequited love Mutual Pining Violence Murder Case Fic Homophobia Homophobic Language POV Sherlock Holmes Idiots in Love they're really stupid and can't see past their noses but we love them Masturbation Oblivious Hate Crimes Hate Speech Hurt/Comfort Copping Off Coming Out Greg Lestrade & John Watson Friendship Sherlock Whump Words: 31,275 Chapter 48/?

Sherlock is bored out of his mind - luckily Lestrade has a string of murders. Even luckier - Sherlock and John have to go undercover in a gay bar, and John's in tight clothes. But what if going back into that scene reminds Sherlock of his uni days? And what if he reverts back to shameless pleasure behind clubs? What if John never returns his affections? A series of life-threatening problems could both bring them together, and drive them apart.

Our Journal Mystrade Developing Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Lestrade Can Draw switching POV Slow Burn Fluff mystrade Mystrade is art Mycroft is a Softie Even if just in his head Words: 3,798 Chapter 6/?

When the sketch artist is off, Greg is asked to step in. Like any artist - he thinks he's no good and hates his work. Mycroft just so happens to be around to lend some paper. After becoming enraptured in Greg's drawing, Mycroft's once-dormant feelings begin to fester again.

#fanfic #bbc sherlock #mcu #torchwood #hannibal #SahD #FiAiLH #c@hm #IFLIDEKH!#LMSYP #ITYUYBM #SFLSFSBABAFI #OJ

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cabin-7 · 5 years ago

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Did someone say solangelo???

Secret Smooches

@i-love-all-books I got you bro

TW: I dont think there are any but tell me if any are needed.

Word count:2231 short and simple

AN: this started super late at night and I just kept comin back to it so here's a fluffy as hell Solangelo fic written by yours truly. It also not been checked so grammar mistakes aka terrible writing ahead

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Nico didn’t know why it started. To most people, it was endearing what Will did but to Nico, he was just annoyed. He enjoyed kisses from his boyfriend, but not so suddenly. At least that’s what he told everyone else.

It started a few weeks into their relationship. Nico was sitting at the Hades table eating whatever he had first thought of when he heard Will walk past, seemingly talking with friends. He turned to wave and just as soon as he was facing him Will smacked a kiss onto his lips and kept on walking and talking as if he had done nothing in particular. Nico, on the other hand, was gobsmacked and raised his hand up to his lips. His head swiveled towards where Will had just sat down at the Apollo table and gave him a look that he hoped conveyed his message: “What the hell was that about?”. In return. Will simply smirked and winked at him. Nico felt blood rush up to his cheeks as he stubbornly turned back to his plate trying not to reminisce on the chaste kiss.

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Then it became a routine. The thing was that it always happened before people showed up at the dining pavilion. Nico had convinced will to eat lunch because of it which was why Nico didn’t try to tell Will to stop. Because if Will ate lunch, he was taking care of himself, so what was a little kiss in front of a few people.

One day Jason had slipped into a seat across from Nico and was mindlessly chattering. He talked about his girlfriend which Nico wasn’t entirely interested in. He commented back nonetheless, so he wouldn’t be seen as rude. Jason was his friend after all. Their conversation slowly transitioned to another topic.

Jason picked up a book that he had at his side. “I’m revamping all of the temples on the Temple Hill as you know,” he said excitedly as he flickered through the pages, “and I want your opinion on the Pluto temple,” he flipped a few pages back and flipped the book towards Nico to reveal messy sketches and notes. The drawings weren’t wonderful by any means and it was clear that Jason was still learning but it was definitely better than the last time he had seen Jason’s sketches. Nico wondered if he had gotten some tips from Hazel. Jason pointed at spots on the page and explained what he had visioned.

“So I think having some sort of torches would be fitting, but I don’t want it to be too dark,” he said with a huff, “I’m just not sure what to do for that.”

“Just promise me it won’t be like Hades cabin when we first came here,” Nico remarked, “it was so-” suddenly Nico heard his name being called. Looking to his left he saw none other than his boyfriend running up the hill waving his arms dramatically. Nico glanced over at Jason who looked mildly confused.

As quickly as he could Will rushed up to Nico.

“It’s kind of crazy in the infirmary so I have to skip lunch but-” Will started but Nico cut him off by holding out an apple.

“You need to eat something,’ he said, “and, an apple a day keeps the doctor away is how the saying goes right? That means you can scram for all I care,” he teased lightly.

Will smiled at Nico and gratefully took the apple. “Thanks, babe,” he chirped before planting a sweet kiss on Nico’s lips that lingered for a few seconds. Not too long, but enough for Nico to blush ever so slightly. Will pulled away still smiling, “you’re the best,” he waved at Jason with a small ‘hey’ before ruffling Nico’s hair and running back to the infirmary.

Nico watched him run off with furrowed eyebrows. He couldn’t decide whether to be angry, flustered, or endeared. He settled on a stone-cold expression he turned back to Jason. He also decided that his feeling for Will could be kept in his mind. Jason had a mischievous grin and at that moment Nico felt himself grow embarrassed and the blush return to his cheeks and ears. He felt like people might’ve been staring at him, but that he was used to. It was the look on Jason’s face that told Nico he was in for it though.

“So... Will Solace?” he questioned innocently and Nico groaned, burying his face in his hands. Jason cackled and leaned forward, “oh c’mon! You’ve gotta at least tell me about him!”

Nico shook his head and Jason only begged him for some information on the boy who had suddenly kissed him. After a lot of refusals, Nico let loose the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth and looked up.

Nico heaved a heavy sigh as he balanced his head on the palm of his hand, “he’s my boyfriend,” he confessed. Jason gave a subtle eye roll and muttered ‘duh’. Nico lightly hit his arm. “I’ve been dating him for a few months. We started dating on September 15 and today is…” he glanced at Jason for the date.

The son of Jupiter laughed, “it’s November 18th”

Nico nodded, “right. Well anyway, he does…” he paused as he thought of what to say, “Since like October he’s been” he felt his face grow hotter and hesitated, “kissing me when I least expect it.”

“Awww!” Jason cooed, “that’s so cute!”

Nico glared at him, “don’t push your luck Grace. You may be my friend but that doesn’t mean I’m any less likely to punch you.”

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The tradition continued, every day. Nico always thought he’d expect it, but then it started changing. Will switched up when he did, but made sure it was at least at one of the three meals. He said it was to make sure Nico was eating, but the other knew better. He knew Will was having fun with it, and gods be damned he wasn’t going to upset him.

So, it was definitely odd when Nico hadn’t seen Will at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Call him a worrywart, but he knew something was wrong. Or at least he thought he did. So Nico finished his dinner wearily and even waited in the dining pavilion for a bit. People gave him odd looks. Jason teased him, but he didn’t care. He was just worried about Will and he wasn’t going to miss him.

Eventually, though, he decided that it would be better to look for Will than wait for him. So he hoisted himself off of the table’s bench and started to walk off into the camp. He decided to stop by the Apollo cabin. When he got close to the cabin he heard Dancing Queen by Abba being played loudly over High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco. There were other songs mixed in here and there not playing nearly as loud as Apollo children loudly shouted over one another.

“SHUT UP PANIC AT THE EVERYWHERE NICKI MINAJ IS OUR QUEEN” a low voice yelled.

“THAT’S SAC-RELIGIOUS TO HERA..or something-”

“IT’S NOT RELIGION IF “GOD” IS YOUR DAD SHUT UP PARKER”

Nico chuckled quietly to himself as he stepped on the porch. He wondered if knocking would even work, but there was no doorbell so he’d have to hope. He wasn’t looking to raise his voice or just open the door.

Luckily children of Apollo have extremely keen ears.

As soon as Nico knocked he heard one of Will’s sister, Kayla, yell “QUIET” louder than was humanly possible. Nico was beginning to realize how loud Apollo kids really were. All music in the cabin ceased it’s playing and the door swung open to show Kayla with a bright smile and a lot of Apollo kids who seemed to be fighting. One had another pinned to the ground, holding a fist above her head as her brother squirmed.

“Yo! Nico!” Kayla greeted, “sorry about the ruckus, music debate night. You know how it is.” Nico, in fact, didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, “anyway, how can I help you?”

Nico could feel the eyes of Apollo campers glaring into them as they impatiently waited for their debate to resume. Nico smiled awkwardly, “just looking for Will, is he here?”

Kayla spun around and looked around the large cabin, “WILL?” she yelled. No reply. A small girl who was being sat on by her younger (but stronger) brother squeaked, “Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Another kid called, “who’s Will?” Kayla spun around back to Nico, “I think that’s your answer. Check the dining pavilion, maybe the infirmary. Though he shouldn’t be in the infirmary, I told him to catch a break.”

Nico sighed, “I’ve been telling him for the entire time I’ve known him,” He shrugged, “well… thanks, Kayla.” She nodded and waved before she picked up two pots.

“You might wanna cover your ears, and close the door will you?” Nico shut the door and heard two pots clang together as Kayla screamed, “ROUND THREE! WARFARE!” before the music began blaring loudly once more. The bass was so strong that the cabin shook beneath his feet. Nico quickly hopped off the porch. Once he was a few feet away from the cabin the noise ceased. He assumed there was some sort of noise spell put over the cabin because he knew that if there wasn’t the cabin would’ve been heard all the way in New Jersey.

Nico pulled his black leather jacket closer to him as the chilly autumn air blew around him. While Camp Half-Blood had control over the weather, year-round campers liked to experience the different seasons, if a bit milder. Nico did too. He likes to see the trees changing and feel the colder weather kick in. Bonus: he got to steal Will’s jackets.

The son of Hades tried to peek into the infirmary through the windows but the curtains were drawn. Suspicion bubbled in Nico’s chest, but either way, he knocked. Unlike the Apollo cabin, the silence wasn’t nice to hear. So he tried the doorknob. Turns out it was unlocked so Nico walked right in.

“Will?” Nico called. There was a shuffling from a back room and a crash before a familiar voice called back.

“One sec!” Will yelled. His voice sounded a bit strained, but nothing worrying. Nico was more so worried about the crash and why Will was still at the infirmary.

Soon enough Will walked out of the backroom and tossed his gloves out before he rubbed his eyes. Nico smiled softly at him and cautiously held open his arms. Will smiled gratefully and walked into Nico’s arms, tenderly wrapping his arms around his torso and burying his head in his hair. Nico rested his chin on Will’s chest.

“Rough day?” he asked quietly. Will silently nodded and held Nico closer to him which only made the boy smile. “We all have bad days. Is there anything I can do to help?” Once again Will stayed silent, but this time he shrugged. Nico nodded and reached up to press a kiss to Will’s cheek. “Your siblings are being super loud right now. We can go to my cabin and watch TV or something.”

Will cracked a smile, “I forgot that it was a music debate Monday” he said quietly, “we can hang out in your cabin,” he took a deep breath, “that sounds nice.”

Nico smiled a bit more and let go of the medic, “wanna tell me what happened first?”

So, Will sighed and began to explain that on top of being busy, he just felt out of it. He was not only physically tired but emotionally too. Nico listened to everything he said as he spoke in a far different tone than usual. It was soft and quiet. And yet Nico knew that it was still his Will. So as they were about to leave the infirmary, Nico grabbed Will’s sleeve to stop him and planted a surprise kiss on his cheek like he always did for him. Surprise smooches always brightened up his day.

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Nico rested his head on Will’s chest, “So, the dinosaurs are CGI?” he asked for confirmation.

\Will nodded as he raked his fingers through Nico’s hair, “Yeah. it’s really cool technology, but I wouldn’t be the person to tell you about it. The son of Hades nodded, “It just looks so..so..”

His boyfriend chuckled, “real? Yeah, I know. It’s kind of crazy-” he was cut off by a sudden boy kissing him sweetly. Will blushed a bit but happily obliged to the sudden kiss that ended too soon for liking. “What was that for?” He asked.

Nico shrugged, settling back into where he was snuggled up, “you’ve given me a crap ton of surprises, why can you get one?” Will laughed softly and pulled the quilt on Nico’s bed up closer, “yeah that’s fair.”

“It should be a game,” Will said after a pause, “who can steal a secret smooch first?” there was a moment of silence between them before they both burst out laughing.

“You’re on Solace,” Nico said with a smirk. Will nodded and the two shook hands at an awkward angle before they both dove in for the first move of a game that would last way longer than they expected.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #will solace #hoo #jason grace #solangelo fic #solangelo #apollo #apollo cabin #cabin 7 #pjo fanfic #fanfic

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ao3feed-zukka · 4 years ago

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Our love is tattooed on our skin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3tuGmy6

by Indrel

From a young age Sokka had heard stories about Soulmates and how they were forces of change in the world - good or bad. From a young age Sokka decided he wanted nothing to do with any soulmate. Unfortunately or him, the spirits had other plans for him when a certain Fire Nation Prince crashed onto his shore.

From the south pole to the north pole and then back again, this is the story of how a pair of soulmates found each other and how their relationship developed, told through the stories of their soulmarks.

5 times Sokka and Zuko gained a soulmark during or in the aftermath of war + 1 time they gained a soulmark while at peace

Words: 2231, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Zukka week 2021

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, 5+1 Things, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, During Canon, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Tea Server Zuko (Avatar), Episode: s03e14-15 The Boiling Rock, Protective Sokka (Avatar), Protective Zuko (Avatar), Hurt/Comfort, Ambassador Sokka (Avatar), Near Death Experiences, Love Confessions, Zukka Week 2021, Tags May Change, no beta we die like jet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3tuGmy6

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #zukka #avatar: the last airbender #atla #zuko #sokka

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years ago

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Falling for the Holidays Ch. 26

Title: Falling for the Holidays Ch. 26

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 2231

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Angst and some Fluff

A/N: After that last chapter, I know a lot of you were waiting for this! The next chapter will be going into a little more detail with what happened. This chapter is just pretty much dealing with the after shocks with what happened back at Lisa’s place. Thanks for reading :)

It didn’t take long until the ambulance and police arrived. The paramedics rushed in first, tending to both you and Dean. As you felt your body being moved around, your eyes fluttered open. Through slightly blurry vision, you scanned your body, curious to know what was going on, why you were being moved.

At the end of your feet, you saw a person, who you didn’t know was a paramedic at the time. You watched him with confusion before letting your head fall to the side, your vision coming clearer by the second. Once your eyes adjusted you quickly noticed that Dean was beside you, however not the way you’d hoped. He was being hauled onto a gurney, a paramedic on each end, lifting him up by his arms and legs and placing him on the bed. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. It looked as if he was sleeping, but you knew that wasn’t the case. Your eyes traveled lower to his chest and when you saw blood staining his shirt, you freaked.

Panic jolted you fully awake, and you shot up from where you were laying only to be shoved back down. The paramedics held you in place, holding your shoulders and thighs, instructing you to lay back down and to remain calm, but you were too occupied to listen. What you cared about was an explanation to why Dean was laying on a gurney and being rolled away into an ambulance! And why the fuck was there blood on his shirt?!

“Dean!” you choked, reaching your hand out. “Dean! Dean!” You were screaming, fighting the the paramedic’s hold. You managed to grab his hand, holding tightly as the world started spinning and you passed out.

When you woke up, you flinched at the brightness of the room. When your eyes finally adjusted, you noticed Jess sitting on a chair, biting her nails while staring out the window. She didn’t seem too well. Her hair was a little disheveled, skin slightly pale, and her eyes looked a little swollen. She was a mess. It made you wonder, why?

Your eyes roamed elsewhere and you didn’t know where you were, why you were there, or where was everyone else? Where was Dean? All you wanted was Dean. And that’s when what very little memories you had hit you. You remembered seeing Dean being brought into an ambulance and the blood. “Dean!” You screamed, making Jess scream in return.

“Holy fuck!” Her hand clutching over her heart. “Y/N!” She cried, jumping out of her seat and bringing you into a tight hug. “Thank god, you’re alive!”

“J-Jess? What…what happened? W-where’s D-Dean!” Your heart was becoming erratic and the monitors started to make all sorts of noises, and before you could comprehend what was going on and where you were, a nurse burst through the door.

“Y/N. Y/N,” the nurse called your name calmly. When you looked at her, she continued to speak. “I need you to calm down okay? You’ve gotten hit on the bead pretty badly and if you keep this up, you might get dizzy and pass out again.”

“Wh-what are y-you talking about? What… what happened to me? Why am I h-here?” You stuttered, finding it hard to breathe.

“Y/N, calm down,” the nurse instructed, but it wasn’t working. The monitors started to beep rapidly, and your breaths were coming in shorter and harsher.

“Y/N!” Jess called your name. “What’s happening to her?” Jess asked the nurse.

“She’s having a panic attack,” the nurse explained calmly. She’s dealt with this many times before. “Come here, dear,” she smiled over at Jess. Usually, she would take care of you, but since you had a friend over, that seemed to really care about you, she passed on the duty to Jess.

Jess didn’t hesitate, immediately at your side. “W-what do I do?” She questioned.

“Just talk to her calmly. Let her know you’re here and that everything will be alright. You just need to calm her down.”

Jess nodded, opting to take a seat at the edge of your bed. Her warm nature instantly taking over. “Y/N, hey,” she began, cupping her hands over your cheeks. “Look at me, okay?” Your eyes shifted to hers and she wore this big smile. She was beautiful. “Listen to me, I need you to calm down. I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?” She asked, smile unfaltering. “C’mon now, breathe with me. In. Out.” You didn’t take your stare off of her, and her smile remained in tact, easily putting you at ease.

The monitors started to slow until it was beeping at a steady rate. Eventually, you were okay again. The nurse smiled. “Well done. If it happens again, you’ll know what to do. A nurse in the making,” she patted Jess on the shoulder.

“Thank you for your help,” Jess smiled.

“I didn’t do anything,” the nurse responded, sending the two of you a wink before leaving the room.

“Jess?” You were confused. Nothing was making any sense.

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“I don’t… I don’t understand what’s going on here. Where’s Dean? What happened to him?” Tears started to pull at the brim of your eyes.

“Y/N… what was the last thing you remember, other than Dean?” Jess asked, just as Sam stepped in.

“Hey, you’re awake. That’s great,” Sam sent you a weak smile. He looked like he’d been crying.

“Sam, are… are you okay?” You asked, full of concern.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Gave a little blood, but I’m totally fine,” he smiled, showing you his arm where they had drawn blood from. “But really, what was the last thing you can remember?” Sam reiterated his girlfriend’s question, having overheard as he walked in.

“Uh… I… I don’t know. I can’t really remember much. I remember going…uh… going to lunch?” You confessed.

“And that’s it?” Sam added.

“Y-yeah. Did something bad happen?”

Rufus was the first one at the scene. On his way over, the radio went off. Apparently the neighbors called the station claiming they heard shouting and gunshots. As he arrived, heading towards the door with his weapon drawn, Ketch stepped out through the door in a haste to get out of there before the authorities could get there.

“Freeze! Hands up where I can see them!” Ketch stopped wide-eyed in his tracks. He wasn’t expecting the police to arrive so fast. He thought he could get away. Admitting defeat, considering his only weapon was in the hands of a large Winchester, Ketch raised his hands over his head. “On your knees!” Rufus commanded, and Ketch immediately fell to his knees.

Rufus quickly made his way over, cuffing Ketch around his wrists before prompting him to stand so he could cuff his ankles, all the while reading him his rights. Once he got Ketch under restraints, more cop cars conveniently appeared, as well as the ambulance. Thank God for a small town. Andy and his partner rushed over to Ketch, taking him into custody and throwing him in the back of their squad car.

Rufus followed the paramedics and a few other officers into the house, immediately seeing Dean unconscious and in his brother’s arms. The medics were quick to Dean and your side, while Rufus and a few other cops went to speak to the others. Rufus pulled Sam to the side for a chat after making sure he had men taking care of Lisa, Bela, and Ben.

“You okay?” Rufus asked.

“Uninjured if that’s what you mean…” Sam wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, before staring at his blood stained hands. He was worried for his brother, and he was worried for you. Hell, he was terrified. He just wished none of this ever happened.

“It’s okay, son. Everything is going to be okay. C’mon, let’s get you to the hospital, and we’ll call your parents and that beautiful girl of yours.” Rufus patted Sam’s shoulder before pulling him into a much needed hug. Sam clung to him like a small child, and Rufus could feel the tremble in the younger man’s body. Sam was terrified. “Dean’s going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

It was hard to see Dean laying there motionless and helpless, tubes everywhere. You sat beside him stubbornly, not wanting to leave his side in case he woke up... and you were praying like hell that he would. You just got him, and you weren’t about to lose him. It wasn’t an option. This isn’t how things are supposed to end. You and Dean was supposed live happily ever after! How cruel would it be to lose your best friend and the love of your life all at once?

“Y/N. C’mon, Sweetheart. Get some rest. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, and I’m sure Dean is going to wake up soon. The doctors said everything is going to be okay. The bullet didn’t hit any major organs. He’s going to be fine. Besides, my boy is a fighter. And he’s got this beautiful woman waiting for him. He’s going to wake up, I guarantee it,” John came up behind you, squeezing your shoulder lightly as a form of comfort.

“I just… I want to be here when he does wake up,” you told him. You wanted to have a positive attitude, but you couldn’t. You feared that something might go wrong, that Dean wouldn’t make it. Losing him was your biggest fear. Dean was all you had. Your dad was gone and your mom didn’t give you the time of day. “Dean, please wake up,” you croaked, fresh tears slipping down your already tear-stained cheeks.

“Sweetheart, he will. Now, let’s get you back to bed. Dean would be pissed at us if he knows we weren’t taking care of you. I’m not about to get a long lecture from my son when he wakes up,” John smiled.

You let out a soft snort, wiping your eyes and cheeks, knowing exactly what John meant. “I know what you’re talking about…” you smiled as a memory manifested from the many files of your mind. “Once, it was raining really hard, and I was supposed to bring Dean lunch to his job, but he told me not to because the weather was bad. I figured that it was just a little rain, not a big deal, so I decided to just bring it over anyways. It wasn’t that far of a walk away, just about five to ten minutes from my job. When I got there, I slipped on a bit of oil on the ground and sprained my ankle. Before I knew it, Dean was scooping me up off the floor. He got ice for my foot, kept it elevated, the whole nine yards. Dean had me perched on a chair and lectured me about my inability to listen the whole time he worked. It was amusing and embarrassing all at the same time. All his coworkers were listening, granted, they were on my side, telling Dean that he was overreacting. And it wasn’t even the rain’s fault. If it weren’t raining, I probably still would have sprained my ankle because I slipped on oil. When I told him that, he started lecturing his coworkers about cleaning up oil spills after themselves and whatnot. They all just laughed at him,” you grinned.

“You love him, don’t you?” John questioned, even though it was clear as day.

“I think I fell in love with him before I even realized that I was,” you confessed.

“Then he’s gonna wake up real soon, because that boy loves you more than life itself.”

You smiled, before standing up, taking John’s hand as he leads you out of Dean’s hospital room. Mary, Sam, and Jess were all waiting just outside. “How’s he doing?” Sam asked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Better, I hope,” was your reply.

Jess walked over to you, intertwining her arm with yours before you let your head fall on her shoulder. Jess walked you to your hospital room. Unfortunately, the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation as an extra precaution.

“Well be back tomorrow morning,” Jess promised, giving you a big hug before heading out the door.

Mary and John said their farewells and left, leaving you with Sam. “He’s going to be okay, you know that right?” He helped you into bed.

“I know,” you whimpered, tears swelling up again.”

“I know you’re scared,” Sam said, taking a seat at the edge of you bed. “I’m scared too. We all are, but we need to be strong for Dean, okay? We need to put our faith in him. He’s gonna make it, because if he wants to marry you someday, he’s going to have to be here.”

You chuckled at his statement. The thought of marrying Dean would be a dream come true. If there was anyone you could picture spending the rest of your life with, it was Dean, a hundred times over. In every life time, you’d always pick Dean.

“Goodnight Sammy,” you grinned, leaning forwards and kissing him on the cheek. He smiled widely, a light blush creeping on his cheeks.

“My brother’s right…”

“About what?” You questioned.

“You are easy to fall for. I’m glad Dean’s found you. Goodnight, Y/N.” With that, Sam left, leaving you with rosy cheeks.

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rssspockuhura · 5 years ago

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Tongue Lashed

Warning: Some M/M works might show up here because the Spock/Uhura tag is used in ref to S/U as a side pairing, past pairing, etc. Currently there is no way to filter and exclude feeds on Ao3 to get only S/U F/M works.Solution. Read at your own risk.

by Gadeshua (KerryLamb), KerryLamb

They have a secret. Maybe it's more of a confession. Whatever it is, they can't shake the thought of what the other will taste like. Takes place before they were an item.

Words: 2231, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Spock (Star Trek), Nyota Uhura

Relationships: Spock/Nyota Uhura

Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Blow Jobs, Mind Meld, Mind Sex, Unhealthy Relationships, Mouth Kink, Vulcan, Alien/Human Relationships, POV Nyota Uhura, POV Alternating, POV Spock (Star Trek), POV Third Person

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firjii · 5 years ago

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Fandom: Tomb Raider (Video Games), Rise Of The Tomb Raider - Fandom Rating: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Lara Croft, Jacob (Tomb Raider) Tags: hurt/comfort, friendfic, referenced injuries, injury mention, anxiety, survivor guilt, spirituality (canon compliant) Summary: Exhausted, injured, and slightly delirious after escaping one of Trinity’s bases, Lara finally has a chance to pause and recuperate in the relative safety among Jacob’s people. As she reflects on choice and duty, she confesses some of her frustrations to Jacob.

[o hey waddup, first new fanfic in 10 months and it’s a totally random thing that absolutely no one asked for XD XD]

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Lara’s legs folded awkwardly and she sank onto the pallet harder than she expected to. She banged the back of her head against the shack’s timber wall in the process.

“Easy,” Jacob murmured. He clunked a cup of stew on a table and rushed over to her a little too late.

She rubbed her head, but the movement that it required of her arm made her flinch. A very stifled groan sounded deep in her throat. “It’s alright. I barely hit it. It just surprised me.”

He crouched. “Sit still. I would have checked your injuries sooner, but we could only stay in one place for so long.” Jacob checked her eyes and pulse in silence.

“Could you help if something was wrong?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes not.” He prompted her to move her head. “We have much of the knowledge we need, but not always the tools to do something about it.” Satisfied with the range of motion in her neck, he stood and retrieved the stew. “Here. A crossing like that would have broken any spirit. An empty stomach won’t help.”

Despite the seasoning in the stew, she ate blankly, as if forcing bland or undercooked fare into her mouth.

“You’ll need time, too.”

Lara shook her head as she took two more meager mouthfuls and meekly poked at the remains of the cup’s contents with the wooden spoon. “You saw what Trinity did. We don’t have time.”

“There’s enough left for you to get your bearings. You’re little use to anyone if you can’t even stand without swaying.”

Lara set the food aside and dug her fingernails into the shack wall. Her mouth twisted with the effort, but she stood. She squared her shoulders and straightened until she was at her full height, her frame a little lacking before Jacob.

Jacob raised an eyebrow.

Lara’s face greened. She locked her knees, but her exhaustion simply traveled up to her shoulders.

Jacob braced her as her knees failed. He guided her back down to the pallet and knelt. “When was the last time you rested?”

She propped herself against the wall. “It’s alright. Give me two or three hours. I’ll be fine.”

He moved away from her and slid onto his feet. “That’s not what I meant.”

She blinked with effort.

A ghost of a chuckle escaped him. “It’s not a difficult question.”

Something flickered and half-formed in her eyes but disappeared sooner than it had surfaced. “Your people live off the land. You worry about survival above all else, because even if you’re willing to die for your purpose, someone needs to stay alive to guard that purpose. And out here, any mistake can be your last. Sometimes the choice is between –” She swallowed with effort. “Sometimes victory doesn’t exist. Sometimes success only means cheating death another day. Some of the world calls that a harsh life, but you do what you must. And so do I.”

She frowned. Travel’s heaviness made the journey to her own question scattered, but it willed itself out of the shadows after another moment. She wasn’t sure why she was thinking about it, but now that it was here and she had a moment, she indulged herself.

Had she been speaking English? Had Jacob? Each language she knew lived in a different corner of her concentration, but with everything inside her drenched in panic or blood or sweat or grime or all of them put together, every thought had a hazy sheen protecting it. Who were these people, aside from the descendants of the Prophet’s followers? Where had they come from? What would they be now if they weren’t eking out survival here?

She sighed so hard that her torso crumpled a little. “Deserts and mountains aren’t forgiving. Armed helicopters aren’t forgiving. My hunt isn’t forgiving.” Her forehead danced as she pushed the words out.

“‘Forgiving.’” His eyes squinted for an instant. “You confuse mistakes with tragedy.”

“They’re not always different.” She clenched and unclenched a hand several times in empty air as she searched for words. “When was I supposed to rest? When can anyone?” She waved an arm, but the gesture was pinched.

Jacob bent his head down and aimed a scowl at his boots, but he kept his silence.

“It shouldn’t be so hard to understand. Your people have made a life here. Not everyone could have done the same. Sometimes your enemy is winter. Sometimes it’s a wolf or a bear. Now it’s Trinity. But your fight never stops.”

“Hmm,” he grunted in accord. “Apparently, neither does yours.”

“You’re –” She swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re protecting here other than yourselves, but it’s something you’re all willing to die for.”

“We have no choice.”

“What makes you think I do?”

“Lara, we came here because we were forced to, and we stay because we must. You decided when and how to start your path.”

Lara closed her eyes and rubbed her face hard.

“But I –”

Lara’s eyes whipped up to him.

He took a moment to choose his words. “I don’t think you decided to be on a path to begin with.”

She shook her head weakly to herself. “Well.” The single word escaped on a single anemic chuckle. “Here we are.”

He nodded. “Here we are.”

Her jaw tightened. She nodded dejectedly. “And after all you’ve been through, I had to bring more trouble here. I’m sorry.”

“I wouldn’t be free if you hadn’t found me.”

“But you’re not free. None of you are. You can’t leave, even if you want to. And Trinity knows you’re here because of me.”

“This is hardly the first time someone has hunted for our secrets. They already knew. They would have come anyway.”

Lara shifted and shook her head again.

Jacob grimaced slightly. “For now, all is well enough. You should sleep.”

Lara’s mouth opened and closed mutely several times, her outward stubbornness weakening each time. She nodded and crumpled down onto the pallet, but as her full weight met with it, a jolt went through her limbs. A strangled howl left her.

Jacob guided her as she sat up. “Let me see.”

She chuckled. “If your people used money, I’d bet everything I have that you’ve seen worse. And I have – quite a lot to bet.” She pulled up the back of her shirt several inches, wincing all the while.

Jacob stared. Silence surrounded the shack. “Some of these are old.”

Lara snorted. “Old enough to not hurt anymore, but not old enough to forget.”

“And a different story behind all of them.”

“Different parts of one story.”

Jacob considered the freshest of the injuries. Three bruises nearly the size of her fist loomed near her spine. A dozen or more small lacerations, most barely closed, pocked her back. Remarkably, her ribs seemed relatively unscathed. “There’s nothing much to bandage here, praise be.”

She murmured agreement.

“But are you always this unlucky?”

Lara scoffed and pulled her shirt back down. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” She turned her head halfway around to glance at him. “If it was, I wouldn’t be awake to tell you that. Sometimes you hit your mark. Sometimes you don’t.”

Jacob nodded as his eyebrows soared. “And sometimes you shatter a rib or paralyze yourself when you misjudge a jump. They’re only bones – nothing very important, hmm?”

Lara winced at the sharp words spoken so softly from a kind throat. No, not exactly a kind one, not entirely. Earnest, exhausted, fierce – and all hiding under the same question that took shape again.

Jacob sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I am.” Her voice was pale and small.

“I don’t have enough herbs here to treat them. I’ll send someone out to gather more. For now, rest.”

Lara’s eyes became heavier with each blink, but she forced herself to remain sitting upright. “I think I stopped resting the day my father left me.”

Jacob nodded minimally. He gazed out the open door at some faraway point for a long moment. “Then sleep.”

She sat awhile longer before she gave in to her exhaustion and inched her head down onto the pillow. With a great deal more wincing and flinching, she shifted onto her side.

Jacob lingered, unmoving.

Lara stared at the corner of the shack. “How do I finish this?” Her jaw barely moved as she pushed the words out.

“Some things in life are never over. They only move into a different season.”

“But how can I fix this before that happens?”

Lara went on staring listlessly. Jacob scowled. “Who said that you needed to?”

Unsatisfied with her head’s placement on the pillow, she wedged a forearm under her face. “It’s different when there’s blood on your hands.”

“You don’t just mean Trinity.”

Her face suddenly bore signs of suppressed contortions or twitches. “Nothing is ever just one thing.” She grabbed for a shaking breath. “Everything feeds into everything else. It’s like a stream that joins a river that-”

“Stop,” he cut her off, though his voice was scarcely louder than hers. He took her free hand.

Lara frowned lightly at the gesture for an instant but didn’t pull her arm away. She sniffled.

“You can’t solve any problem in a single day – not when they’re problems like yours and mine. Trouble often comes to us easier than answers do.” His head bobbed up and down with each word. “There’s little point in pretending otherwise.”

“I wish everything was that simple.”

“There’s nothing simple about it. You shouldn’t blame yourself for not knowing what most don’t know. Many souls spend their entire lives looking for that one truth.” He swallowed somberly. “And anyone who finds it has paid dearly for it. We both know that.”

Jacob held her hand in both of his, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

She shifted slightly to get a better look at him. “What are you doing?”

A string of noises bubbled from him – words whispered carefully and almost too softly to hear.

It was a prayer, or something very close to one – of course it was, that was only fitting given his people’s heritage – but –

It only sounded like noise. Which language was it? Her forehead knotted. She made herself still and listened. Surely it wasn’t that difficult to piece out.

Except it was. Jacob repeated the words over and over, small variations gradually overtaking the phrases.

The ideas in the scrolls and fragments she’d found poked a crack in her lull as they came flooding back to her. Truth like liquid, being born to every language, hardened fanatics repaid with generosity instead of generous vengeance–

No, that wasn’t right. It couldn’t have been.

Legend and myth and history had a way of bleeding into each other. They could keep each other alive through all of mankind’s best efforts to annihilate them. The more contentious they were, the more they mirrored and mimicked each other and the vaguer the lines became, perhaps only to make it more difficult to erase anything. If just one of them was protected, the others could be salvaged – but sometimes it took many generations to recover even one piece of it. Lara had many. Jacob’s people had many, too – anyone who had endured through as much as they had wouldn’t have willingly forgotten what had forged them.

She couldn’t just sleep. She didn’t even try. Instead, she breathed and listened. Jacob’s prayer cycled around again and again, his earnestness never faltering. Yet still he only whispered – and still she couldn’t untangle the words.

It was so different from all the running. Too much running. Too much flailing. Too much clawing to hold on. One thing after another after another. Bad trailed bad. Luck chained on and on by its own devices or will until it left indentations everywhere, in everything.

What was that language.

A few rogue tears escaped and rolled down her face. Her patience was as ragged and fickle as her physical body was just now. It would all make more sense if she would just sleep – if she could sleep.

She’d managed it in subzero temperatures and howling winds with little shelter. Why was it so far beyond reach here, of all places? The valley was a climatological marvel, temperate for Russia. The air had the smell of early autumn. Lara dimly heard the sounds of life in the village as the moments passed: conversation, cooking, wood being hammered, fresh-forged metal singing as it was tempered into tools or shapes. But for all the energy that their way of life demanded for the simplest tasks, Jacob’s people had an inner stillness, as if their closeness with nature allowed their presence to augment it.

Those noises were easy to ignore. Jacob’s words weren’t, even if she didn’t know what they meant. They called out to another time and reached out to something that didn’t exist anymore – except for him, it did, as if he could drag it out of the lost depths of so much endangered culture at will. For what purpose? That wasn’t the point. It was as real as the lives that these people-of-myth had made through stubbornness, through stoic duty, through agonizing trial and error.

Her eyes finally became too heavy to prop open. Jacob’s prayer flowed on and on. Her last thought floated loose like mist rising from a lake.

Which language was it?

Did it really matter?

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ao3feed-bemorechill · 6 years ago

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'Cuz It's Nice, 'Cuz It's Holy

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2ENvqGK

by caswell

Miraculously, Michael invites himself over for Hanukkah like all the years before- and this time, he has something to say.

Words: 2231, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell

Relationships: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Additional Tags: Hanukkah, loosely, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, boyf riends secret santa

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bmc #be more chill #boyf riends

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ao3feed-stevenatasha · 6 years ago

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"Happy" Birthday

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by fyeahnatasharomanoff (MykaBeringWells)

what literal today might be like for Steve, after it all.

Words: 2231, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Steve Turns 100

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: uhhh, so this turned out to be sad, and I'm sorry, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Sad, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Please Don't Hate Me, They love each other, and that's all that matters, Love, Love Confessions, There's some of that, and some of this, Friends to Lovers, and if you look closely, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, oh man all of these, Steve Rogers Feels, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Feels, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, i love them

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#romanogers #stasha #stevenat #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #captain america #black widow #natasha

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2-fab2die · 8 years ago

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Noona - Jungkook (High School AU)

Group: BTS Member/Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 2231 Summary: In which a certain junior has been leaving you the corniest pick up lines on a pink note.

Your POV

The hallways of our school was the same as per usual. It was noisy, sweaty, and crowded. I’m really thankful I only have to endure this for only a year. After a few ‘unintentional’ pushes and ‘excuse me’s here and there, I finally reached my locker. Thankfully, by the time I arrived in front of it, the hallway became more bearable since some students have now proceeded to the cafeteria. I opened my locker and saw the familiar pink note that would be occasionally there whenever lunch break comes.

Are you from Korea? Because I think I just found my seoulmate ;) It was cheesy right? I hope it brought a smile to your face noona! Don’t forget to smile always!! ^^

-K

I chuckled as I read the note. I carefully folded it and put it in the back pocket of my bag. During the past few weeks, I’ve been receiving notes from this person named K. I guessed that he was in his junior year since who the hell would be calling me noona other than the juniors? Well unless there were some weird students here in our school who has a mommy kink.

His notes were sweet. It never failed to brighten up my day. It was one of the things I always look forward to during lunch break. He would always write me sweet and cheesy pick up lines which I admit are pretty cringe worthy but somehow I thought that it was cute.

I remembered the first time he left a note in my locker and coincidentally I was with Hoseok that time.

“Oh? What’s this?” I said as I picked up a note from my locker.

“Noona, do you like Harry Potter? Because I think I adumbledore you… This is my first time leaving you a note.. I hope I made you smile today because you really look pretty when you smile… Have fun with your classes..” I read out loud.

My face suddenly felt warm. Hoseok immediately snatched the note from my hands and read it to himself. His eyes widened and suddenly he bursted out laughing.

“Yah! Who sent you this note? I swear he is so funny! You? Pretty? This boi better get his eyes checked!” He said still laughing his ass off.

“You bitch! I am pretty. You just can’t see it! I’m so pretty it hurts.” I told him while dramatically flipping my hair at him.

“So does this mean you have an admirer?! Oh my god this is such a miracle!! I’m going to show this to the guys!” Before I was even able to stop him, he ran away from me and into the cafeteria.

‘If Hoseok laughed at me, what would be the reaction of the other guys?’ I thought to myself.

“YAH! JUNG HOSEOK COME BACK HERE!” I ran after him. But of course I was too late. By the time I arrived at the cafeteria, Hoseok had already told the guys and they were already laughing their asses off. I slowly approached them giving them the deadliest death glare I could ever muster.

“Ohhhhh why didn’t you tell us you had an admirer? I bet he’s a junior because he just called you noona.” Namjoon said while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Okay so first of all, don’t wiggle your eyebrows like that. You look disgusting. Second of all, that’s the first one I received and as far as I know that’s probably just a prank so give that to me.” I told them with my hand on my waist.

“Aigooo! _____ you are very no fun! Well there’s actually a possibility that it’s just a prank because first of all you really are not pretty. But as much as I love pranking you that ain’t me.” Hoseok said.

One of the reasons why my confidence is non-existent, is because of my asshole friends. They would constantly tell me about my ugliness which is completely unnecessary because I, myself, already know about that. They probably mean no harm but sometimes their teasing can hurt quite a bit. But I don’t mind them that much, besides I call them ugly all the time.

Seokjin suddenly smacked Hoseok in the head.

“Yah! How can you say that. Of course our dear ______ is pretty. But not as pretty as me.” Seokjin suddenly did a hand kiss he usually does when he’s being cocky about his looks.

“I think that note is genuine. I’m pretty sure it isn’t a prank.” Yoongi suddenly butted in. All of the attention suddenly on him.

“How can you say so?” Namjoon asked him.

“Well for starters I’m sure no one would dare to mess with ______ because we’re always with her.” He said.

“And your point is?” Seokjin asked.

“Look there are only three types of people in this school, people who thinks we’re weird, people who are afraid of us, and Seokjin’s fans.” We all nodded in agreement.

“I swear if I dont get myself a boyfriend at the end of the year I’m gonna blame you four.” I sighed as I laid my head on the table.

“Why would you blame us? Blame yourself baby girl.” Namjoon suddenly said.

“Ew!! Don’t call me baby girl. Jesus Christ I think I might puke.” I said slapping his arm.

That day they never stopped teasing me about my 'admirer’. I love the boys so much but sometimes I just want to choke them to death.

“Ohhhh, still receiving notes from the mysterious K, are we _____?” Seokjin said, popping out of nowhere.

“Asshole. Don’t scare me like that. And yes I am still receiving notes from K? How about you Seokjin, still receiving confession letters from your fans?” I innocently smiled at him. Seokjin just rolled his eyes at me. As much as he liked the attention it still made Jin sad that he was hurting other people’s feelings by rejecting them.

“You’re just jealous I have a ton fans unlike you, you only have one.” He scoffed

“Boi, you better watch your mouth.”

Hey noona, are you a princess? Because you’re cinderhella fine ;) When should I reveal myself to you? Hmmm~ How about tomorrow? Meet me at the front porch.

My eyes suddenly widened. I’ll finally know who he is. Why do I feel nervous?

“YAH! KIM NAMJOON!” I shouted at his ear.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME!?” He shouted back at me with the same tone as mine.

The people in the cafeteria glared at us. I mean I understand them, we probably looked like people who just escaped a mental asylum.

“K said he’ll reveal himself tomorrow.” I squealed. I couldn’t help but to punch his arm multiple times. Believe it or not, a salty and bitter person like me was excited about a person who’s been leaving me the sweetest notes.

“_____, why the hell are you punching me. You’re a girl, aren’t you supposed to be slapping my arm.” Namjoon said.

“Well hoe I’m sorry I didn’t know my pussy has its terms and conditions. I can’t believe your IQ is like 148. I swear you lack in common sense.” I rolled my eyes at him, completely done with his bullshit. The other three guys just laughed at our rather childish bickering.

“So _____, who do you think it is?” Yoongi asked, smirking at me.

“To be honest, I have no idea who it is. I mean I never thought someone would actually take a liking in me. You know me, I’m highkey trash.” I honestly told them. I’m still skeptical about all this admirer thing. As far as I know it could be just a prank. But if it was a prank somebody 'bout to catch these hands. They should know better than to mess with me.

“My bet is on little Jimin.” Jin said.

“You mean the one Yoongi has a crush on? Nahh, I doubt he’s straight.” Namjoon said. Yoongi tried hiding his now rosy cheeks by looking away but too bad I saw it.

“Heol!! Yoongi is blushing! What a miracle! Our dear min yoongi genius jjang jjang man bong bong is blushing!” I laughed in amusement while poking his sides teasingly.

“What’s taking you so long? Just ask the boy out. I’ve seen him steal glances at you during lunch break.” Hoseok said. Yoongi suddenly perked up.

“You really think so?” Yoongi asked. We all nodded at him in agreement. It was indeed true. I’ve seen Jimin steal glances at yoongi before but I never mentioned it to him. I really wanted to live longer and not die at an instant.

The day went by so quick and sooner or later it was already the next day. I was currently standing where K told me where he’ll meet me. I wonder who he is. Is he cute? Sexy? Handome? Smart? Ahhh my thoughts are killing me!

“When will he arrive? I mean we’ve been standing here for almost five minutes now.” Just as I was daydreaming about who K is, my asshole friends decided to interupt it. I huffed in annoyance and rolled my eyes.

It was supposed to be sweet and cute but these assholes decided that they’d come with me and meet K too. Stupid. I know. No matter how much I told them not to come with me they just wouldn’t listen.

“Can you three just leave me alone? K will come in any minute now and it’s supposed to be just the two of us.” I told them.

“No we won’t leave you alone. What if it’s a prank? Who would punch their asses? You can. But we’re sure you’ll need some backup.” Namjoon said showing off his non-existent biceps.

“Okay. Okay. Just don’t try to look very intimidating.” I said.

After a few minutes, I suddenly saw a figure approaching us. I squinted my eyes trying to see who the person is. The figure seemed to be holding something. Could this person be K?

Wait. Chill. I’m not ready. Then suddenly I heard the boys gasp. I looked back at them and saw that they were all wearing the same shocked expression.

“What? Who is it? I can’t see! I didn’t bring my glasses today.” I desperately asked them. Curse my poor eyesight.

“Is that who I think it is?” Jin asked, eyes wide.

“Oh. My. God.” Hoseok said.

I looked back at the figure but the bitch decided not to move any closer to me.

Then suddenly the blurry figure was getting clearer.

Shit.

It was no other than Jeon Jungkook.

The boy looked at me with his signature bunny smile, a bouquet of flowers on his other hand. I didn’t understand anything. It was him. The boy who I always ranted on and on about to the guys. The boy who had the cutest bunny smile. The boy who was good at everything. The boy who made my heart beat so fast. And the boy who was the definition of perfection. They knew I liked Jungkook because once I started talking about him It would be a long time before I stopped. But not even once did I think K was Jungkook.

My questions were answered. He was all of the above. He was cute, sexy, smart, and handsome all at the same time. He was a blessing.

“Hi noona. I’m Jeon Jungkook, also known as K, your secret admirer.” He sheepishly smiled at me and handed me the flowers, rubbing the nape of his neck out of nervousness.

Out of nowhere I suddenly heard the boys behind me squeal in excitement. Why did it seem like they were more excited than me though?

“Yah idiot! What are you doing? Accept his flowers!” Hoseok suddenly shouted at me. Jungkook blushed at Hoseok’s outburst. I took the bouquet out of his hands.

“Uh.. Thank you for this.” I smiled at him. But I looked away as quickly as possible. I mean who can handle looking at him while he’s bitting his lip? If I stared longer, I’d probably be in a coma for ten years or even dead.

“Noona, I’ve liked you for a long time now. I like your smile, your intelligence, your wittiness, your savageness, your whole personality. I like you. And I hope my notes made you happy. Would you go out on a date with me?” Jungkook asked.

Of course I knew he was gonna ask that question as soon as I saw him in front of me. It just seemed surreal. Why would someone like him be putting up with someone like me? I wasn’t anyone special. I’m just a student that liked to sleep and eat a lot with four assholes so called friends. I didn’t notice I was only staring at him until Namjoon suddenly shouted at me.

“You idiot! I thought you liked him?! SAY YES!!” I looked at him and gave him a glare.

I turned back to Jungkook and smiled shyly at him, seeing his cheeks turn into a pink tint. I stood on my toes and did something I never thought I would do.

I kissed his cheek.

“Of course I would go out with you.” Jungkook’s eyes suddenly widened not daring to look at me in the eyes. If it was me who couldn’t look at him earlier, it was now him who couldn’t. Then suddenly I thought of something.

“Hey jungkook,” I said a playful smile on my face. His warm eyes were suddenly on me.

“Since you call me noona and all, I think it’s pretty fair if I call you baby boy right?” Jungkook stiffened in surprise slowly nodding his head, cheeks redder than ever.

And with that the four idiots behind me screamed and squealed in happiness.

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