#got sick watched 13 going on 30 and suddenly this was in my lap

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Ushijima Wakatoshi SFW alphabet

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he's quite hesitant on showing affection, wondering if you're comfortable with him being that close to you. he starts off easy: holding hands, letting you rest on him... etc.

once he feels more comfortable with you, he starts placing his head in your lap and giving you little kisses here and there

his favourite forms of affection are: forehead/cheek kisses, back hugs, holding pinkies, and resting his head on your shoulder

when you’re not around he shows affection by talking to you to his closer teammates but subtly, he brings up your name once in a while and a teammate will tease "ooo somebody's in looove" and he starts blushing profusely, asking if they can go back to practice, but the thought of you never leaves

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

being best friends with ushijima seems very rare, he's pretty selective with letting people close enough to earn that title

with you it was unexpected, you weren't afraid or cautious of his stoic upfront. you sat next to him in class and tried to make conversation with him, making sure to include him in conversations and asking how he's doing once in a while. he lets his guard down a little and you guys get even closer, he even invites you over to help with some schoolwork and suddenly you guys are spending more time together outside of school

he's kind of hesitant to call you a best friend, but when he sees that you’re okay calling him yours, he adopts the same title

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

yes yes yes and yes

he is always behind you, resting your head on top of his. if not he'll be facing upwards, lying on his back, your head will be resting on his shoulder and he'll have his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's definitely 99% always the big spoon

but on the rare occasion he wants to be the little spoon, he has both his arms wrapped around your waist, with his head on your chest, your hand running through his hair while your legs are intertwined absolute bliss

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hell yeah

he's a sucker for the domestic life, waking up with you in your sub-urban house, a train ride away from the city. making cakes with you in your green painted kitchen which took you way longer than it needed to bc you kept messing around

he can cook, oh my, he buys some cookbooks and you guys spend some time with each other

I feel like he wants kids, some mini him and you running around, if not he'll adopt some

him teaching his kids to play volleyball in the backyard, him brushing their teeth and reading them bedtime stories and them giving them a little kiss goodnight cuteness overload

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

definitely depends on the reason why you're breaking up, but in this scenario, let's say he hasn't been home enough and you guys feel like you're not with each other enough pain

he really dreads having to break up with you, but he knows you deserve more than someone who is barely home. he's not harsh about it, he sits you down at a time when you guys are both free and explains why, "maybe the time isn't right, right now"

even though he broke it off, he still thinks about it quite a lot, he really hopes that you guys will find your way back to each other one day even if he knows that it won't be possible bc right now you're happier with someone else :( i love angst

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

his volleyball career kinda gets in the way of him wanting to commit to you, but he wants to show you that you mean the world to him, so i think he proposes in his mid-late twenties

his proposal isn't really that over the top, but he takes you out first for a fancy dinner with the excuse 'can't i treat you once in a while'. it's quite dark outside and you guys are looking over the city, you turn around to ask him something and you see him down one knee lovely

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he is very gentle... probably bc of his strict upbringing, but he makes sure not to hurt you in any way

he becomes so much more gentle with his words, careful of saying the wrong words because he can't stand the thought of losing you

physically, he tries to make sure not to accidentally knock into you bc this man is so big and if you get ill ushijima is doing anything in his power to get you better, he tries not to get sick in the process, but having you care for him doesn't seem like the worst idea

emotionally, he tries to support you, but he's not the greatest at dealing with emotions, but when supporting you he tries comforting you rather than trying to solve your problems

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

at the beginning of the relationship, i think his hugs are kind of stiff-ish, but once you guys get more comfortable he goes all in

he's such a good hugger. he doesn't do half-hugs, it's all of it or nothing, he engulfs you with his strong arms a little bit too tight but who needs air

if he feels extra clingy back hugs. he loves the feeling of having your figure pressing against his, sometimes his hands grip onto your waist and he'll sway you back and forth while humming to his favourite song

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

as I've mentioned before, you're the first one to say ily in the relationship, but he says it back straight after

i like to think this happens about 5/6 months into the relationship, just when you guys start getting really comfortable around each other

as for using the L-word, he doesn't really say it that often, he believes when something is overused it isn't as special. he only uses it when it needs to be said

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he doesn't really get jealous easily bc he's kind of oblivious or chooses not to pay attention to it

but when he catches on to whatever's going on, his eyebrows furrow and he'll just give the stare, he'll come near you and put an arm around your waist and slyly try to join the conversation

he knows what he's doing and so does everyone else

the person you're talking to gets a bit intimidated and tries to end the conversation as quickly as possible

you'll try to tease him for his jealously and he'd just change the subject and starts blushing a little, if you try to bring it up later he'd be like 'huh what was that sorry i don't remember'

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I'm not good with this type of stuff ahh

he's actually pretty good at kissing. he likes soft kisses and little pecks on the shoulder and forehead.

when he's rough or needy, he gets really handsy like hands cupping your cheeks, in your hair, hands pulling your waist in - just very intimate

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings bc who likes being productive all the time

he likes sleeping in on days he has nothing to do, so he’ll be behind you hugging your waist and his head resting on your back, you try to stand up so you can get breakfast done but he pulls you back and says 'come on, just a little more', you know that means another hour but you still get sucked back into his warm embrace

you end up falling asleep and wake up with noises coming from the kitchen. you walk in on him wearing just an apron and his pajama pants, dancing to the radio while making pancakes for breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

again lazy evening edition bc why not

he comes home early that day, brings home your favourite snacks and asks if you want to watch a movie with him

he grabs a few blankets from your room and you guys decide to watch 13 going on 30 one of my comfort movies

halfway through the movie, he places his head on your laps asking for you to play with his hair, he lies down and you throw some popcorn and skittles in his mouth every few minutes, you tried pouring water but he started choking and spat water all over your shirt

it gets pretty late and cold so he changes you into his hoodie and carries you over to the bedroom. you guys fall asleep to the hums of the city below

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he's a very reserved person, and i think it's just the way he was raised, talking about feelings wasn't normal in his home growing up

i think with you it takes him some time to open up, he reveals a few things about him and his childhood here and there but nothing major

he doesn't talk about how he feels enough, so it kinda relies on you being able to notice a change in his behaviour which might I say seems extremely hard

i think if you start being more open to him, then he follows on

he gets more comfortable with his emotions around you first and then starts being more open to his team - just give him some time he gets there

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

oh he's so patient, so patient

it takes a LOT to anger him, i don't think you ever have or ever will see this man angry, tbh i don't think you would want to

if you ever lash out at him, he'd sit down and understand where you're coming from, he'd try to calm you down and give you a second to let it all out

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, literally everything

you mentioned that you liked mangos yesterday, and boom you've got a lifetime supply in your kitchen /s

he keeps a little note in his notes app just making sure he doesn't forget anything, he has your favourite orders, skin/hair care products you use, and little stuff like your favourite show in there

he does this bc he loves how your eyes beam after realising he remembers the little details

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

this one hc is why this took so long, so I decided not to do bc my brain isn’t responding

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

ushijima isn't the overprotective type although he is protective

he doesn't care what you wear or how you present yourself, as long as you’re comfortable, you will have his full support

if he sees someone making you uncomfortable, he is always quick to jump in and say "you're making them uncomfortable can you please excuse yourself". if he sees a situation is making you feel uneasy he will take you and leave, to calm you down or to clear your mind, which ever one is the best choice in that moment

he doesn't feel the need to be protected, he believes that hes strong enough for the both of you sometimes he needs a little help so pls do step in

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

such a big try hard, he puts so much effort into dates, anniversaries, and even mundane everyday activities.

even far into your relationship he still pulls up at your door with a suit and a flower bouquet which he seems to never forget

he always wants everything to be perfect so you'll never forget

he enjoys surprising you with little gifts to remind you that he still cares. he seems like the type to buy you a promise ring, and oh my is it beautiful

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this is hard bc in my eyes this man can't do any wrong, but its probably how he can't express his emotions very well

everyone gets in a bad mood once in a while, but for ushijima its different, the stress of volleyball gets to him and he just ends up shutting everyone out, including you. he was never taught how to properly talk abt how he feels so he just holds it in with never intending to let it out

if you try to ask him whats wrong then he just grunts and shrugs it off

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he isn’t insecure for how he looks physically, he works out and maintains a healthy lifestyle, and he was blessed with that beautiful face of his *chefs' kiss

he's always hygienic (bare minimum), he cuts his hair regularly, keeps his hands nice and clean, with his nails well-trimmed

he likes to keep his appearance up and always looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine but so effortlessly

bonus: he smells so good, he wears expensive cologne and zooweemama its so tasty, you'll hug him and never want to let go just because

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he wouldn't necessarily feel incomplete with out you, he'd feel a bit empty

he forgets how much he misses you when he goes abroad for matches and he can't see you for a week straight. he makes sure to send videos and voice notes rather than texts so you can send some back. he video calls everyday, no matter the time difference just so he can see you in real time

if you guys take a break in the relationship, he finds his self drifting back into his stoic shell. he tries his best not to bc he knows how much he loves the person you've helped him become

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't know how to flirt hehe

he tries to use a smooth pick up line once in a while but they all end up with him in a flustered mess before he can even finish a sentence, i think we should leave the flirting to you

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

liars/dishonest people

he can't stand it when somebody lies to him, its agitating when someone he cares for feels the need to lie to him, it makes him feel like they don't trust him enough

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he's a quite a light sleeper and wakes up pretty easily. he also looks dead when he sleeps, for example most days he sleeps pretty early bc he's worn out and you come into the bedroom and see him lying down on his back, his chest isn't even moving like it should be, but you'll get into bed with him and his first instinct is to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss

i think he sleep talks, omg just imagine ushijima whispering about the weirdest things in his dreams. you recorded him once and showed him when he woke up and he got a bit embarrassed and started laughing

here's the hcs for mornings with ushi

this took me so long omg >o< I really hope I portrayed his character well bc he’s such a lovely person

make sure to take care of yourselves :)

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[hymn2000]

Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C33 (Final)

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22   23 24  25  26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort, hospital/medical stuff

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Chapter 33 - Epilogue

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Peter’s legs did get better. Loki pushed him quite hard, spending countless hours in the pool and giving him various exercises (recommended by Jo Jo) to do. It was often difficult, and Peter sometimes got cross and upset, but after a few days he was no longer confined to the main pool.

Loki let them venture into the ‘weird pool’ as he called it: the bit of the pool with all the lights and ledges and fairy pools and puzzles. He found that Peter was better when he was distracted. He had to climb a lot and manoeuvre himself and clamber about and figure things out. He had to work quite hard to do it, but having something interesting to do shifted his focus from the pain and trembling in his legs over to the task at hand. It was good for mind, body, and soul.

-

Peter wasn’t back at school full time yet. He had one day decided he was ready, and against his better judgement, Tony gave him the benefit of the doubt and let him go. Peter insisted he would be fine, and Tony just nodded - but he wasn’t surprised when the school rang to say Peter had collapsed. Peter was incredibly upset when Tony picked him up. 

“It was so embarrassing!” he cried on the way home. “My legs gave out and they wouldn’t work again. I just couldn’t get up! Nigel had to help me, and even then I couldn’t stand, and Ms Hathersage was like, I admire your persistence, but you’re just not ready to be back. And then Nigel basically carried me to the sick room and everyone saw and it was so horrible!”

Tony had been sympathetic and did the best he could to reassure him, but firmly told him he wasn’t going back to school until he was 100% ready. A few days later, he had a meeting with the school, and it was decided that when Peter was ready, he would go back for half-days. Tony decided not to tell Peter until the time came.

-

Things did get easier. Against Tony’s wishes, Peter decided he wanted to meet some of Kindsprengen’s victims. A TV station helped set it up, but Tony refused to give them permission to film Peter, so he still stayed out of the limelight. 

Meeting some of the others who had been through the same experience really helped Peter. He met up with five of them, and three of them had experienced the same problem of shaking legs and mild dexterity problems after being zapped back, which came as a huge relief to Peter. It meant his experience was universal. He also found it useful talking about all the other left-over effects, like the emotions and the attachment to toys and kids telly. It was also interesting how being changed into a toddler, and being changed back, felt different to each of them. It was a strange situation, but talking to people with the same experiences helped.

Peter also met up and talked at length with Steve. Steve understood what it was like to suddenly wake up and have his last memories being something they shouldn’t really be. He also knew what it was like to adjust to a world they felt lost from. It really lifted a weight being able to talk about it. 

Reminiscing about the time he spent as a toddler was another important part of coming to terms with what had happened. He liked the stories everyone had to tell, and he liked talking about what he himself remembered. He asked Loki to buy him a notebook, and he spent hours privately writing down all of his toddler memories. He couldn’t change what had happened, and he decided eventually that he didn’t mind what had happened. He wanted to preserve it, strange as it all was. He felt there was something important about it.

-

A few things stuck from his time as a toddler. For one, Tony still called him Bambino. Peter was still attached to his rocket, and he did still play with his toys a fair bit. He was also still happy cuddling down watching kids telly. He generally had to nap in the afternoons, just for an hour or so. He also still started whimpering about things that didn’t really warrant tears, but he supposed there had to be at least one drawback side effect of Kindsprengen’s gun.

-

Tony found Peter wrapped in a blanket, cuddled up on Loki’s lap on the sofa one evening. He sat beside them and handed Peter a mug of warm milk.

“Thanks dad” Peter said, accepting the mug gratefully.

“Good afternoon?”

Peter nodded. “My legs don’t hurt as much anymore, even after that long swimming pool session. I think they’re getting better”

“How long have you been in here?”

Peter shrugged slightly, looking at Loki. “About twenty minutes?”

“About that” Loki said. “Your legs are still a little trembly, but they’re not too bad. You’ve made good progress”

“Does this mean I can go back to school now? I miss my friends”

Peter really did. He’d been too upset about his walking troubles to ask any of his friends round or meet up with them. 

“You’re in too much of a rush” Loki said gently. “If you miss them, ask them to visit. They won’t mind if you can’t walk for very long or if you need to keep resting”

Peter pouted. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He sighed and sipped his milk. Tony stroked his hair gently. 

“My little boy” he kissed him gently on the cheek. “You’ll get there. Just take advantage of all the extra looking after and stuff until you do”

Peter smiled slightly. “Well, I have enjoyed not having to make my own drinks”

Tony grinned and ruffled his hair. “I’ll make you drinks whenever you like, chick”

Peter giggled, going back to his drink. “Dad?”

“Yes, darling”

“I love you”

“Aww, sweetheart” Tony kissed him. “I love you too”

Peter looked at Loki. “I love you as well”

“And I love you” Loki said, kissing him on the temple. “You’re my baby boy”

“You say that a lot” Peter said.

He settled back against Loki’s chest and gulped down the rest of his milk.

“Can you do the one with the spices and stuff tomorrow night?” Peter asked. 

“Sure thing, kiddo” Tony said, taking the empty mug from him and setting it down on the coffee table. “Was that ok?”

Peter nodded, pulling the blanket back round himself properly. “Warm milk is such a good thing”

Peter yawned, and his nose wrinkled. 

“You’re so cute” Tony said, stroking his cheek with the back of his finger. “Are you tired?”

Peter nodded, yawning again. “I think it’s probably bedtime”

“I think that would be sensible” Loki said. “It’s been a long afternoon”

“Can you two take me?”

“Sure thing, kiddo” Tony said. “Let’s get you settled”

-

Peter snuggled down in bed. He had a parent either side of him, each of them stroking his hair gently. 

“You’ve done so well” Loki said gently. “You’re doing so well”

“I still get tired more than I did, I’m sure of it” Peter said, hugging his rocket and seal close.

“Never mind. That just means you have to rest a little more” Tony said.

“I’m sure it’ll pass” Loki said. “Like we keep saying; you’ll get there”

“I know. I’ve got you two to help me anyway, right?”

“Exactly” Tony said. “You’ve got us. We’ll do it together”

“We’ll do it all as a family” Loki said. “The way we always do”

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[thelastspeecher]

7. Spooky stories in the mergucket au also sounds really good, like Stan could be telling his kids of stories of his and Fords adventures on distant seas when they were on the ship (exaggerated probably), and then Ford coming by and being like "yeah, he actually punched a giant squid in the face"

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7. Spooky stories

Ehhhh this didn’t turn out like I wanted to, but I’m not used to writing spooky stories, even if it’s someone else telling a spooky story.  But here, have a write that ended up way longer than I planned on making it.

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              Stanrelaxed in the reclining chair he had stolen from a sunken ship, his eyesclosed.

              “Daddy,are you sleeping?” a voice asked.  Stanopened his eyes.  The youngest of hischildren, five-year-old Emmett, tread water in front of him.  A few green scales fell off his tail as helooked at Stan expectantly.

              “Nope.”  Stan sat up straight.  “What’s goin’ on, sport?”

              “I’mitchy.”

              “Yeah.  That’s what happens when your permanentscales start comin’ in.”  Stan patted hislap.  Emmett eagerly took a seat andnestled against Stan’s torso.  “I can’treally do anything about it, y’know.”

              “Yeah.”  Emmett scratched his tail.  A single scale flaked off, revealing tealunderneath.  “Itches, though.”

              “I know,buddy.”  Stan ruffled his son’s hair,thinking.  “Hey, how about I distract youwith a story, huh?  You’ll forget allabout the itching.”

              “Thatsounds nice,” Emmett mumbled.  His eyeswidened.  “Ooh, can you tell one fromwhen you were human?”

              “A humanone?  You sure?”

              “Yeah!”

              “Okay.  Lemme think one up.”

              “Nomaking it up,” Emmett instructed.  Stan gaspedin faux offense.

              “Make oneup?  My own son, accuse me of making thingsup?” he said in a scandalized tone.

              “Ma says halfthe stories you tell us are fake.”

              “What?  Well, she’s lying.”

              “No, I’mnot,” a voice said.  Stan and Emmettlooked up.  Angie had entered the room atsome point.  She leaned against the wall,watching her mate and son with a small smile. “Yer a showman, is all.  You haveto exaggerate stories so that they sound more interestin’ than they actuallywere.  Which, in my opinion, ispointless.  You’ve lived a rich, fulllife, darlin’.  You have plenty of excitin’truthful stories you can tell.”  Angietilted her head.  “You fought a lot ofmonsters back when you were human.  Maybeone of those stories?”  Stan paused tothink.  He nodded.

              “Okay, Igot one.  Emmett, do you wanna hear aboutthe kraken that I beat off, back before I had even started dating your ma?”  Angie’s eyes widened.

              “No, notthat one,” she hissed.  Emmett grinned.

              “Yeah!  I wanna hear it!” he chirped.  Angie sighed.

              “Great.”

              “Hear what?”Daisy asked, swimming into the room.

              “Dad’sgonna tell a story from when he was human!” Emmett said eagerly.  Daisy’s jaw dropped open.

              “What?  Dad, you were gonna tell Emmett a humanstory?”

              “Uh,yeah.  He wants somethin’ to distracthimself from losing his guppy scales.”

              “But youweren’t gonna let the rest of us know?” Daisy scolded.  “I know fer a fact that Molly would wannahear a human story.”

              “I mean,if anyone else wants to hear, I guess they can,” Stan said.  Daisy promptly darted off, shouting for hersiblings.  Angie shook her head.

              “Yertellin’ the kraken story to all our guppies?”

              “You’rejust upset ‘cause you don’t get to save the day in that story,” Stan said.  Angie rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

              “If yasay so.”  Angie took a seat on the rockingchair.  Three brightly colored streaks zippedinto the living room.  “Hello, girls.”

              “Hi, Ma,”Danny said obediently, sitting on the floor in front of Stan with herclutchmates, Daisy and Molly.  Angielooked around.

              “Where’syer lil brother?”

              “Rightthere,” Daisy said, pointing at Emmett sitting in Stan’s lap.  Angie scowled.

              “Not thatbrother.  Yer other one.”

              “I’mright here!” Emory shouted, swimming over. Angie patted her lap.  Emory gladlysat there, panting slightly.  “They swimso fast.”

              “Yersisters are older than ya, sweetie,” Angie said softly.  She ran her fingers through Emory’s caramel-coloredcurls.  “And yer a bit of a slowpoke.”

              “I was sleepin’.”

              “Whenaren’t you?” Daisy said snidely.  Emoryglared at her.

              “Daisy,be nice,” Angie said.  She nodded at Stan.  “Go ahead, dear.”

              “Allright.”  Stan adjusted his seat slightly.  “So. Years and years and years ago, I was on the Stan O’War with your UncleFord.  Your Uncle Fidds was there, too,and so was your ma…”

—– 

              Fordpeered into Angie’s mouth.

              “It doeslook irritated,” he mumbled to himself.  “Butnot like, say strep throat.”

              “So-” Angiestarted.  Her voice cracked and fadedbefore she could say another word.  Shecrossed her arms, irritated.

              “Stoptalkin’,” Fiddleford scolded.  Angie blewa raspberry at him.  Fiddleford looked atFord in concern.  “Any idea what sort ofsickness might be causin’ this?”

              “Thereare a number of human illnesses that can cause laryngitis,” Ford said.  “Are you sure it’s not a mer disease?”

              “Positive.  Mers don’t lose their voice.  Ever.”

              “Maybe it’sa cold,” Stan suggested.  “I had one a coupleweeks ago, remember?”

              “A cold?”Fiddleford said slowly.  He looked atAngie.  “Angie, are ya cold?”  Angie shook her head.

              “No, it’s-”Stan started.  He sighed.  “Ford?”

              “It’s amild illness called the common cold,” Ford explained.  “We call it that because it becomes moreprevalent in colder weather.”

              “Ah.  Okay.”

              “It isone of the easier ways to lose your voice,” Ford said.  Angie huffed irritably.

              “How longwill she be stuck like this, do ya think?” Fiddleford asked.  Ford shrugged.

              “A fewdays to a week.”  Angie’s eyes boggled.

              “A week?”she mouthed silently.

              “Ya don’thave a cure fer it?” Fiddleford asked. Ford shook his head.

              “No.  One of the biggest struggles of modernmedicine is the search for a cure to the common cold, as a matter of fact.”  Angie groaned loudly and slumped in herchair.  “If it’s as dangerous as you sayfor a siren to lose their voice, maybe she should stay on board until she’sbetter.”  Angie straightened up again,her eyes narrowed.

              “I mean,to be fair, the best way to get better from a cold is to have soup,” Stansaid.  “And I don’t think you can havesoup underwater.”

              “Angie,are ya fine stayin’ on the ship fer a while?” Fiddleford asked.  Angie looked away, visibly frustrated.

              “Fine,”she managed, her voice creaking.  Shecoughed.  “Ugh.”

              “Yeah.  Having a cold sucks,” Stan saidcheerfully.  Angie scowled at him and madea gesture that, to merfolk, was presumably incredibly rude.

—– 

              Five dayslater, Stan wandered into the galley, looking for a snack.  Angie was already there, digging through thefridge.

              “Hey,Angie,” Stan said.  Angie gruntedwordlessly.  “Looking for food?”

              “Why elsewould-”  Angie’s voice cut off.  She groaned.

              “Why elsewould you be in the fridge?” Stan finished. Angie nodded.  “Good point.”  Angie closed the fridge forecefully.  “None of those seaweed things you like?”  Angie shook her head.  “Yeah, I think Fiddlesticks ate the last one.”  Angie scowled.  She stormed out of the galley.  “If you’re gonna kick his ass, wait until Igrabbed some popcorn!” Stan called after her. A sudden, vicious shudder ran through the ship.  Stan grabbed the wall in an attempt to steadyhimself.  “What the hell?”

              “Stan,get out here!” Ford shouted from the deck. Stan rushed out of the galley.  Hestared at the monster looming over the ship. It looked similar to an enormous squid, dark red, covered in large bumpsresembling warts.  Its large yellow eyeswere full of menace.

              “What thefuck is that?” Stan asked.

              “A kr-”Fiddleford started.  His voice gaveout.  He glared at the monster like itwas personally responsible for him catching Angie’s cold.  “Kr-”

              “Kraken,”Ford finished.  “Under normalcircumstances, this would be no problem. From what Fiddleford has told me, sirens regularly sing krakens awayfrom colony boundaries.  It’s veryeasy.  But given that both of sirens onboard are effectively mute…”

              “It is aproblem.  Got it.”  There was a loud crash from belowdeck.  Fiddleford froze, his eyes wide with panic.

              “Angie!”he croaked.

              “Angie wentto her room?” Stan asked.  Fiddlefordnodded.  “I’ll go get her.”  Stan rushed belowdeck, following the distinctivesound of splintering wood to the storage space Angie had taken over while shestayed on board.  He reached for the doorhandle.  The door abruptly came off itshinges.  Stan stared.

              Angiehissed as she used a large piece of wood to beat off a large tentacle.  With yet another loud crash, a secondtentacle burst through the side of the ship, wrapping itself around Angie.  Her eyes widened in terror.  She opened her mouth to scream, but no soundcame out.  The tentacle began to pullAngie through the hole it had punched in the side of the ship.

              “Shit!”Stan yelled, suddenly realizing he had just been standing still, watching Angiefight off a vicious sea monster on her own. He looked around for a weapon and spotted a knife.  “I’m coming, Angie!”  Stan picked up the knife.

              “Gkk!”Angie choked out, pointing at the suckers on the underside of the tentacle grabbingher.

              “On it!”  Stan stabbed one of the suckers.  A stream of green blood poured from thesingle wound.  The kraken released Angie,retracting its tentacles in pain.  Stan helpedAngie up.  “Why the hell didn’t you use aknife if you had one?”  Angie scowled athim.

              “Did-thnk f-” she managed.  She stomped herfoot irritably.  “Sng!”

              “You…didn’tthink of it because you usually sing?” Stan tried.  Angie nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”  Stanlooked down at his feet.  Water was enteringthe room through the holes the kraken had made. It was already ankle-deep.  “Weshould probably get outta here before we drown.”  Angie snorted.  “Fine. Before I drown.  C’mon.” Stan dragged Angie back to the deck. “Oh, fuck.”  Fiddleford and Fordwere nowhere to be found.  Stan lookedaround, dread building.  Out of thecorner of his eye, he saw something large and dark red approach.  He braced himself for impact-

—– 

              “And thenI-”

              “Dad?” Dannyinterrupted.  Stan looked at her.

              “Yeah?”

              “Emmett’sasleep.”

              “What?”  Stan looked down.  Sure enough, Emmett was snoring softly, curledup in his lap.  “Aw, man.  And I was just getting to the good part.”

              “Why don’tyou finish your story?” Molly asked.  Sheleaned forward eagerly.  “It was getting reallygood.”

              “Nah, Emmettasked for the story.  I’ll wait until hewakes up to finish.”

              “But-”

              “Thatsounds like a good plan to me,” Angie interjected.  “I think you have some homework to doanyways, girls.”  Molly, Danny, and Daisygot up reluctantly, grumbling.  Afterthey had left, Angie looked over at Stan. “Emmett fell asleep right during the scary part.  I hope he don’t get nightmares or somethin’.”

              “It’s nota scary story, though.”

              “To aguppy, it is.  Remember what the girlswere like when they first hatched?  Afraidof their own shadows.”

              “Oh,yeah.”  Stan idly stroked Emmett.  “That’s why you didn’t want me to tell thatstory?”

              “Part ofthe reason.”  Angie grinnedcrookedly.  “The other part is that I wasa real doofus durin’ that whole thing.  Imean, I literally had a knife in my room, but I was fightin’ off a kraken witha piece of wood?”

              “Yeah,that was a dumb thing to do,” Stan agreed. Angie chuckled.  “Good thing I wasaround to punch it and save the day.”

              “Obviously.”

[zoestagg]

Ironman Cairns 70.3: The Bike & Run...

He put his arm around me and leaned in, talking low.

“This isn’t me being mean, this is just what we need to do.” I couldn’t be sure, but I think I recognized him as the man who asked last year in the middle of a monsoon in Indonesia, if I had another lap left. He continued gently, raising his voice just slightly to compete with my sniffles, “You’ve missed the cut-off, we don’t make them to be mean I promise,” I nodded, miserably. “But look, love,” I’m 99 percent sure he said something like that, if not the actual quote — the sentiment. “You are welcome to continue. You will be an DNF, but the course is open. Get out there and give it a go!”

I nodded again and carried my squished, hotel-made onigiri to the Run Out.

He wasn’t the only angel in T2, but we need to struggle through 90 km of biking before we meet her.

Where were we? Ah yes, fresh from having our hopes dashed in the inky foam of the Coral Sea. I found out after that Ryan had dialed up my mom on FaceTime to let her watch me pedal out, and when he saw that I was in a full hysterical breakdown, realized that there is nothing about my performance in any given triathlon that is safe going live. In the weeks since the race, I’ve had a realization about my relationship with the sport.

Being pregnant and giving birth is like a universally horrific and painful experience, right? And yet, there’s all these people out there with more than one kid. I was told it’s because “It’s so worth it in the end, you forget how awful it is.”

GIRL.

I remember every last excruciating millisecond of those 257 days. For that experience, that old yarn does not add up. BUT. Apparently I can spend a whole race scared and crying, and FAIL in the strictest sense of the word and come home and immediately pick races on the two continents I’m missing. (Ecuador and Cape Town, I’m coming for you.)

ANYWAY. We’re on the bike. I’d heard in the little performance art piece about the course the day before, that there’s a dude who just travels the world doing every single IRONMAN event, and he’s declared that the Cairns bike course is the most beautiful.

Oh, you beautiful tropical fish.

You can look anywhere but at the pavement right in front of you while you’re riding? What is that even like?

Someday, I’m going to start a very important translation service: taking the official Course Description copy and making it REAL. Here’s how they described it:

The undulating, and winding course will take athletes past Thala Beach Resort and Hartley’s Croc Farm to the turnaround point, approximately 6km south of Wangetti, before heading back to Port Douglas.

Here’s what it is:

Undulating STRICTLY means up and down, but there’s an undertone of gentle that… let’s just say on an out-and-back loop, there is no rejoicing in racing a downhill, there is only knowing that it will soon be a grueling uphill. The constant hills were tough, but what really ripped me to shreds was the texture of the road and the headwind. In the course brief, we’d been warned that the roads were “county roads” and that we’d be best to try to ride in the left-hand wheel rut. Like the pioneers did. I did not know much about the types of pavement before this race, but I now know that peculiar specifically to asphalt, is a soul-crushing theft of effort. I could NOT get a leg up on it. I pedaled and pedaled and watched my speedometer and worried.

I managed one successful water bottle exchange while still moving and felt like a (slow and wobbly) boss. The road up the coast and back was closed, blessedly. It took 30 miles or so, but eventually I stopped cringing and remembering the awfulness of last year with every course monitor’s scooter that roared up behind me, and I pedaled.

On the way back, I crested a hill and saw a tent. By this point, I was already doing the complicated math as to whether I was going to make it to T2 in time, and a guy stepped out from the tent and motioned with his hand.

OH GOD. IS HE PULLING ME OFF THE COURSE? IS HE GOING TO MAKE ME GET IN A SWEEPER WAGON?

“I just need to let you know,” he started…

NO NO NO NO NO

“That this is the top of the last hill!” He looked triumphant and helpful.

I started crying. Again.

I don’t know, fam, but I’m probably going to need some kind of special warning vest for next race.

Eventually, I was out of the winding coastal road, and on back roads in to town. Then, the wind kicked up. Now of course I didn’t expect the race to be a glassy pool and a spin bike in an air-conditioned room, but DANG. When they say Australia basically just wants to kill you, you don’t imagine your death will be from all the effort needed to overcome inertia, but here we are.

I hit what had to be one of the last aid stations, and wanted water badly. I hadn’t done a great job of eating on the bike, because eating at 20 mph is freaking hard, but I’d been hydrating pretty good. I considered trying to exchange bottles and then just stopped.

“I’m not good at this usually, and I’m really not good at it tired.” I explained to the nice volunteer.

Those last five miles… were peak struggle. Everything was screaming, I was sick of the wind, and I just wanted off the bike. Eventually I started seeing people on the run course. Oh yeah, I feel like THIS, and I have a half marathon to run now.

Fun vacation.

Bike: 4:22:55

All I remember about getting to T2 is that it was full of bikes already. Suddenly, a lady in a volunteer shirt materialized next to me.

“You all right? Brilliant job, let’s get you to your spot.” She steered me through the racks as I walked my bike in a daze of tears.

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m just going to… I’m okay.”

I was trying to tell her my dismal scene needs I must act alone, but she wasn’t having it. She stayed next to my spot, chatting as I wobbled to get my bike shoes off. “Here’s the good news!” She continued. “While the cut-off has technically passed, you have loads of time!” There it was, the official proclamation that I’d busted. “One year,” she continued, “I only made it with ONE minute to spare. Another year, one of my friends took 12 whole hours to finish the Half, but he did it!”

Wait, I might be crying again…now.

“Why don’t you see what you can do? Start the run and see how it goes.” I got my running shoes and visor on, and slipped on my fuel belt. “You all right? Good luck, you’ve got this!”

I headed out, and got the official okay to keep going from the kindly course director at the beginning of this saga, and gingerly started to trot. This is where I finally felt like there was a part of me that could do this. All of the running off the bike all training cycle kicked in. I’d been WRECKED on the bike, and now I felt…okay?! What’s even happening?

I ran past Ryan and Frankie and told them I was going to give finishing a go, and trotted on. I WAS DOING THIS. The run course was flat as a pancake and packed with spectators. I started to catch up on the fuel I missed on the bike, and relished the full-fat Coke at each aid station. I wouldn’t touch the stuff if I wasn’t trying to kill myself physically in other ways, but when you are? It tastes like heaven. I had it on my Fuji climb last weekend, and can confirm — Gatorade, who?

There were still tons of 70.3 competitors out there when I started, but as they dwindled, I was VERY careful to make myself as invisible as possible. I stayed well out of anyone’s way racing the 140.6, hugging the shoulder of the path and waiting at the aid stations until they were totally clear before I approached. (The run course was on an esplanade with splash pools, which Frankie took full advantage of.)

Omg those aid stations when you’re not the last one on the course? STOCKED. The run was two laps of the same loop, so the second time through — finally feeling like I was going to very maybe finish this thing — I thanked the volunteers handing out watermelon, “This is my favorite restaurant in Cairns!” I had a lot of time to think on the course, and while I spent a lot of time feeling bad about taking so long, it occurred to me that if the race was only the fastest people, they would miss out on a heck of a lot of entry fees from us back-of-the-packers. While it’s weird to do a sport with professionals out there at the same time, I’d like to think by virtue of it being inclusionary, they can offer more amenities and support to everyone.

I don’t know exactly when I knew I would finish, maybe after the first loop, when my feet were still dry, there was no monsoon, and I was kind of feeling physically… fine? Fine-ish? I was IN THIS. No, I didn’t strictly run the entire way, but I kept moving forward, every single step that much closer to the finish line. Finally, I could hear the announcer and the bells and drums and cheering of the end.

Here’s where I put my finish in humiliating perspective: The woman who won the FULL had a faster time that me doing the HALF. I don’t know what to tell you guys, I’m slow AF. But I have a heck of a lot of Don’t Quit. I ran down the finish line shoot, with the guy on the microphone announcing my name. I got to the end, and he said, “It’s all right to stop now, you made it!”

And then I cried a little more.

Run: 3:30:24

Total: 9:11:22

I did all 70.3 miles of it this time, and THIS TIME, I got a daggone towel.

Triathlon takes a LOT of time. Not just racing one when you’re slow like me, but training. This was Ryan and Frankie’s race too. They let me disappear for half of every weekend day, they helped me get my bike on four different planes, they spent all day figuring out where I’d be when to cheer me on, and hung out on the esplanade for hours while I struggled away at the last 13 miles. And my coach, who kept me honest and on track and encouraged me the whole way, I couldn’t have done this without them. 

Triathlon IS a team sport, if you do it right.

(So I think in the whole “you forget how bad giving birth is” is because babies are so delightful? I mean, talk to someone who has both given birth AND eaten their first meal the day after a long-course race — this is not a comparison that works out well for babies if that meal is artisanal avocado toast and a Bloody Mary, I’M JUST SAYING.)

Part 1: The Swim...

[chronicfangirling]

Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.2: Ch26 (Non-idol!AU) It's summer when you and Jungkook meet, and fall in love and into misunderstandings. Love is truly a scary and wonderful thing.

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Jin dials the temperature up from five degrees to twenty degrees, but Saren quickly dials it down again. Giving her a stern look, he dials it up to twenty, but she switches it back, avoiding his eyes.

"Saren, stop that," he scolds, reaching for the temperature control again, but she puts her hand over his to stop him. He stares at it then at her, and she draws back her hand.

"There's a lot of food here," she points out. "It's all going to waste if you don't keep the temperature down."

"I'm not going to let you get sick just because of some food." He frowns when she giggles. "What?"

She gazes up at him, her eyes still shining with amusement. "It's just... I never thought I'd hear you say that about food."

He cocks an eyebrow, not looking amused himself. "It looks like you really have no idea how important you are to me, if you're saying something like that."

Sobering, she looks down and is about to walk away but he slips off the oversized button-down layered over his T-shirt and puts it around her, covering the shoulders bared by her sundress. She tugs it off and he tugs it back on.

"You don't do well when the temperature suddenly changes," he says. "It's more than thirty degrees outside, you'll get sick like this."

She pulls the shirt off again. "You don't need to--"

"If you take that off, I'm going to warm you myself," he threatens.

Saren pauses then adjusts the shirt around her shoulders. She walks to a small crate and sits on it, her hands on her lap. Jin pulls a same-sized crate before her and takes a seat, his elbows on his knees. "So, should we do as the kids said and try to fix things between us?"

Bunching handfuls of her skirt, she says: "It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. We were supposed to fix them, not..."

"You look like a pretty flower yet you can be so unbelievably stubborn... but then, that's one of the things that I like about you," he chuckles. She sits straighter, every limb tensed in her wariness, and he chuckles again. "You know, I watched on this procedural show that exposing people to lower temperatures while questioning them makes it easier to pry the truth out of them."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "It's not that cold here."

"So you're confident you can continue holding back the truth?" He smirks. She opens her mouth to protest but her voice escapes her when Jin envelops her hands in his much larger ones. "Shall we start, Saren?"

"Jin, I told you I'm seeing someone else," she replies.

"Do you love Hongbin?" he asks.

"Well he's my friend, so--"

"Like you loved your friend Jinnie?" he prods.

"Jin..." she pleads, slowly pulling her hands away but he tightens his grip.

"You did love me... right?" His thumbs brush against her wrists, and she can't help but shiver at the tender gesture.

"You know the answer--"

"Did you?"

"Yes..." she sighs.

"If you can say you love him like you loved me, then I'll wish you both every happiness." His tone is gentle, but it still sounded like a challenge. "But if not then... it looks like I can't let you go."

"That's not just for you to decide," she cries.

"Yes, you made a decision a year ago to no longer believe in our love." He levels a sharp gaze at her. "And don't you think it was unreasonable of you to throw away the future we could have just because I made one mistake?"

Her lashes flutter as she tries to quell the prickling of tears in her eyes. "Jin, I'm sorry--"

"No princess, I’m sorry--that was a trick question." He grazes her eyelids with butterfly kisses. "How could you have still believed? I deliberately hurt you and I set out to destroy every beautiful moment we had in your mind so you'd leave. Of course you'd be scared to trust me again. And I know I've got no right to ask this, but I'm shamelessly asking for a chance to make you believe again."

Can she believe again? Sweet, kind-hearted Jin... who knew exactly what to say to break her heart. Just knowing that he could do it again if he chose to... it's too terrifying to even think about. Shaking her head, she sobs: "I can't. I'm sorry."

She stands up, looking poised to take flight, but even though there's no way to escape, he seizes her by the waist and sets her on top of the crate she has been sitting on. They were nearly eye-to-eye now, so he leans closer. "I'm in love with you. I don't even know what if feels like not to love you. My life began again on that day you took me to see the cherry blossoms."

"That was a long time ago," she says without conviction. She wishes she could forget, but even now, the sad and beautiful Jin from years ago is still vivid in her mind, the pale petals fluttering around him. She's sure that many years later, she would still remember...

"And that entire time, I've loved you and hoped for a future with you," he says. "I should've probably said something sooner, but--"

She shakes her head. "No Jin, at that time you were focused on raising Jungkook, so..."

"You understand even this." He brushes a stray strand of hair off her face. "How can I not believe that we belong together?"

She attempts to retreat, but he twines an arm around her waist before she can fall off the crate. "Jin, you see, I think--I think I might've found the place I belong to here."

"I know that the people here have been like family for you, and I'm grateful for that," he says. "But Jungkook and I could be your family too, we want to be, and I... I want to have a family with you."

She gasps at the weight of those words. "Jin--"

"Jinnie," he corrects.

"Jin... nie..." she murmurs.

"My princess... do you still love me?" he asks, with a soft smile.

She bites her lip, hesitating. "Jinnie, I..."

He caresses her cheek with one hand. "Please don't be scared anymore."

"Of course, I love you," she confesses in a whisper.

"Then love with me," he breathes against her lips, wrapping both arms around her waist. With a desperate whimper, she melts into the kiss, still scared, but warmed by his protective embrace.

[kookienomster3]

I Want The Headline (Pt. 21)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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Jungkook was a crumpled heap on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He had fallen towards you, and you had buckled, unsure of what to do. His bloody hands were caressing your face, sobbing that it was going to be okay. You felt lightheaded, weakly gripping onto his shirt. How was this going to be okay? Your hands patted at his arms, unable to reach anywhere else.

“Where are you hurt?” You whispered, wiping at your eyes. His expression bleakened, and Jungkook was cradling you against his chest,

“Y/N, they shot you..” He cried, pulling away slightly to reveal his blood soaked hand applying pressure to your thigh. “They shot you, not me. Why not me?” Belatedly you stared down at the darkened fabric of your pants and Jungkook’s pale hand trembling against your wound.

“Me?” you echoed softly. He shifted you, pulling you up onto his lap so you were leaning against his chest. One hand cradled the back of your head while the other squeezed your leg. Jungkook was crying into your hair. You felt a dull burning and you saw the blood, but you didn’t understand why Jungkook looked so frightened.

Jin was there instantly, forcing one hand over Jungkook’s the other reaching underneath your leg. “I..I can feel the bullet.” He whispered, turning to you, “Clench your jaw, Y/N..Oppa has to do something real quick.” You felt Jin’s fingers press against the skin under your leg.

And then he was digging.

And then it wasn’t just a dull burn, it was an intense fire.

You jerked, Jungkook’s hand forcing your leg back down as he rested his head against yours, trying to calm you down. “Stay still.” He soothed, “He has to pull it out, just stay still, Y/N.” You weren’t how your were supposed to. It seemed the further Jin’s fingers dug, the more intense the pain became. You weakly shoved your hands against Jin’s arm,

“Stop, that hurts..” You whispered frantically, “That hurts oppa, stop!” Jin suddenly pulled away, roughly rubbing his sleeves over his face to dry his tears. His hands were covered in dark red and everything smelled like iron. You felt sick.

“M-my finger’s too big.” he cried,“I pushed it in further..” Jungkook looked down at his hands helplessly; his fingers weren’t much thinner than Jin’s.

“Move.”

Yoongi dropped down onto his knees beside Jin, nudging him over. His hand came to rest beside Jungkook’s pushing it so he could apply the pressure to the wound. “The shot came from the north, Tae’s just as confused as we are, so I’m not sure if it’s Namjoon.”

His other hand wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you up towards his body to lean on him, quietly he murmured, “Grab onto my arm and squeeze when it hurts.” Yoongi cut his gaze to Jungkook and Jin, angered that they were still sitting there dumbly staring at him, “Go fucking find who did this!” He snapped, “It’s obvious you’re fucking useless here!”

He propped your injured leg over his knee, had atop it pressing down further. Yoongi felt your fingernails curl into his skin. His eyes passed over your briefly, frowning at your clenched jaw, “Bite my shoulder.” He didn’t give you time to argue, “I’m going to pull this out and it’s going to hurt, just do it; it’ll help.” He didn’t waste another moment before digging his index and thumb into the gunshot wound and you found yourself listening to him. Yoongi flinched, instinctively pressing his head against yours, trying to distract himself from the pain of your teeth digging into his skin.

His fingers felt the smooth surface of the bullet and he tried to grip onto a ridge with his fingernail, but his fingers only felt a jagged edge.

The bullet had broken.

He took in a deep breath, forcing his fingers as far apart at they would go. He felt the muscles of your leg twitching and felt your teeth break skin, digging into the bone. Suddenly he shoved his hand forward, gripping the two pieces and jerked it out. Yoongi cried out the same time you did, head tucked against yours. He pressed his head against yours as hard as he could and you bit into his shoulder as hard as you could; the both of you trying to distract yourselves from your immediate pain. He finally had gotten the bullet and your had stopped biting him.

Your sore jaw relaxed and you were crying into his neck. Yoongi dropped the bullet fragments, cupping his hands over the entrance and exit wounds and applying pressure once more. He sighed, the bite on his shoulder throbbing. Jin, Jungkook and Jimin were gone. The three of them out looking for the source of the shot.

Taehyung had dropped from the roof, coming to stand curiously beside you and Yoongi. He crouched down, quietly observing your tears and Yoongi’s blank stare. He tilted his head to the side in confusion, “You killed her brother.” he began, “Why are you helping her?” Yoongi remained silent, hands pressing down harder with each of your heartbeats. You had fallen asleep, or passed out, Yoongi wasn’t sure. Tae waved his hand in front of the other man’s blank face, “Hello..?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped up to him,

“Tell Namjoon I need to talk to him.”

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t know what was happening or why and it reminded him too much of when your oldest brother was around. When everything was a mess and people were everywhere doing what they wanted.

When there was no order.

It was you and Jin’s brother who had forced Yoongi to put up so many barriers and separate himself from his organization. He was the reason for the figurehead. There were so many things he had done wrong and it had gotten him killed and Yoongi was determined not to end up like him. That’s why there were rules. So many rules.

And the moment he broke one, this chaos happened.

And he was just as lost and confused as he was when he was 15, coming to your brother for help, but only seeing him face down in a pool of blood.

“Huh?” Tae blinked, “Why?”

“I don’t need to tell you, just tell him.” Yoongi nodded in the direction of the gate, “Next time I see you, I’m giving you over to Hoseok. Get out.” Footsteps were thudding back towards the courtyard of the warehouse and Taehyung took that as his chance to leave. Yoongi glanced down at the blood seeping between his fingers, it was slowing considerable and he was pretty sure you’d be fine.

Jungkook was back, his hands held out in front of you but unsure of where to touch you. He stared down at Yoongi’s hands, gaze drifting up to meet his eyes. For a moment he was distracted by the minimal amount of blood dotting Yoongi’s shirt on his shoulder, but he had more important things to worry about.

“The bullet broken in half.” Yoongi murmured, “I got both pieces.” Jungkook nodded, reaching out for you. Yoongi only applied more pressure.

Seeing the other man unmoving, Jungkook mumbled, “Jin wants you..he found the weapon and Hoseok.”

Yoongi’s head lifted, expression confused, “Hoseok?”

“He was tied up in the room with the weapon..whoever shot it is gone.” He explained, trying to tuck his hands underneath you and pull you into his lap. He was there now, Yoongi didn’t have to hold you anymore. Jungkook was more than willing to take care of you. Yoongi pulled you closer,

“Give me your shirt.” He ordered, “I need something to tied around this before you start moving her.” He watched Jungkook shrug out of the flannel and tie it over the wound. It was only after that that Yoongi had handed you over, “There’s rooms to the back, they all have emergency kits in them.” He mumbled, delicately lifting the bullet fragments into his hands, and staring down at them,

“I’m going to find Namjoon.”

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Questions and Vodka

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Prompt: “It’s 6’o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” / fluff + angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1,286

“Do you see them?” Jimin peers over the top of his steering wheel, searching down the aisle.

“Not yet." Slowly, you sink lower in the passenger seat.

You’re definitely not a morning person. Although one could hardly call this morning – it’s 4:30 am. The sun hasn’t even peeped over the horizon yet. Nope, it’s just you and Jimin awake at this hour.

Well, you and the thousands of other people milling about this parking lot.

Tailgating is a time honored tradition in your household – and today is Jimin’s first time coming along. Having grown up in Korea, he knows very little about American football. Although to be fair, neither do you. You just know that every year your family buys tickets to this battle royal between your mom and dad’s alma maters.

Today is Jimin’s first time coming along. You glance sideways at your boyfriend of two years, unable to keep the grin from your face. He’s been texting you for the past twenty four hours – wanting to know what to wear, what to bring, what to say. It’s adorable.

“There they are!” Pointing at a group of cars at the end of the aisle, you roll down the window. “Mom! Dad!”

Your mom waves, dusting hands on her red Kiss the Cook apron. She points to the empty spot beside them. “Park here, sweetie!” She waves past you. “Hi, Jimin!”

Jimin smiles back at her. “Thank you so much for having us.”

Your mom waves him aside. “Well, you’re the real troopers here. Getting up so early!”

At your mother’s smile you groan. She is so soft on your boyfriend – although, who isn’t? He’s the embodiment of cute. Until he decides not to be. You hastily shove those feelings aside. You’re in public. With your parents.

Jimin turns off the ignition. “How do I look?” he asks, nervously pushing hair back from his face.

You laugh, kissing him. “As always, utterly adorable.”

Jimin glares. “Yah. I’m sexy.”

“Of course you are, sweetie.”

As you turn to leave he grabs your wrist, pulling you back. This kiss is deeper than last time. Softer. His lips part yours as a little sound leaves the back of your throat. Jimin touches your forehead to his. “Sexy,” he murmurs.

You frown, breathless. “Well, that was just rude.”

Jimin laughs, unbuckling his seat belt. “Come on, let’s unload.”

Your parents have already set everything up, so it’s just a matter of adding your goods and waiting until the rest of the group arrives. Your best friend Mindy shows up just as the sky is lightening. She and her boyfriend George break open the alcohol – pouring everyone a round of mimosas.

Jimin is somehow finagled into wearing the Kiss the Cook apron at breakfast – a request to which you happily oblige, planting an exaggerated kiss on the side of his cheek.

“These two are the worst, y’all,” Mindy points. “They’re so happy it makes me sick.”

You giggle, plopping down in Jimin’s lap. “That’s not true.”

Jimin absentmindedly runs his hand through your hair. As he does, you feel his phone vibrate. “Oh!” you exclaim, sitting up straight. “Who is it?” Your hands start to roam searching for his cell phone.

Jimin leans back, grinning as his hands slide behind his head. “That’s it. Keep searching.”

Realizing your left hand is deep inside his pocket, you blush. The phone still rings though and in the next pocket you find it, pulling it out to hold above your head. “Got it!” 

Jimin looks amused. “Who is it?”

You shush him as you answer, pushing your hair behind one ear. “Hello?” At the answering voice, you cheer. “Seokjin!”

Seokjin laughs from the other end of the line. “Y/N, is that you?”

You nod, before realizing he can’t see. “Yes.” There are sounds of people in his background. “Who are you with, Seokjin-ah? Why are you up so early?”

“Seokjin-ah?” Jimin grumbles beneath you. He pouts, tapping your leg. “Y/N.”

You ignore him, twisting. Seokjin is laughing now. “A bunch of us got up early to watch the game.” 

He starts to say more but a girl’s voice breaks through. “Is that Jimin-ah? Tell him hiiiiiiiiiii.” The voice breaks into breathless laughter as Seokjin shushes her.

Recognizing that laugh, your blood runs cold. “Is that… Cady?”

Jimin’s eyes fly open. He stills beneath you.

“Uh, no.” Seokjin sounds nervous. “No it’s not, I-“

Jimin grabs the phone from your hand. “Seokjin, gotta go.” Then he hangs up.

You stare blankly back at him. “Cady? Cady?”

Cady is Jimin’s ex-girlfriend. A girl who darkened the first three months of your relationship. Threatening you, yelling in public places – that kind of thing. Last you heard, she was off at her aunt’s house - a change of pace or something.

Jimin sits up straight. “Y/N.”

“Nope.” Muttering under your breath, you slide from his lap. Moving towards the open flap of the tailgating tent. “Don’t follow me.” As you enter, you head towards the alcohol. Unscrewing a bottle of vodka to pour a generous helping into a Bloody Mary glass.

“Y/N.” You look up to find Jimin watching. His arms are crossed over his chest. “It’s 6’o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

Slowly, you tip another shot in.

Jimin’s eyes roll. “Y/N, listen.” He takes a few steps forward. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, really?” It’s a struggle to sound angry because really, you’re just hurt. “Then why didn’t you tell me she was in town?”

Jimin sighs. “I was trying to. She came back a week ago and reached out to the guys, saying she was better and asking them to hang out. I think they invited her today as a sort of test.”

A snort escapes. “Okay.”

“I swear,” Jimin presses a hand to his chest. “I haven’t seen her. I wasn’t planning to. But love, I can’t control the boys from seeing her.”

You stare at your vodka, considering. “I just... wish you’d told me.”

And then suddenly he’s in front of you, hands coming up to touch your forearms. “I know. I do, too.” Groaning, Jimin pushes a hand through his hair. “This isn’t how things were supposed to go.”

Rather pettily, you shy away. “How were things supposed to go?”

“It was supposed to happen out there.” Jimin gestures loosely towards the entrance of the tent. “In front of your friends and family, when you were happy.”

“What was supposed to happen when I was happy, in front of my friends and family?”

Instead of answering you, Jimin kneels.

Your eyes widen. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Jimin just smiles.

“Jimin.” You swallow. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

“Y/N.” Jimin pauses, takes a deep breath. “I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you. Everyone else I can picture without, but you? Never. I want you next to me always – beside me always. My partner in life, partner in love, partner in dumb, stupid things that nobody but us wants to do.”

You giggle – or maybe it’s a sniff, it’s hard to tell.

“I was going to do this when we were surrounded by people but somehow,” Jimin’s hand entwines with yours. “Somehow this feels right. I want to tell you I love you. I want to tell you there’s no one else and I want to tell you I’d be honored if you’d let me love you the rest of our lives. Y/N?”

He looks up, and there’s a question in his voice. You’re already nodding, a tear sliding down your cheek – or maybe that’s two, or three – as a laugh slips out.

“Y/N.” Jimin smiles. “Will you marry me?”

Almost before he’s done asking, you’re answering. “Yes.”

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I have... a lot of word docs open so who wants to see a little bit from each thing! yeah! Also u guys should tell me what u think....

Darkness Falls chapter 2 (Serial Killer Zen):

It did not take long for Zenyatta to realize why the Iris had called him back. He could hear its call all around him, not speaking to him but to everyone, trying to reach out to Genji but with no avail. It was evident that the cyborg hadn’t connected to the Iris at all.

“Well?” Zenyatta lifted his head, watching Genji carefully. He had, after several minutes pulled out one of his throwing stars again, flipping it between his fingers as he watched Zenyatta. Zenyatta watched him, slightly mesmerised. “You’re one of the brothers here, right? Aren’t you going to try and convince me to give into the Iris, to accept what I’ve become?”

There was bite, bitterness in his voice, and Zenyatta momentarily wondered how many of his fellows Mondatta had sent in to try and ‘help’ Genji.

Unnamed Depressed Hanzo fic:

They peep and chirp like baby birds, cling to his fingers when Hanzo holds them out over their heads. Their iridescent blue scales shimmer as small talons reach for him, and Hanzo crouches down, staring at them eye to eye. He doesn’t move until the nanny enters, an hour later, Genji in her arms.

Then, it is only to take Genji from the nanny and hold him in his lap, the pair of them staring at the pair of dragons. Genji coos at them, repeating the newly learned word for cucumber, Kyūri, as Hanzo gently holds his tiny hand out to touch the dragons. He giggles once he touches them, kicks his legs out in joy, and before long the two of them are rolling on the floor, playfully wrestling as the dragons watch.

It’s the happiest Hanzo’s been in days.

Unnamed LifeHacks fic:

“I have another question too—when I use my translocator, the feedback plate hooks into the uppermost implant, but I always feel…sick after I use it. I thought at first it was because I’d messed up when I stole the plans from the gorilla, but he repaired the issues with mine and it’s still happening.”

“It’s with your things, right? I just want to see how it sits on your back…” Sombra sat up as Ziegler left the room, listening to her rummage for her translocator in the pile of clothing she’d left in the changing cubby. “Here—put it on, please.”

Sombra kept her back to the doctor, feeling a chill rush over her bare skins, and swiftly clicked the translocator into place.

Then Ziegler swore.

“You said Winston looked at it?” she confirmed once she was finished spitting fire, and Sombra nodded slowly. “Well, he’ll have to do a few more adjustments. It doesn’t line up exactly with your top implant—there’s about two or three inches that don’t connect to it. You are extremely lucky that this hasn’t killed you.”

Sake, Bourbon, and Other Spirits chapter 2 (ghost AU):

“Some air should help clear your head too, Mei. It’s got to be a bit of a shock…” Ana sighed as they headed towards the living quarters, mapping out the fastest way to Mei’s room in her head. “I’m sure once I wind down, it’ll…it’ll hit me.”

In all truthfulness, it already was. She remembered Gerard’s funeral, the tears and speeches, the fight between Gabriel and Jack over who should take the blame for not realizing that Amelie was a sleeper agent… Ana shuddered, unconsciously pulling Mei closer.

“Ana, are you okay?” she looked down to where Mei was looking at her with sad eyes. “I—I’m sure Gerard wouldn’t want you to be sad, same with Jack and Gabriel.”

Something in Ana’s gut clenched at the mention of Gabriel, how he tried his best to shoot her in Egypt, but she doesn’t mention it to Mei. There was no need to worry her even more.

Unnamed Family Apocolypse AU:

The end of the world, in Jack’s mind, wasn’t the most exciting deal. A lifetime of trashy Hollywood movies had his mind awash with mutants and aliens and earthquakes and the earth literally splitting itself apart. In reality, it consisted more of him and Gabriel gathering up the kids and the cat, jumping into the car—which died about 30 miles out of town— and getting out of dodge once things got a little too hairy.

“We ain’t gonna die, are we, dad?” Jesse asked, the 15-year-old sounding miserable behind his mask as they climbed onto yet another hill, nothing but dust and dirt and empty skies ahead of them. Slightly behind them, Gabriel was helping Sombra onto his back, trying to balance the 13-year-old, the cat, and a backpack.

“Course not. We’ll be fine, right Gabe?” Jack replied, trying to keep any small bits of panic out of his speech. It really wouldn’t do to worry them, even as Jack looked at the scribbled map once again.

His grandfather had been a paranoid man, paranoid enough to have created a bunker in the middle of nowhere, and for once Jack was glad that he’d somehow been his favourite of the grandchildren, despite his old world views of Jack’s relationship and job.

The Boy In Shadow (My Original Project):

“Detective Cain? Call’s come in.”

Harold Cain looked up from his paperwork, a depressing batch of numbers and words that told him the city was getting worse and worse as the year progressed, and sighed. Another murder to add to the statistics, another unsolved mystery.

“Right, I’ll be right down.” After a moment, spent putting the papers back into a semi-organized pile, he looked up at the officer who was still standing in the door way. “Is something wrong?”

“Uh, well…” the officer seemed to deflate. “It’s just, well, gosh I don’t think you’re going to like this case much, sir.”

Harold gave the young man a deadpan look. “Carson, I very rarely head up homicide cases that I do like. I very much doubt anyone working here likes a homicide case. But I will take that into consideration.”

Unnamed D.Va and 76 are friends fic:

The map was Korea, cities placed at every instance where they were in the real world, although Jack faintly remembered Busan having to be moved a few kilometres inland after one of the last attacks. There where no build or buy options, no way to make more units than the 6 he appeared to have pre-made, and there was just one goal.

Survive the attack.

“Each unit is a 6 person MEKA squad. We also have one or two extra training squads, because our rate of turn over is so high, but that wasn’t programmed in.” The fact that she could talk about how many of her fellow soldiers had already, and would, die from the omnic was almost chilling. But she was young, and humour had always helped him cope, so there was no way to say if it was the same for her. “The omnic attacks at the end of 10 turns, and can’t be killed yet, only driven away.”

“Is there anyway to kill it, or is driving it away the only option?” Jack asked, and D.Va shook her head.

Unnamed Sombra is 18 and also Alejandra and looks at 76 like a father figure fic:

Huh. Gangs, gangs Jack could deal with. Quick smash and grabs in Talon warehouses and UN controlled Watchpoints, those weren’t anything new or particularly hard anymore. But Vishkar was a different kind of evil. They hid behind shiny metals, bureaucracy, lawyers, and occasionally strike teams.

“I can think of two people you should have contacted instead of me,” he finally said, and Sombra huffed as she waved her hands in the air.

“Lucio is too…good. He’d see me or my symbol and try to bring the whole gang down on my head. And the Vishkar runaway…Vaswani doesn’t trust easily, and there’s no way she’d trust me. Besides, you already saved me once, so why not save me again?” she’d moved a little closer as she spoke, and it took a moment, but Jack was able to figure out the other emotion playing out across Sombra’s face.

“You’re nervous.”

Unnamed Mei/76 fic:

“Why?” she asked, ready to hear a critique on her fighting skills, which she already knew were sub-par, or her physique, something that at least 3 people had already commented on. “I have just the right to be here as you do!”

D.Va muttered under her breath, shifting in her sleep, and 76 looked at the sleeping teenager before shaking his head.

“That’s not what I mean, Doctor. I should clarify—you shouldn’t be on this field. Winston should have picked someone else to go on this mission. It can’t be good for your nerves.”

Doctor. Doc-tor. Not a single person since arriving in Gibraltar called her Doctor, except Athena and rarely Winston. But 76…knew?

Mei shook her head, confused. “I never told you I had a doctorate…did I?” she asked, suddenly feeling very, very tired. 

Familial (Pregnant Ana fic):

“If you go and get anyone about this, I’m going to kill you, Wilhelm.” She said, eyes closed and taking deep breaths.

She could hear the large man dithering behind her, before a loud clanking let her know that he’d crouched down behind her. “Ana, if you are injured at all, I should—“

Well, it wasn’t exactly how she was planning on telling him, or any of the rest of her squad-mates, but…

“I’m not injured, I’m just pregnant, Reinhardt.”

With a sigh, she turned against the wall so she could face the larger German man, and almost laughed at how devastated he seemed to look. “Don’t worry, Jack and Gabriel already know. That’s why they’ve been so insufferable about me keeping off the front lines lately.”

Flowers for Assholes (McHanzo flowershop AU):

It was a great night, in Jesse McCree’s opinion.

The day had started out decently enough—Amelie’d stayed over, but Lena cooked breakfast for the three of them before she had to run to work, and Amelie had been almost pleasant to talk to before she too left the apartment for her job.

That left him with way too much time on his hands, and after making sure Ganymede was fed and Bastion was fully charged and not going to run over anything the roomba’d get caught on, he dressed and made his way out of the house.

Firefish (Mermaid AU):

When Hana woke, she still felt shitty but better than before. There was also something tied around her middle, tugging at her body. Looking down, she realized it was a tether of sorts, a light blue rope that connected her to a piece of the reef her and Satya were sitting at.

“Uh…S-Satya?” Hana coughed a little, clearing her throat of something and nothing at all, and the other mermaid looked up to her. “What’s this?”

“Ah. You started to drift away as you slept, and rather than lose sight of you, I tied you down so you wouldn’t float away. It is safer than letting ourselves sleep and drift from each other.” Satya replied, waving with her hand and turning the rope into blue pixels of light. “I have our course plotted—we should arrive off the coast of Antarctica here—“

Hana swam down to Satya, watching in awe as her fingers pointed out exactly where they needed to go, as well as their speed needed to get there.

Unnamed Resident Evil 2/Overwatch AU:

Gabriel Reyes was running late, something that was beyond annoying to him. He was never late, never! Hell, he’d even set his clocks five minutes late just so he’d leave on time.

But the drive from LA to Raccoon City—some small but growing city in the Midwest— was long, and there’d been a huge crash on the freeway right as he started out of the city limits. Ergo, Gabriel was going to be late.

“Goddamnit—“ he hissed to himself as he raced down the empty highway, the sky starting to turn black-blue as night approached. He was being transferred to help deal with the “disaster” in Raccoon, as his boss had called it. Attacks being called the Cannibal Murders outside of the city, an entire special forces sector of the police detachment claiming it was all because of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, reports of entire city blocks being quarantined and barricaded…