#here is the car accident fic that was requested by so many

[writing-whump]

Car accident

Hector and Arnie get into a car accident. Have some protective, hurting Hector and panicky, comforting Arnie. Contains emeto and painful healing.

Arnie couldn't have been passed out for long, but it still surprised him. Where was he?

His seatbelt was on, digging into his chest...and he was lying kind of sideways, wasn't he?

He blinked, something wet running into his eyes. When he rubbed at it, his fingers came up red.

It wasn't just him tilted sideways.

The whole car was sideways. What the hell just happened?

He was the one driving. This was one of the driving lessons he was having with Hector. Supervised by an adult, he could take rides after the first couple of exams until he went to the final one to get his driving license.

Did he make a mistake? What happened? And why couldn't he remember it?

Arnie's breathing picked up as he looked left and right. Hector was supposed to be on the passenger seat, but he wasn't there...

A quiet sob broke out of his chest as he followed the wet trail of blood to his temple and into his hair.

There was a scratching noise and the car came down from its position on the side. It came down gently, slowly, like someone was turning it over with care.

The door snapped over and Hector was there, immediately grabbing for his seatbelt to get him out. He must have used all his wolf strength to move the car down.

"H-Hex? W-what happened...?" Arnie's voice shook as Hector got him out of the car, helping him take a few steps to the side. They ended up on some kind of grass field next to the highway, cars driving past them with speed.

"The fucker went straight into us. I turned the wheel to the side, but it caught us on the right and we turned a few times." Hector's hand was on his elbow, steadying him as Arnie fell to his knees. He dug his fingers into the grass strands, grateful for the steady ground.

"Are you hurt?" Hector's hand brushed against his chin to lift it up, so he could inspect his head. "It's bleeding here in your hair a little. How is the pain?"

"I'm okay. C-can't even feel it."

Hector lowered himself to the ground too, grunting. That's when Arnie noticed how pinched his features were and that he was touching Arnie only with one hand.

"H-Hex? Y-you okay?"

"Fine, fine." He waved him off, again only with one hand. Arnie craned his neck to see his other side.

His left hand was pressed tight against his side...and it was bent back at the elbow at an unnatural angle.

"Oh my god, Hex- your-your hand-"

Hector sighed, as if Arnie noticing was the crisis he was waiting for. He reached behind Arnie's head, pushing their foreheads together so Arnie couldn't look. "Hey. It's all good. Deep breaths. This will heal in a bit."

"B-but why isn't it healed already?"

Hector closed his eyes for a second. "Forget about it, pipsqueak"

"You mean you have other injuries?"

Wait, if the car caught them from the right side...then it actually slammed into Hector's side, didn't it? And Hector wasn't even in the car, when Arnie woke up...because he turned the wheel in Arnie's hands so he would get hit instead of him, reacting with his quick instincts.

"Hex," Arnie said, the realization somehow making his voice steadier. He put his hand on his big brother's good shoulder, their foreheads still slammed together. Hector's breathing came all ragged and harsh, despite his apparent tight calmness. "What's wrong with you?"

Hector leaned back, sitting down on his butt instead of crouching, holding his left side still weirdly away from view. "Just...just some internal stuff that's healing up first...don't worry, I'm fine."

"Do you want to lay down?"

Hector looked back at the car, ignoring him, his face getting paler. "It's a good car though. Not busted that much. I can get the door straightened up and it will need some repaint-"

"Hex, you are freaking me out here!"

"Well, I'm trying really hard not to!"

"Christ, you are stubborn." Arnie lifted himself up on his knees so he could take a proper look. Hector's shirt was black, so he couldn't see if it was bloody. "Show me that."

Hector grumbled something but didn't resist much when Arnie pushed back his shirt.

Arnie grid his teeth together not to gasp. Hector's whole left side was covered in black and blue patches and that was beside the bleeding skin right under his ribs and his side. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but there was quite an amount of blood covering it.

"Ribs broken?" Arnie asked in a strangled noise.

"Probably. Still hurts, but whatever it pierced is all healed up now." Hector watched his expression carefully, jaw clenched.

"And...and your stomach?"

"Nothing internal, man. I'm telling you."

Not anymore.

"You turned the car at the last second so you would be the one to get hit," Arnie said accusingly.

"Actually, I tried to soften the impact with my shadow too. Might have been why it shot me out of the car. Scared the fucker senseless. He drove right off."

"We should call the police. And an ambulance."

"Nah. I don't remember the sign and human authorities wouldn't be happy about a shadow jumping at drivers anyway. Leave it be." His shadow rose while he spoke, running over Hector. Like it was soaking him up in black mud.

Hector's features didn't quite relax, but his shoulders did and there was some colour back in his cheeks. The bruises went from black and blue to dark green and violet, shrinking in size.

Hector took a deeper breath in relief, as if it stopped hurting so much.

"And your hand?" Was there still too much work with his torso that it wasn't healing.

Hector shook his head. "Whatever. We should check if we can get the car going and leave."

"I'm not going behind that wheel again and you can't drive," Arnie protested.

Hector shot him an angry glare. "Then at least prop me up against something."

That had Arnie jumping up to his legs, sliding under Hector's arm to pull him up. He didn't have the strength to actually do it alone, but Hector seemed content with just the symbolic help, dragging himself up with a groan.

They stumbled back to the car, Hector lowering himself to sit against the back door, closing his eyes.

"Anything I can do?" Arnie said, hovering with his hands over Hector's bloody shirt that the wolf pulled back down.

He looked back at the car with unease, not wanting to get inside again. But they should have a water bottle in the back from his side.

With a deep breath, he circled around, finding that the door could be opened. He returned with the water bottle under one arm quickly, the sight of the inner cabin making his skin crawl, although it wasn't even that damaged.

He knelt down next to Hector, offering him the bottle. "Here."

Hector's shadow was healing him, little black needles running up and down his arm and left shoulder. Sweat was covering his face and neck.

Arnie could even see the steam rising from his skin as his shadow worked, the amount of energy releasing warmth into the air.

Hector opened one eye to take the bottle, taking several eager gulps, throat bobbing.

Arnie was just about to relax that they were going to be okay, when Hector suddenly broke off with a cough. He let the bottle fall into Arnie's lap as he pitched to the side, throwing it all back up.

"Hex!" Arnie shifted behind Hector's heaving back, putting a hand on Hector's good shoulder from the front to steady him. His skin was burning to the touch.

Not to mention the water came out pink and reddish in colour.

"Hex, I really think-"

Hector let out a loud throaty retch, shuddering under Arnie's palm.

"We gotta call an ambulance, you are still-"

Hector coughed and burped, straightening himself, hand against his ribs. "N-no, I'm good. That's just...from before." He bit back a groan and he leaned back against the car, shivers rocking his frame.

"We should have you checked out, what if-"

"Arnie. I. Can. Heal. It. I just can't do anything about the blood." Hector closed his eyes, taking short shallow breaths, rubbing at his chest.

Arnie poured some of the water into his hands, placing both palms against Hector's burning cheeks. He sighed contently at the soothing coolness.

"Give me a minute and I can drive us home."

"No. We should call somebody—Delaney or Isaiah," Arnie said resolutely. Seeing how shaken Hector was, he wanted to offer to drive himself, but he couldn't even imagine getting inside the car.

Hector squinted at him with an annoyed expression. "Do something for me?"

Arnie tensed up in preparation for a task. "What is it?"

"Just sit back and breathe." Hector lifted his good arm up, offering a spot against his side.

Arnie huffed, not sure if that was helpful, but obeyed. He pressed himself against Hector's warm frame, smelling of sweat, drying blood and burned tires. After a minute of careful wiggling, so he wouldn't jostle Hector too much, he relaxed against him.

Hector's bone popped back with a loud snap that had his whole body shuddering with the pain and impact. Hector groaned quietly, leaning his head against Arnie's shoulder.

Arnie whined in echo, snaking his hand around Hector's back to hold him closer. "All good now. You will be okay."

Hector said nothing, nose buried between Arnie's neck and shoulder. His eyes were squeezed shut, but his breathing was slowly evening out.

[weird-is-life]

pregnant reader and Spencer fic where he makes her cry on accident 😭😭

Hii lovely, ty for the request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kisses, like one swear word, reader cries (not because of something bad tho, it's cute), use of pet names (0.6k)

Spencer is running late at least later than he'd told you he would be and he can't stress it more. You've been home alone almost the whole day, and Spencer knows you are probably more than lonely.

But even if he's already late Spencer makes one more stop to get some groceries before heading home to you.

When he finally arrives home, he can't stop apologising as you greet him by the door, the baby bump very visible underneath one of his sweaters.

"Hi sweetheart, I'm so sorry I'm late there was a problem we needed to deal with," Spencer apologises and kisses your cheek.

"It's okay, Spence," you say into his shirt, already hugging him tightly, "I missed you a lot though."

Spencer looks at you like he always does with a too loving smile, "I missed you two, too."

Spencer ushers you towards the couch, he doesn't want you to be standing for too long 'cause he knows your feet would hurt, and also because he intends to cuddle you as much as possible there.

He quickly unpacks the groceries, and remembers the snacks he's bought for you. What he doesn't know is that you've been craving exactly the same snack he's bought the entire day.

"Here I got you these sweetheart," Spencer gives the snacks to you and rushes to the bedroom to change into something much more comfortable than the suit.

You stay still, your eyes filling up with tears as you hold the snacks in your hands.

When he comes back to you, he finds you eating the snacks while the tears run down by your cheeks.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong?" Spencer immediately sits next to you, and starts to wipe the tears away.

"I just....-" you start with small hiccup, "I just love you so much."

A warm chuckle escapes Spencer's mouth, before he's back to comforting you. He's read every single book there's on pregnancy, so he knows how tough it is with the changes of hormones.

"Oh, baby, I love you too is that why you're crying, huh? Or is it something else? Maybe me being late?" He really hope it isn't the latter.

"N-no, I just-... I just really wanted these snacks all day, Spence," you tell him as another set of tears escapes from your eyes, "a-and they are too good."

"Oh sweetheart, if I knew you wanted them so badly i would have bought more," Spencer tells you with a sympathetic smile.

He understands it can be a lot for you from time to time, even if it's something as simple as craving some snack, so he let's you eat your snacks while he wipes away the tears. He does that until the snacks are gone along with the tears.

You look just unhappy about finishing the snacks as you did minutes ago eating them. You give him a puppy eyes, and Spencer is up on his legs before you can even say his name.

"Spencer...?"

"Don't worry, lovely. I got it, I'll buy you more than enough," Spencer quickly gives you a kiss, and goes to put on his shoes, car keys already in his hand.

"Spence?"

"Yes?" he looks back at you so fucking lovingly completely unbothered about the fact that he has to go to the shop again that you think you might start crying again (Spencer loves you so much that it happens a lot, you crying about how much you love him).

"Of course, but only if you really want to. I don't mind going alone."

"I want to," you say enthusiasticly. That is all Spencer needs to take your shoes, and go back to you. He puts the shoes on for you, kisses your bump, and helps you get up.

"C'mon, sweetheart. I'll get you anything you want if you tell me about your day, " Spencer happily listens to you chatter about everything that crossed your mind through the day.

You and Spencer leave the shop with way too many snacks, but it's okay because you're happy as one can be and that's all Spencer needs, okay maybe the cuddles too.

[daisymbin]

do you still love me? (I still love you) - choi seungcheol

warnings: mentions of insecurity, slight use of profanities, car accident, hospital, mentions of a needle (IV drip) & mention of anxiety attack.

pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader (use of she)

genre: exes to lovers, angst-ish, happy ending

word count: 2.3k

a/n: wanted to write for wonwoo but lollapalooza choi seungcheol won't let me, he is stuck and imprinted on my brain fr. I will do anything for that man....also this fic is loosely inspired by seventeen's happy ending.

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“what? no! don't call him! are you crazy?” your hands frantically reached out to grab seungkwan at his hand that was holding his phone. “crazy? who's the one being crazy here? I can't believe this happened and you didn't even think to call me, if i hadn't call and asked to hang out I wouldn't even have known you'd gotten into an accident. are YOU crazy?? you just plan on lying on this hospital bed waiting to recover alone??” seungkwan whisper-shouted at you. “seungkwan please we already broke up, I don't want to bother him or give him any more burdens. besides, I don't even know if he will still care and to be honest, I don't want to know. I don't want to find out that he doesn't anymore so just let me live with my what ifs.” it's true, you'd rather not find out that he's moved on and doesn't care anymore than to know for sure that he doesn't care anymore. you don't think you have it in you to bare another heartbreak.

“you do know that he is still madly in love with you and that he asks me about you everyday still right? he is literally going to cuss me out if he finds out you're hurt and I didn't tell him. I don't even know why you broke up with him in the first place, you were both so good together!” seungkwan's words only filled your heart with more regret. you had broken up with seungcheol a little over 2 months ago but you both decided to stay friends for the sake of the boys. you had all been friends for too long, too many years to let them all go. seungkwan has been your best friend for over a decade and so was he with the boys, it was inevitable that you'd run into each other even if you tried to avoid him or them so this was your compromise.

it wasn't decided easily of course. when you first broke up, you had tried your hardest to avoid seungcheol at all costs, if he was going to be at a hangout, dinner or lunch, you would stop yourself from going bu seungcheol was persistent; begging that you'd at least be friends for the sake of the friend group & for his own sake as well, he couldn't stand not being able to see you or hear from you for too long. why the break up? to put it simply: you were insecure but that was just an understatement. every date you went on with him, every time you went out in public with him, pictures would inevitably find its way online. the comments were sweet, well most of them. for the rest? they were not so good & they started to eat at you everyday. you started to feel like you weren't good enough for him & that he could choose anyone and I mean anyone other than you, you just can't help but feel like he was settling for less with you. & slowly, this small insecurity grew so big that you started to distant yourself from him, avoid his hugs, his touches. when seungcheol finally had enough & asked you what was going on, you had decided on a whim to simply lie to him & told him you fell out of love with him.

you still remember the look of hurt that he had on his face that day and it haunts you every night before you close your eyes. almost immediately, you had wanted to take back what you had said, tell him whats really going on, you had so badly wanted to hug him so tight and to kiss the hurt away and yet, you didnt have it in you to continue being less for him when he deserved so much more.

“seungkwan you know why, just stop please just don't call him. it's just a small accident, I'll be fine once my leg heals.” you tried your absolute hardest to assure him, to convince and persuade seungkwan, but he's your best friend afterall. he knows you're not okay. ���it's not just a small accident! you literally fractured your foot in a car accident and you have 3 stitches on your arm! you can't walk that's for damn sure, what, are you just going to not let any of our friends visit you for i don't know a few months? and not come to dinner and not expect anyone to ask about you? you know i can't lie for shit.”

“just… just tell them I left the country for a bit. for travelling or something I dont know just make something believable up. Just don't call him, I don't want him to see me like this. god, I look and sound like a loser. I don't want seungcheol to-”

the door to your ward swang open so hard a loud thud rang from the wall. “don't want me to what?” seungcheol asked as he panted; trying to catch his breath. your eyes widen at the sound of his voice, “cheol…what…” it seems for a minute, your brain had shut down., nothing was coming out of your mouth. “h-hyung,” seungkwan who was as shocked as you are, stuttered. “what are you doing here?” seungkwan had voiced his question for you. “y/n's hurt. you're hurt.” seungcheol answers as he looks back at you. seungkwan watched your face, clearly still shocked and struggling, “y/n is fine, she's just-”

“she doesn't look fine with a fucking needle up her arm. why didn't you call me?” you couldn't tell if seungcheol's question was for you or for seungkwan but you decided to speak anyway, “cheol-ah I'm fine, i-i just fell down the stairs.” what a stupid fucking excuse seungkwan thought to himself. what happened to making up something believable??? seungkwan tried to hide his face of unamusement. “you fell down the stairs?” this time seungcheol fixed his squinted eyes on you scrutinisingly. his right eyebrow raised in disbelief and he started walking closer to your hospital bed. while you tried to hide your casted foot out of sight as much as possible. “yeah I just, I tripped over my foot and fell down the stairs, just had a few cuts here and there and some stitches. no biggie.” you tried to sound as lighthearted and careful as much as you could while trying your best to hide the pain from having to move your foot out of sight.

“don't move, god, the hospital called and said you've gotten into a car accident, you still have me as your emergency contact.” oh. oh. well fuck. seungkwan sensed the already existing tension rising rapidly and decided it's best to go, “okaaay I should probably go and let you have some rest-” seungkwan almost feels invisible in the way seungcheol keeps disregarding his words and interrupting him, “why'd you not tell me? is this fun to you? the same way you fell out of love with me and just didn't tell me until I asked? why do I always have to find out things in the worst way possible?” seungcheol knows he's being harsh but he doesnt mean to, he's just so angry and hurt. so much anger in him towards himself for not being better for you. how bad must he have been, how much was he lacking for you to fall out of love with him? is it work? but he did try to make time for you, bringing you out for dates but you would reject those dates, movie dates at home were also always getting cut short, you no longer wanted to fall asleep on him shoulder or lap, you just went your way to the bedroom after announcing you're tired even before the halfway mark of the movie. was he doing something wrong? there's so much he still hasn't gotten the chance to ask you before you walked out on him.

and now seungkwan, seungkwan was a lot of things but patience? that man has very limited patience and he definitely doesn't have patience for the way seungcheol is speaking to you now. he has had enough of you running away from seungcheol when you still clearly have feelings for him. “hyung,” seungkwan reached for seungcheol's wrist, trying to get his attention. “come with me.” he started tugging and pulling at seungcheol's arm, dragging him out the ward. “she got into a car accident because she was having an anxiety attack because our song was playing on the car radio…your voice.. anyway…she's still in love with you.” seungkwan let out a deep breath he didnt know he was holding, he watches as seungcheol's eyes widen and dilate in shock, “im not trying to butt in your relationship with her or take her side but…just go easy on her. she's- just talk to her, give her some time, she'll open up to you again. you know what she's like when she wants to be stubborn. I'm going to get going, tell her bye for me.”

for the next 5 minutes, seungcheol stood by the door with his back slumped against the wall, replaying the words seungkwan had said to him. you still love him? you're still in love with him? how? but didn't you… didn't you tell him you don't anymore? if you still love him, why did you say that? he gently opened the door to your ward this time, making his way to you. he pulled the vacant chair closer to your bed before taking a seat, “cheol-ah, you don't have to stay here, i was just about to get some sleep anyway, im good on my own. I know you're busy-” “do you still love me?” the room turned so silent you swear you could hear if a pin were to drop on the floor. when you said nothing, he continued, “I have so many questions but i-i just need to know if you still love me... do you know how much I missed you?” tears you were so badly trying to hold back only cascaded down your cheeks, betraying you. both his hands come up to cup your delicate face inbetween his hands, both his thumbs working to wipe your tears away, “don't cry, pretty. you're breaking my heart.” his own voice cracks and his own tears starts showing themself around his brown orbs but you watch as he blinks them away. “tell me you love me." he whispered so quietly, your head now facing down, eyes closed as you start sobbing. “i can't cheol…if I tell you, if I tell you I love you I don't think I can let you go again.” the room fills itself with the sound of your sniffing and crying.

“you don't have to let me go, just tell me you love me and I won't let go of you, not again.” he placed a gentle kiss at the top of your head, bringing your face to his chest as he hugs you silently. “but cheol,” seungcheol doesn't think he can take it anymore if he hears you call him cheol one more time, he's growing putty and puttier in your presence. “yes, sweetheart?” he asked as he started stroking your hair. “im nobody and you're…you. we’re so different and we’re of two different worlds. you're doing so good in life and you're so handsome and im just…” his heart only breaks further at your words, “you're beautiful. you're the most beautiful person my eyes has ever laid on. you have always been beautiful to me and you still are. & we’re not that different, my love, even if we are, isn't that what we both love about us? so different yet so similar. you have qualities I lack and we compliment each other so well, no?” seungcheol pulled away slightly only to look into the eyes he had missed so much. “if there's somewhere or something im lacking at, tell me so I can be better for you.” he assured you again. “you're not lacking at anything at all cheol.” seungcheol notes how this is the loudest and clearest you've spoken since he's gotten here and he doesn't miss a beat when he says “you're not lacking either, you're doing so good my love. I wouldn't change anything about you, you know that? I love you just as you are, everything about you, I love you at your best and I love you just the same at your worst times. you just need to let me in when you have bad thoughts, let me love and reassure you hm? can you do that for me?” he asked as he patted at your head gently again. you had merely nodded lightly & said “im sorry cheol.” with more tears running down your cheeks before he spoke again, “it's not your fault, princess. I'm sorry I didn't notice it back then, it's my fault. I'm sorry.” a light peck of a chaste kiss placed on your cheek as you shook your head in disagreement, “it’s not your fault cheol.” cheol cheol cheol he couldn't take it anymore; bringing your face closer to his, he looks into your eyes again, asking for permission, at the small nod of your head, you fluttered your eyes close and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to yours gently, afraid of hurting you. his heart overwhelms in love for you, lips and tongue exploring each other in lost familiarity, oh how much you both missed each other.

“you still haven't answered me, princess.” another kiss to your forehead this time, “do you still love me?” his eyes searched yours again, looking for a hint of anything. you caught him by surprise when you pulled him in for another kiss, “I still love you. I love you, cheol, so much."

[daenysx]

omg just read all of your aemond fics and 😭😭😭 actual perfection !!!! thank you for sharing your writing!!

not sure if this is a type of request that would interest you but maybe modern!aemond finding out you somehow got injured? not a creative prompt but we love a protective/possibly overreacting aemond with some fluff hehe 💙

thank you so much for reading them, angel, i really hope you like this <333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

cw; stitches, reader cuts her hand and needs stitches but nothing graphic

it was a nice plan overall, really. you were sure everything would go alright, imagining the perfect outcome as you keep moving in kitchen.

well, until you had a work accident anyway.

"can i call my boyfriend real quick before you start?" you ask the doctor as you sit down, your injured hand feeling numb with all the adrenaline.

"of course." she answers. "we can start after."

you take your phone, press aemond's contact, and beg internally for him to be available. you don't think you can get your hand stitched without him honestly and the idea of him being in a meeting right now makes your stomach turn.

"hello?" he answers. "sweetheart?"

"hi." you say, your voice coming out weaker than you intend to. "is this a good time?"

"of course." he says. "what happened? something wrong?"

he's picking up the clues quickly, first of all why do you sound like that? and second why is he hearing some weird noises on the background?

"um- i'm at a hospital right now." you say, biting your bottom lip, telling him the name of the hospital after that. you need to lay out the details nice and slow, otherwise he'll drive like crazy to be here. "i was cooking dinner and i cut my hand."

"are you okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his voice. "what will they do?"

"the doctor's saying i need stitches." you explain. "i'm okay, i just- can you come here if there's nothing important you have over there?"

you hear some noises like a pushed chair and grabbed keys, aemond suddenly starts breathing quicker. "you are crazy if you think i'll work when you're literally getting stitches." he says. "i'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"aemond, please drive safe." you say, because it should normally take at least 15 minutes to get here from his office. you know he won't listen, he tends to be very irresponsible of himself every time you call him and tell him you need him.

"don't worry about me." he tries to reassure you and you hear him starting the car. "only ten minutes, okay, sweetheart? i'll be with you."

"okay." you say.

he keeps his promise really well, and only after ten and a half minutes you see him walking with huge steps towards you. not that you were counting down the seconds. the doctor is a lovely lady, she tries to keep your mind occupied as she cleans up your wound.

"it's a deep cut, but it's clean." she says. "i'll make sure you don't feel anything."

"thank you." you smile weakly. "oh, here he is."

aemond is by your side in a second, his eye quickly inspecting the situation. "are you okay? are you hurting?"

you shake your head. the doctor smiles. "i don't really feel anything right now." you say. "it was just a bit bad when i first came in."

"and the stitches?" he asks, looking at the doctor.

"she will need only a few of them." she answers. "don't worry, we'll make it quick and painless."

she starts doing her job, asks you politely to look elsewhere. aemond holds your other hand as you watch him, it's a bit weird knowing you're being stitched but not feeling it. the worry lines on aemond's face look ever most prominent.

"i'm fine." you give him an easy smile.

"how did it happen?" he asks, softly.

"i was planning on preparing a dinner table." you say. "we've been relied on take out lately, so i wanted to cook you something nice."

"baby." he says, his voice carries too many emotions.

"it's okay." you tell him. "it can happen to anyone, really. i won't even get upset if i have a scar. just another story to tell."

"it may leave a faint scar in time." the doctor says. "but nothing too big."

"that's good enough."

aemond clearly thinks that is not good enough but he won't tell this when you're getting your hand stitched. he only squeezes your fingers. he'll make sure you don't touch knives until you heal, that's all.

"and we're done." the doctor says. "let's wrap it up, and then you can go."

"thank you." you and aemond say at the same time. the wrapping doesn't take long, you're ready to leave the hospital in five minutes.

after the doctor telling aemond instructions about the bandages and the stitches, you walk to the exit. you're glad it's over for now, and your hand still doesn't hurt really. aemond waits by your side until you settle down on the passenger seat.

you expect him to close the door and sit down on his own seat but he doesn't. instead, he turns you to his side by holding your thighs gently and cups your cheeks. he gives you the warmest kiss on your forehead.

"i was terrified." he confesses, almost whispers.

"i'm sorry." you say. "it was an accident."

"i know, my love." he says, putting another kiss on the side of your head. "you don't have to say sorry, it's not like you did it on purpose."

"and now we need to order something again." you say, giving him a mocking pout. "i wanted to eat something homemade tonight."

he smiles at your dramatics. you're right of course, you've both been too busy with work lately and relied on ordering pizza or sushi, or something else. he thinks cooking together can be nice now that he left work early and you want something cooked in your own kitchen.

"i'll cook anything you want for us." he says. it's a good promise.

"you sound pretty confident." you laugh.

"you need to help me with the recipes, of course." he says, coolly. "anything with knife, i'll do it. you can only do harmless things if you want to participate."

you pull him to yourself to give him a kiss. he immediately surrenders, any teasing words he has in mind is gone with your lips on his.

you think he'll look really good wearing an apron.

[bakugosatoru]

Just gotta say that the comfort headcanons you did were SO SWEET OMG!!! I'd love to request a romantic fluff scenario with Eijiro Kirishima if you're up to it! Maybe he and y/n are having a picnic date at a park or, going off the scenario you did for Bakugo, he & y/n are going to adopt a puppy 👀

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you as well for being my first request, I love the idea of Kirishima and y/n adopting a puppy! I really hope you enjoy it! (Also worked to keep the reader gender neutral so everyone can enjoy!)

Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Short Fanfic (1k Words) Fandom: My Hero Academia

"Crimson?" Kirishima mumbled as you both strolled up to the entrance of the shelter.

"What was that babe?" You ask.

"Oh I was just thinking what we could name the pup." He smiled at you, that gorgeous beaming smile you adored so much, as he opened the door to the shelter for you.

"After you my dear" He bowed dramatically as you giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him through the door after you.

You were quickly greeted by a lovely older woman who introduced herself as one of the owners of the shelter. She began to lead you both down a row of cages, holding various dogs and cats. Eijiro gripped your hand tightly as he beamed, watching you listen to the lady intently, as she explained all the info about the various dogs. Age, breed, temperament, things like that.

But Eijiro wasn't really listening, all he could do was focus on you, and just how beautiful you looked when you were excited.

You dropped your boyfriends hand momentarily (much to his disappointment) to reach out through the door of one of the enclosures and gently allow one of the dogs to sniff your hand, and petting it gently on the head before moving on to the next one.

As you continued to walk, you reached back to grab Eijiros hand once again but couldn't find it. Turning around you see your boyfriend reading one of the signs next to an enclosure intently.

"That's our oldest resident" The owner of the shelter smiles as she notices which pen Kirishima stopped in front of.

"Been in here for 3 years now" She added as you both walked back to join your boyfriend next to the enclosure. At first you thought the enclosure was empty, until you saw him, sitting, curled up on the tiny dog bed in the corner.

A frail and scared chihuahua.

You started to read the blurb on the side of the enclosure that your boyfriend was so engrossed in. It told the story of this little creature, who had been hit by a car a few years ago and surrendered to the shelter when the owners didn't care to pay the vet bills. You could feel your heart shatter in your chest as you looked at the tiny creature in front of you.

"Can we go say hi to it?" Eijiro asked the shelter employee, his voice softer than usual, as if he didn't want to stress out the poor pup anymore than it already was.

"Of course" She smiled, walking forward to open the door to the enclosure. "Not many folks are interested in our little Scarlet, most people dont come to shelters for older dogs so the poor thing gets overlooked" She spoke sadly as she allowed you both to enter the enclosure. "I'll give you a bit of time to get to know her, just come get me if you need anything" She smiled before walking back down the hall to the office.

Eijiro stepped foward slowly, before crouching down to sit himself on the floor next to the tiny pup.

"Hi Scarlet" Kirishima whispered gently as he reached his hand out, allowing the skittish dog to sniff, before ever so gently beginning to pat the dog on its small head.

"I thought you told me in the car you wanted a 'big, manly dog" You teased as you crouched down next to your boyfriend and the tiny dog, joining them both on the floor.

Kirishima gently scooped Scarlet up and held her tiny body ever so gently in his arms against his muscular frame.

"I don't know, I think surviving a car accident and being all alone for 3 years, and still allowing a stranger to pet you is pretty damn manly if you ask me" He smiled down at the tiny dog, his eyes full of nothing by love and admiration.

God you love this man, no other man could be so strong, so kind and yet so gentle all at the same time, towards every living creature.

"Plus, with a name like Scarlet, I suppose its just meant to be" You smiled, snuggling up next to your boyfriend and reaching out to slowly stroke the small dog in his arms. The dog seemed visibly more calm than when you had first seen him and you felt yourself fall in love with the poor creature every second you spent with it.

"I think this is the one honey" He murmured to you, not taking his eyes off the pup.

"Yea, me too" You smile.

So just like that, you signed the paperwork and walked out of the shelter. You had expected to be leaving with a large Terrier or Retriever or maybe even German Sheppard in tow, but instead you cradled a sleeping Chihuahua in your arms as you headed home, your family having grown by one tiny creature.

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Bonus

You knocked on your boyfriends office door softly.

"Come on in love" You heard his chair wheel away from his desk as he called out to you happily.

"I'm not interrupting am I?" You asked as you walked into the office, stacked high with Crimson Riot memorabilia and workout equipment. In your arms you cradled Scarlet, you knew how much Kiri loved to see her when he was working.

"Interrupting? My favorite person in the world, bringing me my favorite animal in the world could never be interrupting" He smiled as he planted a kiss on Scarlets fluffy forehead, before pulling you into his lap and kissing you softly.

"Now what could I help you with baby?" He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as he held tightly to your waist.

"Just wanted to show you something" You giggled as you pulled up an article you had just seen on a hero gossip magazine.

"Look at this" You clicked on an article, a large photo of Kirishima out walking Scarlet that must have been taken by paparazzi recently splashed across the screen with the headline:

'Red Riot bring home Tiny New Sidekick'

Authors note: This is my first time ever writing for a request but I had so much fun writing it and I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it anon!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hiiiii cal!!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying writing this way because I love getting to read these snippets - it’s like a bunch of mini cliffhangers that prompt my imagination to go wild and it’s so much fun!! I’ll be sending emojis for as long as you’re wanting them!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(they’re getting a house! And about to get married!!! And i might be misremembering but i don’t think you’ve done a detailed buddie wedding in any of your fics yet? I’m very excited to see how you do it!!)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(the shenanigans and tomfoolery of being bad at hiding a secret relationship… it amuses me so!)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸(as i’ve said many times before, my love for this fic goes beyond words!! And you’re venturing into truly riveting territory here i’m so pumped!!)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮(my heart breaks for babby - my typo for baby bobby and i’m keeping it - my dear sweet babby)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(i can already feel this one becoming my new obsession! Idk why i thought it was going to be something shorter when you first started posting about it but i was thrilled to see that anticipated chapter count on ao3!)

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(islands in the stream has been stuck in my head all day and i blame you! I’m so looking forward to the madney sweetness!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼(oh my god cal the angst! It’s angsting!)

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐(huge fan of mays crush being named april - it makes me giggle every time)

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(cranberry my baby! And the covidness of it all is so vivid - i’m loving the buck-chris dynamic!)

I never count the amount of emojis i type as i go so i’m always a bit shocked at how many sentences i’ve requested of you when you post the reply 😬 thank you so much for putting up with my crazy requests it brings me such joy!

I hope you have a lovely weekend and week!!

SO AS I WAS FILLING THIS OUT MY FUCKING LAPTOP CRASHED. WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE IT HAS TAKEN ME HOURS AND HOURS ACROSS TWO DAYS. FUCK. Let's see if I can find the sentences I wrote again.

For TWATYTK and Zombies, those parts have already been posted, because as I said, this was taking so long. GAH!

I had a whole message typed out about how much I appreciate you. You are so kind! IT'S LOST TO TIME NOW.

I think this was what I had for ⚡️:

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Their next call is to the scene of a fire. 

This should not be especially eventful, considering that they are firefighters and all. And, for the drive there, it isn’t. The transit process? Just fine. 

It’s the rest that sends Buck into a tailspin. 

He spends the ride seated next to Eddie, thighs touching. They’re back being partnered together. Sadie earned her shield a couple months back, and has been working as Ravi’s partner since. Buck is pretty proud of her - and himself, for training her. He liked working with her a lot. But he’s happy to be back where he belongs, in terms of workplace duos. 

Buck and Eddie - okay, mostly Buck - talk everyone’s ear off about the house for the time it takes them to get to the fire. They should possibly be a little less giddy headed towards an actual three alarm fire, but at that point, Buck thinks his mood simply can’t be shaken. How naive. 

It is perhaps due to this focus on the house, which is nowhere near the direction they’re headed in to get to this fire, that Buck doesn’t realize what is in the direction of the fire. In his defense, neither does anyone else! Not even Eddie! Even Bobby, who knows better where they’re going, doesn’t put the pieces together. 

Maybe it’s because they spend so much time driving around the city. Here and there. Fires and car accidents and medical emergencies everywhere. Everywhere looks familiar! They could all be city tour guides. It’s not like driving through a city where you only know a few places, so the places you know feel like beacons.

Or Buck is just making excuses for his lack of attention. Either way. 

Really, it’s not until they turn onto the street that Buck notices. Though, it’s a long road, and they’re still a few miles out. 

“This is weird,” Buck says. 

“What is?” Sadie asks. She’s sitting across from him. Noticing his sudden onslaught of nerves. 

“We’re on the same street as the wedding venue.”’

That makes Eddie look. He’d been typing a rather long message to his mother and not paying much attention to where they’re going. At Buck’s words, his attention snaps to the window.

“Shit, you’re right.” 

Well, obviously Buck knows he’s right. 

“Bobby,” he asks. “What’s the address of where we’re going?”

“Uh, it is…” Bobby reads. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Buck repeats. He grabs Eddie’s arm. “Oh? Oh, what?”

“Okay, well first let’s remember we don’t know how bad it is yet,” Bobby says, maintaining a steady facade. 

“Bobby, it’s a three-alarm fire!” Buck exclaims, voice raising an octave.

“And the wedding is in days,” Eddie adds, voice wavering with stress. “There’s no time to do any repairs, even if it’s not totally ruined.”

Days. Days. What the fuck are they going to do?

“Okay, let’s not jump to any conclusions. Technically, the address is for the building next door,” Bobby explains. “Everything might be fine.”

Everything is not fine. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

Two minutes after his painstaking revelation, Buck finds himself standing next to his fiancé on the street in front of their wedding venues, watching it plume with smoke. The wind blew the flames from the building next to it, and the roof caught. It won’t fare as badly as the other building, but it certainly won’t be available for their wedding. 

They are getting married.

In three days. 

Their wedding is in three days. 

Their wedding is in three days and has no venue. 

Because their venue is burning right in front of him. 

Their venue was also their caterer, so add that to the fucking fire. 

“Buck! Eddie!” Bobby calls. “Work first, react later!”

Easy for him to say! It’s not his wedding venue! 

“Come on.” Eddie tugs on his turnouts. “We’ve got to go.”

Buck feels like he’s been possessed by a heap of barbed wire. 

He turns his head to Eddie. His eyes are bugged out so wide they might pop from his head. An absurd but sticky thought pops into his head. 

“You jinxed us,” Buck accuses. 

“Buck!” Eddie complains.

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“Okay, that makes sense. Was it his family?”

Buck nods. “They were religious. Conservative. Southern.”

“I can relate,” Eddie tells him. 

“Eventually, I just wanted to be able to relax, though,” Buck says. “I made him promise we’d do it at the end of the tour. Not to his family. Just, to friends… And in public.”

Eddie’s expression softens as he realizes.

“And then he died.”

“Yeah.” 

And then he died. 

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie exhales.

Buck shakes his head. His eyes start to sting. 

“It’s stupid, Eddie. I know there’s no logic behind it. It just feels like once something is out loud, it can be taken away.”

Eddie nods, understanding the thought process. 

“We both know I can’t promise you I won’t spontaneously die,” he says. “Especially in a global pandemic.”

“I know,” Buck nods. 

“But, uh…” Eddie sighs. “It’s like you said when I was worried about Chris, right? I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

“Prove it to me?” Buck asks.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “I’ll just prove that we get to have a life together. Even if we’re both a little bit scared of dying.”

“I’m scared of you dying,” Buck reminds him. 

“Okay, well we’re at an equal risk, so… Not the point, actually. Buck, the point is, I’ll show you every day, alright?” Eddie promises. “We get to have this.”

Buck takes a deep breath. He leans forward in bed and grabs Eddie’s hand. 

“I don’t know if I’d believe anyone else,” he says quietly. 

Eddie shuffles up the mattress, closer to Buck.

“Believe me,” he says. 

“Okay,” Buck relents. “But only because you’re very pretty.”

Eddie smirks. “It’s a gift.”

“Mmm, or a trick.”

Eddie chuckles and kisses his temple, right beside the birthmark. 

“I love you,” he says. “That’s not going anywhere, okay?”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. 

He decides to try his best to believe him. 

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And the 90 sentences I wrote for this damn 🩸:

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But it does show Buck what she’s up to. 

It kind of makes him mad, actually. Eddie has gone to such intense, devastating lengths to hide himself. Meanwhile, his attacker has been out here, just living life. Posting about walks through the park and her latest baking experiment. How is that fucking fair? 

It’s not. 

It’s not fair. 

And while Buck knows what he has to do isn’t fair either - isn’t right or human or good - he tries to keep that in mind. 

She ruined Eddie’s life. Twice. She didn’t have to do that. Now, what choice does Buck have? 

February 10th, 2025

Eddie does something on Monday that he perhaps should not do. Something the tiniest bit risky. After his call with Adriana, he’s feeling that a bit of risk taking to get his life back where it needs to be is necessary. And anyway, he’s not doing anything illegal. Not doing anything wrong. Nothing he can be arrested for. 

He’s picking his son up from school. 

Chris pauses, exiting Durand School to see Eddie in the driver’s seat of the truck. His eyes widened with nerves for a moment. Eddie felt a rush of guilt. He doesn’t want to make Chris worry. Doesn’t want to cause any undue stress. He just wants to feel like a normal dad again, picking his kid up from school. 

But then Chris breaks out into a wide grin, and Eddie feels his whole body relax. 

“You came!” Chris exclaims, surprised, when he reaches the vehicle. 

Eddie climbs out to help him into the front seat. Not that Chris needs a lot of help anymore. Mostly just someone to hold his crutches and bag. 

“I did,” Eddie confirms. He tries to keep his voice even. 

“You’re not worried?” 

“No,” Eddie says. “Well, maybe a little. But I’m not doing anything I’m not allowed to do.”

Chris thinks about this. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me too,” Eddie decides. “Do you want to grab ice cream or something on the way home?”

Chris narrows his eyes. “I’m not a little kid, remember?”

“Jeez, I didn’t know ice cream had an age limit,” Eddie frowns. “Buck will be devastated to hear this. You know how seriously he takes his Neapolitan.”

Chris smirks. “Fine. Okay. I want ice cream.”

Eddie grins. “Thought so.”

Fifteen minutes later, they’re sitting on a little patio, under the shade of an umbrella. Eddie is in the darkest seat, also covered by sunglasses and a hat. Chris sits in the sunshine, spooning strawberry ice cream from a little paper bowl. 

“So, I wanted to run an idea by you,” Eddie says. 

“Me?” Chris asks. 

“Yeah, you. Who else?”

“I don’t know,” Chris shrugs. “What is it?”

“Well, I think I need to get a job,” Eddie says. 

“But you can’t be a firefighter,” Chris fills in.

“No,” Eddie says. “I don’t think I can.”

“So, then what?” 

“Well, May suggested I look into telehealth services. Like a hotline for medical advice or something,” Eddie says. 

Chris nods. “You’d be good at that.”

“Thank you,” Eddie replies. “But, uh, I did a little research and I think I found something different that suits me even better.”

“What is it?”

“Well, there’s this nonprofit that operates out of Los Angeles looking for people with medical experience. Nurses. Doctors. Paramedics.” 

“Like a charity?” Chris asks. 

“Yeah, but I’d get paid,” Eddie says. “It’s a job. Bringing emergency medical care to people who maybe don’t feel safe to call for help.” 

“Like… You?” Chris whispers the last part. 

“Yeah, but not just like me,” Eddie explains. “All kinds of people. People facing deportation. Homeless people. People who can’t afford an ambulance ride. Stuff like that.”

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This is easier to count again haha 🔮:

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Buck wakes up with his cheek pressed into the bannister support poles of Bobby’s apartment stairwell. He can feel their imprint as he woozily pulls his upper body upright. His head is pounding and he feels vaguely nauseous. Almost like he’s been drugged. Though, the comedown when they’d been spiked with LSD had been far more gradual than the sudden, brutal snap back to reality that had been whatever that was. 

Not a coma, he realizes. If he’s sitting in the stairwell to Bobby’s apartment, not a hospital room, then it wasn’t a coma dream. Kind of an insane regular dream, though? And why had he passed out in the first place?

Acutely aware he won’t find any answers here, parked on his ass, Buck pulls himself to his feet. Slowly, and gripping the bannister for support, just in case, he straightens out his body. His legs give a little wobble. 

What the fuck happened to him?

Partway down the stairs, Buck looks up and down. Should he go out to the Jeep and risk driving home? Feeling like this? He supposes he could call Eddie. Eddie would come for him, no questions asked. He knows he could ask Bobby for help, too. No matter what just happened between them. But his brain is battling two contradictory memories; the fight he had with Bobby in the kitchen and the memory he somehow intruded on of Bobby at his father’s funeral. If that was even real. The easy thing to do would be to go downstairs and call Eddie, not deal with any of it. Hold onto the only thing he knows really happened. 

With a sigh, Buck turns and climbs the stairs. Up towards Bobby’s. 

The moment his foot hits the landing on Bobby’s floor, Buck sees the breathless, similarly disoriented face of his captain jogging down the hallway. He looks pale. Hair a little mussed. Half his face is red, like it’s been pressed against something, too. 

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A bunch for this guy here 🧟:

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“May is awake and lucid,” she says. “She’s asking for you.”

Athena grabs one of Hen’s hands and squeezes it. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

Then she hurries off in the direction of her daughter’s sickroom. 

Hen doesn’t go after her. She waits, lingering, to speak with Bobby. 

“Did you find Michael?” She asks. 

Bobby shakes his head slightly. 

“It looks like he was infected in the initial outbreak or sometime soon after.”

Hen’s shoulder sag. “Damn it. Poor Athena. Poor kids.” 

Bobby nods. He doesn’t know what else to say. Yes. It’s horrendous. Everything is always so horrendous and everyone’s families are always dying. 

“We should ask her to stay,” Hen says quietly. “She’s a friend. We trust her. The kids will be good for Denny.”

Bobby knows they have enough food to stretch to more than just the three of them. Plus, more hands means more potential to harvest more. Fish more. Preserve more. 

“It’s not just my decision,” Bobby says. “We’ll have to discuss it as a group.”

“No, but it’ll go whatever way you want it to go,” Hen says. “You know that.”

He does. 

“I think it’s a good idea, Hen. But I want everyone’s input.” 

“Like you did with the radio?” She asks.

Bobby raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Buck told you?”

“Oh, yes.” She says. “Wanted to get ahead of it, I guess.”

“Do you think I did the wrong thing?” Bobby asks. 

Hen might be the only person he’s willing to ask this of. The only person whose answer he really wants to know. 

“No,” she says. “I don’t think you did the wrong thing. But I’m worried about him anyway.”

“Me too, Hen.” Bobby admits.

He’s always worried about Buck. All the time. Every minute. Even when Buck hasn’t done anything deserving of Buck’s worry. 

One day, Buck is going to finally let himself realize they’re all dead. Maddie. Abby. Every person he knew and loved before this. He’ll realize they’re all gone. And Bobby worries, every moment, that it will destroy him. He worries he won’t find a reason to keep pushing forward.

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A few here 👑:

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Chim finally gets a chance to talk to Hen about it, privately, somewhere around four in the morning. They’re in the ambulance, driving back from yet another party gone wrong that resulted in a hospital transport. At least this time no one puked. Just a badly broken ankle from a drunken trampoline adventure. 

“So you forgot to get her number,” Hen says. “Can’t you go back?”

“Stroll up to a gated mansion tomorrow and say, ‘hi, I’m the guy who kissed your daughter while you were trying to set her up with rich hedge fund types?’ I don’t think so, Hen.”

“She’s probably trying to find your information, too,” Hen tries. 

“I hope,” Chim grumbles. 

“And, hey, you’re very findable on social media,” Hen adds. “She won’t have trouble.”

“Should I message her brother?” Chim asks. “Is that crazy? He was nice!”

“Mmm, maybe wait until you’ve slept for all forms of communication,” Hen advises. “She knows you’re at work, anyway. She won’t be expecting to hear from you.”

“Right. Right. You’re so smart. Why are you so smart?”

“I had a nap in the bunk room while you were at the party.”

Damn. Yeah. A nap would make him sharper. 

“So, it’s just a waiting game for now,” Chim sighs. This is not helping with the resounding feeling that he may, in fact, be a complete fool.

“I think so,” Hen agrees. “Sorry, Chim.”

👑👑👑

By some stroke of fate, he’s not waiting very long. 

When they park the ambulance in the engine bay and climb out, sore and tired, Chim is met with the sound of a strangely familiar voice. One he thinks he may just be hallucinating. 

“You’re the captain? That’s so cool!” He hears. “That means you’ve been doing this forever, right? You know a lot about it?”

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OKAY BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING! THAT IS WHERE MY LAPTOP ABANDONED ME.

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She accepts the cards she’s been dealt, just like last time. After all, didn’t she shuffle the deck?

She sees her son as much as she can. She goes back to her office admin job as soon as she’s able. She misses Eddie’s shield ceremony. His request. She avoids his parents while they’re in town altogether. Her choice. 

Other than coworkers, she really has no adults to see. Compounded with that, she and Eddie have made the decision not to tell family - even Christopher - until her second trimester. So Shannon finds herself existing in this strange vacuum of silence. Again, one of her own making. But difficult to navigate nonetheless. 

That changes about seven weeks after her accident. Completely unintentionally, she might add. 

None of it was ever a plan in her head. 

She’s been seeing a physical therapist for her shoulder. Her ankle has healed on an intended timeline, not causing her much additional trouble. Her shoulder, on the other hand, has been a source of difficulty. Perhaps with everything else changing in her body, it can’t quite figure itself out. It wouldn’t be the only thing. 

She’s thirteen weeks along now. Almost at that second trimester mark. Almost at the point where not only will they be able to tell people, but they’ll have to. Namely their son. She’s not really showing per say, but she certainly feels bigger and tighter. Her chest is another matter entirely. 

So, to paint the picture, there she is; thirteen weeks pregnant with a man whose trust she shattered, shoulder hardly functional, sitting in the waiting room of her physical therapist in loose sweats and her baggiest tee shirt because nothing fits her boobs properly anymore, and who walks in? Or hobbles in, rather? Her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s best friend. 

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33 for 💐 (YEAH THANKS I THOUGHT APRIL WAS FUNNY):

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She orders a wine spritzer. April orders a cider. They sit in a corner booth and for a good few minutes, it’s awkward as hell. Neither of them really seems to know where to start. Which makes sense, because they didn’t exactly have any solid communication foundations to begin with. May is reminded, strangely, of the time Sue left her and Claudette to sort out their issues in the quiet room, right before the fire at Dispatch. Not that she thinks this will end the same way, obviously. 

“Listen,” May starts after the server brings them their drinks. “I’m sorry if I misunderstood things. I really got the sense you didn’t like me.”

April frowns. “I’m not sure how, honestly. I was trying pretty hard to get to know you.” 

“I think I definitely, uh, read things wrong,” May admits. “I’m definitely… Confused about things. But, come on, April. You have to admit, you were acting super competitive with me in class.”

Her brows furrow, hazel eyes giving the impression she’s sifting through memories. 

“Was I that bad?” She asks. 

“Yes,” May insists. “You disagree with everything I say. You compete over grades. When you did better than me on the criminology midterm exam, you literally said April always comes before May.” 

April’s cheeks redden. 

“Oh my god,” she mumbles.

“You did say it!” May reiterates. 

“No, I know,” April says. “I’m sorry, I just… God, it’s stupid. You thought I was serious?”

“Well, yeah?” 

April takes a long sip of her cider.

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45 for darling Cranberry! 🦮:

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Cranberry brings Chris the ball, pressing it eagerly into his hand. 

“Ew, so much slobber,” Chris complains, wiping his hand on his pants. Luckily, laundry day is tomorrow. 

“Well, you’re the one who keeps throwing it for her,” Buck says. He’s just been snapping photos to send to Eddie. 

“Gross, Cran,” Chris chides, and throws the ball again, a little absentmindedly. This time, the ball goes high. Higher than Buck would have liked. And at an awkward angle.

Cranberry twists her body as she jumps, catching the ball midair. When she comes back down, she fumbles, front left paw hitting the ground hard and buckling under her. She yelps and stumbles forward. 

“Cranberry!” Chris shrieks. 

Buck lurches forward to where they’re playing, straining his leg. 

Cranberry stands and stumbles a little again. She lifts her injured paw, favoring it. Tail tucked between her leg, she limps towards Buck, seeking comfort.

Buck lowers himself down as quickly as he can manage to examine her. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks. 

“Did she break her leg?” Christopher asks, bottom lip trembling.

Buck lifts Cranberry’s injured leg. It doesn’t look broken. He flexes it. Her elbow and shoulder move without resistance, but she fights him when he tries to straighten her wrist. It can move, it just hurts her. 

“Is she okay?” Chris asks again. 

Buck feels a pang of annoyance. 

“This is why I asked you not to throw it too high,” he grits out. 

Tears spill out from the boy’s eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry, Buck.” He blubbers. “I didn’t mean to hurt her!”

Buck clenches his jaw. He feels unreasonably angry and panicked. If Christopher had just listened this wouldn’t have happened. 

“I know it was an accident,” Buck manages. 

“I’m sorry, Cranberry,” Chris cries. He takes his glasses off to wipe his eyes. 

“I think it’s just twisted,” Buck says. “I’m going to bring her inside and call the vet to see if she needs to get checked out. Okay?”

[littlespacereader]

So I’m only on episode 2 of season 1 of Good Omens but I’m already OBSESSED! So here’s a little fic I whipped up. Disclaimer: I don’t know if this is at all accurate to anything the characters would or wouldn’t do so please keep that in mind when reading. I promise once I’m further along in the show I’ll write a proper fic and open the fandom up for writing prompt request. Anyway please enjoy! 💞

Waking Up In A Bookshop

Caregiver!Aziraphale, Caregiver!Crowley & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tw- car accident causes reader to get hurt. It’s minor but I wanted to put it out there just in case!

Tags- Reader gets hurt! (nothing violent, they just pass out), hurt and comfort, accident, diapers, pacifier, stuffie snake, Crowley and Aziraphale become cgs.

Nicknames- kid, kiddo, little one, darling, sweetheart, sweet one, Papa (for Crowley), Dada (for Aziraphale)

Of course I was late! And this would be the second time this week! I rushed down the sidewalk, weaving through the crowds to make it to my job.

I wasn’t my fault! It seemed as though London was working against me. The bus was always late and the walk from the bus stop to the coffee shop is about a 15 minute walk.

But today it seems the universe was out to get me. Even with the bus always being late I still missed it. So I had to take the later bus. Once I got off I knew I had to RUSH.

So here I was…running. The streets of London were packed as always. I tried to maneuver my way through the many people so I could make my job on time for a change. I decided to take a path down a different road which resulted in me waiting at a corner to cross the street.

I anxiously waited for the light to give the pedestrians the right away to cross the street. But it was taking FOREVER! I looked across the street and noticed there were no cars coming. So I decided to go for it and take my chances. I should realize that I shouldn’t gamble with fate like that.

A black car rounds the corner at a record speed. I was half way across the street when it happened. Without any time to react my backpack clips the car, causing me to spin and fly backward onto the payment below.

I hit my head hard against the road. For a moments everything went blurry as my brain and body tried to process what had happened. I stare up at the sky laying on my back in the middle of the road.

Tears start to fall from my eyes as my regression takes hold of me. I hear the car come to a screeching stop and two people get out of the car.

“I told you not to take turns that fast! Look what happened!” One yelled.

“They came out of no where! How is this my fault?! They were jaywalking!” The other argued.

One of them ran over and kneeled next to me on the street. “I’m so terribly sorry! Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?” I couldn’t even move, my head pounded and my vision was too blurry to even make the man out. I just cried and tried to lift my arm up to him.

“Angel don’t be ridiculous they’re fine-.” The other man stopped mid-sentence when he came over and saw me.

“Tell me, what’s your name sweetheart?” The less harsh one asked as he took my hand in his.

“…Y/N…” I tried to say, but I’m not even sure if it came out that way or not. My head and my body couldn’t take the pain. My eyes started to close and I started to slip into unconsciousness.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stay with us darling, don’t close your eyes.” The first man said with a voice layered in worrying. But it hard trying to stay awake. I kept fading in and out.

The second man kneeled beside me. I felt my head being lifted up. “No blood, cuts or bump yet but they might have a concussion or worst.” My head was gently placed back down.

“We have to take them to the bookshop.” The first guy replied.

“What?! Are you crazy? Why would we need to worry ourselves with that? Listen, why don’t we drop them off at the hospital and be on our way.”

“Crowley!!”

“Okay! Okay! Fine! We’ll take the kid home.”

I felt myself being lifted up from the street and into someone’s arms. I whined without even realizing it because I heard the second man…Crowley I think…start to say, “Hey, it’s okay. Easy does it kiddo. I’ve got you.”

I rested my head against him as he carried me over to the very thing that put me into this position, the fancy black car. Crowley gently laid me in the back seat.

He shrugged his jacket off and laid it on me like a blanket on before he sat in the drivers seat and his partner jumped in the front seat.

My eyes opened a little bit to make out the two. One of them had red hair and wore all black and the other had white hair and wore tan. Both of them looked at me worried.

The man with the white hair smiled and caressed my face. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you I promise. Just stay with us okay, I want to see those beautiful eyes.”

I tried to nod but the slightest movement hurt. But he seemed to notice me trying. He smiled back with a warm comforting smile.

As the engine started with a roar and we started to raced down the streets of London, my new found headache returned to me. I watched as my imagine of the two men started to fade more and more into the darkness.

“Y/N? Y/N stay with us…Crowley this is the only time I’m going to say this but, speed up!”

“I’m going as fast as I can. Come on kiddo just a little longer, stay with us.”

“Y/N?” ………..

“Y/N!”………………………..

Then darkness took me as I slipped into unconsciousness.

~~~

The front door the the bookshop swung open. Crowley carried the unconscious Little through the door with a frantic Aziraphale walking behind holding their backpack.

“Hurry upstairs. I want to put ice on their head right away.” Aziraphale ushered.

“Angel they’re not dying, they’re just hurt.” Crowley tried to say, more for himself than to Aziraphale. Not that he would admit it.

“Regardless I want to get them in our bed and rested.”

“Our bed?!” Crowley whined.

“You hit them with the Bentley!!” Aziraphale reminded him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Right….” Crowley sighed at the reminder of his guilt.

The two quickly went upstairs with the Little. Aziraphale dashed into the kitchen, dropping their backpack on the table while rushing around to grab the first aid kit and some ice packs.

Crowley brought the Little into their bed room and gently laid them down on the bed. But that’s when he noticed something.

“Angel…come here for a moment.” He softly called for the angel.

“What ever is the matter Crowley?” He asked walking into the room, arms full of ice packs and bandages.

But just as Crowley froze, Aziraphale froze as well. But for Aziraphale it was just for a moment. He immediately got to work. “It seems as though the little one had a small accident. Nothing we can’t take care of.”

“They had an accident,” Crowley repeated, “You know that means they’re on the younger side of things.”

“To begin with, you hit them with the car so I can imagine the trauma of it all threw them into their headspace, which happens to be younger.” Aziraphale started to say.

“Will you stop reminding me!” Crowley yelled only for Aziraphale to shush him.

“And secondly the accident is easy to take care of see,” With the snap of his fingers Y/N’s pants became magically dry thanks to a small miracle. “There, it’s as if it hasn’t happened.”

Crowley was next to snap his figures, this time twice making two miracles. Aziraphale looked over at Crowley who looked at the Little, still laced with guilt.

“I just gave them a diaper…you know, just incase. Plus a gift from me after hurting them.” Under Y/N’s arm was now a stuffed animal snake tucked in securely.

Aziraphale smiled at Crowley’s generosity. “I’m sure they’ll love it. Now, let’s let them rest a bit while you help me with the bandaged and ice packs.”

The two spent the rest of the morning tending for the Little. Making sure that when they woke up they would be alright and safe in their apartment above the bookshop.

Aziraphale sat on one side and Crowley sat on the other side of the bed, both looking at the unconscious Little who was now all bandaged and ice up.

“Perhaps we should look for their wallet.”

“Angel is this really the best time to be robbing them?”

“Crowley! We’re not robbing them! I just thought we better check if they have a Caregiver. They better notify them of what’s happened.”

“Oh. Right.” Crowley nodded.

The two went off to the kitchen leaving the Little while they spelt. Over on the table sat their backpack. While Aziraphale would’ve had a softer, more gentle approach to finding the wallet inside the backpack, Crowley just picked and dumped all the contents onto the table.

Aziraphale sighed and started to sort through everything. He grabbed their wallet and then their Little emergency card.

“Ah! Well you were right, they’re definitely younger headspace wise. And it says oh….” Aziraphale stopped, his face turning sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“They don’t have a Caregiver. There’s nothing but info about them. No caregiver listed.”

Crowley took the card and looked it over. “How could they not have a Caregiver? They’re too young to be without one. What if something happened?”

Aziraphale raised an eye brown, “Something did happen.” He sighed and started to think. But in that moment something struck him. “Wait.” He looked back up at Crowley. “What if this is all meant to be?”

“What do you mean?” Crowley lifted his head up to look at the Angel.

“Y/N! Maybe they were meant to get hit by the Bentley! Tell me, how long have you and I been searching for a Little of our own?”

“Oh well…let’s see…”

“It’s been years! But we never had the time to actually sit down and find the right one. Well…” he gestured towards the bedroom. “We found them!”

“Angel…you can’t be serious.” Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Who knows? Maybe this is all a part of the grand plan of things?”

“So I was supposed to hit them with the Bentley as sort of this grand plan by the higher ups to give us a Little…I’m understanding this right?” Crowley put his hands on his hips. Looking at Aziraphale all sassy like.

“I mean naturally we’d have to ask them but I’m sure that they’re our Little. Look, all I known is I don’t care about anyone as much as I do you. But they bring out a new sort of feeling in me. I’m worried for someone other than you. I’ve just wanted to care for them ever since the moment we first saw them. So it must be true! I mean don’t tell you haven’t felt the slightest bit nurturing with them? Making sure they’re comfortable, putting an ice pack on their head?” Aziraphale looked at Crowley, already knowing the answer to his question.

“I might have,” Crowley said as nonchalantly as he could. He took a seat at the table. “I just…I just don’t want to get my hopes up incase it’s doesn’t work out.” It was an honest and sincere response. He never took rejection well.

“I’m going to grab a book then sit and keep an eye on the little one. Could you put the kettle on for us?” Aziraphale asked and Crowley nodded. With that Aziraphale disappeared downstairs to the bookstore.

Crowley paused and watched his partner go. With a sigh he walked over and put the kettle on for the two of them.

After he planted himself back at the table, looking through all Y/N’s belongings noisily. He picked up a plain pacifier and even plainer diaper. Oh no, if they were his Little, he would have to get them some supplies with the cutest designs and colors. He smiled to himself, he would spoil his Little rotten.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the kettle going of behind him. He jumped out of his seat and went off to make Aziraphale his cup of tea.

Aziraphale returned, book in hand. He knew just what he was looking for, “How to Care for A Young Little, A Caregiver’s Guide.” He might as well start to get familiar…it never hurt. Taking his tea cup from Crowley, he made his way to the bedroom to watch over the little one while they rested.

~~~

The first thing I realize was I was no longer on the street. Memories came back in bits and pieces but what came through the most was the pain. Oh right, I was hit by a car.

I whined and squeezed my eyes closed. Just as I gave away I was awake a soft voice spoke to me and took my hand in theirs. “Easy there sweet one, you’ve had quite a troubling day. Open your eyes at your own speed, don’t force yourself.”

Taking his advice I slowly started to open my eyes. Slowly I started to see the person with the sweet and comforting voice. His face started out looking blurry at first but eventually I could see him clearly.

“There you are darling. How are you feeling?” The man with white hair ask me. He rubbed small circles on my hand to comfort me.

Before I answered back I took in myself and where I was. I was in a very comfortable bed wrapped in the softest blankets. I could feel a bandage on my head and a bandaid on my hands. The room was cozy and warm, smelling like old books and tea.

He looked at me with a small smiled filled with concerned. “Hurts.” I told him, squeezing his hands in mine. My little side couldn’t articulate all these big thoughts properly.

“Aww, I’m sure it does hurt. But the ice pack should start to help the pain go away. You’re okay darling. Just a little bump on the head but nothing serious. You’re very brave.” He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Brave?”

“Oh yes very brave.” He smiled back.

“What’s…what’s your name?” I asked the sweet man.

“My name is Aziraphale and my partner with the red hair is Crowley.”

“Az…Azraph…”

“I know it’s a bit of a mouth full.” He laughed.

“Aziraphale.” I said more confidently.

“That’s it! Wonderful darling!” He praised.

And for the first time that day I smiled. Aziraphale was treating me so kind for someone who hit me with their car. Wait…wasn’t there someone else? Aziraphale wasn’t the drive…Crowley….he was the driver…

Like clockwork the other person knocked at the door. Aziraphale turned towards it, “You can come in Crowley. They’re awake.”

Soon the door opened and in came the second guy. Now I remember him! He was driving the car and he had the really red hair. He looked guilty as he took me in.

“Hey kiddo. How you feeling?”

“Head hurts.” I lifted my hand to feel my bandages but Aziraphale stopped me.

“No, no darling. Keep them on. They’re to keep the ice pack on your head.”

I sighed and put my hand back down in my lap. That’s when I noticed the new stuffed animal. “A snake!” I lifted it up and admired it.

“Yes, I thought you might like a gift for everything you’ve been through.” Crowley took a seat on the other side of the bed.

“I love it! The colors are so pretty!!” It was red with black stripes. And it was soooooo soft.

“I’m happy you do.” Crowley smiled. He picked up the snake and made it slide up and down my leg. Then he had it pretend to attack my hand. I couldn’t help but giggle every time he did it.

He handed me back the snake before he spoke again, “I want to apologize though. I’m so sorry you got hurt. It was never my intention.”

I lifted my eyes and looked at Crowley sincerely. “It’s okay. I should’ve waited and not just walk across the street. But I accept your apology.”

I could instantly see Crowley start to relax a bit. “Thank you kiddo.”

“Y/N we happened to notice your ID card says you don’t have a Caregiver, is that right?” Aziraphale asked.

I nodded my head. “Yeah…” I looked down, a bit saddened. “I’m fine on my own though.”

“You’re are a bit young, kiddo. I don’t want to think of someone as young as you being on their own.” Crowley added.

“Why I bring this up is…well, Crowley and I are Cargivers. Now you don’t have to accept right now or make any sort of decisions, especially with your head injury, but if you’ll allow us, we’d like to take care of you. Then after you feel better if you’d like we could become your Caregivers.” Aziraphale explained.

The two looked over at me eagerly but was honestly too in shock to say anything at the moment. The two guys who hit me with their car want me to be their Little? But they both seemed so nice and they’ve taken such good care of me when they could’ve easily left me there.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I smiled at the two.

And they smiled back. Aziraphale squeezed one of my hands while Crowley took the other. Little did I know this was just the beginning of something beautiful!

~~~

My old job fired me but I got hired to work at a bookstore…Aziraphale’s bookstore! I arrive there every morning perfectly on time! I help him rearrange the books, work the cash register and take inventory.

Then after a long day I regress upstairs in the apartment with my two Caregivers safely by my side.

Crowley, who at first was a bit unsure how good of a Caregiver he would be, soon feel into the rhythm of it fairly quickly. He was a big troublemaker like myself! But he also loved to play any game I came up with including dress up!

Aziraphale has a gentle touch, always looking to make sure I’m comfortable. He a huge cuddle bug and loves to sit with me on his lap while reading a book to me.

Today Crowley picked me up and threw me over his shoulder when he arrived home. “There you are! Thought you could hide from Papa? Huh?”

Aziraphale just laughs and shakes his head at the sight of the two playing together in the living room. Once Crowley put me down I took off towards him, hiding behind him from Crowley. “Protect me Dada!” I hold onto him tightly.

“Always my dear! Back demon! Stay away from my baby.” Aziraphale laughed to himself, the nickname demon making him chuckle. Their baby doesn’t know the truth about the two of them and for now that’s quite okay.

Crowley rolls his eyes to the comment, “Don’t you mean our baby?”

Aziraphale picked me up and smiled at Crowley, “You’re right, our sweet little one.” Aziraphale pulled Crowley into a group hug with me. Crowley smirked and wrapped his arms around the two of us.

The three of us hug. Once and for all a family of our own. Suddenly the apartment didn’t feel like an apartment but a home filled with giggles, smiles and love.

[v3nusxsky]

Hey!! Are are you?!?! Hope your having a great day/night whenever you are seeing this, I'm obsessed with your work and was wondering if I can request a lady lesso x fem reader where r is having really bad period cramps at school so she takes the day off, so lesso goes to comfort her but the lesso manspreads so r gets all shy and horny but she's on her period but lesso says she doesn't care then lots of smut ;) BUT then lots of aftercare and fluff.

If you decide to write it thank you so much!! I saw this with a larissa one and id just like to see it with lesso, have a good day :)♡♡

Cramps from hell| mixed

*Authors note~ ooo okay so this is a new take on the idea I'm hoping I can do it some justice*

a/n part 2~ only one fic tonight as a family member was in a car accident early hours yesterday so that’s kinda taken over today should be okay to post normally tomorrow I’m sorry guys

Trigger warnings~ period pains, period sex, mommy kink magical strap on bell rubs marking

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You always hated your period, the pain it had brought you over the years. You'd often had to take days off to rest and get over the worst of the pain. Despite how painful it was for you, you never really had heavy periods. It was like you went through all the pain for nothing. Leonora knew of your situation and it became a pattern during the months you'd been together. It was all that made sense, your periods were kicking your ass and she heard recently that sex could help elevate the horrid cramping.

You were miserable in bed, blankets wrapped around you as you withered around in pain. "How we doing little dove? Still sore darling?" Lesso's voice washed over you causing you to instantly reach out for the woman. "Mmm hurts Leo" you whimpered  as your girlfriend came to sit with you. It must be lunch hour for her to be here. Her hands found your hair to soothingly scratching at your skull.  You turned to nestle closer to the red head when you noticed her sitting with her legs spread wide open.

"Mommy?" You whimpered before you could even catch it. Clearly your hormones were on a wild ride due to the period. You were struggling with the urge to just beg for her to rail you. To help make the pain go away for a while. "Dove?" She mumbled to you before catching a glance of your flushed face. "Oh baby, do you need mommy?" Her teasing was certainly enough to have you ducking your head before nodding in admission. "Mommy, I know it's yucky there but you spread your legs like that, I just want you to take me" you explained before rolling away from the woman feeling truly embarrassed for even asking.

Leonora got up and you thought she was leaving. Only then did you hear the tale tale signs of the door to her bedside table opening and closing. Leonora happy slipped on the double ended strap, before coming back to the bed. Her lips instantly attaching themselves to yours in a loving passionate kiss. You were truly addicting and if Leonora could help you then she would. After all she could watch many suffer pain, but never you.

"Up dove, gotta put a towel down gorgeous" she murmured, using her finger glow to summon a red towel.  "Now mommys gonna make it all better sweetheart, let's get that hoodie off" she muttered against your neck as she helped get rid of the clothing. It wasn't long before you were bare besides your underwear, covered in purple marks. "Are you sure mommy? You don't have to" you whispered feeling slightly insecure now. "It will help with the pain dove, toys can always be cleaned love" she moved her kisses down your stomach, with a quick glance to get some more confirmation it was okay before carfully riding you of your underwear. "Such a pretty pussy for mommy" she purred as she added lube to her shaft. "Ready darling?"

You could've cried when she entered your sensitive folds, "Mommy!"  A smirk on her lips as she purred at you, "so good darling, so good for mommy. I'll make those cramps go away for you." It didn't take long to bring you over the edge due to your added sensitivity, she came for you at the same time. You couldn't help but cling to Lesso as she stilled her hips. "Let's clean you up precious girl" she murmured before helping you get clean, magicking the strap clean for coming to hold you, her hands rubbing slow and firm circles into your abdomen. "How's my girl feeling?" With a happy sigh you snuggled closer to the woman, "better thank you my mommy."

Word count ~ 787

[rowaelinsdaughter]

THE MEMORY OF YOU

a/n;; i dont know how, but i have managed to finish tis fic, ill try to write the requests i have but i dont promise anything. school sucks. also, first time writing nessian :)

artist;; lotrgirl

WARNINGS;; angst!! to fluff, mentions of blood, car accident, MODERN AU.

“she should be here already” nesta said, glancing again at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall of feyre’s house. her sister placed a hand on her shoulder, “she will, maybe the traffic was bad.” nesta sighed. cassian entered the kitchen, walking directly to her mate. his hands grabbed her by the waist, his thumbs massaging it. he searched her gaze. “she’s okay nesta” he rested his forehead with hers, his hands moving upward to her face, caressing her cheeks.

she nodded, grabbing the plates left and they went to the living room where the rest of the family was gathered. they were talking when the news reported a last minute news.

“we have breaking news. 30 minutes ago, a large truck collided with a car. apparently the truck driver was under the influence of alcohol and he veered off the road until colliding with the car that was going in the opposite direction. we passed the connection to our reporter.” the reporter showed and behind her, the truck was turned over and the car… the car was demolished. the paramedics were attending to the driver of the car. there was blood all over the road… but nesta knew the owner of the bracelet, knew who the driver was. 

one moment she had the dishes in the hands and the next time they were on the floor. everyone was holding their breath, elain had a hand on her mouth and feyre approached her sister placing a hand on her shoulder. nesta looked at cassian behind her, fear was written on his face. pure fear. he was the first one to broke the silence. “we need to go. now.” 

none of them could drive, so rhys was the one driving. cassian in the passenger seat, and feyre and nesta were in the back seats. after 15 horrible minutes, they made it to the accident just in time to watch the ambulance go away to the hospital. “we need to follow the ambulance” rhys said. 

so the follow her.

when they arrived to the hospital, they watched as the paramedics lowered the stretcher from the ambulance . she was covered in blood, so much blood they didnt know if she was going to survive. nesta and cassian runned after the medics, and they watched her enter the surgery room. a doctor stopped them.

“sorry but you cant enter”

“shes our mate, shes our wife!” cassian raised his voice.

“i know sir, but we need the doctors to do their job. please, just wait here.” and she entered the room.

cassian sighed and looked at nesta. her eyes were distant, as if she could watch her mate.

please mother. dont take her away from us. please. 

he hugged her. both praying she could make it alive.

4 hours later, a doctor left the surgery room. they all stood up, nesta and cassian approaching her, while feyre and rhys waited behind them. 

“how is she?” nesta asked. her hands trembling with fear.

she sighed “she’s alive”

her knees buckled and cassian reached for her, both laughing and crying. feyre was the one to ask, her face stained with tears. “where is she?” 

“she’s in room 146, in the intensive care unit zone. a nurse will guide you”

wires were attached to her, too many wires. beep. beep. beep. beep.  that was the only sound, and it was killing them. she had not moved or awoke. 

cassian watched nesta laid down beside her, she had fallen asleep the moment she touched the pillow. but cassian couldn't sleep, so he watched them, waiting for his mate to wake up. to see her beautiful eyes again. to kiss her. to hug her. to hear her laugh. 

her entire body hurt. 

that was the only thing she knew.

she didn't know where she was.

the last thing she remembered was the truck crushing her car and then nothing.

but know… 

slowly she opened her eyes, blinking due to the light. something was beside her or someone, she didn't know. but someone was watching her. she looked beside her and met nesta’s eyes. her blue-grey was dull. black bags under them. messy hair. she lifted a hand to her face and nesta started crying. she had never seen her cry like this. she noticed someone was on the other side of the bed. cassian. he was also here.

he took her hand. his much bigger than hers. she loved that. 

he was also crying, but he managed to speak “hello, angel”

a small smile.

“hi”

tags;; @throneofsapphics @thehighladywrites @vanserrasswife @shadowdaddies @loneliestluvr

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[streetlight11]

Holidays With You

Summary: Your first encounter with him wasn't as smooth as you thought it would be. As the years go by, things began to change little by little between you and him but not too drastically. Until one day, by some unforeseen circumstances, you had no choice but to spend the holiday season with him. That's when it all changed...

Theme: hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers

Genre: slowburn, romance, angst, fluff

Warnings: a brief mention of making out at the end but it doesn't lead to anything serious ;)

WC: 10.9k

Pairing: Slytherin!Minho x Ravenclaw!FemReader

a/n: As requested, I managed to turn an idea into a fic because I too, enjoy writing a good ol' Slytherin Minho fic so here's one more for you @lmhfilm ! Hope you enjoyed this as much as you did with Green Flames! 💚 happy reading and happy new year everyone!

It was always such a great honour to be invited into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fellow student with the ability to learn and master the arts of magic. Whereby not everyone could be accepted into the school. Every student in that school feels very proud to be in Hogwarts for it is every children’s dream to become part of the Hogwarts family. As for you? It is undescribable how you felt when you got the letter of invitation, knowing your parents would’ve been happy for you. Hogwarts is divided into four houses which were discovered by the respective founders.

Godric Gryffindor

The founder of Gryffindor house. A fair man, he believed that any child who displayed magical abilities before their 11th birthday should be able to attend Hogwarts. Godric values courage and bravery, believing that these were the two most virtuous abilities that a person can possess. His house corresponds to the element of Fire.

Rowena Ravenclaw

The founder of Ravenclaw house. A sharp and intelligent woman, intellect is a highly valued asset to the students of Ravenclaw house. Due to this, it is likely that Rowena wanted to make Hogwarts the very finest wizarding school on earth, teaching those children with the highest intelligence. Her house corresponds to the element of Air.

Salazar Slytherin

The founder of Slytherin house. A sly and cunning man, he was not unlike many of the students he brought into his house. He believed strongly that only wizards of pure blood should be allowed to attend Hogwarts. His house corresponds with the element of Water.

Helga Hufflepuff

The founder of Hufflepuff house. A kind and warm woman, she believed that in order to be sorted into Hufflepuff, a person must possess the values of loyalty, patience and be hard-working above all else. Her house corresponds with the elements of Earth.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t share this exciting news to your parents, for they were already gone too soon after a terrible car wreck. The only people you could share this news with were your grandparents who took care of you ever since that horrible accident. The only sad part is, they couldn’t send you off to the train station on your first day of school due to two main reasons. They were getting old which means they can barely walk for more than 5 minutes without having to stop for a breath.

They also have trouble travelling without proper guidance and so if you left to board the train, you worry about how they would head back after sending you off. So to avoid these from happening, you decided to just say your goodbyes before leaving the house that morning. Making sure to give them both tight hugs since you wouldn’t be coming home every night to be with them until the next holiday period.

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but you made a promise that you would write a letter to them every week so they know that you’re okay. They both kissed your cheek and soon waved to you at the door, watching as their one and only granddaughter finally climbed into the taxi to head to the train station. You have already bought the necessary things you needed for school with the help of a Hogwarts staff member who came to deliver the letter of invitation personally to you the other day.

So with your baggage trolley in hand, bags packed, your chosen pet owl whom you’ve named Snowy was sitting in his cage on the top of your stacked luggages, you pushed the heavy trolley with whatever strength you had packed in the small, fragile body of yours since you were in fact, still a child.

While you were searching for the odd but said Platform 9¾, you noticed a family who seemed to be rushing whilst the mother said something that caught your attention.

“Hurry up kids! You’re gonna miss the train! Quickly now. Platform 9¾’s this way!” She said as you silently followed them from behind. Once they stopped in between two huge pillars, you watched as their older daughter ran straight into the wall, dissolving into the brick wall in front of your own eyes. This made you gasp quietly before you went over to the elderly couple to enquire about what you just saw.

“Um… Excuse me? Can you… tell me how to do… that?” You nodded your head towards the brick wall in which the girl just went through, earning a bright smile from them both.

“Of course! It’s my son’s first time too. Anyway, it’s very easy, dear. All you have to do is run straight into this wall.” She said as you looked at her son who shrugged his shoulders.

“Ladies first.” He said. So with one deep, shaky breath, you took off running with your luggage trolley and went through the wall with ease. Once you were at Platform 9¾, the boy and his parents came through as well, leading you to the train along with their son. The train conductor ushers you into one of the train cabins after you showed him your ticket, telling you that he will help to load your baggage into the train for you. 

With that being said, you glanced back at the boy behind who gave you a gentle smile and a nod.

This encouraged you to finally board the train and he did too, not before giving his mother a hug. The moment you were both inside, you looked at him and asked, “Do you wanna sit together?”

“Sure. Let’s find an empty booth.” He said as he began to lead you down the narrow alley of the train cabins. After about two cabins, you finally found an unoccupied booth so he proceeded to enter it followed by yourself. You sat opposite each other, staring out the window to see all the parents and family members waving goodbye to their children and siblings. It made your heart clench, knowing you came here alone with no one else. 

Neither of you spoke until the train started to slowly move off. Once it was finally departing from the train station and your view changed from the busy crowd to the open scenery of the town, that’s when he spoke up.

“I’m Changmin by the way… You are?” He said, to which you looked ahead to meet his eyes through his round glasses that seemed to slide down the bridge of his nose every few seconds. 

“I’m Y/N.” You said, earning a smile from him.

“Why weren’t your parents here to send you off?” He asked innocently without knowing anything so you couldn’t blame him for that. Nonetheless, that question made your breath hitch for a split second before you answered his question.

“They died a few years ago… And my grandparents couldn’t come due to health issues…” You tried not to sound as sad as you can even though you already felt like crying. Changmin couldn’t help but panic, realising that he just messed it up by asking you a sensitive question. However, you simply brushed it off saying you accepted his apology because he didn’t know about your situation. Even then, he still felt bad about it and you could tell.

Not long after, two new faces appear at the door. Even though they were unfamiliar to you, it was pretty obvious that Changmin knew them thanks to the way his eyes lit up excitedly while a bright smile creeped onto his face.

“Juyeon! Minho! You’re here too?” Changmin said as you glanced over to the new faces whom you do not recognize.

“Yeah, didn’t think you’re the only special one did you?” The one with a prominent smirk on his face said before his eyes travelled to meet yours. 

“Shut up Minho.” Changmin laughed, allowing the two guys to settle down. Once they did, that’s when Changmin introduced all of you to one another. You found out that the one sitting next to your new friend was Juyeon. Which could only mean that the one sitting beside you was Minho. They began to talk about something you weren’t aware of but someone noticed the way you were left out. So he turned to his left and spoke up to direct his words to you.

“So… what is a muggle like you doing here?” Minho asked, making you frown.

“Are we not allowed in Hogwarts?” You asked, earning a smirk from him.

“Oh, you’re allowed in Hogwarts… Purebloods like me just find it unnecessary.” He sounded very cocky about it, it’s ridiculous.

“Then why don’t you sit somewhere else… I don’t wanna ruin your day.”

“Nah, it’s fine… I guess one muggle wouldn’t hurt.” He said, making you stare at him in disbelief.

Was he straight up flirting with you right now? 

Either way, you rolled your eyes at him before taking out your book from your bag and began to read it. As surprising as it sounds, the three boys continued chatting and were almost acting as if you weren’t there. They didn’t try to tease you or disturb your reading session. You thought Minho would snatch your book away and make fun of you for reading or what not but he never did that. Instead, he would occasionally glance over to you once in a while during his conversation with the other two boys. And all he would do is smile. 

Approximately an hour and a half or so later, you finally made it to the castle. Your dream has finally come true. To stand on the castle grounds. To witness the glory and beauty of the entire Hogwarts castle. To be a fellow student of Hogwarts. If only your parents were still around to celebrate the happy moment with you. 

All of you were given robes to wear upon your arrival at the train station. It was compulsory to wear it when you finally entered the castle, proceeding forward with the house sorting. As soon as the huge double doors to the Great Hall swung open, you were all greeted by the existing students of Hogwarts and the teachers of the school. Long tables align the hall in four columns, starting with Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor. A few metres above the tables were the respective house flags that were hung on each pillar on the golden rod.

Students of each house sat in their respective tables while teachers, headmasters and headmistresses sat in the long table behind the podium in which Dumbledore stood to welcome the newcomers including yourself. The new lot of you stopped at the very start of the short steps up the platform where you see a wooden stool and a very crimped looking hat. It was a pointed hat with a huge rim around it.

Except, what brought your attention was the face that was on the front of the hat.

“Now when I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” Professor McGonagall said as she held the hat in one hand while the other held a big piece of paper that had the list of names that belonged to the new students this year.

And so it began.

“Lee Juyeon.” She called as he walked past the crowd to meet her at the top of the steps. He sat on the stool while she placed the hat onto his head. Immediately after it touched his head, the sorting hat’s neutral expression changed into a smirk before it spoke up.

“Hmm… very interesting. You are gullible but you can be smart as well. I see bravery and courage behind your gentle appearance that just suits this specific house… Better be… Gryffindor!” The students of Gryffindor cheer loudly as they welcome a new member to their house. Juyeon smiled brightly as he walked over to join his new housemates. A few names were called after Juyeon, waiting patiently for your turn. Then, another familiar name was called upon.

“Ji Changmin.” You turned to him who gave you a smile before walking forward. He sat in the chair and the sorting hat began to do his magic.

“Ahh… this one is quite easy… You are very loyal to the people you love. You have a good dedication towards doing what you love and for that, I shall put you in… Hufflepuff!” It said, earning a thunderous applause and roars of cheers from students of Hufflepuff to welcome another new member to their house. Professor McGonagall soon calls for the next name in the list.

“Lee Minho.” You watched as he strolled forward with a smirk on his face. He proceeded to sit on the stool, waiting for the hat to be placed on his head. Except, the hat barely even touched his head but it seemed like it was already determined which house Minho would definitely be placed in. And your guess was right.

“Slytherin!” Roar of cheers burst into the hall as the students of Slytherin welcomed him warmly. Minho joins them naturally like he knew he was going to be sorted into Slytherin right before he stepped foot into the castle. Right when you were just about to take a deep breath from feeling nervous, Professor McGonagall called upon your full name to summon you on stage. Since there were a few students left, you could easily walk up the steps unlike when you first started the sorting of houses. You sat on the stool, waiting patiently despite your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Instantly after being placed on your head, that’s when the hat speaks, “Ahh… This one is tough… I sense great bravery within you that seems to overpower everything else. But your curiosity for even the small little things could easily activate your intelligence and that is the key trait about you that not many possess… I know… Why not put you in… Ravenclaw!” 

As soon as this was announced, the students of Ravenclaw burst into cheers for you to welcome their new member into their house. You walked over to the empty seat with a smile, sitting next to the new boy in your year whose name is Hongjoong. He gave you a high five after you settled down, returning his gesture happily, knowing you were finally sorted into your house for the next 7 years. You then glanced forward naturally, not really sure what you were looking for until your pair of eyes met a pair that was staring straight into yours.

There he sat directly opposite from you. Minho’s gaze was soft but you could sense the playfulness in it. The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, raising his eyebrows cheekily at you to in a way, congratulate you for settling in a house. You weren’t sure how to react because this was new to you so all you could afford to do was divert your eyes towards the remaining bunch of students waiting to be sorted into the respective houses. 

Once that was over, Dumbledore gave a quick last speech before he waved both hands out and magically, your tables were all filled with food that could feed everyone endlessly. You ate till your heart's content, not giving a single care in the world about who should have the last piece because it just magically refills by itself once the plate is empty. 

Dinner ends with you being escorted back to your respective towers with the help of your house prefects. The way to enter the Ravenclaw tower is to answer whatever riddles or puzzles that the bronze eagle knocker asks as a password. Its question may vary so it doesn’t always ask the same riddles over and over again. Only those who get the answer correct may enter and those who can’t answer can only enter when someone answers it correctly. 

The moment the door opens, you are greeted by a large and spacious area which is called the common room. Where the students can sit and lounge by the fireplace and use the built in library to read books. The boys and girls room were separate upstairs where a few students shared a room with 5 beds arranged in a circle with the foot of the beds meeting in the middle. It took you less than a minute or two to adjust to the new environment, going to your designated bed where your bags and Snowy were already waiting for you. 

You couldn’t help but look forward to your days to come as a fellow Hogwarts student. 

The next day, you were having your first class as a Hogwarts student. You walked with Hongjoong and Yeeun to the potions class. Upon entering the classroom, you noticed the students gathered at the back of the class. Clearly not knowing where to sit. It wasn’t a surprise considering all of you were still new to all this. Suddenly, an arm drapes over your left shoulder, catching you by surprise. You turned to your right to see who it was, only to lock eyes with the fellow Slytherin you met on your way here yesterday.

“Good morning. You look like you barely slept last night. Are you that excited to be here?” Minho teased with a cheeky look on his face that you didn’t miss out.

“You look like you had too much sleep. Are you that bored to be here?” You asked back, earning a laugh from him.

“Someone’s a little feisty this morning…” Minho said, making you roll your eyes. 

“You just seem like you enjoy disturbing people for your own amusement so I won’t give you that.” You said easily, earning a nod of agreement to you. 

“Hey… In my defence, I don’t just pick on people randomly. I choose who I wanna talk to because apparently, not everyone can handle my charms.” Minho sounded cocky and confident which never looked good on anyone. And yet somehow, it kinda suits him especially with that stupid Slytherin uniform of his. 

“Charms? I think you mistook charms for repulsiveness.” You said before pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“Oh come on, Y/N… I’m not as bad as you think, you know? You just haven’t known me well yet.”

“Whatever.” You said firmly as the teacher in charge of this class walks in with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good morning class. My name is Professor Slughorn and I will be your teacher for Potions class. Now, you may sit with whoever you’d like. It doesn’t matter to me.” He announced, allowing you to settle down before he began teaching. You chose Yeeun as your sit partner without a doubt, not realising that Minho was sitting two tables behind you diagonally in the very last row with his housemate, Jungwoo. Minutes tick by and you are finally dismissed from Potions class. 

After gathering your books, you left the classroom to walk to your next class which was Herbology. While you were walking and talking to Yeeun, you noticed Minho walking a few students ahead of you. He was with Jungwoo, Juyeon and Changmin but for some reason, he caught your eye first because he had already taken off his robe. Simply wearing the black pants, a white long sleeve shirt with the green sweater vest over it. His robe was hanging off his forearm like it was a piece of towel. 

When you made it to the greenhouse, all of you were told to wear a protective gear which was a beige coat and a pair of thick gloves that would protect you from the plants in case anything unfortunate happens. 

Class went well despite having a student from Gryffindor fainting after hearing the mandrake’s cries. Nevertheless, you finished class successfully and soon made your way back to the respective house towers. About half an hour later, you were all making your way to the Great Hall for lunch. Students were heading towards the same place in groups, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. You were talking to Yeeun about class when Changmin’s voice calling your name made you turn around.

He walks over to you with Seonghwa who was also a Hufflepuff. Once they joined you and Yeeun, all four of you continued to walk to the Great Hall together. On your way there, you spot Minho leaning against the staircase with some of his Slytherin friends including Jungwoo. They looked like they had absolutely no intentions of joining the crowd whatsoever.

However, the minute his eyes met yours from across the room, you saw the way he smiled wider and was shifting his weight from one foot to another as though he was about to push himself off the wall. At last, he opted to stay where he was even though his gaze never left yours for more than 5 seconds every time.

All in all, your first day of school went by pretty well. Making new friends along the way, letting Minho tease you to his liking, attacking him back with unexpected replies, earning the title of Tom and Jerry within the first day of school. Your classmates noticed this interaction between the two of you and some of them couldn’t help but say that there was some sort of secret attraction between you and Minho. As much as you disagree, you couldn’t help but wonder if it’s indeed true.

Nonetheless, you simply brushed it off knowing it’s only been a day and you have 7 years left with him. Maybe your feelings might change, maybe it wouldn’t. For now, it’s safe to say that you don’t see him romantically. Probably you just find him slightly attractive to a certain extent but that’s it.

That’s it…

Days become months and you are now 8 months in year 2. At the start of the year, your senior Namjoon and Jungkook encouraged you to go for the Quidditch tryouts for the three different positions. That was how you landed on becoming the Seeker for Ravenclaw. You’ve already taken part in a few friendly matches with the other teams, only to find out that Minho was also the Seeker for his team. You’ve lost to him thrice in the past 7 and a half months during a match. And yet, you’ve also won a total of six times in a row during that 7 and a half months, making you the ultimate Seeker for Ravenclaw.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, you had just finished having lunch and was now in the Great Hall again to do some quiet studying with Professor Snape being the teacher in charge of looking after everyone. You were sitting in one of the tables together with Yeeun, Hongjoong, Changmin and Seonghwa. All of you had to whisper to talk to each other because Snape was scary to all the students here and you wouldn’t dare to press his wrong buttons. 

Just then, someone placed their book down on the empty space beside your arm, causing you to look up. You found Minho slipping into the seat next to you with Jungwoo on the opposite side. 

“Hey guys, mind if we sit?” Minho asked, to which you scoffed at him.

“Yes, we do mind actually.” You said.

“Well, too late. We’re still sitting.” He said purposely to annoy you and it worked. You shook your head before turning your attention back to your work. A few minutes later, is when Minho nudged your elbow with his to gain your attention despite being aware that Snape was somewhere around the corner.

“Are you ready for tonight’s match?” He whispered loudly to you.

“Yes.”

“Really? Should we make a deal?”

“No.” You said, earning a smirk from him as he leans closer.

“Come on… It’ll be fun! I’ll start first.” Minho was about to continue when you noticed Snape approaching him from behind so you turned back to your book and whispered to give him a warning in hopes that he caught it.

“Snape’s coming!”

“Y/N, listen. It’s sim-” And then you hear a loud book smack to the back of Minho’s head. You flinched hard, feeling the pain when he received that. After Snape walked off, you turned to Minho who was rubbing the back of his head with a snarl on his face. 

“I warned you…” You laughed softly, only to hear him scoff at you.

“Shut up.” He said in annoyance. However, he couldn’t stay mad at you for long. Which is why he brushed it off a few minutes later.

Hours later, you were finally preparing for the match. You had changed into your quidditch gear and uniform. Your team captain was giving a briefing before the match started like they always do. The first match was between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Next match tomorrow was between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Then the winners of each match will go up against each other on Friday. When it was your turn to head into the quidditch pitch, your team cheered before climbing onto your brooms and soon flew out of your tents.

You went to your position a few metres above every other player in the air where you hovered face to face with Hufflepuff’s Seeker whom you recognised to be Taehyung. While you were just focusing on Madam Hooch who was giving out instructions for the match, you heard someone calling your name from the Ravenclaw pitch only to see Yeeun bouncing on her feet cheering for you.

This made you laugh as you then saw Hongjoong and Chanhee doing the same. After you’ve given them a small wave, you naturally shift your gaze to the left of the pitch where Slytherin students were gathered. That’s when you spotted Minho standing there with his eyes fixed on you. Your smile began to fade despite seeing him smiling at you cheekily. Before something happens, you avoided his gaze by looking down. Pretending to listen to Madam Hooch.

Once the game started, you paid full attention to the game. Trying your best to find the golden snitch. Just as you were about to say something to Taehyung to throw him off, you saw the golden snitch hovering from side to side behind him. You smirked as you locked eyes with him and said, “Goodluck.”

That was all you said before taking off at a speed that no one thought you were capable of.

After a few minutes of active chasing and near-fall accidents, you finally caught the snitch in your hand by throwing yourself off your broomstick. Landing on the sand with a roll. The minute you sat up, you held the golden snitch high in the air, earning almost half of the quidditch pitch to cheer for you. Your teammates flew over to give you a group hug, celebrating your team’s victory. Your team soon made your way back into your house tent happily knowing you won today’s match. Which means you qualify to the final round.

As soon as you’ve removed your protective gears back to the trunks, you all made your way back to the castle. With your broomstick in one hand and your robe in the other, you walked back to your tower with your friends.

The next day, you found out that Slytherin won the match which means that your team would be going up against Slytherin for the final match. As nerve wracking as it sounds, you have a hunch that your team would win the match even though you know not to be too overconfident. Which is exactly why you weren’t boasting about winning the match since it hasn’t even happened.

Either way, you can’t wait for the match.

The final match was starting in less than an hour, as you put on your protective gears where necessary. Once that was done, you go over the techniques to use during this game knowing it was against Slytherin. When it was finally time to enter the pitch, you got onto your broom and flew out together with your teammates. All of you flew around the pitch before going to your places in the air. Since you were the Seeker, you hovered a few metres above your teammates. And since Minho was the Seeker for his team, he too flew up to hover above his teammates and eventually, facing you.

“Hey you. Ready to get your ass kicked?” Minho asked in a teasing tone, making you huff.

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Should we make a deal? The loser has to do the winner’s homework for a week.”

“Nah… It’ll be too obvious if you did my homework…” You said sarcastically, earning an offended look from him.

“Are you saying I’m dumb?” He asked with full offence.

“I’m not saying you’re smart either, am I?” 

“You’re unbelievable.” Minho scoffed at you.

With that being said, the whistle was blown, Madam Hooch threw the quaffle up high into the air and soon, the games began. You stayed put while trying to search for the golden snitch. The minute you spotted the snitch flying around behind the Slytherin goal posts, you immediately flew in its direction. Aiming for nothing but the golden snitch. While you were flying, you noticed Minho coming for you as the golden snitch made a sudden turn up. Before you could crash into him, you flew up at a sharp 90° angle, following the golden snitch diligently.

Minutes ticked by as you weren’t keeping track of the time. Your team was currently losing with a hefty point of 50 against 130. You had only 4 minutes left to catch the golden snitch or else your team loses. So with a determined mindset, you tried whatever you could to speed up despite Minho trying to throw you off. 

Nevertheless, luck seems to be on your side because during the last 30 seconds of the game, Minho ended up crashing through one of the wooden pillars when he tried to fly up. That’s when you managed to catch the golden snitch at the very last second, earning your team an extra 150 points. You celebrated with your team when you made it back to your tent. Happy that you won the final round of the tournament. When everyone had already removed their protective gears and was about to make their way back to the castle, that’s when you crossed paths with the Slytherin team. 

“We would’ve won if you hadn’t cheated during the game.” Jungwoo said, directing his words to you. This made you frown, knowing he was probably just salty over the loss.

“Cheated? I never cheat during a game unlike your team. We play fairly according to the rules.” You defended yourself and your teammates.

“You probably casted a spell on Minho’s broomstick so that he would lose control over it, didn’t you?” 

“Are you listening to yourself? Spells aren’t allowed to be casted during a game by any players!”

“You might’ve been desperate to win since your score was way lower than ours.” Jungwoo said with a prominent smirk on his face, making you want to just slap that shit eating smirk off his face. 

“Enough.” Minho said quietly whilst pressing a firm hand on Jungwoo’s chest to stop him. However, the latter was stubborn.

“Maybe you wanted to win so badly, you just decided to cast a spell without anyone seeing.” Jungwoo continued to trigger you and it was honestly getting to you even though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Because you’re just a desperate little mudblood.” The minute Jungwoo said this, Minho immediately yelled at his friend, “Hey! Enough!” clearly disapproving of what the boy said. You then storm off without saying goodbye to your friends. You were just about to climb the Grand Staircase when a firm grip to your wrist made you stop.

“Y/N! Wait.” Minho said as you ripped your arm out of his grip.

“Leave me alone.” 

“Y/N stop!”

“What more do you want, Minho?! You heard what he called me!”

“So what? It’s just a word.” He said unknowingly and it hurts you even more.

“A word? Do you even know what that means? You don’t know what it’s like to be a muggle born. You purebloods definitely don’t understand how hurtful that word means to us…” You said in pure disappointment as he clearly didn't know what to say.

“Y/N-”

“Leave me alone, Minho.” You said as you left him standing there just staring into your back without any intentions of chasing after you. For the next few days, you barely talked to him even though he tries to talk to you.

Fortunately for him, you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long as you eventually gave in when he sat with you in between classes and teased you lightheartedly about things you found ridiculous. 

Hence, why you ended up talking to him again despite what you said the other day after the tournament.

Your relationship with Minho began with a rocky start but as the years go by, your relationship with him could be said to have improved quite a lot. Rather than fighting everyday, both of you were almost looking out for each other when times are rough for either one. Even your close friends could see the difference in the way you both interact with each other over the past few years. It’s quite obvious yet subtle at the same time. It was your sixth year a few months ago, and you were thankful that your grades have been consistently good even with how hard some of the subjects could be.

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon, you were all given the permission to go into town for the day provided you get a parent or guardian’s signature by signing an approval form. You were all walking down the path that leads you straight to the secret passageway that links to Hogsmeade town. You were walking next to Changmin, Juyeon and Seonghwa when a heavy arm suddenly draped over your left shoulder. 

This made you flinch slightly before you turned to see who it was, not surprised to find the arm belonging to Minho. Beside him were Changbin and Hyunjin, who he became friends with after he ditched Jungwoo. When you asked him why, he only said they had a disagreement about something but he was never clear about what it was and you never asked further anyway.

“Hey babe, know where you’re heading to yet?” Minho asked, making you nod.

“Yes and I’ll make sure you won’t be there.” You said. The guys hissed jokingly for Minho, making fun of him. Minho on the other hand, smirks at you while rolling his eyes. You’ve always been like this with him and vice versa. Some of your friends even called it your love language with each other.

“Oh, come on Y/N… You know you like having me around.” Minho teased you openly, earning a little laugh from you.

“Aren’t you a little too confident right now?” 

“I don’t have to be when I’m with you though because I know it’s always true.” 

“You’re so annoying.” You whispered under your breath while pushing his arm off your shoulder. You sped up to join Sakura, Yeeun and Eunbi up front, leaving the boys in the back.

“Just confess already man… We can literally see your heart eyes for her.” Changmin teased Minho, trying to break the latter’s ego but it’s obviously not working. Not easily at least.

“I don’t like her. I just love teasing her.” Minho said with his head held high.

“Keep telling yourself that, Minho.” Changmin laughed, together with Hyunjin and Changbin.

“Come on, why would I like a Ravenclaw? She’s so… intellectual all the time. It’s annoying.” Minho claimed but his friends knew how much that was a lie.

“As if you didn’t just tell us the other day that you found that sexy.” Hyunjin said, earning a sharp glare from Minho who suddenly reached out to grab Hyunjin’s sleeve but the male was quick to run forward with a loud cackle.

Upon arriving at Hogsmeade, you told your friends that you would be heading to the bookstore. You always went there whenever you were given the opportunity to go into town as you loved to buy new books for you to read during break times in school. You were taking your own sweet time, looking through the books on the shelves when someone suddenly traps you between the shelves and themselves by putting their hands on either side of your head against the shelf rack. 

You turned around quickly, thinking it was some weird person but instead, you sighed in relief after realising it was just Minho.

“Really? The first thing you do upon reaching town is to go to the bookshop?” He asked.

“We all have our hobbies, no?” You asked with a smile, seeing the way his eyes very subtly flick down to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“You’re a bookworm, you know that?” Minho said teasingly but you didn’t take it to heart for you to declare yourself as one too.

“I know.” You said with a light laugh before gently pushing him by his stomach in which he easily takes a step back to free you from his cage. He stayed with you for the next few minutes while you looked through the books that were open for sale. Minho never complained once or even asked for you to hurry up. Instead, he simply waited patiently behind you. Picking up books to casually flip through whilst waiting. 

Since you’ve been there for almost an hour, you finally bought two books and left the shop with him.

When in reality, you could’ve been in there the entire day. You were walking down the cramp alleyway when a warm hand slid around your wrist to stop you from walking. You turned over your shoulder to find Minho’s eyes focused on the shop called Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. He then turns to you silently and you got the message. 

With that being said, both of you made your way into the shop, only to be greeted by a fresh aroma of teas and coffee beans filling your nostrils. You were going straight to the tea section while he went straight to the coffee section. A few minutes later, you were taking a sip of a tea sample that the staff gave you when Minho came back with a bag in hand. Both of you proceeded to then leave the shop to go find your friends at the Three Broomsticks Inn.

Upon arriving at the Inn, you found your friends sitting together at a table, minus Changbin and Hyunjin who sat with their own friends that you recognize to be Chan, Jisung, Felix from Gryffindor, Jeongin from Hufflepuff and Seungmin from Ravenclaw.

“Can’t we sit together?” Minho asked, to which you scoffed at him but the smile on your face did nothing to hide your emotions.

“Are you seriously being clingy right now?” You teased, earning a roll of his eyes at you.

“What? I can’t sit with the girl I like to annoy most?” 

“Unfortunately, no.” You said before walking towards your friends. 

Minho did the same despite feeling slightly bummed that he would have to sit pretty far from you. All the while, he would occasionally steal glances over to you from across the room. Sometimes you’d catch him, sometimes you were busy laughing at something one of your friends said. Either way, Minho felt like he was drawn to you every time and that made him sneak glances at you repeatedly. After almost two hours of just hanging out at the Inn, it was time to head back to the castle so you all left the place.

Two weeks later, you were in the library to study for your upcoming exams. Though you’ve asked some of your classmates to join you for a study session, they weren’t as studious as you so they made excuses to not go to the library with you. Even so, you never got upset with them for you just said okay and left to head to the library by yourself. Just as you were seated diagonally on the table top right beside the shelves with a book in hand, someone snuck up behind you only to lean in close until you could feel their body warmth radiating off them.

You turned to look over your shoulder and saw Minho looming over you from behind. One arm resting against the bookshelves while the other hand was tucked inside his pant’s pocket. 

“Do you ever not go to the library? This is like literally your second home.” Minho commented on your choice of location that differs from everyone else for the weekend.

“I have to study. I don’t want my grades to fall.”

“Y/N, you’re literally the smartest person I know. Your grades will never fall if you skip studying for just one day.” 

“Minho!”

“Y/N!” Minho loudly whispered as you grew quiet, not knowing what to say to him. You decided not to stir up an argument with him since you’re in the library so you simply sighed in defeat and began to walk away. He trailed behind you until you were making your way towards the exit. That’s when he spoke up.

“Let’s go do something.” 

“Why?”

“It’s Saturday. Everyone’s out of the castle.”

“I need to study.”

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you, there’s no need to study 24/7… You’re gonna ace it. Even you yourself know that.”

“I don’t wanna be overconfident, Minho. What if I flunk this time round? I can’t let that happen.” 

“You’re overthinking again.” This made you scoff knowing it's true. With that being said, you let out a groan of frustration before you spoke up to him.

“Fine! Let’s go.” You said as he cheered to your reply. You quickly went to change out of your Ravenclaw uniform into something cosy since it was gradually entering the winter season. Once you were ready, you left your common room to find Minho waiting for you outside the Ravenclaw tower. You didn’t expect him to be there since you told him to wait for you at the quad instead. 

You were about to walk down the steps when he suggested something that was surprising to you.

“I have an idea… but it might not be something you’re used to.”

“And that is…?”

“Well… we could go to town like everyone else is doing… or we could play quidditch without actually playing quidditch…” He said with a playful smirk creeping onto his face.

“So you’re basically suggesting to play catch in the quidditch pitch?” 

“Are you up for it?” He asked. You thought for a solid few seconds, wondering how bad it would be if you got caught but hey… it’s okay to have a little fun once in a while… Right?

“Let’s go then.” You said, which made him smile brightly upon hearing this. Nevertheless, you went to the quidditch pitch with him, deciding to borrow the broomsticks that were available in your house tents. You flew out of the tent only to find Minho flying in circles around the entire circumference of the pitch. When he saw you hovering about 50 metres off the ground, he flew to you with a prominent smile on his face. 

“Who’s the seeker and who’s the snitch?” He asked.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“Okay.”

He did the count for it, calling rock paper scissors before both of you pulled out a hand sign for your chosen item. He chose rock while you chose scissors. Minho took less than a second to decide to be the seeker which lands you with being the snitch. As soon as he counted to 3, you took off flying as fast as you could. You even went out of the pitch but still within the quidditch pitch area, avoiding going too close to the main castle grounds.

Both of you flew around for a couple of minutes with him being unable to catch you. Just then, you were flying straight into the ditch whilst turning back to look at him when Minho suddenly panics and shouts to you, “Watch out!” 

This made you turn to look forward and you saw that the sand ditch was less than 10 metres away from you. With how fast you’re going, it’s impossible for you to curve up in time. And so, when you still tried to pull your broomstick up, the back of it crashed into the ditch. This great impact made you get thrown off your broom and crash into the ground in front. Your whole body bounced back off the ditch from how forceful it was but before you could collide into the ground again, a body crashed into you as you rolled onto the sand to a harsh stop.

The minute you stopped rolling, that’s when you slowly looked up to find Minho shielding your head by wrapping one arm around your head that buried your face in his chest while the other hand wrapped around your torso. Both of you were breathing heavily from all the chaos and tumbling around.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, earning a nod from you.

“Are you okay?” You asked him the same question after knowing he took most of the impact for you. 

“I will be…” He said, making you huff. You carefully got off him, helping him up as well. When you were both back on your feets, you said that he should head back to his common room to rest. Deep down, he didn’t want to but he decided to just listen to you.

However, he promised himself not to suggest anything dangerous to you ever again.

Weeks passed by and you had a few days of school left before the festive holiday break which would be a solid 2 weeks. Returning back to Hogwarts after New Years. It was a chilly Monday morning. You had just finished your Herbology class and were walking towards the main castle with Yeeun and Sakura when Changmin’s voice called for you from behind. All three of you turned around to find Minho walking a few metres behind you along with Juyeon, Changmin and Seonghwa.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.” You said to the two girls as they nodded and continued walking. You stopped and stayed where you were until the boys came to you. Once they were in a line with you, that’s when your legs started walking again. With you being in between Minho and Juyeon.

“Are you going back home for the holiday season?” Juyeon asked, to which you shook your head as a reply. Some of them frowned upon seeing this, confused as to why you wouldn’t be going home to spend the holiday season with your grandparents.

“Why not?” Changmin asked, making you look down at your feet.

“My aunt is bringing my grandparents out of the country for the holidays. They just didn’t bother to wait till my holiday started.”

“What the hell? That’s so unfair! How could they sit you out on this one? You’re literally their family.” Juyeon said, making you shrug in defeat.

“My aunt has always neglected me ever since my parents died. Only my grandparents know how much I’ve tolerated her bullshit over the past years.” You sighed, not knowing how angry Minho was feeling upon this revelation. As the holiday season was getting closer and closer, and students were starting to pack up to go home for the 2 week break, you occupied your time by going to the library after school to either study or read. Since that was all you could do during the 2 weeks break while the castle is void of students and teachers.

However, you weren’t prepared for the plan someone had in store for you. It was the day before the break started, you were just walking to your potions class when Minho catches you down the hall and walks with you. And suddenly, he said, “Pack your bags by tonight.” making you frown.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re coming home with me for the holidays.”

“What?!” You yelled in surprise, not expecting this at all.

“I’m serious.” He said.

“I can’t, Minho! Your family… They hate muggles. You said it yourself. I can’t join your family for the holidays.”

“It’s gonna be fine.” Minho said nonchalantly as though it was nothing.

“Minho, you know I can’t go. I don’t belong there.”

“It doesn’t matter because you’re still going and that’s final.” He was adamant on this decision so you had no other choice. The next morning, you were contemplating leaving the Ravenclaw tower. Hoping he’d just leave you once he sees that you weren’t coming with him but Minho wasn’t easily persuaded by just actions. You were lounging in the Ravenclaw common room when a lady from a portrait outside the Ravenclaw tower walked over to the huge painting in the room to deliver her message to you.

“Dear, there’s someone waiting to see you.” She said.

“Who is it?”

“It’s a Slytherin boy. A handsome one too.” You knew right off the bat who it was and you knew there is no way you could easily run away from him so you sighed in defeat. You got up and followed her to the entrance, as you opened the door to reveal the main castle’s hallway and there stood prince charming in his Slytherin robe over his casual winter wear.

“Packed your bags?” He asked without a hi, causing you to cross your arm over your chest while leaning against the doorframe.

“Hello to you too…” You let out a soft scoff before you continued, “Is there a chance that I could convince you into letting me sit this one out?” You sounded hopeful even though you knew he’d say no.

“No.”

There it is.

“Minho, please?”

“Y/N, you’d rather stay here with the ghosts for 2 long weeks than with humans?”

“I can survive!”

“And spend your 2 weeks in the library everyday? Even Rowena Ravenclaw didn’t stay in the library that long.”

“Minho!”

“Y/N, hurry up and get your bags!”

“Fine!” You ended up raising your voice after failing to persuade him, walking in to go get your things. 

Meanwhile, Minho looked at the woman in the portrait and asked, “Can I come in?”

“Can you answer the eagle’s puzzles or riddles?” He glanced over to the bronze eagle knocker that was guarding the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower before he said, “Nevermind.” He walked away to lean against the wall while waiting for you. When you finally came back out with your bags, Minho offered to carry them for you but you refused. He then led you to the quad where the transport for him was already waiting. 

Both of you got onto the carriage as it began to take you further into the woods that would bring you straight to the Lee’s residence since he was indeed a pureblood which means he didn’t live in the muggle world. The journey to his home was occasionally filled with laughter, oftentimes just you slapping the crap out of him in annoyance. When you finally arrived outside his house, you instantly felt out of place. You felt like you didn't belong there and he knew.

“Just stick to me if you feel uncomfortable.” Minho said as he helped you with your main bag. He unlocked the door with a simple flick of his wand, making you stare in awe. He led you inside after closing the doors.

“Mom, dad, I’m home…” Minho said as you then heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Oh, my baby is back home! I’ve made your favourite beef-” Her words stopped the moment she locked eyes with you, clearly not expecting a visitor. Her smile washes away as she holds her head high to look down at you.

“Why did you bring a muggle into the house, Min?” 

“Mom, be nice. She wasn’t going home for the holidays so I told her to come with me.” She was definitely displeased with his answer to which you already couldn’t help but hide yourself behind him.

“Your cousins and relatives are coming over this weekend. I want her out by then.”

“What?! Mom-”

“I said it! You better do it.” She said firmly, only for his father to join you at the front door. He frowns upon Minho but never greeted you the way she did. Instead, he opted for a small nod before telling Minho to obey his mother’s words. You, on the other hand, felt like it was a mistake to come here. So right after his father walked off, Minho asked you to follow him upstairs but you remained glued to the ground.

“Hey, forget what she said. Come on.”

“No.” You said firmly. Minho frowned at you, feeling uneasy after how his mother acted in front of you.

“Y/N-”

“No! I’m not staying here if I’m not welcomed. You can’t force me to stay. This is your home, not mine…” You paused as a tear was threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“I should go. Happy Holidays Minho.” You said, turning back to exit the house. You began to walk back down the path you came from without the carriage since it was long gone. You were halfway into the woods when you heard the sound of tyres crushing dead leaves on the ground behind you. You turned around to find Minho on a carriage coming towards you.

“Hop in.” He said.

“What?”

“Come on. I have a better idea.” Minho smiled as he stood up and gestured for you to throw your bags in. Once that was done, you grabbed his reached out hand and let him pull you up with ease. You sat next to him, asking where you were going but he said it was a secret.

After a few minutes of chatting, the carriage finally brought you back to the castle where both of you got down with your bags and started walking.

“Why are we here?” You asked him quietly, only to see him smile.

“If you can’t spend the holidays with me at my home, then I’ll spend the holidays here with you.” You were shocked at how easy he said that as if his relatives weren’t coming that weekend.

“What about your family? Minho, you should be with them.”

“And you should be with yours, yet they left you. No?” You grow quiet, not able to find the right words so he sighed.

“Look, there’s nothing much we can do here but at least you won’t be alone for the holiday season…” He tried to cheer you up and you couldn’t help but feel touched by his sweet gesture.

Throughout the next few days, you and Minho grew closer as surprising as it sounds. Every morning, he would wait for you outside the Ravenclaw common room to head down to the Great Hall together. He would tease and joke around with you like no other, making you feel less lonely. For that, you were actually grateful to have him here with you. Today was no different. It was the second last night before everyone came back from the holiday break which was also the night before New Years. 

Minho decided to bring you to the lake to relax under the moonlight since there was no one guarding the entrances to the forests during that long holiday break. Once you were at the lake, you sat under a huge tree next to him. Not really speaking to each other but instead, enjoying the calm silent night. Minho stood up as he began to collect small flat pebbles and toss them horizontally onto the water surface to make them hop. 

You silently watched him flick his wrist professionally everytime he threw a pebble into the lake. Suddenly, you didn’t know what washed over you but you spoke up what was on your mind.

“Thank you.” Your voice was soft, as if you were afraid he’d hear you but that wasn’t your intention.

You wanted him to hear you.

“What for?” He asked as he turned to look at you. You find his gaze intimidating, making you look down onto your hands in your lap. Avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

“For staying at the castle with me? You should’ve just stayed with your family.” You said as you picked on your cuticles out of anxiety. Minho noticed this but he didn’t wanna say anything.

“It’s fine… I needed an excuse to get away from them anyway. I’m sick of them bugging me to find a girlfriend every time I come home.”

“They want you to get a girlfriend?”

“Yeah… They keep telling me to date preferably a pureblood, Slytherin girl but have you seen the girls in Slytherin? I’d rather date McGonagall than them.” Minho shivered visibly, making you giggle. 

So you teased him, “Are you saying you have a crush on McGonagall?” 

“Yes. Yes I do.” Minho said, with a cheeky smirk. Your face distorts in disgust, earning a laugh from him.

“Eww, who knew you’re into old ladies.” You laughed while he just stood there with a smile on his face.

“Okay but seriously though? You can’t tell me there’s not even one girl in Slytherin who appeals to you?”

“Nope. No one.”

“That’s a lie.” You said.

“Would you believe me if I said I like someone outside of Slytherin?”

“I highly doubt it’s true but I don’t think it’s impossible.” You shrugged your shoulders, earning a roll of his eyes at you.

“Can you give me a name?” You asked.

“No.”

“Why? Are you shy?” You teased him, causing his ears to turn red.

“Hell no.”

“Okay, so then tell me.”

“No.”

“Fine, which house are they in?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“Y/N, you’re not a detective. Stop asking me questions!” He said firmly as he got up to leave so you followed behind him.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re shy. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“No.” You remained quiet until you decided to make it fair for him.

“I like someone too… But I don’t know if they feel the same about me. So how about this… Will you tell me their house if I tell you mine?” You spoke up softly. Minho stopped walking as he visibly contemplated it. You weren’t sure if you were ready to say it out loud but since you suggested it, it’s too late to back out now.

“Fine. Just their house, yes?”

“Yeah. Nothing more. I promise.” 

“Same time?”

“Sure.”

Both of you faced each other and at the count of three, both of you said at the same time.

“Slytherin.”

“Ravenclaw.”

You smiled even though your heart was racing in your chest.

“See! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” You asked, making him sigh. Both of you continued walking in silence until you could see the wooden bridge that links to the quad. Snowflakes gently fall from the sky, coating the ground and yourselves. Right before you reached the end of the forest where it was just an open field that leads you to the start of the wooden bridge, you called his name softly. He turned around to look at you as he hummed in response while his soft eyes wandered in thought. 

You weren’t sure if you should say it since you promised to keep it at the house and nothing more. “Nevermind… Just forget it.” You smiled as you walked past him to go straight to the wooden bridge. You were halfway through when his heavy footsteps rushed behind you only to feel him grab your wrist gently to avoid hurting you.

“You wanted to say something earlier right? Just say it.” He said but you were stubborn.

“It’s fine. We should go, it’s almost New Years. We can see the fireworks.” You said as you carefully unwrap his fingers from around your wrist only to tangle your fingers with his. You dragged him all the way to the end of the bridge and once you were in the quad, you glanced down at your wristwatch to find that you have 1 minute left before New Years.

“Are you ready for year 7?” He asked while walking along the sheltered part of the quad with your hands still locked together.

“Yeah… All that studying better pays off or else I’m gonna throw someone in the Black Lake.” You said.

“Please… You’re like the smartest Ravenclaw in our class that I know. You’re definitely gonna ace it.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m here…” You teased him as he began to defend himself.

“No! I’m serious!”

“Yeah right.” You laughed only to hear the fireworks go off.

“Minho look!” You said as you pulled him outside to the open quad where you could get a good look of the fireworks. Both of you were in awe by how beautiful it was, decorating the night sky with colour sparks as snowflakes fall down on you.

“Happy New Year Minho.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Happy New Year Y/N.” He said with a sweet smile on his face. Neither of you dared to do anything else but the tension was killing you… And him too apparently.

So with him being the man, Minho whispers under his breath, “Fuck it” before he tugs you into his chest while his other hand cups your face to guide you until your lips touched his. Your breath hitched in your throat but you were quick to melt into the kiss. Your hands find their way to his chest and up to his neck. Minho hugs your waist to keep you close to him, feeling him smile against your lips.

“I like you, Y/N… I always have.” He whispered when he pulled away, leaving you to smile shyly up at him.

“Well guess what?” You paused to see his reaction. When he nodded his head once with a cheeky smirk on his face, you cupped both sides of his face and said, “I like you too. But I don’t know if I can say the same about the other thing though.”

Minho laughed as he kissed you longingly again before saying, “It’s okay. As long as you like me back now, I’m fine with that.”

You pulled him down for another kiss before telling him to go inside because you were freezing out there. Once you were back in the castle, you asked if he wanted to hang out with you for a while in your common room. Which he easily said yes. When you finally made it to the Ravenclaw tower, you helped him enter by solving the riddle that would open the door to your common room. He followed you up to the girls dormitory where you knew everyone was gone for the holidays. 

You led him to your bed, allowing him to sit while you kissed him. He scooted back until he was leaning against your bed frame, with you straddling his lap. His warm hands slide around your waist, hugging you in place after removing your thick outer layers that were shielding you from the cold weather outside. You were left in just a sweater and jeans while he was in a button down shirt, a sweater that you just removed from him and his jeans. Minho smirked as he kissed you again, squeezing your sides softly to your liking.

With both your hands gently holding his face, you kissed him with so much passion that you completely missed the footsteps approaching until you heard a soft scream behind you.

This made you and Minho flinch from shock, turning around to see a Year 1 student standing at the foot of the door. You panicked as she froze in her spot so you quickly said, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

The girl nodded hurriedly before she left, slamming the door shut behind her. You let out a heavy sigh whilst burying your head in his shoulder out of embarrassment. Minho couldn’t help but laugh seeing your reaction earlier. You felt him kiss your cheek as he giggled in your ear softly.

“Are you that scared you’d get busted for sneaking me into your common room?” He asked.

“Of course I am! I don’t wanna get expelled, Minho!” You exclaimed as you pulled away to meet his eyes. He was staring up at you softly which was expected of him but you didn’t care.

“Relax baby. You know we can just cast a spell to make her forget she even saw this right?” 

“I know but that’s against the rules.”

“Baby, when have I ever played by the rules?” 

“Good point.” You said in defeat, earning a cheeky little kiss from him. After he gave you the umpteenth kiss, he finally rushed out of bed and excused himself for a second. He disappeared and came back a few minutes later only to tell you that he had already casted a spell on the girl to make her forget whatever happened during the past 15 minutes. He proceeded to lock the door and climbed back into bed with you, falling asleep in each other’s arms comfortably.

Spending the holiday with him wasn’t as bad as you thought. At least that made both of you realise how you felt for one another. 

What a great way to start the new year.

[writing-whump]

Woww thank you for the accident fic I was one of the fans who asked for it 😄 maybe it was not fun for you as much as other but I really enjoyed it (guess I'm a huge fan of those kind unexpected drama and sacrifice lol) Tbh, I don't want to bore you, or mess your schedule and attention but I can't help myself! Well, ok, I admit I'm a drama-addict and love to read other's reactions to it. Sorry for insisting!!

So it's just a tiny request, it really doesn't have to a fic-long as usual (if you want to write that way of course it's way better for me lol) I'm just curious about how would Isiah feel and think when he found out about the accident. I understand that this kind of trauma can be healed easily for wolves and not a concern, and Hex&Arnie got through it well, but it could be worse, right? Idk maybe Arnie would feel stressed about it afterwards and worry about Hex even though he's already healed. He might also blame himself for what happened as he was driving? Anyways, would you consider write another part stress sick Arnie and caretaker Isiah?

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I mean, this is fitting, since Arnie doesn't get stress sick, but he gets stress migraines. And we didn't have him with Isaiah as caretaker for a while...here you go🥰🤗

Stress migraine

Arnie really wanted to have fun today.

Hector was sleeping third day in a row already, tyring to get his shadow back up after all the healing. Nobody really knew, since Hector wouldn't want the pack to know and refused to call anyone.

Arnie understood. It was usually just the two of them, when something bad happened to either. Hector never let himself or Arnie find out if they had other people they could trust.

But now they had someone like that back. Someone they could call.

Other thing was that there wasn't really much to tell. Hector was fine, the car was getting fixed, Arnie wasn't hurt very much. What was he supposed to make a scene for, when there was no proof something even happened?

He caught himself looking for the little wound in his hair in the mirror just to make sure he didn't dream the whole accident up.

They had a scheduled meeting with Isaiah on Saturday though and Arnie figured it was a good opportunity as any to get out and distract himself.

He wanted to stop waking up to the fear he was back at the car or keep checking Hector every 30 minutes like he would start coughing blood out of his sleep all of sudden.

No, this was good.

Isaiah took him on a tour around Vienna. He said it was a scandal Arnie didn't get to see the center yet and that he didn't know all the sights by memory now.

Isaiah definitely did. They took Tram D around the main ring of the first district. Many important things were all after each other, parliament, city hall, the two giant museums of natural history and art history right across each other, the giant theater, the Butterfly House...

Isaiah refused to take a car, when everything was so well-connected and they spend the day on foot, from one park to another, one big street to another.

Isaiah seemed to have a thought out plan of switching between greenery and impressive buildings, talking all about the style of architecture, how many times they were rebuild, who famous lived there.

Arnie was so overwhelmed with all the information he stopped putting it together halfway through. He took comfort from just Isaiah's relaxed mood, his zealous voice and ardent expression.

Everything was all good with the world again. One could believe it, listening to him.

Somewhere around midday they went to get lunch near the Schonenbrun castle and gardens, Isaiah treating him to schnitzel and cake for good measure. He never let Arnie pay for anything when they were together.

"I have the same inheritance as you do," Arnie objectdd as he took a sip from his cold brew coffee.

Isaiah smiled. "Yeah, but we will start this talk once you make your own. Rich or not, there is nothing like getting a paycheck for the first time. Your effort, you decision."

"So you want to pay for everything with what you earn?"

"The assistance job I got at the uni pays well. I also helped out with a city planning project last year that had very good funding."

Arnie leaned back in the chair. "That's cool. What about your whole wolf helping activities? Hector says you get called to things all around the city. Do you get any pay from that?"

Isaiah took a spoonful of his chocolate lava cake. "No, I don't do that for money. I like helping out."

"You shouldn't be doing that for free though, when it takes so much of your time. Or is it the contacts and favours you gather that way?"

"Isn't it worthwhile and helpful when you can give people things without having them pay for it?"

"Yeah sure, but that's sustainable if you actually use all the money you were born with. If you were born with it." He was getting the impression Isaaih didn't like relying on anything that came from their father. "Besides, don't people take skills and advice more seriously if they have to pay for it? If you give it for free, they might not take any interest at all. It's a way to show them something is valuable."

"What exactly would I call it? Hello, I have experience that your shadow is entirely manageable with the right kind of training, but your pack doesn't seem to know, so come and listen to me?" Isaiah shook his head. Way to insult the pack and trivialise the wolf's problems.

"You have expert training from leading packs of the West. If you wanted to make that systematically accessible through courses or stuff, I think people would find it easer to find you. You could even prevent most of the problems the packs and human authorities call you to."

Isaiah chuckled. "You aren't the first one to suggest something like that. Matthew said something similar. Even Seline said I could make it a job. I don't know. I like working in the academic environment as well."

"It's not like you would have to choose between one or the other. Plus academic jobs are pretty instable I hear."

"You didn't even start uni yet and you are hearing about uni conditions?"

Arnie shrugged. "Lots of protests about the Mittelbau and the time constrained chain contracts around lately." Apprently 80% of the academic workforce that didn't have safe professor status worked under conditioned contracts, always afraid if they were going to be prolonged or not and if they wouldn't have to move to another town just to get a job they specilized in.

"It's impressive you can understand it. You still thinking about law school?"

"Yep." Hector was very careful about not mentioning it too much so Arnie wouldn't feel pressured, but he knew Hector would find it useful. Even wolves had to respect the law.

And Arnie would love to feel a bit more powerful around them.

"You are still studying it too?"

"Additional classes and courses, yeah. It's not my main subject, but it's useful in practice."

Arnie hummed, satisfied with the prognosis of that. He wanted to know useful important stuff.

They talked some more about law and different teaching styles of different faculties.

Everything was going well, except the sun was becoming a bit too much and Arnie's temples were starting to pulse.

Why now? He finally relaxed, finally forgot about what happened at home...

His stomach flipped at the reminder. He was pleasantly full just a minute ago, but now it felt like too much.

They paid and strolled around the gardens, when Arnie said: "Let's sit in the shade for a bit?"

Isaiah gave him a puzzled look that they barely got up and Arnie wanted to sit down already, but complied.

For such a historical sight, there were lots of people chilling on the benches in the shadows. Lots of trees planted for that purpose aside all the magnificently styled flowers everywhere.

"It's really hot today," Arnie said, tugging at the collar of his buttonup. Short sleveed, but still.

"There is a good ice cream stand nearby. I'll get you some." Isaiah patted him on the back as he left.

Arnie slumped back on the bench, relieved to be out of sight for a bit. He didn't want to ruin the tour that Isaiah planned out so carefully, but his head was positively pounding.

He didn't get a headache after the accident. That was weird in hindsight. Usually, when something stressful like that happened, he would absolutely get one.

He must have been too worried for Hector to let himself relax enough for it to set in. Veins must have finally opened from their tense contraction, and that's what made it painful.

Cold sweat was gathering at the back of his neck. His right temple felt like someone was putting a drill to it, while the other was held in a crushing grip.

The sunlight was so blinding, even though he was in a nice shade. He felt goosebumps on his arms, as his lovely lunch churned inside him.

Arnie leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees as he swallowed heavily against the saliva pooling in his mouth.

His stomach let out an angry whine, cramping up. Arnie hid his face in his hands, taking quick shallow breaths. Not now, not now, not now.

He groaned as his lunch roiled inside him, sniffling. There weren't many people around him in particular but this was still a public space. Beautiful gardens under a tree with a view of the castle, no less.

A burp snuck its way past his lips. His upper lip was covered in sweat now too. He could taste the salt as he licked his lips.

Arnie knew from experience it would only make him more miserable to fight it. The pain in his temples pulsed in synch with his heartbeat.

When he looked up from his hands, the sunlight pierced his eyes even stronger. The pain in his left temple spiked and Arnie heaved, pulling his feet more apart.

He swallowed the first retch down, but the second almost made him choke. Letting his head hang between his knees, he burped, the third wave bringing up the cake and the cold coffee onto the ground.

His brain was buzzing in his skull, so he kept his eyes closed, completely giving in to the sensations. Another wave of puke landed between his feet. Arnie only hoped his shoes wouldn't get dirty.

"Aww kiddo. What happened to you?" He felt Isaiah's cold hand against his nape. Isaiah discarded the two scones of ice cream on the ground at the sight, sitting down gently next to him.

That's when another wave of yellow brown puke found its way up, tasting of the potato salad and meat. Arnie groaned, back arching as he vomited up the longest stream yet.

Isaiah held his shoulder to steady him, rubbing up and down with his thumb. "What happened? Did you feel sick suddenly? Or before? Is it the sun?"

Arnie burped emptily, spitting at the pool between his feat. The smell was making him nauseous still.

"I thought we took enough breaks in the shade. Maybe I miscalculated. You are sweating all over."

Arnie sniffled, his nose running. He kept his eyes closed still, the pounding in his head worse whenever the tried to open his eyes. He tilted towards Isaiah's voice blindly.

Isaiah obediently filled in the spot, letting Arnie lean against his shoulder. "Shhhhh. All good now. We will cool you down and you will feel better in no time."

Arnie sniffled again, curling into Isaiah's clean cologne, probably leaving a trail of snot behind. "Head hurtsss."

"I know, buddy, I know."

"...wanna go home."

Isaiah nodded over his head. "I'll call a taxi. We can go to my place too..."

Arnie shook his head. "Home." He wanted his own bed, his curtains, his medicine, though it would probably take a bit for his stomach to settle enough for it.

Isaiah was quite as they waited, only wrapping his arm around Arnie and helping him up when the taxi came. It was more or less a blurr for Arnie, who was glad Isaiah took over so eagerly, masterfully, despite not even knowing what was wrong.

As they sat in the back of the car, Arnie buried his face in Isaiah's chest, trying to muffle the sounds and light as much as possible.

"You will be okay. Just breathe."

"I'm sorry I ruined the trip."

"You didn't, you didn't. Should have chosen a later hour. With this heat-"

"Not the heat," Arnie sighed. "Migraine."

Isaiah tensed underneath him. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Miragine. It's fine. Not...not your fault."

"Since when do you get migraines?" Isaiah said in a strangled voice.

"Since I was 12? Or 13? Something like that." He moaned quietly as the car took a turn and jostled him.

Isaiah tighed his grip around his torso. They sat in silence for a while before he spoke again. "How often do you get them?"

"Not regularly anymore. Something...usually something triggers it."

Isaiah's hand went up his arm, gently sneaking into his sweaty hair. When Arnie leaned into the touch, Isaiah started rubbing at his temples gently.

"What triggered it this time?" Isaiah asked softly.

The car jostled them again, making them both jump up and down on their seats. Arnie tensed up, then buried his face against Isaiah's neck with a moan.

Isaiah held him as tight as he could without making it painful. Arnie fought against the growing pressure behind his eyes, lips pressed together.

"Arnie?"

Isaiah's voice was so soft and concerned in his ear it got the tears spilling down Arnie's cheeks. "I-it's nothing. Nothing really happened. We-we just-" He sobbed quietly.

"Shhhhh."

"We-we were in a car accident with Hex. Three days ago." He felt the coldness wash over them as the car came into the underground parking place of their apartment complex. Arnie blinked, leaning back, blinking his eyes open in relief at the darkness.

He looked at Isaiah with teary eyes. "I-I was driving and it wasn't my- but Hex, he- protected me and got super hurt and, and he is fine now..."

Isaiah watched him carefully, green eyes of the same shade meeting his. They seemed to have a glow in the dark from how intensity he focused on Arnie.

"But I was really scared, you know? And it's stupid to be upset about it, cause nothing h-happened-"

"It's not stupid. It was scary and horrible, no matter the outcome. I'm sorry."

"B-but I shouldn't be upset, right? Cause we are fine, we are both fine-" His breath hitched with another sob as another tear ran down his cheek. Some part of his brain wondered how the taxi driver didn't say a thing, waiting for Arnie to cry his eyes out on his backseat.

Isaiah brushed some sweaty blond hair away from Arnie's forehead. "And that's important that you are both healthy and okay. But it makes perfect sense you are upset too. You are allowed to get scared and worried."

Arnie's face twisted with another sob as Isaiah petted his hair gently, carefully watching him for any signs it was making the headache worse. But the pressure was really going down as Arnie let the emotion go, through words and tears.

"We didn't have to go out today if you were upset," Isaiah said.

"I wanted to see you though. And we had it scheduled..." so it was the best opportunity.

"If you called me, I would have come. We don't have to just meet when it's 'scheduled' or when you need help with something serious, you know?" Isaiah was still combing Arnie's hair away, when he started to look through his pockets with their other hand, manifesting a paper towel out of nowhere. "Here."

Arnie wiped his face and carefully blew his nose.

"I want to know when something happens in your lives. Good or bad, big or small," Isaiah said, no trace of reproach in his voice, though he sounded firm. "I want to be in the picture."

Arnie felt better hearing it somehow. It was like a permission to call him, even when the trouble wasn't real. Even if it was just Arnie wanting to talk.

The younger boy took a shaky breath, offering Isaiah a shy smile.

[exonerin]

19

Okay, 19 is pretty cool. Let me give you some background first. When I graduated high school, I spent two years training to be an officer on cruise/freight ships.

I quit doing that to study (plasma) physics instead. But it means I have some knowledge on SAR (search and rescue). And since I loved it, I've been keeping up watching videos (and I know that that is a far cry from any qualifications, but I suppose I can't be stopped).

And I wanted to write a fic about the search and rescue thing so badly. Incidentally, this is the only modern Obikin AU I have written so far.

Here's the synopsis:

"Dear Mister Kenobi, you are my last hope. I did not kill my mother. She's out there. You're the only one who can find her."

Obi-Wan was no stranger to the family of victims contacting him, desperate for his help to find their missing loved ones. Something about the case of Shmi Skywalker stands out to him.

Maybe it's the images of the young man crying in a small court room, pleading his innocence, begging law enforcement to continue searching. Those images and clips plastered over the internet and newspapers. They haunt him.

Anakin Skywalker haunts him.

And if only a fool would search every damned lake around Naboo, then Obi-Wan fears he's guilty as charged.

Here's an opening snippet (and please bear in mind that this is not edited and just a wip):

"They moved here from Utah. Think middle of the desert, small town, he abuses her and she escapes with her son," Quinlan said, his voice pitched to engage an audience. He would draw them in with short sentences, creating a sense of urgency.

"Picture this; they need a place to go. And she has relatives in Oregon. Seems good, right? Well, she is convinced her partner knows where she is. They relocate numerous time. Then, they end up in Naboo. A small, peaceful village surrounded by forests, sprawling nature. She's convinced this is the place where he will never find her. A year later, she disappears."

Obi-Wan had read the newspapers and watched the podcasts. He could dream the headlines and bold claims.

Shmi Skywalker still missing, police scale down search efforts.

Nine-thousand culmative search hours yield nothing in search for single mother

Lake County swallows another victim. Will the body ever be found?

Accident or murder? The odd missing case of Shmi Skywalker

Foul play suspected. Son A. Skywalker (19) arrested.

Fruitless search yields no body.

A. Skywalker released due to lack of evidence.

The world had already spun a tale, a dreadfully tragic one in which Anakin had murdered his mother over cash and driven her and her car in one of the lakes around Naboo.

"Now, you must understand, this case is new. Very new. But we were requested to help by family."

Obi-Wan's hands balled into fists, though he kept his expression placid as Quinlan refered to the request. One letter addressed to him that he had inadvertently memorized.

Dear Mister Kenobi, you are my last hope. I did not kill my mother. She's out there. You're the only one who can find her.

Finally, Quinlan wound down his speech.

"That's it," he said, and Ventress nodded before cutting the recording. Finally, Obi-Wan pushed away from their van, joining the duo by the picnic table Quinlan had selected as the throne for his regaling.

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I know where I want to take it and what I want to write. Furthermore, it wouldn't be a big fic, so it would be relatively low effort. But I haven't found the time to sit down and write it yet because I'm working on so many other projects. Maybe next year. (This here is the reason I never get anything done!)

[winchestergirl2]

August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.  

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.  

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary:  A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better. 

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice

[natsaffection]

Afraid of loosing you.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Word Count: 1720 words 

Warnings: Car crash, Gun use, mention of car accident, tiny bit of Angst, mentions of smut

Summary: Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

A/N: Hellou, My first Tumblr Fic so bare with me! Also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. Im also available for any requests! 

Natasha is more than just a killer. Many think that she has no feelings, no feelings for anything or anyone, that she is only pursuing her own intentions.But that's not entirely the truth. You know it. You know the real Natasha, your Natasha.

You met by accident and complicated circumstances. It was the time when the chitauri attacked in 2012. You were working in a cafe at the time and were helping the remaining customers to leave the shop when one of the chitauris stood in front of you and wanted to pull the trigger. You heard the shot, but felt nothing. You just saw the monster fall to the ground in front of you. You looked confused around and shortly thereafter saw the red-haired woman who saved your life. You froze when you saw her and thought you'd never see her again to say thank you.

However, after a few weeks she was standing in front of your shop and helping you to build it up again. That was a few years ago and you guys were having a little trouble making the relationship public. Natasha had her doubts about her name and was afraid of unwittingly putting you in danger. You assured her that you could take good care of yourself and she always agreed that, but inside she knew better.

"You're mumbling again (Y/N)..."

"Okay.. so you have a dream and you have to pee got it??"

"Yes.."

She changed her gaze from the road to you and saw the sparkle in your eyes which she loved so much about you when you tell a story,

"So and you're like -oh no, I'm about to pee my pants!- And then you wake up-”

“And you realize that you really have to pee.”

“exactly. It felt so real!”

“Everybody knows that feeling (Y/N)..”

"And that's what I'm getting at.. Because last night I dreamed.. That uhm... That we-"

"That we what Y/n?"

The other woman looked at you again, smirking to herself knowing how nervous you always are when you start to stutter.

"Well, I have- NAT WATCH OUT!"

Natasha suddenly looked back down the road and saw another vehicle speeding towards her. The car collided with yours and pushed you just over the edge of the bridge.

Desperate screams brought Natasha to her senses again and she looked around. She saw how several armed men got out of the completely unharmed car and came straight towards you,

"O-Oh my god, we're at the edge of the bridge! W-We are-"

"Hey hey calm down..Everything will be fine okay? Everything will be fine,"

In fact, she panicked. For the first time in her life she felt real panic. What is this feeling??

"Listen to me, you have to sit still, okay dorogoy? You can do that (Y/N),"

She saw the men getting closer and reached into her holster for her gun. She smashed the window and started firing,

"Cover your ears!"

You didn't need to be told twice and did what she said and ducked down too. Suddenly you heard not only Natasha's bullets, but also several others who followed and felt their vibrations in the car.

"Stay down, the bullets will come through the window, but not through the sheet metal!"

I heard one of the men scream and assumed that Natasha had hit one of the attackers and gave hope. We'll get out of here..Natasha will-

"(Y/N) get in the back seat."

"W-What?!"

Natasha slid down in her seat and reloaded her gun and looked at you, "You have to get in the back seat and get out of the car-"

"Y-You told me to sit still and now you're changing your mind?! What if-"

She leaned down and took your face in her hands and looked you straight in the eyes, "The car won't move, please (Y/N)..Go. to. the. Backseat."

"Okay.."

You did as she told you again and made your way to the back, "Wait for my signal, all right?"

"o-okay.."

"It will be alright."

You heard the words and really started to believe that you're going to make it. However, the words were not to you but to Natasha herself. She needs to look ahead and get you out of there safely!

Natasha's gun was fully loaded again and fired again,

"Now Y/n!"

You open the door without hesitation and crawl out. You closed the door and leaned in.

The shots stopped suddenly and you panicked. Is Natasha okay? What if she got hit?

You were about to look up when a hand on your shoulder made you flinch, "I'm here Detka, I'm here.."

"I want to go home.."

„I know...Steve and the others are already on their way okay? You're almost there..I just have to-"

She was about to get up when your iron grip stopped her, "Where-WHERE do you want to go? Don't leave me alone, please..."

"Detka, there are still some running around, I have to stop them-"

"Why? Let them! please don't go.."

She doesn't want to tell you, but she wants to hunt down and kill every single one who dares to hurt you. What do they even think of just trying?

"(Y/N) listen to me car- Hey! listen to me now. You run down the street and Wanda will meet you there okay?”

"What about you!"

"I'll be fine."

You knew there was no point in arguing with the Black Widow and finally gave in, "Promise me you'll come back to me."

"I promise you and now go."

You grabbed your feet and ran down the street. You were too far away to see Natasha's anger and lust. She made sure whoever sent the attack, knows to not get in the way of her and her girl ever again.

Natasha was right and a few minutes later you were in the safe arms of Wanda and Clint. The two ran towards you and Clint kept running towards natasha, "Hey hey, you're safe now, you-"

"Natasha is still with them, what is-" Despite the panic Wanda saw in your eyes, she can say with confidence, that Natasha will join them in a few minutes, "Never underestimate the Black Widow Y/n. She'll be fine with a few idiots..." It was the longest seven minutes of your life when you saw two figures walking towards you and Wanda across the street. You literally got a stone off your chest when you were back in the familiar arms.

It's been two days since then and you two haven't exchanged a single word since the incident. You even started to wonder if your behavior in the car was the reason why Natasha avoided you. Should you have been faster? Should you have heard what she told you from the start? you didn't know. You tried to get answers from her best friend, but only got the statement "You should discuss that with Nat yourself." How the hell are you supposed to do that when she's constantly avoiding you?

You went through all this for another two days until you had enough. You didn't know where the courage came from, but you wanted it finally cleared up. So you went straight to Natasha's room and stormed in. "Can we talk please?"

"Why are you just barging in here, what if-"

"If what? you would have been naked?" She dropped her current activity and now looked directly at you, "It's not like I know how you look naked-" You started mumbling again, "Could you please stop saying the word 'naked' over and over again?"

"Am I bothering you with that? Now guess what's bothering me! You've been avoiding me for days, did I do something wrong?!" You walked to her and so she could see the tears in your eyes, "You have done nothing wrong.."

"Then... why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, I hate me! That's it...God" Now you wouldn't have expected that statement. Natasha sat down on the edge of your- well her bed, "I knew it was all a mistake," She sigh and you get tense, "W-What?" She realized what she was saying and stood up and walked towards you. However, now you were the one who took a step backwards, "Shit, (Y/N) I didn't mean-"

"No, you meant that we were a mistake. That's it, isn't it?"

"Well yeah, but also, fuck I.. don't know.." You noticed that she wasn't angry or sad. Natasha was confused, she was afraid. Afraid of putting you in danger again to confirm her first doubts.

That she can't love you.

"Nat..I'm fine okay? thanks to you..."

"Because of me you were in this situation in the first place!"

"It may well be, but you've proven to me and all to yourself that you can protect me. These guys showed up..unpredictably just like a car accident would, okay? The main thing is, that you and I are fine." You walked up to her and took her hand in yours" I love you Natasha Romanoff and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what."

"I thought I would lose you..."

"But you didn't. I'm right in front of you, see? See-" You try to cheer up the mood by picking her cheeks with your index finger. It seems to be working as you finally see her beautiful smile again "Stop doing that.."

"Ok I'm sorry.." She looked you in the eyes for several seconds and realized that you were totally serious. She understood that you're right, although she doesn't want to admit that to herself. “I love you so much (Y/N) L/N) and I'm sorry for ignoring you." She pulled you into her arms, “Hm, those were terribly boring days without you.” She looked down at you and begun to smirk, “Then let me catch up on those days now.”

You pull yourself out of the Hug, ready to leave the room again, “I'd like to enjoy that..but we have to go down to dinner..”

“No Malysh..We still have four minutes and I can do a lot of things in that time.”

[disconnected-from-reality]

Fanfic rec: Bones B&B - 6x09 (Doctor in the Photo)

Have you ever had a phase in your fanfic reading journey when you are just fixated on a specific part/episode/scene, and you just want to read every single alternate outcome or fix-its the fanfics out there have there to offer?

Well, me too, and this is how this post has come to life! It's quite a shame there's not a lot of fanfics out there for this episode, so I tried to list the fics that could possibly scratch the itch. Haha!

Fanfics in this list are set either during or post Doctor in the Photo. You will be able to recognize on the very start of each fanfic. And as usual, all are complete with happy endings.

Enough about my ramblings. Have fun reading!

The Anthropologist in the Accident by Serendipity730 [Words: <32,019 | T: Suitable for teens] This is set before the final scenes of the Doctor in the Photo. What if Booth hadn't been there to rescue Bones from the car?

Secrets and Regrets by CJsMom [Words: <50,910 | T: Suitable for teens] Post Doctor in the Photo. Brennan doesn't confess to Booth, but tries to deal with her regrets on her own. Eventual B & B.

Try by MiseryMaker [Words: <29,774 | T: Suitable for teens] Post "Doctor in the Photo" fic. No matter how dark it gets and no matter how many times they screw it up, it's never too late. Not when two people are really in love.

Quicksand by MoreBonesPlz [Words: <46,783 | T: Suitable for teens] What if after the infamous B&B conversation in the truck during The Doctor in the Photo where Booth told Brennan she'd missed her chance, Brennan didn't acquiesce? What if once opened, she no longer found it possible to close the Pandora's box with respect to her feelings for Booth?

Change in the Story by TheZygomaticArch [Words: <79,749 | T: Suitable for teens] I didn't like how the relationship between B&B was handled after Doctor in the Photo- so here's is my alternative. I wanted more struggle and passion! And then what happens when they DO get together? Lots of love,conflict,&twists. Same crimes. New story.

Stars Above Our Heads by TempeJill [Words: <42,341 | T: Suitable for teens] Following the events of The Doctor in the Photo, Booth severely distances himself from Brennan, leaving her to feel lost and alone, without even the comfort of Angela or the other squints to help her through it all.

The Heart Won't Lie by razztaztic [Words: 16,531 | T: Suitable for teens | Also Available in Ao3 | Ao3 Account Required] My story for the 2012 Secret Santa Fanfic Exchange, organized by Biba79, which answers this prompt: "What if Booth hadn't been able to get to Brennan in time and she was hit by the car in 'Doctor in the Photo?"

You Look Like Yourself, But You're Somebody Else by cortexx [Words: 90,073 | Mature | Also Available in FFN] A different series of events that follow 6x09 - The Doctor in the Photo

The Prize in the Consolation by LJLanham [Words: <8,438 | T: Suitable for teens] Another follow-up to "The Doctor in the Photo." Will Booth and Brennan both come to their senses with a little help from Angela?

Let me know what you think of this list. I'd love to have some feedback! I'll be back with a new list soon, hopefully!

Looking for other fanfic recommendations? I might have something you're interested in, or if you have requests feel free to ask!

[tiltedsyllogism]

For All Mankind fic bonanza!

As of a few hours ago, there are suddenly eight new fanworks in the FAM tag on Ao3! This is because Battleship 2024 just ended, and so all of the fanworks created for it over the past few weeks -- which, as per game rules, were hidden for the course of the game -- have suddenly become available (though they will remain anonymous for another two weeks.)

Because there are so many of them, and because most of them still bear their original posting dates and thus risk getting buried, I decided to make a compilation post! So here they are, in order of posting:

1) Now entering the studio... an Aleida and Bill friendship fic in which Aleida gets Bill the perfect birthday gift: a chance to audition for Jeopardy!

2) Bad or Mad or Wise? Irina watches, and enjoys, surveillance videos of Margo and Sergei's homes. This one comes with a noncon warning: the recorded sex that Irina is watching is consensual, but the recording and the watching are not.

3) Untitled Goose Fic A story leveraging the timeless classic trope of soulmate-bond-enforced-by-a-goose, about Ellen and Larry as platonic soulmates.

4) fade back in A post s-3 Ellen and Larry fic about an evening Ellen spends at Larry's after a minor but scary car accident.

5) Harsh Mistress A trio of drabbles (100-word ficlets) about Molly, Gordo and Ellen each having creepy experiences on the moon.

6) Wanderers Still Another Aleida and Bill friendship fic, about an evening they spend drinking together.

7) Nothing left on the kitchen shelf A long and in-depth (20k!) character study of Karen Baldwin, set post S2. At the end of her rope, Karen heads west on an impulsive road trip.

8) A podfic of Re: Re: Re: Re: Urgent: Apollo-Soyuz by PorcupineGirl Which is AMAZING (and based on an amazing story!) but also very doofy because I requested a podfic of this exact story from one of the Fandom Trumps Hate auctions I won, and it was just posted the other day. So now we have a total of two podfics in this entire fandom and they are the exact same story. But at least it's a very good story!