#i know what's gonna happen but it's still going to hit me like an ambulance

[luveline]

I'm in an angsty mood.. and I love love love Spencer x bombshell!reader.

maybe she gets hurt somehow (maybe like an unsub or something) but refuses to get checked out

ty for requesting!! sry this isn't super angsty 

cw criminal minds typical gun violence

Blood is a strange thing. It can run quickly or slow, feel tepid or burning hot. It's warm and uncomfortable as it slinks down the curve of your shoulder to the very tip of your index finger, dark as coal pitch in the poor lightning. 

The gunfight is promptly ended, so quickly that no one even knows you've been hit. Morgan throws himself at one unsub and the other is shot in the thigh. Your ears ring, a gun firing too close to your head, clearly. 

In all the hubbub, nobody notices you're hurt. 

You'd like to keep it that way. 

It's not that you believe you're infallible, nor that the others believe it either, but in the grand scheme of things it is a very small cut that you can attend to in your hotel room alone with a butterfly stitch or even a roll of bandages. There's no way it requires real stitches, and no way you're gonna sit in the back of an ambulance for the next hour. 

Your jacket is black. The wound clots itself while you're in the SUV —you choose a window where your arm faces away from everyone and you manage it. And truthfully… you would like the others to think you're smarter than getting hit by a stray bullet. After everything that's happened lately, you've reason to build yourself up. Let the others hold you in some prestige again. 

It works for a time. You get back to the hotel, and everyone says goodnight. Your room is clean and waiting for your return. 

You'd collapse into bed if it didn't mean you'd leave a bloody line on the linens. You shed your ruined jacket and throw it in the trash. Your shirt is split where the bullet nicked you, and that comes off next. The wound begins bleeding sluggishly at the agitation but doesn't erupt, and stays strong as you wipe the skin clean around it. Your fingers mar with copper stain, the face cloth you've sacrificed turning an ugly brown, but eventually you've cleaned the skin enough to see the damage. 

It's deep but small. A nick. 

The issue is your lack of bandages. It's a hotel room, a small one. There's no first aid kit and your go bag is sorely lacking. Which means… 

You have to go bat your eyelids at someone, and if you're being honest, you only ever want to do that to one Dr. Spencer Reid. 

He's not expecting you, clearly. You weren't expecting it either. "Hey," he says, rubbing his eyes, his pyjama pants flush to the floor. 

"You were sleeping? I'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry, are you kidding me?" He opens the door wider to encourage you in, turning away from you as he murmurs, "S'like my dream." 

He must be very tired. You beam like a fool and follow him inside. "I had a dream like this once, too. Same kind of dream, do you think?" 

"Knowing you, probably." He's growing more comfortable with you, but he's still clearly a little flustered to be this suddenly presented with you, wrapping himself up in a cardigan hanging over the single sad chair. "What's up?" 

"I'm glad you asked." You take your uninjured arm out of your coat, and then the other. You know what you're doing, laughing softly as his eyes turn to dark dimes in an otherwise pale face. "I need your help with something, Spence." 

"Uh–" He stammers, looking you up and down with shock. "Um, I–" He licks his lips quickly. "Okay." 

You kind of hate that you aren't there to seduce him for a split second. Too bad your arm has started to throb. "I need a bandaid," you say, turning your arm into his line of sight. "Help me out?" 

—

"I know something you don't know," Morgan sing-songs. Emily sips her coffee, mildly interested by her friend's taunting. She doesn't give him any feeding, waiting, and sure enough he cracks. "What, you don't want to know?" 

"You want to tell me, right?" 

"Mm, no. I'll tell Penelope." 

"Fine! Alright, what is it?" She breaks, putting her coffee down on the little table in front of her. They're sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for Hotch and the others to collect their things. The jet awaits, as do a few hours in the air before she gets to sleep in her own bed again. 

"I saw–" Morgan laughs. "This is too good. I saw a certain bombshell visiting Reid last night. After hours."

Emily's heart kicks in. "No way!" she gasps. "I mean, I know there's something between them, we all know that, but– his room, seriously?" 

"He didn't even question her. She knocked, he answered, she went inside." 

"What were you doing up?" 

"That's my business," Morgan says. 

Emily leans forward to gossip. This is insane. Sure, you flirt with Spencer relentlessly, and sure, he blushes like he loves it the majority of the time, he even manages to get you back, but you're sleeping together? "This is so scandalous," she whispers. 

Her job is hard, but God does Emily love her team. She's genuinely happy for you both, but seriously! She giggles to herself at the drama of it all, and Morgan looks like he might say more, but then he looks behind her and stops. 

Emily turns. You and Spencer are walking out of the elevator together, and while you aren't looking more coupled than usual, Spencer's acting unusually. "You're sure you're okay?" he asks, hushed but carrying in the relatively quiet lobby. 

"I promise I'm okay, Spence." Your voice drops. "It's our secret, okay?" 

"Sure, but–" He takes your hand, there, where everyone can see, the love in the line of his shoulders clear to anyone who might be watching, which Emily and Morgan very much are. "Can I look at it again?" 

Morgan laughs into his hand, hiding it with a cough too late. Emily kicks his leg and he looks admonished, but it doesn't convince you where you look up from your conversation, the same surprise written in your features as Emily herself feels while Spencer continues, "You need to let me take care of you," he says, practically pleading. 

"Spencer," you say, looking Emily straight in the eye, "you took care of me just fine last night." 

She gawps. 

Spencer whispers in response to your lowered tone, making his answer partially inaudible, "It was my first…" He shakes his head. "I've never…  and I know you said it didn't hurt that much but… go see a doctor–" 

You stop him with an affectionate smile. "You could never hurt me, handsome. Do I look like I'm in pain?" 

"No." Spencer drops your hand. "If you're sure. Let me go get you a drink, okay? Go sit down." 

"Yes sir." 

Nothing about you says anything different to usual as you sit on the lobby chair next to Morgan's, beside your worn hoodie. You fiddle with a fraying sleeve as you kick one leg over the other, giving your friends a pleased smile. "Morning," you say lightly. 

Emily genuinely doesn't know what to say. Her mouth hangs slightly ajar. "I…" 

"You're shameless," Morgan says with a laugh. 

"Look," you say, shrugging though the action makes you wince, "I could tell you the truth and you wouldn't believe me." 

"Sure we wouldn't. Reid looks like a lost puppy right now." 

Spencer stands anxiously by the coffee machine across the way, his gaze locked solidly on you where you sit. You throw him a smile and he looks away. 

"I don't deserve him," you say softly. 

Spencer carries your bag for you all the way to the BAU. Emily doesn't think it's a question of deserving, though you do, only an example of Spencer's big heart. And, you know, post hookup appreciation, or something. 

[anthotneystark]

I wanna reach out and grab ya

(edit: now on ao3!)

In the aftermath, as the dust settles, the world shakes.

He expects it, but it still catches him off balance.

He leans against the ambulance, brushes off Nancy’s comment about him needing medical care. Jonathan gives him a look like he wants to call him out on it, but he lets it go. He’s not sure how long he’s been awake, but he knows that if either of them really pressed him, he’d fold like a paper bag.

You know, easily but with a decent amount of noise.

It’s all he can do to keep upright, using the cool metal door to help. The world doesn’t exactly feel steady, but he took a few hits to the head and he’s sure that’s not helping. There’s a ringing in his ears, his sides ache, his face burns, and he’s not altogether sure how long he’s been awake. He’s sure it’s been somewhere along the lines of too long. He’s not looking forward to going home, not when all he’s got waiting there is a cold, empty house. His parents won’t be back for a few more weeks.

Even if there’s a part of him, a big part if he can admit it, that desperately wants his mom to be there, he’s not going to call and ask for her. He’s supposed to be an adult now, he’s supposed to be growing up, he can’t call for her.

Even if it stings a little, watching other people reuniting with their families.

He loses track of time a little, and is only snapped out of it when he’s dragged into a hug. It’s tight, warm, and so gentle for how fierce it is. He reflexively hugs back before he puts it all together, before he recognizes that it’s Claudia Henderson. She’s saying something, but he can’t really hear it because he’s too busy trying to catch up on what exactly is happening. When she pulls back, she either repeats it or it’s a different question.

Robin answers before he can.

“Yeah, Steve’s gonna stay with me tonight.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, dingus, remember?”

“Right, yeah, I’m staying with her tonight.” Except. “How are we getting to your place? I lost my keys,” he adds.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’ll take you,” Claudia says. A godsend, really, always. He’s going to need to get new keys entirely given that his have probably been melted by the fire, but he can’t tell her that.

Robin sticks to his side as they go to the car, her hand slides into his and he holds on tight. He doesn’t let go until they’re in her house, after the quiet car ride where he almost dozed off a dozen times. Her parents are at work, both on the night shift at the moment, so it’s just them. Convenient, given that they’re probably going to wake up screaming at some point. She shoves him into the bathroom first and he uses her strawberry shampoo and doesn’t bother to even attempt anything resembling his usual process for cleaning up.

While she takes her turn, he pulls on the clothes she set out. A Hawkins Band tee shirt that’s a little tight and a pair of gym shorts that are probably bigger than his own. He’s almost dozing when she starts messing with his hair, helping to dry it without him even noticing she’d finished her shower. It’s more a nervous movement than anything, but it feels nice.

“We’re going to need to keep some of your clothes here, you know.”

“Why?”

“So you have something to wear, obviously.”

Obviously. Because he’s going to stay with her sometimes. He should have her clothes at his place too then, even if he’s perfectly willing to let her raid his closet. He likes the idea though, the plan to mesh themselves together already. He’s never had anyone in his life who’s made themselves at home in his heart this quickly.

He’s not sure when he drifts off, when she tugs him the rest of the way onto the bed, when she pulls the blanket up, only distantly feels the way she leans into him, the way he reflexively curls into her.

She feels like she’s always been here with him and he can’t figure out how he lived without her.

----------

Robin is perfect.

Not like, literally, and it’s not the same as when he’d say it about Nancy.

That’s the other thing that he figures out with her. He’s really not in love with Nancy. He’d said it, but it really sinks in later. It sinks in the first time they talk about romance, as he tries to give her flirting advice while she laughs at him and asks if he needs a new whiteboard.

They do mingle their closets too, as planned. She still steals his clothes, and he ends up wearing her tee shirts more than his own. She takes him thrifting and shows him all her secrets and he teaches her the art of negotiation in stores.

(She’s in awe when he talks down a sales clerk over a stain that he then magics away in the laundry room at his house.)

He shows her how he learned to cook and she helps him to get creative with new ideas. She demands the first bite every time, and he’s happy to share it.

Her parents welcome him though. Her mom teaches him more about first aid than he learned lifeguarding, and her dad teaches him more about cars in his spare time. He’d known some, but it’s nice, being taught instead of just figuring things out on his own through trial and error. It doesn’t take long for him to get fully intermingled in the Buckley family and it’s the most love he’s ever felt.

Somewhere between the whiteboard and that first night spent sharing a bed, they become SteveAndRobin. Somewhere between her mom finishing her shift and finding them curled up on the couch watching cartoons (because after being exposed to terrifying monsters and soldiers, cartoons are necessary) and her dad coming home to find all three of them wrapped up in it, he finds out he fits perfectly in this space.

Somewhere between the first family dinner and the start of the school year, he unofficially becomes a Buckley.

Sitting there in the hospital waiting room, collapsed into a chair because he’s never felt this exhausted, with Robin at one side and Dustin at the other, with Erica and Lucas whispering with Nancy, with Eddie and Max in surgery, he feels it all building up. All the feelings he’d tried to push down, the fear and panic and pain, bubbling up to the surface. He’s not really looking where his eyes are aimed, not even paying attention until Robin is forcing his heavy, aching limbs up and toward an empty room. She gives him a look as she leaves him on the bed and he’s not even confused about her leaving him there to go back to the waiting room because it’s better if she stays with Dustin anyway.

Except then the door is opening again, with a familiar and welcome sight stepping in.

And then it’s all too much.

Those emotions bubble over with a half-sobbed “Mom” and then arms are around him, holding him together as he splinters into a million pieces.

His mother smells like expensive perfume, floral and chemical and strong. But Betty Buckley smells like antiseptic and cinnamon and it’s the most comforting smell in the world right then.

She doesn’t question the grime or blood staining his clothes, doesn’t try to get him to tell her what happened, just holds him because he can’t break in front of the kids, can’t let them see how much he’s struggling right now. He needs this, is the thing. He hasn’t really broken down yet because he has to be the strong one, he has to be tough, even if it kills him, but she’s safe. She’s safe enough for him to let go.

She lets him get it all out, and still doesn’t ask anything. It doesn’t really matter, not at the moment, so she just brushes his hair off his forehead, uses a damp cloth to wipe away some of the dirt, helps him to pull on scrubs before halting that process to treat his back and arms and sides and neck. He’s gone a little numb, but she moves quick anyway. And then he’s on his back, an IV hooked into his hand, and she’s pressing a kiss to his forehead and telling him to rest.

So he does.

It’s not a conscious decision, more like he was just waiting for someone to tell him he could.

When he wakes, Robin is in the bed next to him. Dustin is on a rolling cot against the wall. He knows without knowing that Max is down the hall, Lucas and Erica are with her, and Nancy is probably bossing around everyone in that way she does that he can’t help respecting. He doesn’t stay awake long.

----------

He’s going stir crazy.

There’s a lot of mixed feelings. On one hand, he’s slept a lot. On the other, the town is a little broken. Robin and Dustin are volunteering, and he’ll join them when he can get out there, but Richard Buckley is under strict orders to keep him from making an escape. The plant has been temporarily shut down, and he’s a glass half-full kind of guy, but it’s really inconvenient for Steve’s desire to be out of the hospital.

He still loves him though, really.

He finally gets a window when Rich steps out for real food.

(It had been hilarious when he and Robin established their dads are both “Richard”, but while Steve’s dad thinks shortening it sounds ridiculous, Robin’s dad loves to give himself new short names at every opportunity. The week he wanted to go by Chard was a fun week.)

He goes for the door, playing nonchalant, and is dismayed to find someone sitting outside.

“He told me you’d try and escape,” the man says, not looking up from his newspaper.

“I’m not escaping,” he lies.

“Humor me.” The man looks over at him then and Steve has to bite back his surprise. “Huh. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your last name isn’t Buckley.”

“It’s not.”

“Then why have I been hearing for months about Ritchie’s boy?”

“Technically I am that.”

“Not the right one though.”

“No, but that’s sematics.”

“You’re missing an ‘n’ there, son.” The correction is gentle, carrying the tone of someone who’s used to reminding someone else of little details. For some reason, it doesn’t sting like it did when other people corrected him.

“Right, yeah.”

“You had a bit of blood loss, I hear. Maybe you should lay back down again.”

“I can’t. There’s…people are out there and need help. Other people got hurt worse than me. I can’t just lay here and do nothing.”

“You’re not doing nothing, you’re recovering.”

“I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like you are,” he half mumbles, and god, it’s so familiar it aches.

“I don’t know why you’re focused on keeping me in bed. You of all people should be fine with me going out there to help out.” There’s a beat of silence, where Steve thinks he maybe overstepped, getting just a sigh in return.

“Maybe. But I know damn well how important you are to a friend of mine and he asked for a favor. I’m not about to let him down.”

“Mr. Munson –”

“Wayne.”

“…Wayne. You should go back to Eddie. He needs you more.”

“He’s got a visitor already. I’m not hovering.”

“I think you’re hovering a bit here.”

“Well opinions are like assholes, son. Everyone’s got one.” It’s enough to startle a laugh out of him, as Wayne stands up and ushers him back into the room. He didn’t notice while he was standing there as the pain in his muscles, the itching of the scabs, the exhaustion in his bones, creeps back up on him. He protests, but doesn’t really fight as he’s nudged back into the too firm mattress.

“Get some more rest, kid. Long days are coming, take advantage while you can.”

----------

“I just don’t get it!”

“Is he still talking about this?”

Robin’s groan is the only answer he needs. Dustin, back on his usual arguments after saving the world again, is expanding his hobby. Now he’s not just bugging Steve and Robin about their love life (love lives?), he’s dragging others in on the argument too.

“Dusty-buns, you seem to be awful involved in this,” Eddie teases. “Maybe you have a crush on Robin.” She makes a face, throws a marshmallow at him, and Steve snorts as he cackles.

“No! I just don’t know why they won’t date! Eddie, back me up on this,” Dustin says. “They’re perfect for each other! They laugh at the same jokes, share clothes all the time, and don’t even argue, Steve, I’ve seen her wear your jeans before and you’ve worn her sweaters. They share food with each other, spend all their time together, and they share chapstick!”

“Hey, we don’t spend all our time together! Sometimes I wait for her to bike to my house.”

“Not helping, babe.”

“See!” Dustin is probably seconds from losing his marbles, and Steve really should put him out of his misery, but it’s too funny still.

“You’re missing some key information, boy-genius,” Eddie says.

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that they’re never going to date.”

“That’s what doesn’t make sense!”

“Robin, pass me our chapstick,” Steve says, just to make Dustin a little more insane.

“You had it last. Steven, did you lose our chapstick?”

“I definitely gave it back to you.”

“Here you go,” Eddie says, tossing the little tube to Steve with a grin. Dustin’s eyes dart between the three of them like he’s just gotten new information.

“Eddie. Are you…dating Robin?”

It’s Steve’s turn to groan, and he doesn’t need to look to see the face Robin is making.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, Eddie is dating me!” Now he’s silent. And Steve is going to panic if he stays silent.

“Huh. That makes a lot of sense. You were weirdly jealous.”

“I was what? No I wasn’t!”

“You kind of were,” Robin adds.

“And it makes sense why you wouldn’t date Robin, who is literally perfect for you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends.”

“Yeah, and I could be literally perfect for him, pipsqueak,” Eddie says, grabbing one of Robin’s marshmallows to throw at him.

“You and Robin are still weirdly codependent, it has to be said,” Dustin insists, batting away Eddie’s attempts to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you get psychically linked to each other. Get used to it, Henderson.”

“You’re what?!” Eddie and Dustin’s voices overlap, but they’re both drowned out by his and Robin’s laughter.

Their expressions alone are worth the lecture they’re going to get about keeping secrets.

[moonstruckme]

Poly!EMT!Marauders x reader where they are in an established relationship and she gets really hurt… I’m a slut for hurt/comfort and protective bfs

Thanks for requesting!

cw: bike accident, injuries, concussion

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k words

You don’t remember getting out your phone, but Remus answers on the second ring. 

“Hello?”

“I…um…”

The woman who’d stopped to help eases the phone out of your grasp, putting it to her ear. “Hello?” 

She starts to fill Remus in on what’s happened. A car moved into the bike lane, probably by mistake. They didn’t see you. You’d panicked, throwing yourself away from it and out of the road. You’d hit the ground hard. The car had kept going. You’re not sure you can move. 

Your body, the entire left side, is in agony, stinging and burning and throbbing all at once. The ground is cold, seeping through your clothes. Your head is warm, though. Fuzzy. 

“Dove?” There’s an insistent tapping at your cheek. “Dove, come on, lovely.” 

Your eyelids are impossibly heavy. Something pushes against a sore spot on your head, and a whine escapes you. 

“There you go, just open your eyes.” Remus’ face is in front of yours, his eyes flitting between your eyes and something else. “Good job. I need you to stay awake for me, okay?” 

You make a sound somewhere between a hum and a moan. 

“Do you know where you are?” 

You squint up at him. The sun filters through your boyfriend’s hair like a halo. “A car almost hit me.” 

Remus’ eyebrows draw further together. “I heard, honey. Can you tell me what day it is?” 

“Mhm.” 

He waits a second. “What day?” 

“What?” 

“It’s Tuesday,” the woman says helpfully. 

Her voice comes from over by the road. You try to turn your head to find her, to say thank you, but Remus stops you with a hand on your jaw. 

“Thank you,” he calls to her. “I’m just testing her for a concussion, though.” 

You think you see him roll his eyes when he turns back towards you. 

“Okay.” He sets a hand on top of your head, warm and weighty and reassuring. You close your eyes, savoring the touch. “Hey, eyes open.” There’s a gentle stroke at your cheek, then a hard tap. You look at him. “Sorry, love, you’ve gotta stay awake. James and Sirius are on their way, okay?” 

“They…” You feel your eyebrows pinch. “They’re at work.” 

“I know. They’re coming in the ambulance, to help.” 

You feel the beginnings of a groggy sort of terror. It chills your blood and clogs your airways. You don’t want to go to the hospital. You want Sirius and James, but you want them to take you home. You want the soft warmth of your bed, not needles and prodding and the harshness of all those sounds and lights.

“Hey,” Remus says. His thumb strokes at your temple. You hear a shrill wailing in the distance, coming towards you. “Hey, look at me—you’re safe, honey.” His eyebrows press close together as he looks into your eyes, imploring. “It’s going to be okay.” 

The ambulance gets there quicker than you can respond, or maybe you just sit in silence until it arrives. Time is moving oddly. Your breath seems to take ages to pass through your lungs, but in a blink Sirius is hopping out of the van, jogging to your side. 

“She’s got a concussion, definitely dislocated shoulder and likely broken wrist,” Remus calls as he approaches. 

“Got it.” Sirius crouches in front of you. “Hello, gorgeous. Rough morning?” 

“A little.” 

He grins, lopsided and a bit strained. “Looks like it. Well don’t worry, our first order of business is getting you on some pain meds.” 

“I don’t want a needle.” 

Sirius’ smile slips a bit. “Sure you do, dollface. Trust me, it’ll help.” 

“You’re going to be in so much less pain with an IV,” Remus reasons, still stroking your hairline. “You won’t even know it’s there.” 

“I don’t…” 

James comes over with a gurney. “How’s our girl doing?”

“Great.” Sirius takes the hand on your uninjured side, giving it a little squeeze. “We’re gonna need a splint and a sling, but she should be okay to move.” 

The boys don’t need much talking to coordinate, and a second later you’re being transferred onto the gurney. Remus and James hold your injured arm tight to your side, and still a muffled groan tears from between your teeth. 

“I know, sweetheart.” James kisses your forehead as they stand the gurney up. “I know, I’m sorry.” 

He’s holding something to your head. You try to look up at it, but you can’t. “What is that?” 

“This? It looks like, uh…a dish towel? Rem?” 

Remus shrugs, crawling up into the ambulance. “I knew she was bleeding, and I took what was on hand.” 

Bleeding. You had been bleeding, you remember. You wonder how much you’d lost. You feel a bit less foggy now, though still a bit dazed. 

“How bad is it?” you ask James quietly. 

“Not bad,” he tells you, looking at you as he says it so you’ll know he’s being honest. He helps Sirius lift you into the ambulance. “You’ll need a couple of stitches, but it won’t be horrid.” 

You must pale at the mention of stitches, because Remus gives you a sympathetic look, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. “Don’t worry about it right now, dove. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’m not on shift, so I can stay after the boys drop us off.” 

“Fuck that,” Sirius says, lifting the dish towel from your head to get a look at the cut. “I’m staying too.” 

“It’s been a slow day,” James agrees. “If they need us for anything, we’ll go back out.” 

Sirius huffs. “We’ll see.” He presses some gauze over your cut, taping it down. 

James goes to the window at the front, telling the paramedic driving that you’re good to go. You feel something cold on your arm, and look over to see Remus cleaning the crook of your elbow with a wipe just before Sirius blocks your view with his hand. He tilts your head back towards him. 

“Look at me,” he instructs. “You’re okay, baby.” 

You try to look back towards Remus, but Sirius’ hand is firm, keeping you still. 

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen,” he offers. “We’re going to give the pain meds a few minutes to kick in, then put your wrist in a brace. Our best bet for your shoulder is just to keep it still until” —You hiss as you feel the small needle pierce your skin, and Sirius’ brows twitch together commiseratingly—  “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “We’ll keep your shoulder still until we get to the hospital, and there, they’ll set that, stitch your head up, and give you a cast for your wrist. Sound okay, doll?” 

“Yeah,” you manage. 

He presses his lips to your forehead, letting them sit there for a second before pulling away. When he moves his hand, Remus has just finished taping down the IV. 

He runs his thumb over the delicate skin of your forearm fondly. “You’re doing so well, dove.”

“Thanks,” you squeak, and your vision blurs frustratingly. You press your lips together. 

“Hey, what’s up?” James’ tone is light, but you can hear the worry behind it. “Is it the pain?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes as tears slip down your face. You’ve got no good hands to wipe them with, an IV in one arm and the other limp and useless. 

“You’re alright.” Remus rubs your good shoulder. His voice is low and tranquilizing. “Take a breath.” 

“I—I can’t stop.” Your breath comes in embarrassing, ragged gasps. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry for anything, angel,” James says. “Just breathe.”

You try, filling your lungs as best you can with your eyes still squeezed shut. The hot tears remind you of the feeling of warm blood on your face, and that only makes you cry harder. Remus rubs your shoulder, murmuring quiet assurances. 

After a while, Sirius speaks tentatively. “The meds should be working by now,” he says. “Do you feel any better?” 

You sniff. You hadn’t even noticed the pain fading. “Yeah, I—I think so.” 

“Okay.” He thumbs at your tears almost apologetically. “We’re gonna use this blow-up thingy to stabilize your wrist.” 

“It shouldn’t hurt too badly,” James says, taking your hand in his, “but if it does, just give me a squeeze, okay?” He smiles. “You can break my hand a little if you need to. Then we’ll really be in this together.” 

You do your best to smile back at him. He looks like he appreciates it. 

“Deep breaths,” Remus reminds you as they pump up the splint. 

You tear up again and squeeze the ever-loving shit out of James’ hand, but it’s over quicker than you expected. Sirius kisses your hairline. 

“Now we’re just waiting,” he reassures you. “We can’t do anything else until we get there.” 

You’re relieved. “Hey, what happened to that lady?” 

“Who?” 

“The lady who was…she was there.” 

“The woman who helped you call me?” Remus asks. “She left.” 

“She did?” 

“Yeah, honey. Just before James and Sirius got to us. You don’t remember?” 

“Wait, was that the driver?” Sirius asks. “She didn’t stay?” 

“No.” Remus’ tone turns sour. “The driver didn’t stop.” 

You don’t have to look at Sirius to feel his ire. It comes off him like waves of heat. “Fucker,” he seethes. 

“Sirius,” James says warningly. 

“I think it was an accident,” you say, trying to calm him. 

“Hitting a biker is an accident.” Sirius’ voice is low and dangerous. “A careless, idiotic accident, but leaving them, without even knowing what happened, is fucking—”

“Sirius,” Remus says sternly. “Not the time, love.” 

Sirius looks at you, softening. “Sorry, doll, you know I’d never leave you. But after we’re done here, I’m quitting my job to hunt that prick down.” 

“Full time?” James asks curiously. “Like what, Liam Neeson or something?” 

“Exactly like that.” 

“Doesn’t seem like a great way to make money.” 

“You won’t cover my portion of the rent for a couple months while I avenge our cruelly maimed sweetheart?” Sirius is aghast. “Have you no sense of justice?” 

“Am I maimed?” you ask, part joking but part genuinely alarmed. 

“Of course not, love,” Remus assures you quickly. He shoots Sirius a vexed look. “Maiming implies a permanency that doesn’t apply here. You’ll be fine.” 

“I was really just talking about the injustice part of it,” Sirius admits. 

“I’d rather not be avenged,” you tell him. “I think I’d prefer it if we got to keep you, and you didn’t hunt anyone down or get thrown in prison or anything.” 

“Mmm, I’ll consider it.” He kisses just above your eyebrow. “Say I abandon my vigilante life, what could I do instead that would make you feel better?” 

“A hug?” 

“Let me see what I can do.” 

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Car Accidents

Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word count: 600 ish?

Warnings: car accidents, injuries, dad!simon, mom!reader, ambulances

Summary: When your eldest daughter's life is threatened, what will Simon do?

Simon liked James. He treated Emma well. He was polite. He came from a good single mother and he was kind. 

The boy was like him. 

A teenage boy stood at Simon’s door, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. Emma had run down to answer the door the moment the doorbell rang. Simon had himself leaning against the stairs to make himself seem bigger. Even though he’s huge. 

“James!” Emma throws her arms around him. Simon tenses. You head over to the door, greeting the young boy.

That's when Simon realises the flowers in his hands for you, not Emma. He softens. James introduces himself, shaking his hand. Simon smiles, “Nice t’ meet ya. Keep ‘er safe. Be home by 10.”

***

Simon woke to his phone, not on silent, playing his basic ringtone. He groans, praying it didn’t wake you. When he feels your hand shove him, he knows it did. He reaches over, seeing James’ name on his screen. He picks it up, “What do ya want at this time of night?”

“Mr. Riley?”

“Kid, I’ve told ya. ‘S Simon.”

“Umm…I…Emma and I were at the movies and we were on our way to get ice cream, but this drunk driver hit us and totalled my car and Emma’s not waking up and I’m stuck in the car and-”

“Kid, kid, slow down. Where are ya?”

“50th ave…”

“Did ya call 911?”

“Yes…before I called you.”

“Okay, stay there. Try no’ to move. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay…please hurry…”

Simon hangs up, getting out of bed. Your hand pulls him back into bed. “What happened?”

“Dove and James got into an accident. I’m gone go take care of them,” he presses a kiss to your cheek before heading into the closet. 

“Wait, what? I’m coming with you!”

“No, lovie, you stay here, ‘kay?”

“I”m coming. That’s my daughter too.”

“Lovie…”

“Simon.”

“Fine, get ya clothes on.”

***

Simon pulls over, recognizing one of the cars in the wreck. James’. 

The boy sits leaning against it, his head in his hands. You run over, taking him into your arms. “Are you okay? Where’s Em? Is she okay?”

“She woke up a few minutes ago. The ambulance is checking on her. I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Riley.”

“Kid, ya got nothin’ to be sorry for,” Simon says, still looking around to spot Emma.

“I shouldn’t have taken her out so late…”

“KId, listen to me, it’s not ya fault.”

“But-”

“It’s not. Now, what ambulance did they take Dove to?”

James points to the one where she is. Simon walks towards the truck while you take James’ hand. “Did you call your mom?”

“No, she’d kill me if she had to leave work for something this dumb.”

“It’s not dumb. You’re hurt.” 

“She won’t come anyways.” 

“He can come home with us. Spend the night with Dove,” Simon interrupts, hearing the conversation you two were having. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you smile at Simon. He heads over to Emma, where she holds an icepack to her head. Her eyes spot her father and she lights up, falling towards him and into his arms. 

James stands behind Simon, a guilty look on his face. “Em?”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” Emma sighs. “This wasn’t your fault. I’m fine. I promise.” 

Simon caresses her head, holding her tightly against him. “‘ts nobodys faul’. We’re gone go home. Both o’ ya gonna be fine.”

James looks down at his feet. “Thank you, Mr. Ri-Simon…”

Simon smiles internally. 

He won’t ever admit it but he has 3 sons now.

[10underoot2]

I thought I would have so much to say about the car accident scene. And while I could go on for a while on why it's everything I've ever wanted from a scene of this nature and why it's a beautifully acted cinematic piece, I do think the beauty of the scene lies so much in silence. Their expressions are do a fantastic job to express their emotional state so I'm just gonna call attention to a few things I won't get over anytime soon.

Imagine being Haein and seeing your husband wrecking a car window in hysteria. Imagine seeing disbelief on his face when he sees you and walks towards you. Imagine watching him unable to breathe properly (sound on and high for this scene). Imagine seeing life flood into him as soon as you touch him.

Jiwon plays such an important part here. Because Haein has NEVER seen Hyunwoo like this. He's a pretty calm nice, non-violent guy. She knows him to like mostly everyone and he rarely gets angry - he's pretty composed. But then what is this look of complete shattered pain on his face? With a mix of disbelief, bearing the heaviest heart on the planet? He's unrecognisable to her. She can't make sense of any of his actions. She's in utter shock hearing how hardly any air is making it's way into his lungs.

In his eyes is a look of crazed wilderness just tamed. He's out of his sense. Completely lost in the events that have just passed. Not believing that he can breathe. That it's okay. All is well in the world for now. She's unscathed.

'What's going on? Calm down.'

The way she asks him to calm down - touching his face - cause she just doesn't know what in the world could send him in such a frenzy to forget himself. Her asking him to calm down here is everything to me. She's really just saying I'm here okay. Calm down. Calm down, you can breathe. Tell me what happened and I can fix it.

'Even still, Are you crazy? How could you break the window with your bare hands? Look at this!'

I know it probably didn't register to him at that point. But he's hearing her being worried for him again when he thought her lost forever. Wouldn't that sound like music to his ears.

And her...god she's so worried for him. She's never seen him like this. She doesn't know what happened to make him like this. One she sees his absolutely broken bloody hand. Two she's seeing her husband absolutely crushed. She's so confused.

That is until his words hit her like a truck. I think she had an idea that he did it to save her but she didn't know he did it because he thought her dead. And that makes all the difference for her.

Also I thought it was very interesting to keep showing his injured hand clenching. I think it was a way to show how the physical pain still didn't hold a candle to his emotional turmoil. He CLENCHES that broken hand multiple times. I can't even begin to think when he actively registered the pain.

The need for constant touch to reaffirm that she indeed is there. The sitting down. The head on her hand. The heavy breathing. *Chef's kiss*

I love women comforting the man they love when he's broken. Gah! That hand on his face and hug. Her embracing him. Letting him cry all he wants. Giving him the reaffirmation he needs by placing her self as close to him as possible. Trying to tame and override his sense. The hand on the nape of his neck. The hand caressing his hair lovingly. And good god, the RINGS.

Also notice his breathing on her shoulder. He's trying to calm himself. Telling himself she's here. Hearing her say it's alright. Everything will be alright.

I'm sure they stay like this until the ambulance comes and asks them if they're hurt. Only then Haein must've gently tore him apart from her (hand on his face again ofcourse) and convinced/guided him to finally get treatment. I can just Imagine Hyunwoo completely dishevelled going, 'Huh *sniffs*......oh.......Right, my hand' and that's when the pain hits him.

Special mention to the hospital conversation when Haein asks him 'Will you sob like this if I die?' and he says truthfully, bashfully, embarrassed but without missing a beat 'Ofcourse.' He's hiding behind nothing. He truly meant to give up on himself after her.

For me this is also the night Haein starts to write her diary. Hyunwoo must've been sound asleep, amped up on painkillers and she must've had so much time to sit and admire him and write.

Gif credits: @wolha and @seawherethesunsets

[tojipie]

Hello my love! I know you’ve been gone for a while but I wanted to stop by and ask if you have any realistic but unhinged toji headcannons? Hopefully this gets you into the spirit of writing again, I don’t mean to overstep. We miss you❤️.

hello sweet anon :( i’ve admittedly been struggling with my mental health a whole ton which is why i’ve been gone but this ask really did help me get back into the groove of writing just a bit <3 thank u for stopping by ! mwah

this is just me saying shit to say it pls don't take this srsly !

content: fluff, mentions of alc, smoking, suggestive talk but not smut, a little angst

was a victim of the xandemic in his late 20s so one of his pupils is a little bigger than the other

initially hated ambulances because of the absurd cost but grew to hate them even more because the attention makes him uncomfortable. oh you want to take his blood pressure? ew, don’t touch him. that’s weird. would rather patch himself up than sit under a gaggle of fluorescent lights for 6 hours in an ER waiting room.

shiu has been a co-signer on every apartment he’s ever rented because his credit score is in the single digits.

picked up vaping on accident after the corner store ran out of cigs when he needed them most. still prefers marlboros because he likes that searing feeling in the back of his throat. throws the cartons out his car window like a freak.

his drivers license is crumpled. like physically crumpled like paper. he has no idea how it happened but when he needs to use it at the liquor store he definitely gets stares.

will forever be devoted to his late wife. mentally at least. she’s the love of his life but in his mind sex with other women isn’t really cheating right? like he uses a condom sometimes so it’s fine probably? he's not gonna stay celibate for the rest of his life. the topic keeps him up at night.

has a scar from an appendectomy right above his v line that women go crazy for. he’s not entirely sure what they like about it but he’s been touched there so many times that it’s morphed into an erogenous zone.

slut for fast food. would rather get a vanilla shake and dip his fries in it till his stomach hurts than spend time at a sit-down restaurant. eats like shit but still maintains his physique, infuriatingly enough.

hates being in public more than you’d think. it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling that stems from the risk that being discovered poses during jobs. he prefers to have groceries ordered, meals delivered, and shiu take his car down to the shop if needed. if hes out and about he’s either at the casino tables or the liquor store.

is down for whatever if the price is right. like truly. older women love what he has going on which works well in his favor because it puts a roof over his head. absolutely no shame once money is involved.

has tried to get help for his gambling addiction a few brief times. got close once and then decided to hit the blackjack tables to celebrate his progress. he jokes about how things ended up from time to time but deep down he knows it’s pretty serious.

shops at the goodwill bins mostly. made an effort to stop stealing as much because of how dirt cheap the thrift is but couldn't stick to it. likes to go down the jeans isle and look for change in the pockets. his biggest score was a 5 dollar bill that had been through the washer so many times it was practically blank.

there's a little voice in the back of his head telling him to have more kids and he's not opposed to listening.

[kirihoon]

BAKUGOU GETTING HIT WITH A TRUTH QUIRK

because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

cw: tons of curse words

"Bakugou-san, are you okay?" you ask him. You saw him get hit with a villain's quirk earlier. Though he seems physically fine. Well, relatively. He has more than a few scratches and bruises from the fight. Nothing that'll leave a mark tho. You're still worried of how the quirk might affect him.

"tsk. I'm not fine! I'm hurt!" you stood there shocked at his response. Never in the five years you've known him has he ever answered that way. You've heard him say he was fine while being wheeled into the hospital, stabs all over him.

Bakugou is just as shocked at his answer.

That isn't what he meant to say! He's not fucking weak! He's the strongest hero, damn it!

But he doesn't have time to ponder this because you quickly move over to him, checking every inch of his body and muttering that he needs to go to the hospital.

"Oy! I said I'm not fine." He meant to say he was fine! He swears! Please don't think he's some weak ass hero who can't handle a few cuts. "Fuck! That isn't what I meant to say!"

At this point, you're freaking the fuck out. How hurt does he have to be to actually admit it? You don't even register you're surroundings. Neither of you notice the villain tied up and smirking at you and Bakugou's little conversation.

"Are you in pain? What can I do? How can I help? I swear it's gonna be okay. Okay? Don't panic, don't fucking panic!" you say in a rushed increasingly higher voice.

You are definitely not panicking, nope. Bakugou's fine. He's a hero. He's a great, strong, and resilient hero. He's going to be okay. He is. You promise yourself that he is. But, but what if?

Your breathing quickens now. This can't be happening. He can't, he can't do this. You haven't even been able to confess your feelings to him. You've been hyping yourself up for a couple months now, ever since you've decided to admit you like him after a few years of silence. He can't not let you at least say it. Selfish bastard.

"Y/n? Are you okay? I know you're cute as fuck when you're worrying about me but you don't have to. I'm going to be okay."

What. The. Fuck. Where the fuck did that come from? Bakugou didn't mean to say that. Well, it is true, he thinks. But all his blood is now rushing to his cheeks. Blush reaching even his ears and neck.

You're no better. You're wide eyes from panic are now due to you being flustered. Okay, calm down Y/n. There has to be a rational reason why a hero waaayyy out of your league is saying you're cute. Maybe he got hit in the head a little too hard? Maybe it was a quirk that makes him lie or damaged his eyesight or something. Yeah, that's probably it.

You say nothing as you turn around and find a medic who could help him. You practically sprint away from him. Your heart is beating too fast. Maybe you should find yourself a medic too.

Bakugou is left there, embarrassed. Oh no. He's an idiot. Y/n ran away. Of course, they don't like him that way. That sweet angel sent by the gods. How could theh ever like a loud, aggressive, and angry man like him?

He needs to explain himself. Maybe he could say it was a joke. But that seems cruel. Maybe he could say he wasn't talking about you. No, that doesn't even make sense. Maybe he could blame Deku. Yeah, that always works. But how could he make it seem like Midoriya's fault.

He ends his inner monologue and decides he should just talk to you. He found you alone near one of the ambulances, looking around.

"Hey, y/n. Let me explain." Okay that's the easy part. Now, for the actual explaining part. He's a mighty hero, he's taken down a shit ton of villains. Why does this seem to be way harder. "The truth is, I like you. I have for a while now. It's true, you're cute when you worry. Especially when it's about me. It's nice to know I matter enough to you for you to actually care if I'm okay."

Huh? That's both of your reactions. Where the fuck did that come from? This time, Bakugou is the one to leave. Embarrassed and scared of your response.

You catch up to him and grab his wrist. "I like you too, Bakugou-san! I thought I never had a chance with you. Please, go on a date with me!" Your puppy dog eyes stare at him, into his soul. You patiently wait for his response despite your growing anxiety. "F-fine! Dumbass. I should have been the one to ask you out." He says, rolling his eyes. Yet, he still couldn't hide the smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes while staring at you.

Six months later, you and Bakugou are happily together. You and him were sorting through a couple criminals' files for a report when you stumble across the incident that kick-started your relationship. Only then did you realize he was hit with a truth quirk.

-----

Bonus:

"What just happened?" A flabbergasted Midoriya asks as he watched the interaction between Bakugou and Y/n.

"I genuinely don't know." Kirishima answers, looking equally shocked.

The villain snickered, "I know what happened~" he says in a teasing tone. The two men look at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I hit him with a truth quirk, he can only say the truth for a couple hours" he says, smirking despite the chains around him.

-----

"Hey, Bakubro! Who's your best and manliest bro in the whole world?" Kirishima asks Bakugou back at the office. Only the two of them and Midoriya are present. They just finished discussing the logistics of the incident.

"What the fuck? Obviously it's you, Shitty Hair!"

"Aw, Bakubro, you're so sweet!"

-----

"Soooo, Kacchan, do you like, only pretend to still hate me?" Midoriya felt guilty for using the villain's quirk but this was just too good to let go.

"Of course, you're my oldest friend and stuck with me through my bullshit. I'll be a damned fool to actually hate you now." Midoriya straight up just bursts into tears.

He's going to kill these two.

-----

a/n: yey finally finished with this. imagine all the questions kaminari would ask him if he found out.

[loveinhawkins]

Thinking about what might’ve happened if Dustin and Eddie both made it through the trailer Gate; if the door held and none of the bats followed them.

-

They get a momentary reprieve, dizzy with relief.

And Hawkins splits open.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie screams, and he throws himself over Dustin as the living room is rent apart, shields him from chunks of the ceiling and trailer roof raining down; after one final shudder, everything goes eerily still.

They breathe.

“Max,” Dustin gasps. Scrabbling out from underneath Eddie, he reaches for his walkie, desperate, “Lucas, do you copy? Lucas! Do you goddamn—”

There’s a click and then the horrible sound of Lucas sobbing—trying and failing to get words out.

Eddie’s stomach plummets.

Through the fear and horror, it dawns on him that he needs to step up to the plate—that he’s in charge—and he has to act now.

“We’ve gotta go,” he says, thinking fast. He pulls Dustin up with him, adds, “Leave the walkie here,” jerking his head up to the grotesquely expanded Gate, “so they’ll have it when they get back.”

He’s thankful beyond words that Steve left the keys in the RV.

It’s a tense, silent ride broken only by Dustin sharply saying, “Watch out,” whenever they get too close to a chasm in the road.

Eddie can hardly comprehend what he’s looking at. He remembers saying the shire is burning. Now it sounds like a prophecy fulfilled.

When they reach the Creel House, he drives up onto the grass until the RV is hidden as best he can manage amongst the bushes and thorns.

Erica’s running out of the house by the time they reach the front steps, a walkie in her hand; Eddie’s eyes land on her skinned knees, and his stomach drops all over again.

“Hey, are you hurt, are you hurt?” he babbles, already knowing the answer—but he means is there more than this? I’m here, I’ll help you, I’ll help you.

His hands land on her shoulders, squeezing tight, and Erica—this sharp-tongued, funny, kind kid—breaks down in tears.

“I called a-an ambulance,” she stutters out.

“Hey, you did great. Shh, you did great.” Eddie hugs her far too briefly, but there’s no time. He presses the keys to the RV into her hand. “It’s hidden, hey, see that bush down there? Lock yourself in, keep radioing for the others. Hey, look at me. It’s gonna be okay.”

She nods, eyes shining.

No-one should have to be this fucking brave, Eddie thinks.

Dustin follows him through the house, up the stairs, jumping over the cracks until—

Max in Lucas’s arms, her eyes closed, blood running down her cheeks.

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat, but he can’t falter now; he pushes back vivid images of Chrissy, of Patrick, and falls to his knees next to Lucas.

“Her—her bones,” Lucas gasps, “I shouldn’t have m-moved her but the ground—Jason, he…”

Eddie follows where Lucas’s eyes darts to, across the cavernous gap in the floor, sees the mangled remains of—

“Jesus.” Eddie swallows through a wave of nausea.

“I hurt—I hurt her,” Lucas whispers.

Eddie puts a hand on his back. “No, you—you did what you had to, man. You saved her, Sinclair, you hear me?” He places two fingers to Max’s throat. Waits. Exhales deeply. “Pulse is still… okay, okay.”

“What?” Lucas tries to check, too. His hand is shaking. “But I—I felt—”

“Trust me, she’s—”

A wail. Sirens, rapidly approaching.

Eddie’s gaze flickers over Lucas and Dustin: their eyes are glassy with horror. It’s not hit them yet, what’s about to happen, and that’s fine. That’s how it should be.

It’s Eddie’s job to know.

The paramedics arrive first.

Eddie moves back. Gives them space.

He doesn’t miss the way their faces pale as they spot him.

“She has a pulse,” he says calmly. “Broken limbs. And her eyes, um, I don’t know what exactly…”

More sirens.

“Eddie,” Dustin says suddenly. Sharp, urgent. “Eddie, what are you doing? You need to go.”

Eddie smiles sadly. Shakes his head.

Footsteps pounding up the stairs. At first it seems to take forever, and then it speeds up all at once; Eddie’s being pulled roughly until he’s standing, handcuffs cutting into his skin, and Dustin is screaming.

“They didn’t know anything,” Eddie finds himself saying. Lucas’s expression shatters; Dustin just looks furious. “I swear, they didn’t—”

“Eddie, stop.” Dustin sounds close to tears. “Stop, stop—” He grabs at Eddie’s arm, only to be pushed aside by an officer. “He didn’t do anything!”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says. He tries to catch Dustin’s eye, but he’s already being dragged out. “It’s okay.”

And it’s funny, just an hour ago and this would’ve been one of his worst fears realised. But now he barely feels it.

A hand clamps over his skull, pushes him into the police car.

The view out the window blurs as they speed away—black cut through with a burning red.

Eddie closes his eyes.

He wishes he could’ve…

He thinks of Steve, Robin, Nancy. Wants them to know he tried to protect their kids for as long as possible. Tried to buy them time. He did his best.

No, Eddie The Banished isn’t a hero, he thinks.

He simply did the only thing he could have done.

[inkmemes]

x-men  (  2000  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the first x-man film.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“won't it kinda be cold?”

“well, that's the point, stupid.”

“and when are you gonna do this?”

“i don't know what happened.”

“i don't know... i just touched him.”

“call an ambulance!”

“just get away from me!”

“don't touch me!”

“thank you, [name]. it was quite educational.”

“the wrong person driving a car can be dangerous.”

“i didn't say they were hiding.”

“what are you doing here?”

“why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?”

“don't give up on them, [name].”

“what would you have me do, [name]?”

i've heard these arguments before.”

“it was a long time ago.”

“are you sneaking around in here, [name]? whatever are you looking for?”

“i'm looking for hope.”

“don't get in my way.”

where are we?”

“are you gonna let this man walk away with your money?”

“i'll fight him!”

“don't hit him in the balls.”

“you said anything goes.”

“you idiot!”

“you want something new, honey?”

“i'll have a beer.”

“you owe me some money.”

“[name], let's not do this.”

“no man takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it.”

“come on, this isn't worth it.”

“i know what you are.”

“you lost your money. you keep this up, you lose something else.”

“what the hell are you doin'?”

“i'm sorry. i needed a ride.”

“i thought you might help me.”

“get out!”

“where am i supposed to go?”

“i saved your life!”

“you don't have anything to eat, do you?”

“suddenly my life isn't bad.”

“it looks cosy.”

“put your hands on the heater.”

“it's nothing personal.”

“so what kind of a name is [name]?”

“you should wear your seat belt.”

“you all right?”

“weren't you supposed to bring someone back with you?”

“what happened?”

“i have made the first move.”

“where are you going?”

“what's your hurry?”

“good morning, [name].”

“would you like some breakfast?”

“i don't need medical attention.”

“what's a magneto?”

“this is the stupidest thing i've ever heard.”

“you wanna get outta my way?”

“give me a chance.”

“i may be able to help you find some answers.”

“how do you know?”

“you're not the only one with gifts.”

“what is this place?”

“i'll make a deal with you.”

“no, i don't see a difference.”

“it's gonna be close.”

“the world will be watching.”

“where the hell are we?”

“i'm sorry.”

“so... couldn't wait to get my shirt off again, huh?”

“he could very well be older than you, [name].”

“i've never seen anything like this before.”

“it's such a strange phrase.”

“i think what you really are afraid of is me.”

“i think you'll be comfortable here.”

“where's your room?”

“so read my mind.”

“come on. you afraid you might like it?”

“what do you see?”

“you oughta be careful. i might not be there next time.”

“it was an accident.”

“what the hell have you done to me?”

“i had no choice.”

“i think it'll be easier on your own.”

“you don't like him.”

“how could you tell?”

“where is it?”

“we had a deal.”

“she's all right. she's just upset.”

“i'm sorry about last night.”

“you running again?”

“who told you that?”

“she was supposed to meet me for lunch.”

“you look around, i'll check with the ticket agent.”

“i think you should follow your instincts.”

“i can still feel him inside my head.”

“he seems to genuinely wanna help you.”

“what do you say?”

“come on, i'll take care of you.”

“you promise?”

“scream for me.”

“what the hell do you want with me?”

“whoever said i wanted you?”

“you'll have to kill me, [name].”

“care to press your luck, [name]?”

“goodbye, [name].”

“i made a terrible mistake.”

“i couldn't see what he was after ‘til it was too late.”

“[name], you can't do this alone.”

“who the hell do you think you are?”

“i want you to try and relax. i'm not going to hurt you.”

“please don't leave me! i don't want to be alone.”

“wait a minute. he's not coming with us, is he?”

“answer me. please.”

“are you going to kill me?”

“i'll understand if that comes as small consolation.”

“you actually go outside in these things?”

“sounds like a storm's comin'.”

“there's someone here.”

“there's someone here. i just can't see 'em.”

“do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning?”

“[name], is that you?”

“you're not part of the group.”

“i can't move.”

“i thought you lived at a school.”

“he's become even more powerful than i imagined.”

“are you sure you saw what you saw?”

“why do none of you understand what i'm trying to do?”

“you're so full of shit.”

“if you're really so righteous, it'd be you in that thing.”

“please! somebody please help me!”

“this is mine.”

“you owe me a scream.”

“you drop something?”

“i can't control it like that.”

“i'm taking it.”

“welcome back. i knew you'd find your way.”

“how did we do?”

“oh, that tickles.”

“how are you feeling?”

“that was a brave thing you did.”

“i think she's a little taken with you.”

“well, you can tell her my heart belongs to someone else.”

“are you going to say goodbye to them?”

“i was wrong in this particular issue and i hope, in time, i may be forgiven.”

“i kinda like it.”

“i don't want you to go.”

“what do you do when you wake up to that?”

“and i will always be there.”

[odiesdayoff]

Trust Your Instincts

pair: Jaime Reyes x fem!reader

summary: Post-graduation, your childhood friend seems to be ignoring you. Once he shows up, secrets are revealed, voluntarily or not.

warnings: SMUT (18+++ MINORS DNI); begins as like pretty dubious, but turns into both parties consenting. Really thin line here, they do have a mutual attraction and explicitly say that they want it.

im gonna be so real i saw an ad for this and started writing...lol. Haven't seen BB at the time of writing this a while ago! Characters are prob inconsistent. i just have like a severe mask kink.

honestly this is unfinished, but i know in my heart I will never get back to it no matter how many times I say it lol. Imagine what happens next teehee.

“He’s not coming?” You brought the towel from over your shoulder and continued to dry the plates as Jaime’s mother handed them to you. Lunch was over and you were excited to see your best friend, but he was awol.

She gave you a sympathetic look as she handed you another clean plate. “I’m sorry, mija. He’s been acting strange ever since he got back. I know he misses you.”

You nodded and placed the towel on the counter. There’s no way he could possibly just up and abandon you after all this time. The two of you had been best friends since the first grade and even though he went all the way to Gotham City for college and you stayed in Texas, you were still close as ever. At least you think so.

“Well, I’ve gotta go. Thank you for the lunch, you know how much I adore your cooking.” You brought her into a hug and she kissed your cheek. She was like a second mom to you. All of Jaime’s family was basically your own. It took this long for them to stop the teasing about you getting together.

It had been months since Jaime allegedly returned to Texas and yet, he hasn’t reached out to you. Not by phone or in person, no matter how much you tried to talk to him. It felt worse than any breakup you’d gone through. Usually, he was the shoulder for you to cry on. 

A loud crash woke you up. It was around two in the morning. In your flannel pajama pants and a black tank top, you ran into your living room to see what happened. There was a large hole where your door should have been and laying on the floor was Jaime.

Your hand flew to your mouth and knelt down to him. His curls stuck to his forehead from sweat and his chest rapidly rose and fell. “Get away! Please, get away!” He pushed you away, yelling and borderline whimpering.

There was something wrong with him and you weren’t just going to do what he told you. “Jaime, please just tell me what’s going on. You’re not okay.” You pushed his hair from his face only to see the fear in his eyes as he looked at you. 

He flipped to his back and crawled until he hit the wall, his body colliding into it. Another dent appeared. Chips of drywall fell on him. “I’m…gonna call an ambulance, okay?”

You pulled out your phone, but before you could even unlock it, it was no longer in your hand. Jaime, now fully covered in a blue suit of armor, crushed it in his hand. “Oh my god.”

He dropped the phone and shook his head. “I don’t control it. It controls me. I promise you.” His voice was slightly distorted due to the helmet he had on.

“Okay, so can’t you call, like, Batman or something?” If this were a normal situation, you know that he would’ve laughed.

He held your shoulders. “I need you to get away. Right now.”

You shook your head. “I’m not gonna leave you like this.”

A robotic voice came from the suit, saying your full name and society security number. Jaime started to shake his head frantically and tried to step away from you. The suit disagreed.

The suit trapped you against the counter. “Please stop!” Jaime yelled. His helmet popped open to reveal his face, still scared. “I’m so sor-” The suit didn’t let him finish, instead it pushed him towards you. His lips crashed into yours. 

You felt guilty kissing back. It wasn't either of your volition, but the teenage version of yourself was screaming and frolicking in a field of flowers just to be kissing him. 

The robotic voice returned, louder now. “It is my duty to keep you healthy. Sexual health is one of those aspects.” The suit retracted more, pulling his shirt and jeans from his body. He was left in his boxers, staring at you. It continued. “I know you have a crush on her. Don’t be a pussy.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks grew red. “Is that true?” He sheepishly nodded.

You bit your lip. “It’s true for me, too.”

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Officer Down | J.H.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay takes a hit to the chest during a shootout and gives you quite the scare. Based on episode 6x2.

A/N: I finally wrote something!! (Shocking I know) it only took me 7 months but I’ve finally got a new fic for yall. I’m sorry for being so slow to write but the last 7 months have been ROUGH.

I’ve been wanting to write this fic forever and was finally inspired to finish it after rewatching the episode. I don’t really like how this turned out but that’s what happens after writers block I guess

Warnings: near death experiences, guns and shooting

Word Count: 637

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This case had been difficult for the team, Jay getting hit his hardest with his dad being one of the victims on the fire. The longer the chase for the arsonist, the more you could see him spiraling. You expected it, all things considered. Jay may have said they didn’t have the best relationship, but it was still his father. What you didn’t expect was for Jay to disobey a direct order from Voight and go after the suspect on his own.

After you took his truck and two way, you thought he would be safe, far away from the action. So when you heard his call come in over the radio, your heart sank to your stomach.

“This is 5021 George. Emergency. Shots fired. Offender down, need an ambo. Lower Wacker and Columbus.”

As soon as you heard his location, you took off running, Kevin close behind. Rounding the corner, you saw Jay unmoving on the pavement, his side covered in blood.

“5021 Victor. Officer down. I repeat, officer down. Lower Wacker and Columbus. Get us an ambulance!” You rushed to Jay’s side, leaving Kevin to take care of the offender.

You tried to stay calm as you ripped open his shirt, panic threatening to override your training. You could see he was bleeding from his side, but you couldn’t tell what the damage was from the other bullets.

“Jay? Hey, talk to me.” Your voice wavered.

Jay was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled his vest away from his body, feeling under it for the bullet.

“It didn’t go through. It didn’t go through.” You pressed on the wound at his side with shaky hands. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

-

You watched intently as the paramedics patched up Jay in the back of the ambulance. There were officers all around you, blocking off the scene and questioning the other members of the team, but you tuned it all out.

Once the paramedics were done treating him and he had gotten a thorough scolding from Voight, you made your way over.

“Hey.” You took a seat next to him. “You gonna be okay?”

Jay looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m okay. No serious damage, just a few stitches and some major bruising.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly.

You nodded lightly, giving him a small smile and patting his leg gently. “I know.”

The paramedic came back over and you used the interruption to excuse yourself. You could feel the aftermath of the situation setting in and you needed to get away from the scene.

You heard footsteps behind you and Kevin appeared at your side. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yep, I’m good. I’m fine.” You replied, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice.

Kevin put a hand on your arm, slowing you down and turning you towards him. “Woah, woah.” You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yeah, that’s the adrenaline wearing off. It’s okay.”

“I thought he was dead.” You choked out the words.

Kevin put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “So did I.”

As the two of you made it back to the cars, he brought you in for a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, embarrassed by your crying, but soaking in the comfort after the emotions of the past hour. You knew out of anyone, Kevin would never judge you for being human.

“I gotcha.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. “C’mon, Sarge said we’re done for the day. Jay’s in good hands. I’ll drive you home.”

You spared one last glance back towards Jay as you got into the car, only to find him looking right at you, his face etched with concern.

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Writing Masterlist

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 12

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

When you get hurt by Jay innocently saying something he begins to worry about you holding too much in with it being weeks until your delivery. With no other idea he reaches out to Mouse hoping a call would help you

Warnings: the usual (We meet Miss Adeline Halstead in the next part)

You were half asleep when Jay’s light laughter hit your ears. You cracked your eyes open and glared at him “What are you laughing at Halstead?” He was already dressed which considering he had to go home to get clothes for the day that wasn’t really a surprise. You’d been meaning to talk to him about the whole staying the night together after Addy was born, thing. Once she was here and the two of you were adjusted to being parents he wouldn’t feel the need to be at your side. 

You didn’t want to think about your baby not being under the same roof as you every night but from what you’d been told by a few women you knew with kids it may be a welcome breath to stave off guilt of needing alone time if she was staying with her father a few nights a week. Besides, you’d trusted Jay with your life for years. You knew he loved Addy with everything he had and was still yet to meet her. Nothing would happen to her without it happening to him first. You had no doubt in his capabilities to protect your daughter.

He motioned to your stomach with a broad grin “Any time I say anything her entire foot presses against your stomach. I was on the phone with Will and looked over” you glanced down and could trace the outprint of Addy’s entire foot even through the camisole you’d worn to bed “Yeah yeah yeah. Keep rubbing it in that you’re gonna be a daddy’s girl kid. I’m doing all the grunt work to get you here. He had the easy part” He raised an eyebrow and you knew exactly what he was thinking so you snatched a pillow and tossed it at him “You need to go out to Mollys and get laid ya pervert” 

He shook his head “My luck? I’d be with some chic and your water would break” you started to push yourself up and he was at your side, supporting your arms without a word being passed. You glared at him once you had your feet on the floor “You do remember my sister is a firefighter trained to work the ambulance as well, plus my firefighter brother in law. Oh yeah and your doctor brother! All three of which would come running plus I could put a call out for a rig to my address and have half of the precinct here to render aid in a breath” 

He still had his hands on your arms up until you were fully standing and started towards the dresser to find clothes, only then did he let them drop. “I know but it’s been this long. Why not wait a little longer, if I wanna go out after she’s born then I can” You shook your head “Men give me a headache” you found clothes that would be presentable for work then headed to the bathroom adding “And a backache, feet ache, kidneys hurt, hips hurt”

You heard Jay’s laughter before you closed the door along with a muttered “Sorry?” and laughed lightly. The countdown was on for little miss Adeline to make her debut. You just had to maintain your sanity in the meantime. 

By the time you got out of the bathroom Jay was waiting in the living room with your jacket,phone and bag next to him where he was propped up on the arm of the couch.  “I can drive myself Jay” you reminded him and he shrugged “But can you? Because the last time I checked you were having a hard time fitting behind the wheel and that was like a week ago and I’m fairly certain she’s gotten bigger since then”

“JAY HALSTEAD!” you gasped and his eyes widened “What?” “As if I wasn’t feeling horrible enough, what with my hips aching, my back hurting, feet swollen..now the father of my child just told me I am too damn big to fit in my fucking jeep?” you weren’t sure why it was bothering you so much, you knew deep down he hadn’t meant it like that but it was like all of your emotions were just on the edge of your skin waiting to boil over. 

He practically jumped up off the couch, hands wide in front of him like when he was trying to talk someone down in the field “I did not say anything like that sweetheart. I said our daughter had gotten bigger, that was all. For her safety and for yours I think it’s best for me to drive you, that is all. I can get Stel to come drive you or-or Kev but I didn't mean to hurt your feelings here”  that made you feel horrible, him apologizing. You nodded weakly “I know Jay, fuck I know..I’m sorry..just please forget it”

He stared at you for a minute then took a step closer “Are you ok Y/N? Dr Asher did say the closer the due date got the worse the hormones would get and we’re like three to five weeks here” You shook your head “Jay, please I’m fine. I don’t need you worrying about me any worse than you already do” if anything you would be grateful when her due date finally got here for the simple fact all of his worry could shift to her.

He shook his head before finally covering the rest of the distance to slip his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. “Hey, you’re dealing with a lot of crap pumping through your system. It’s ok for it to make you a little nutty, I caused it so I can handle it”  you laughed lightly “You’re a damn good man Jay” he pulled back far enough to shoot you a grin “Glad you think so at least. Makes me look good to my baby girl if her mama at least likes me” 

You shoved his chest with a full laugh that time “Oh you asshole. Don’t act like I haven’t laid my life on the line for yours half a dozen times” He grinned and let a hand come to rest on your stomach “And I’ve done the same for you and look what keeping each other alive got us” “Well that and some bourbon but she doesn’t need to know that part” you added with a smirk which caused his grin to deeper “Not till she’s at least twenty”

You pulled away from him and reached for your jacket “Ok, one pregnancy meltdown later. You still need to run by your place for fresh clothes so lets get a move on”  “Yes ma’am”

After that morning Jay made sure to keep Adam away from you, enlisting Hailey’s help considering she’d taken it upon herself to some days even back him down if you asked it of her. While Adam would never purposely say anything to hurt your feelings he had a habit of speaking before thinking and he really didn’t want to walk around the corner to you launching a coffee mug at his head.

Kevin was keeping close to you like always, even though he’d pretty much gotten the hang of everything you knew. Platt had cut your hours down to half days to prepare you for maternity leave because she knew if you went from sixty to zero it would drive you insane. Stella was off so she was picking you up to spend the rest of the day together as soon as your hours hit. Jay was glad of that. He was worried that everything going on inside of your head was going to pile up a little too much. 

He’d read up on postpartum depression at Dr Asher and Dr Charles’ suggestions. After everything you’d dealt with on the job that was a worry because you were used to a constant and for at least a little while after having her you’d be forced to let your body heal and take it slow building yourself back up when it came to everything from boxing to getting back to work. He refused to miss any signs and leave you struggling alone.

He was going over a few reports he had to finish up, left hand fiddling with the st michael pendant around his neck as he worked.He hadn’t talked to Mouse again but he had hoped he’d call. You were close enough now that if you wanted to talk to him it shouldn’t stress your body and he knew you did. Every time he mentioned him he could see it in your eyes, not to mention that you had photos of you and Mouse in your place now even though he’d never even stepped foot in it.

You had photos of the rest of your family of course, Stella and Kelly’s wedding, some of community days where you volunteered with Kevin, there were even a few of himself, Adam, Kim and Hailey. You even still had a photo of Erin, Al and Nadia. You loved fiercely, whether platonically or romantically. If you loved someone you loved them.

He let out a huff of air and Hailey cut her eyes up “What’s wrong Jay?” he shook his head “I hate doing reports” she laughed lightly “No one likes doing reports, that’s why they always pile up. You seem like something else is on your mind besides work” he shrugged, scrubbing a hand across his face “I’m worried about her Hailey” she raised an eyebrow and he knew he was skating on thin ice.

“I’m not going to go annoy her so settle down ya little guard dog” she grinned victoriously at him before saying “What are you worried about?” he shrugged “Closer the due date gets it’s like the more on edge she gets. I asked Dr Asher and she says it’s normal nerves but I just don’t want her to try to handle too much herself and it end up being too much” 

“I trust her to let someone know if anything gets to be too much, if not for herself she would for Adeline. Jay, she loves your little girl and if she thinks it’s something that would affect her she’d let you help shoulder it. Maybe it’s just something she needs to deal with herself and if and when she needs to tag in help she will” he nodded slowly because he knew Hailey was right. If you had the slightest inclination anything could possibly affect Addy you’d tell him.

“Maybe I’m just more on edge the closer it gets?” he mused and she laughed lightly “Maybe?” he cut his eyes up at her and she grinned before pointing to her own computer “So many reports to do, better get back to work”

Jay shook his head at her but decided to attempt at emailing Mouse: If you get a chance and still want to talk to Y/N it should be close enough now that it shouldn’t stress her body any. She wants to talk to you man, she hasn’t said it but I can see it. 

Hope you’re safe, Jay

After that he went back to work. Stella would be there within the hour to pick you up so he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about you the rest of the day.

You were in the tech room with Kevin, watching as he went through the programs you’d taught him. “They grow up so fast” you teased and he looked over his shoulder at you with a grin “Yeah yeah yeah” 

Addy was kicking so hard your stomach looked like it had waves going on. She was quickly running out of room so it seemed. You heard someone whistling and grinned before Stella’s head popped into the room “Pregnant sister taxi service?” You laughed holding your hand up slightly “Yes ma’am that would be me that called”

She walked over to you and offered a hand up, which you took before grabbing your things. Kevin watched you carefully before cutting his eyes at your stomach. You nodded so he tapped his first two fingers against it “Be good Ads. Stay cookin for a little longer and we’ll see you soon”

You laughed lightly “Love ya Kev. See you later” “See ya later Kidd. Love ya” Stella winked at him “Guard duty is over Atwater, I’ll sign her back over to you tomorrow”

You followed Stella outside and she stopped just shy of her jeep “Should we tell Jay?” you shook your head “I’ll just text him. I am not walking back in there just for him to feel the need to walk us back out” “Good point” she laughed. 

After you were in her jeep and buckled up you shot Jay a text that read Rollin out with Stel before she got out of the parking lot he’d text back Copy that. Call if I’m needed you shook your head at the text and Stella cut her eyes at you “Something wrong?” “No, I’ll just be glad when she’s born so Jay won’t feel the need to worry about me” you explained and she scoffed “Oh honey, you think he’ll worry less about you?” 

“Yeah? I won’t be carrying the precious cargo anymore” you reasoned and she shook her head “You’ve been his partner for years, you’re one of his best friends, the mother of his child, kinda his other half..” at your look she added “I don’t mean that weird I mean that you two have been like this ride or die thing. Always stressing me and Voight from your self sacrificing hero complexes. He’s still gonna worry because then he has to face the most important person to him and explain why he didn’t protect one of the most important people to her”

“Oh” you breathed and she nodded “Yeah, oh. Think of it honey. How would you feel if something happened to him?” you cut your eyes at her and she waved a hand around the jeep “My point! Now, have you talked to Mouse? Do I still like him? I wanna still like him but if you don’t want me to I won’t”  you laughed at her facial expressions alone before saying “No, Jay talked to him about a week or so ago now”

She cut her eyes from the road to look at you before turning them back to the road “And?” you blinked a few times to prevent any tears from threatening to spill “I overheard him telling Jay that he wished he could move on from me and find someone new, that he’d tried” her eyes widened “Are you ok?” you nodded, wiping at tears that had managed to spill “He couldn’t. He told Jay that no matter where he was or who he was talking to he couldn’t stop thinking of me, that he still loves me”

She reached over and squeezed your hand “He told me three years ago he’d love you until his last breath, guess he really did mean it” you nodded, more tears spilling “I don’t deserve it Stel. I don’t deserve Jay either. The man won’t date. I know for a fact he hasn’t had sex since Addy was conceived because I bluntly asked him one night. How the fuck am I worth one man putting his life on hold to take care of me while I’m pregnant even if our interactions are pretty much platonic and another man being in the middle of a war zone and finding out I got pregnant by his best friend and telling me he loves me before the end of the zoom call?”

She pulled over and parked the jeep before turning to face you, pulling you into her arm as much as she could without your stomach brushing against the console “Why is this settling on you now?” you ran a hand over your stomach “I don’t know what type of mom I can be when I’m doubting what type of woman I am” 

Her face hardened slightly as she took both of your hands in one of hers, the other cupping your chin to make you look at her  “You are a woman who has seen horrible things and still chooses to fight for what she knows is right. You are a woman who has stepped in front of a loaded gun to protect an innocent person more than once. You are a woman who would go to literal war for a stranger and walk through hell itself for someone you love because when you love you love wholeheartedly and so damn fiercely. Now as for Jay Halstead and Greg Gerwitz? Jay sees that while the circumstance was less than ideal that he got his friend pregnant and he acknowledged that the best way to handle this for his and your own mental health was together. I for one am glad he has stepped up like he has. I know that no matter where life takes you and him, he will always be in your corner and willing to protect you and my niece.  As for Greg? That man worshiped the ground you walked on from the moment he laid eyes on you, I truly believe that. I met him, what a couple days after he came to work with the unit? He was already looking at you like you hung the damn moon itself. He didn’t try to date you, he set out to be your friend and that was what made me like him. I saw him at Mollys a time or two while you were talking to a different guy and the poor guy would break my heart looking at him but the moment your attention would land on him you’d never be able to tell anything was wrong. When you gave him a chance he looked like someone offered him everything, he drug himself back from addiction and PTSD but you baby girl, you breathed life back into him. I guess my damn point is you, my amazing little sister are a fucking wonder woman and will be an amazing mother”

If you weren’t crying before you were nearly sobbing by the time she was through. “Thank you Stel” you whispered as she pulled you over for a hug “Anytime you need a pep talk. You know where to find me” she touched your ring on your right hand then her own “I’m always gonna be right there for you”

“Can we have lunch now?” you asked and she laughed “Of course” before running a hand over your stomach where the outline of Addy’s foot was showing “Let me find my girls some food”

“Look at it! It’s so cute!” Stella was currently gushing over a stack of onesies her and Kelly had brought for Adeline. They were all varying degrees of firefighter. Some had dalmatians and fire trucks. Some had that her aunt was her favorite firefighter, some her uncle. You picked up one that said “Little Hero” with a fire truck and firefighter uniform and raised your eyebrows “Both of her parents are detectives”  she snatched the onesie back and continued folding the stack before teasing “Someone has to give her some taste, might as well be me”

You shook your head but laughed. The fact that between the unit, Stella and Kelly, and Will they were fully having a competition to see which branch was better represented for Addy.  You found it unbelievably adorable. The two of you had gone to lunch, checked out a few stores and Kelly dropped off dinner on his way home from work.

You poked at the food in front of you as she asked “Is Jay staying with you tonight or at home?” you shrugged “I don’t know. He needed to do laundry, which really was just folding and putting clothes away but still” “Do you want him to?” she asked and you cut your eyes at her “What do you mean?” she shrugged “Have you gotten used to him being here?”  “A little” you answered honestly and she nodded “What are you gonna do after Addy is born? And after Addy is six months old?”

You shrugged “I don’t know. After she’s born we can have a schedule of where she’s staying so neither of us has to go long without being under the same roof as her” “And when she’s six months?” Stella asked and you opened your mouth to answer about the time your phone rang. 

She leaned up and grabbed it off the table to hand it to you. You expected Jay, maybe Kevin but you honestly didn’t recognize the number. You showed her then answered with a tense “Hello?” There was a moment of static then that achingly familiar voice “Hey sweetheart, I hear you want to talk to me” you covered your mouth to hide the little squeak of surprise and her eyes widened as she mouthed “who is it?”

You shook your head and took a deep breath before saying “I honestly thought I wouldn’t hear from you again until you were stateside” he took a staggered breath and you knew he was bracing himself, he was trying to hold his emotions “I didn’t want to risk putting any stress on you. Jay said you were far enough” you blinked back tears “Yeah, I’m getting near the end”

He laughed lightly “Bet she’s gonna be beautiful, look at her mother” Stella had figured out who it was and moved to wrap her arms around you. “I just hope she’s smarter, ya know” you spoke weakly and heard him inhale sharply before he said your name lightly “Yeah Greg?” you asked and he took a few deep breaths “You are smart, I heard you pulled my move on an agent a while back” you laughed at the memory “Yeah, he was doubting me being there, Took me a little longer than you though but still took under fifteen seconds” “That’s my girl” his voice was low, barely above a whisper but those words coming from him? They made your heart ache.

You both started to talk at the same time so he laughed “Ladies first sweetheart” you scrubbed a hand down your face “I’m sorry for everything that’s caused you pain. You have to believe me nor Jay would ever hurt you. I love my baby girl Greg. She’s already so damn strong. I regret actions that hurt you but I can’t regret her” “Baby, I wouldn’t want you to” his voice was so soft you nearly started crying.

“Are you safe, for now?” you asked and could practically see the smile in his voice “Yeah, I am” you laughed weakly “Dumb question I know. Am I going to get to see you before you head to Glynco or are you going straight?” “I’d like to see you when I get stateside, if that’s ok. Hell I’d like to see everyone” Stella gave you an encouraging nod “I’d love that” you replied and he was quiet for a moment, long enough you thought he’d either hung up or lost connection until he said “I have never stopped loving you. When I left, when you told me you slept with Jay, when you told me about Adeline. My heart has never stopped being yours. I’m not asking for another chance right away, I just want you to know that you are loved by me and you will be loved by me until my heart stops beating. I still have love for Jay too and I know Addy will be the best of you both. He is gonna be an amazing father and you are gonna be an amazing mother. She is a lucky little girl”

“Thank you. I still love you too” you barely managed to get out. He took another deep breath and you knew that was him struggling to hold back emotions as much as you were “Will you tell me that, just one more time?” he asked so you smiled, wiping tears “I still love you Greg” he chuckled lightly “That’s my girl. I gotta go, I’ll try to keep in touch more. I hope when time comes labor is nice and smooth, remember if it becomes too painful feel free to break Jay’s hand” 

You laughed and the two of you told each other goodbye before hanging up. Once she knew you were off the line Stella eyed you for a moment “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can’t read your face for once” you scrubbed a hand down your face “I fucking miss him but I have an entirely different life that’s just gonna get harder. I want to believe by some chance…how could it work Stel?” she tugged you into her arms “We eat the elephant bite by bite babe. Remember that. We face it a little at a time. No matter what you won’t be alone and Adeline will have me”

You had fallen asleep across the couch after Stella headed home so when a knock at the door made you finch out of your sleep you were on high alert, or was until you looked at the most recent missed calls on your phone. Jay.

You walked over and unlocked the door and Jay stood there with arms crossed “I wasn’t gonna come over tonight. I was gonna give you room, do laundry but you didn’t answer! Stella told me when she left and I tried to call, then I tried again and again” You knew he was holding back, trying to respect when you’d asked for breathing room so you grabbed his arms and pulled him closer.

He wrapped both arms around you, leaning his chin on your head. “I got so damn scared something happened. Don’t ever do that again” he ordered despite the way his voice broke a little. “I’m sorry Jay” you replied and he just held you tighter. “It’s ok sweetheart. It’s ok” you laid your head over on his chest and heard how erratic his heart was beating. 

After a moment he pulled back and smiled slightly “Did Mouse call you?” you nodded with a grin “He did” his smile grew “Feel a little better after talking to him?” you nodded “I do actually, thank you” he nodded “Of course” 

“I’m scared of fucking her up Jay” you admitted and he laughed “So am I but we got each other to call us out to ensure we dont fuck her up” You smiled “Ride or die partners?” he grinned “For life sweetheart” and ran a hand over your stomach “Definitely on that for life part now.” you shook your head and felt her hand hitting your stomach under Jay’s hand. “Definitely for life” you repeated, running your hand over your stomach as well. 

@desimarie12 @waywardhunter95

You knew Jay meant it when he said for life, Adeline made it so but could Mouse face everything and still mean it? Could he still want you, still love you as much as you loved him? That wasn’t a worry for now. You and Jay had a baby to prepare for.

Part 13

@allisonargent144

[shinyrhinestones]

Youthful Hearts

Part one

Series summary: Readers new around town, and therefore doesnt know the place or people. However, she ends up befriending the most chaotic people she could find.

Warnings: Idk let me know if u spot any. (Also this isn’t historically correct bc i want it my way ig).

Pairing: Billie Joe X Fem!Reader

A/N: Alright so I’m bored and I’m gonna apparently explore different fandoms, cause heres a Billie Joe fic. However I lowkey dont know where to go with this fic so I’ll only post this part for now, and to my surprise there isn’t a lot of fics within this fandom..

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On a regular day at the week you found yourself in a whole new place. You were actually here for studying, but it was gonna be a long year if you didn’t make any friends or connections at all. Now, making new friends isn’t all that easy, which is why at first you settled with s cat. A male cat who would keep you company. He was cuddly, but also took care of himself, like all cats pretty much do.

But at one point you had to face the fact that you didn’t do well without social contact. Yes, you still called back home, not only to your family but also friends. But who would be there for you when you hung up? Exept for your cat of course.

You really didn’t know how to meet new people. What kind of communities were there in your area? And how did you join?

For being a 21 year old, on your own in a new place, you really hoped that there was communities for your age. And interests. One to mention could be music. Music means a lot to many people, including you.

You pondered and wondered but you just physically couldn’t come up with anything. So you gave up.

A week later, walking down a street you weren’t familiar with. You were on your way home, and unfortunately couldn’t go the way you always did, when coming home from a long day at your school. You weren’t all to familiar with your surroundings yet, and therefore mostly only felt safe walking the known path, you had to walk pretty much every day.

But this time you were stressed out because the path you always walk, was unfortunately closed down. In a sense that an accident had happened, down that specific street. Ambulances and police cars parked down that street, with flashing lights everywhere. You knew you couldn’t just find your way around, but you tried walking down other Streets to see if anything was looking familiar.

But you only got more stressed as you felt completely lost. Your mind was racing with a thousands thoughts at once. What was gonna happen now? You were starting to get sweaty under your jacket, which was even more frustrating cause it was already hot outside. You wore a dark coloured summer jacket, cause every now and then the summer breeze would hit, in such a relieving way. But instead of standing and not knowing what to do you kept walking around. Walking down a street where you a bunch young people hanging around. It was little funny, so hang on here.

By a pair of stairs, leading down into what normally would look like a shop. But you could tell this wasn’t a shop. A few youths sitting or standing by the stairs, chilling. Most of them with a cigarette in between their fingers.

You hesitated walking down the street, because not only did this look like a closed off space, but you weren’t that well around people your age. Why? Not sure, but maybe its the way its so easy to get wronged by people you thought would understand you.

At first you thought you’d just walk past them, but what if you had to go past them again, cause you walked in the wrong direction, like you’ve been doing for some time now. Your stomach churned.

You then decided to go up and ask them for directions, since it was probably what you should’ve done for so long now.

You probably looked extremely nervous walking up to them by the way your lips curved into an awkward smile, and your slightly shaky voice.

“Uhm..Hello. I’m new around here and I seem to be a little lost..” You were trying to explain your situation as you were facing completely new humans. From what you could tell they were all men. It only made you more nervous to talk to them, as you also took in completely new appearences.

Most of them had unnatural hair colours. Blue and green. Tattoos and piercings. By a first impression, you’d think they were open-minded. And you tried to calm yourself with that. Maybe they wouldn’t judge you, like you always worried would happen anyways.

You felt like they had such an intense gaze but when a stranger approaches you, that will probably be an outcome.

“Yeah so, this is the street I’m headed.” You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket. A piece of paper you had kept on you ever since you moved in, because of the fear of exactly this scenario.

One of the guys with with a tatto on his arm, and an earring hanging from his earlobe tried to reach out for it before one the others snatched it out of your grip. You took a look at the guy who tried, but failed. His hair was dark but not black. Quite lighter actually. And he was probably the tallest one, but you couldn’t exactly tell when most of them were sitting down. His face had a few sharp features. Like the shape of his face was sharp and somewhat bony. He had a long nose and a long face in general. His hair was messy.

He gave the other nameless guy a look, which you couldn’t read. You figured it was just normal teasing among friends.

The man holding and reading the piece of paper, was the one sitting on the top step of the stairs. His hair was blue, a quite bright one.

He read it, as the other ones let their eyes get a glimpse of the writing. He stood up and you could tell that he was definitely shorter than the other one. Now you got a better look at his face. His eyebrows were a bit long and black. His face oval and his eyes were green. But you noticed how he had small dark circles under his eyes, and you yourself knew what that was like. He probably didn’t get that much sleep, and if he did it wasn’t enjoyable.

He started explaining the directions for you but you could barely keep up. You had never been good at directions, or finding your way around. You really tried to understand, and you didn’t wanna make a fool of yourself.

You felt like giving up and just letting yourself wander around for hours again. But what good would that do? When he was done explaining he was looking at you. His eyes squinted from the suns rays. Which made a Line appear between his eyebrows, and a subtle scrunched nose. You gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “Thank you for the help.” You said, but he could sense the insecurity beaming out of you.

“Alright, come here.” He walked down to the end of the street as you followed behind. When he reached the corner, he started pointing to a bunch of directions while explaining. You were finally understanding, and he gave you back the piece of paper. “No problem.” He replied after you thanked him a second time. He kept standing for a moment by the end of the street, watching you for a few seconds as you made your way home. He turned away, and walked back to where he came from.

His friends had been joking around, and sounds of laughter escaped the young men. He sat down by stairs again, as one of his friends shoved him. “Should’ve asked for her nummer while you were at it.” A goofy tone echoed in his friends voice.

“Yeah, you snapped that piece of paper so quickly, I didn’t stand a chance.” His other friend joked along.

The blue haired guy shook his head, and reached for his friends cigarette box. “Hey!” He exclaimed in protest, but didn’t snatch it back. “You owe me now.” He gave a faint smile, and lit the cigarette with a black lighter.

For you, you couldn’t shake off the fact that this was the longest and most helpful conversation you had had in your everyday life outside of school yet. Not only that, but they were interesting guys. They looked different and probably on purpose. And to be honest they were interesting to you. What a bummer this is how it went.

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if anyone is actually interested and wants a part more let me know (: also there’s probably spelling mistakes sorry! English is not my first language guys. I’ll probably right one anyway but at the same time i would need something to be motivated for like be fr.

You can find the other parts here

[wonwoosthetic]

hey could you maybe do a minnie imagine where she gets in a minor car accident (only if you want to) and how the members would react? btw i love your minnie series sm 😭

Hii, thank you for requesting this and thanks a lot for enjyoing this series ˙ᵕ˙ I hope this was somewhat of what you imagined! <3 I hope you and everyone else enjoys it 🤗

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warnings – car accident, mentions of slight injuries, mentions of blood, stitches, bruises, broken bones (no major mention), cursing, mad s.coups (bc that deserves its own warning)

Hello Kitty Band-Aids 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had her eyes closed while she was still resting on the hospital bed, waiting for someone to tell her what was next to come. She almost wanted to groan at the flashes of memory that sped through her head. Never had she ever been in a car accident before - for 25 years of her life, the girl had always been safe on the street, she could've gone for another 25, she quietly said to herself in her head.

The accident happened too quickly for her to remember every detail, so she told the police. The only thing she could recall was the impact from the left side that had thrown her against the door to her right and the rush of fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. Everything after that felt more like a dream than reality. Minnie remembered hearing her manager's voice immediately asking if she was okay and to not move. Not long after that, an ambulance arrived and brought her to where she now was. Doctors quickly attached her to an IV after noticing the moans of pain coming from her and brought the dancer to a private room, separating her from the only other person that had been in the car with her, one of Seventeen's managers. After getting a few stitches under her eye, they left her to rest for a bit, notifying her that another doctor will be back soon. Too bad she couldn't recall any of this happening.

A knock echoing through the room brought her back to the present as she jolted slightly, her head immediately turning towards the door that was opening, revealing a female doctor.

"Hello Miss Kim, I'm Doctor Kang," she greeted the younger woman kindly, who did the same, a kind smile decorating her face. "How are you feeling?" She put the clipboard she brought with her down on one of the side tables next to the bed Minnie was resting in.

"Okay," the idol nodded, "My head feels like it's gonna explode, but that's it."

Oh yes, that could be the cold light," the doctor rushed back over to the door, "let me switch it to a warmer tone."

Immediately, Minnie could feel her eyes adjusting better to the room and the full feeling leaving her head slightly.

"Thank you," the told the woman, who sent her a kind smile in return.

"Can you sit up for me for a second?" She reached a hand out for the girl to take, helping her to come up and straighten her back, careful to let the IV cord not get caught up under her arm, making the dancer look down. "You're on some mild pain medication," the doctor explained, "You have a bruise on your right rib that's only going to get bigger and most definitely is going to hurt more, but it's not broken, so that's good. You also hit your head pretty badly against the window." She took out a small lamp from her lab coat, making the girl open her eyes wide. "And you have a small cut under your eyes that we had to stitch up, as you know."

Minnie nodded along slowly, the fluid from the IV making her obviously slightly drowsier than she would normally be. The older woman noticed the furrowed eyebrows on the idol in front of her.

"Can you tell me your full name?" Her hands pushed Minnie's head to look down, checking for other injuries she might have gotten on her head.

The dancer swallowed harshly before answering with a sigh, "Kim Minnie."

"Mh," the woman straightened her hair again and started massaging the thin arms of the girl. "And your birthday is when?"

"December 22nd... 1997?" Suddenly, the female member seemed more hesitant than before, her eyes analysing the doctor when she looked the idol in the eyes.

"Why so unsure?"

Minnie shook her head, quickly noticing that makes her dizzier than she already was. "No," she cleared her throat, "I just don't know why you're asking me this..."

The woman brought a chair closer to the bed before sitting down, her hands in her lap as she smiled at the younger one. "Just checking that your memory is still intact." She reached over to get the clipboard back in her grasp, along with a pen. "Do you remember what the paramedics in the ambulance told you?"

The paramedics... in the ambulance... what-... as much as Minnie tried to remember, there was nothing. Just... nothing. She shook her head.

"Or the doctors that brought you in here?"

Another shake of her head.

Doctor Kang nodded, scribbling notes on the pieces of paper on the clipboard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

The idol closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts and memories before taking a deep breath, "... I think... right after... just... my manager asking me if I was okay. Everything after that is... I don't remember."

"Okay," the woman grasped the clipboard tightly against her chest as she stood back up again. "The last thirty minutes have been really stressful and shocking to your body, so it's normal for your brain to push those memories to the side thanks to the adrenaline. It doesn't sound alarming to me, but I checked earlier, and we could get you an MRT scan in a bit if you're okay with that?" She explained, before adding, "Again, nothing sounds abnormal, and the other doctors didn't sign you up for a scan, but I still think it would be a good idea."

Minnie nodded along, "Yeah... yeah sure."

"Good," she smiled at the younger girl.

"H-How's my manager?" The performer wondered catching the doctor off-guard.

"He's doing fine. A broken arm, but nothing too severe. He's talking to the police right now."

"Okay, good. Thanks." Minnie smiled.

Doctor Kang unhooked her from the IV before escorting her out of the room, bringing her towards the MRT scan, where the girl was ushered into a changing room, along with a gown to put on and a bag for her clothes. Right as she exited again, she was met with the woman who brought her closer to the appliance, explaining everything that was going to happen and asking her a few last-minute questions.

After laying down and making sure Minnie was as comfortable as she could be, laying on a hospital machine, the doctor gave her one last notice, "Oh, and I was just informed that your emergency contact has been called. They're on their way." Before leaving the room to stand behind the glass and starting the scan.

Emergency contact... Minnie put that into her phone so long ago, she almost forgot she even had an emergency contact. But she definitely remembered who it was since it was the same person that had pushed her to even create one.

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The girl was asked to wait outside in the hall while the doctors analysed the pictures of the scan they had gotten, promising her it wouldn't take much longer.

Minnie got changed in the small room again, put on her clothes from before and left the hospital gown on one of the stools, just like Doctor Kang had told her. She left, ready to sit down on one of the chairs in the hall, not expecting the person that was called through her emergency contact to already be sitting there. His perfume reached her before her eyes found him.

Seungcheol's head shot up at the sound of the door opening, his glare immediately softening as soon as they found the female member, who gazed at him in surprise. He jumped up from his seat and rushed over to her, not wasting another second before engulfing her in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here already?" The girl wondered, her arms wrapping around the torso of the leader, her cheek squished up against his shoulder. A slight hiss left her lips as he hugged her just a bit too tightly and her pain medicine had already started to wear off, only the band-aid on her arm was left of the IV she was attached to before.

Coups released her at the sound of pain coming from her. "What, you thought that I'd stop for a coffee after getting a call from the hospital?!"

"No, that-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did the doctors say?" With his hands on her shoulders as he raked his eyes up and down her body, looking for any signs of injuries.

Minnie nodded with a tight smile, her hands finding him, giving them two comforting pats. "I'm okay. Not hurt badly."

"What does 'not hurt badly' mean?" His thumb came up to her cheek, close to the band-aid right under her eye, but not close enough to touch it. "What's that?"

The female member grabbed his hand and pushed it down. "I had to get stitches.-"

"Stitches?!"

She sighed, "But only there! Everything else is fine." He gave her a knowing look that made her gaze to the side. "And a bruise on my rib, but other than that, I'm fine." 

After another hesitant glare, Cheol took a step back, his hands brushing over his face as he took a few deep breaths in and out. "Jesus..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and keeping it down to look at the floor. Minnie's eyes never left his form while she stood still, nervously playing with her fingers. The words that kept on tumbling from his lips were almost impossible for her to understand, but she could make out a few of them, and all of them confirmed what she was thinking. Seungcheol had gotten the shock of a lifetime when his phone rang. Understandably so.

Even though her injuries weren't major, the shock of what had happened, or more so, what could've happened was still haunting. She started to fully grasp the other possible outcomes of the accident while she was laying in the MRT machine. What if she had been in a different car? What if the other car had hit them at a different angle? Or harder? Would she still be able to just walk it off and pretend nothing had happened, aside from a small cut under her eye and a purple bruise on her right side?

Once S.Coups came to a stop from walking and cursing around, Minnie walked up to him, opening her arms and wrapping them around his body once again. The '95 Liner reacted right away, pulling her closer as his arms went around her shoulders. A few seconds of silence were shared as the two enjoyed each other's embrace, Minnie feeling an instant sense of comfort breathing in Cheol's perfume she had come to love.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shoulder, hoping he had understood her.

His hand was brushing down her hair, making sure to keep her as close as possible while also taking note of not touching the bruise on her side. "For what?"

The girl shrugged. "Coming here. Worrying about me." An immediate smile struck her face when she felt a soft peck on the side of her head.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me for that." 

S.Coups guided them towards the seats lined up against the wall, where they sat down next to each other. He took her hand into the comfort of his.

"All the guys got really worried too," he started to tell her.

Her head shot up, "You told them?"

"W- Of course, I told them! On the phone, they didn't tell me how you are. They just said you're in the hospital and that they called me because I was your emergency contact. Which, we should also discuss, by the way."

Minnie scrunched her eyebrows, "What's there to discuss?"

"Why am I your emergency contact?" Seungcheol looked right into her eyes, letting her know this was about to be a serious conversation, and she was not in the mood for it.

"Why shouldn't you be?"

"No, I mean, why not Wonwoo or Mingyu," he explained, making her shrug.

"You made me create an emergency contact, and to be honest, I kinda forgot that I even had one-" she noticed his mouth opening, to which she quickly added, "Because I've never used it!"

"You forgot you have an emergency contact?!"

"Is this really the time to lecture me about that?"

He squinted his eyes at her, making her copy his facial expression in a teasing manner to which he shook his head with a sigh.

"You know, if you hadn't just been in a car crash, I would hit you on the head."

Minnie grinned, "I know." Having known the '95 Liner long enough to know about his little acts of showing his love and care for others. 

With a heavy breath, she let her head rest against his shoulder while keeping their interlocked hands in her lap that Coups kept on moving up and down out of boredom.

"The doctor said it won't take much longer to wait for the results of the scan."

Seungcheol nodded, "It's okay. I'll wait with you." Making her smile. "Plus, Mingyu and Wonwoo are already on their way here."

"Huh?" She sat back up straight, looking at the side profile of the leader as he glanced down at his phone, typing something, probably messaging the other members. He looked up at her.

"You didn't seriously think they'd just let you lie around in a hospital."

"No," she pouted, "But I would've hoped that I could talk to them at home. In peace. Without them making a scene in the middle of the hospital."

"Well," the leader grinned, "Get ready for a lecture from them about why they aren't your emergency contacts, but I am."

Minnie groaned, her head falling softly onto Coups' shoulder again. "This is just adding to my headache."

"You have a headache?" He immediately turned back into the concerned leader.

"A little bit," the female member nodded.

"Do you want me to find you some pain medicine?"

But she shook her head. "I'll just wait for what the doctor prescribes me. I hope it's something strong." 

"You sound like an addict," he commented, still typing away on his phone.

Minnie sheepishly smiled, "Maybe I'll become one."

Seungcheol looked down at her and let his stern voice take over. "Don't joke about that."

"Sorry," she pressed her lips together, wrapping her arms around his, cuddling into his side.

A few seconds went by in silence before he took the word again.

"Eomma, Appa, and Seungmin also wanted to come."

"Who didn't you tell about this? Like seriously..." She gazed up at him, meeting his eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. Next time you're in the hospital all of a sudden, I'll just keep it a secret from everyone that cares about you."

Minnie let go of his arm and crossed hers in front of her chest, side-eyeing the leader. "You're annoying."

"Mh," he nodded. "But I told them you're okay. They're still probably gonna come over to check on you for themselves, just giving you a heads up."

"Thanks."

"And I tried to call your mum, but she didn't pick up."

"Yeah, she puts her phone on silent during the night," Minnie explained, to which Coups shook his head,

"That's not smart."

"I know."

"But you do the same thing."

"I know," she nodded along, looking down at her fingernails. "Can you just let her know that I'm fine?"

"Already did."

Looking to her right, where he was still glued to the screen of his phone, the girl came to a sudden realisation.

"Where's my stuff? Like my bad, and... all that."

Cheol looked up and nodded forward into the hallway in front of them, "At the information desk over there."

Suddenly, she was very up close to her favourite leader, batting her eyelashes right at him. "Could you go get them for me?"

He looked to his left, down at the girl with a raised eyebrow. "You said you were fine and you have two healthy legs. Go get your stuff yourself."

"But my side hurts. And my head hurts," she whined, exaggerating her current state as yes, they were starting to hurt again slightly, but she was definitely still capable of moving around.

"Well, but your legs don't hurt, so up up," he nudged his head forward, a teasing grin on his lips

She glared her eyes at the older member. "You're mean. I'm telling Eomma."

"With what phone?" His comment made her huff and him chuckle to himself.

With a deep last breath, the female idol let her head fall back against the wall, her hands in her lap, as she closed her eyes, praying the time would pass just a bit quicker so she could finally get back home.

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Unknowingly, Minnie had dozed off into a light sleep, therefore, didn't even notice when the two other rappers arrived with heavy breaths that calmed down once they found her sleeping form resting against their leader's side.

"Hey," he greeted them with a smile.

Wonwoo and Mingyu nudged their heads in his direction.

"How is she?" The '97 Liner wondered as the older one of the two got closer to her form, crouching down to get a better look at the girl's face that was covered by her hair. With a soft touch, he brushed it out of the way, placing it behind her ear and sighing at the sight of the band-aid under her eye.

Coups put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. "She said she's okay. She has a bruise on her ribs and had to get stitches underneath her eye, but she's fine apparently. Oh, and a headache, but I guess that's what you get when you bash your head against a car window."

"Is that what happened?" Wonwoo looked up at the '95 Liner, who could only shrug.

"I don't know. There hasn't been a doctor yet I could talk to. They said it won't be long," he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "But we've been waiting for thirty minutes."

"And no one has checked on her?" Mingyu sat down across from the seats Minnie and S.Coups were occupying, right on the other side of the hallway.

"They did earlier before I arrived. Then she had an MRT scan, and we're waiting for the results now," the leader explained. His eyes fell down to the '96 Liner whose hand was on his girlfriend's knee, patting it comfortably.

"Wonwoo," he called out quietly to gain the other's attention, "can we switch places real quick?"

"Yeah sure," he got up from the floor and carefully got into the place of the '95 Liner, both cradling Minnie's head, so it wouldn't move much. "Where are you going?"

Seungcheol nodded behind him, "Getting her stuff from the info desk. Be right back." And with that, he left the three dormmates.

At the feeling of a new, much sharper shoulder against the side of her head, the female member started squirming, waking up slowly as she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the bright light. She lifted her gaze to find her fellow '97 Liner sitting right opposite of her. The female member sent him a tired smile.

"Hi."

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Mingyu copied her expression, tilting his head along with it, making her chuckle.

"Alright, I guess," she cuddled closer into the side of the man next to her, smiling to herself at the familiar feeling of the arms she has found so much love for and the scent she could write a thousand songs about. "Hi, to you too." She looked up, finding Wonwoo already looking down at her with a soft gaze.

"Hi." He brushed over her hair once again. "You sure you're okay?"

Minnie nodded. "The painkillers are wearing off, but it's okay so far."

"What did the doctor say?"

She raked herself up, her partner's hand still on her thigh as she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

"She asked me a few questions to test my memory. That seemed fine. The bruise on my rib is gonna get bigger, she said, but it's nothing severe. And... I did an MRT scan."

"Yeah, Coups-hyung mentioned that."

The girl looked around confused, suddenly realising something. "Where is he?"

"Getting your stuff," the voice of the leader made her look ahead, watching him come back to the small group, her bag and jacket in his grip. She grinned up as he dropped everything on the empty seat to her left before joining Mingyu.

"You're not mean after all," she jokingly commented, earning her a roll of the eyes from him.

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled, "But you have to sign a document before leaving." To which she nodded.

A sudden groan from Mingyu caught the attention of the other members.

"Can you please send a message to the group chat to let them know you're okay?

Minnie glanced at him in slight confusion but nodded, raking herself up to get her phone from the bag next to her. With one quick look, she knew what her fellow '97 Liner was talking about. Her lock screen was filled with notifications from said group chat, plus other messages from friends that have heard the news. Only looking at it made her already want to put the phone back down and get back to it at another time and day, but she understood the worry.

She unlocked it and tapped on the app's icon, opening the group's chat right at the top.

09:08 pm

Kkuma Appa: she's okay, I got her, we're waiting for her scan results

Horangi: Tell her we miss her!

Producer-nim: you wouldn't even have seen her today

Producer-nim: but yeah, tell her we miss her

Yoon Jeonghan: What happened to her phone?

Kkuma Appa: They took all her stuff

Kkuma Appa: She's getting it back when they let us leave

Dokyeomie: Why don't they let her keep her phone?

Dokyeomie: Why did they have to take everything off her?

Dokyeomie: Isn't she bored?

Dokyeomie: Can we come see her?

Dokyeomie: How long will you be in the hospital for?

Kkuma Appa: We're waiting in the hall, she's not even in a room

Kkuma Appa: You'll see her tomorrow

Hao Hao: Will she be able to practice with us?

Kkuma Appa: I'll let you know what the doctor says

Horangi: I wouldn't let her dance :/ it wouldn't be smart, right?

Moonie Junnie: If she feels good, maybe she can, but she shouldn't push herself

Yoon Jeonghan: Are you sure she's okay, or is she just saying that?

Kkuma Appa: She got some pain meds, those are probably helping her right now, but she doesn't seem to have major injuries

Kkuma Appa: But I think the doctor will tell me more

Kkuma Appa: She does have a cut under her eye

Little Maknae: A cut?!

Kkuma Appa: She had to get stitches

Seungkwanie: Oh no

HanSolo: ew

Little Maknae: That must've hurt so much

Moonie Junnie: Are you sure you'll be able to leave today?

Kkuma Appa: I think so

Dokyeomie: Can no one else come to see you guys?

Gyu🤍: Wonwoo and I are on our way

Dokyeomie: You can go visit her, but we can't?!

Moonie Junnie: This is a bit unfair

Moonie Junnie: We want to see her too

Kkuma Appa: Guys, please, she's doing okay

Kkuma Appa: We'll keep you updated

09:31 pm

Horangi: Are you still with Minnie??? How long do the results take??

Hao Hao: Is she still doing okay?

Gyu🤍: We've just arrived, she seems okay. Tired, but all good

Seungkwanie: How can you tell how she's feeling? Maybe she isn't doing fine, maybe she's in pain

Gyu🤍: She's literally sitting with us in the hall, she's fine

Little Maknae: I believe it when I see it

Gyu🤍: *sent a picture of Minnie he sneakily took*

HanSolo: could be an edit

Little Maknae: I believe it when I hear it from her personally

Woo🖤: I'm okay - Minnie

Seungkwanie: You're funny

Moonie Junnie: Minnie uses emojis, but nice try

*liked by 4 members*

Yoon Jeonghan: Jesus, can someone just bring her her phone

Josh: What's going on here?

Minnie chuckled at some of the messages before smacking the arm she was leaning on to her right.

"Ah, what?" Wonwoo looked down at the girl, confusion written all over his face, his hand on the place she had just hit. She pointed her finger at the message sent from his phone, turning the screen so he could look at it more clearly.

"Seriously?" She giggled at him. The rapper shrugged, the corners of his lips curved up.

"That group chat kept interrupting my game," he showed her his phone screen.

Minnie gawked, "I'm in the hospital, and you're playing a freaking game?" A scoff tumbled from her lips.

"I didn't start playing it until I knew that you were okay," he kinda reassured her with a proud smirk, his left hand now on top of her thigh.

The female member mocked his grin, "Mh, how romantic."

"I know, right?" Earning him a gentle shove with her elbow.

She directed her eyes straight ahead again, where Mingyu was keeping his head down, the floor seemingly interesting to him.

"Look, Mingyu's not even on his phone."

His head shot up, "Yeah, I'm not even on my phone."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, "You were earlier."

"Yeah," the '97 Liner talked back to him, "To let the guys know how she's doing."

"And I was doing the same," the older one of the two fought back, making the girl chuckle and shake her head. Wonwoo looked back at her.

"What are you laughing at? You're the reason for this."

"What did I do now?" She couldn't hold back another laugh falling from her lips.

"You got into a car accident." After being in a relationship with him for almost three years, Minnie understood Wonwoo's humour better than anyone else and knew he was just trying to mess around with her.

She scoffed, "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"You should be."

"Stop!" The rapper flinched away and snatched her hand into his as soon as she raised hers to smack him again. They fell into a round of giggles when Mingyu suddenly spoke up again.

"I told you I would drive you around."

"Mingyu-"

"I always tell you, if you need to go somewhere, tell me-"

"It could've happened to anyone."

"Still, it would've-"

Minnie raised a finger to stop him from continuing, "We're not having a discussion about this now."

Mingyu sulked back into the chair, crossing his arms in defence as he shrugged, "Alright, then at home." The girl just rolled her eyes slightly before directing her attention back to her phone.

Minnie: I'm actually really okay 😊 I hope we'll get out of here soon, I just want to go to sleep 😖

Dokyeomie: MINNIE🥰

Jun: yeyyyyyy, hiii Minnie ❤️

HanSolo: Hope you're actually doing well 👍🏼

Seungkwanie: We already have a hurt member, we can't have another, so you better be okay, Minnie!

Hao Hao: Yeah, don't steal my spot

Little Maknae: Could still be someone else typing from her phone

*Minnie sent a selfie, laying on Wonwoo's shoulder, Wonwoo can be seen in the corner*

Little Maknae: Okay, I'm starting to believe you

Little Maknae: Happy to know you're doing fine 🩷

Minnie: Thank you <3

Horangi: You're gonna get the biggest hug tomorrow

Hao Hao: Don't hug her if she's hurt!

Woozi: I'm pretty sure he'll break her bones with that hug tomorrow

Minnie: Pls not

Horangi: I'll hug you very very gently

Minnie: 🧡🧡🧡

Yoon Jeonghan: Keep us updated about the results!

Minnie: Will do :)

She went on to open the other private chats she shared with friends, each one of them telling her that they heard about what happened and were just looking for closure on her well-being. She assured them all and quickly texted her mum, knowing she'll read it as soon as she wakes up.

Just as the female member went to put her phone back down again, S.Coups, who she assumed had fallen asleep with his head leaning back against the wall, spoke up.

"Did you text Eomma and Appa?"

"Oh, right," she got the device back into her grip and sent a quick message into their family group chat, so she wouldn't have to notify each one of them separately.

Only a second after she tapped on the *send* button, the door to the room she exited a good forty minutes ago opened, letting Doctor Kang step into the hallway. She was greeted with kind smiles from each member, who immediately stood up politely.

The female doctor chuckled, "I already expected the entire group to come together here."

"We didn't know if all of us would be allowed here, so only we came," Cheol explained with a smile on his face.

"I see, I see," the woman nodded, "It's probably smarter to not drag too much attention to you guys." Her gaze switched down to the clipboard in her hand. "So... all in all, you're doing fine," she looked at the girl, who let out a deep breath. "As I told you before, the bruise on your rib is going to get a bit bigger over the next few days, but I prescribed you something that should help with the pain. If it doesn't, you should come back here so we can take a look," she explained, flipping over a page. "You don't have any head injuries, which is almost a miracle because I was expecting something minor at least, but... nothing, which is very good." The comment made Minnie look at the four men next to her, a proud smile on her lips.

"What about the cut under her eye?" Seungcheol wondered.

Doctor Kang looked back at her notes. "That... I mean, as it is right now, all good. It was deep, so a doctor did have to stitch it together, but in a few days with just a quick visit, we'll be able to take them out and it'll be all good. It will probably leave a slight scar of course, but nothing to worry about too much."

"See," Minnie glanced at the leader, "I told you."

"But," the doctor interrupted her, eyeing the two bickering members, "I wouldn't play it down too much." Earning her awaiting stares from the four in front of her. "The cut as it is now is okay, but if that little piece of glass had cut you just a few millimetres higher up, it would've hit your eye and... well... most probably blinded you on one side."

"Oh." Was all the female idol dared to say. Her eyes drifted to her right, where she was met with the warning glare and raised eyebrows of the '95 Liner who had his arms crossed.

"You must've had a little angel on your shoulder to get out of this car accident so well. A cut and a bruised rib are not the usual I get here," the woman smiled at Minnie, who copied her facial expression, but her lips were tightly closed together as she nodded.

"And what about like moving around and... practising and performing?" Wonwoo's voice echoed through the empty hall.

Doctor Kang nodded, "I know that that's very important to you guys, and we already sent an official document with all the information on the pills that we prescribed Miss Kim and just general advice to your company. But I think that as long as she feels well enough to do it, nothing and no one is holding her back from it. Within the next couple of days, you might have a recurring headache. If that's too much, then don't push your body," she directed her statement towards the girl, "Listen to it. If the bruise starts to hurt too much, don't move around. Lie down. Rest. Don't stuff yourself with painkillers or other things like that. Okay?" She got a nod in return. "Just take it easy. No matter how good you think you might be feeling, remember that you had just been in a car accident, so it's okay if you want to rest for a bit."

Everyone nodded and started thanking the older woman as she passed the prescription over to Minnie who repeatedly bowed to her, letting her know just how thankful she was, forgetting about the fact that they had to wait for almost an hour.

Once they were alone again, the group turned around, ready to finally leave the building. When Minnie went to pick up her bag, Wonwoo beat her to it and was walking ahead, stopping once he noticed she hadn't caught up with him yet. Mingyu was walking along with them on her left side, making her able to link arms with him as she often did whenever they walked side by side. S.Coups was strolling around behind them, eyes glued to the screen in his hand as he updated the other members, shouting out to the girl at the same time,

"Don't forget to sign that document, Minnie!" Making her ears perk up.

"Oh, yeah," shaking her head at the fact that she had already forgotten about it.

After signing it, smiling to the nurse behind the desk and wishing her a good evening, they were actually able to exit the hospital, leaving behind all their worries they had for a possible much worse outcome of the accident. No words were spoken on their way out until they finally reached the outside, breathing in fresh air again.

"You got a car?" The leader asked his two hip-hop-unit members, who nodded.

"Yeah, we came in mine," Wonwoo assured him, "Where's yours?"

S.Coups nudged his head towards the direction behind him, "Over there. Yours?"

Mingyu pointed in the exact opposite direction, "We found a free spot around the corner."

"Alright, then," Cheol opened his arms as soon as he saw Minnie already walking towards him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again," the girl whispered into his shoulder.

Coups kissed the top of her head. "You don't have to thank me for anything. Be careful, okay?" He released her from his embrace, looking her straight into the eye, making sure that he got a nod from her in return, before strutting over to the other members. With a quick bro-hug, they said their goodbyes, but the leader didn't leave with one last call out,

"Take care of her!"

"We will!" Mingyu shouted back, putting his arm around Minnie's shoulder carefully, scared to maybe find a bruise she didn't know she had or forgot to tell them about.

A comfortable silence fell between the three, but of course, it had to be broken when a sudden thought popped into the younger rapper's head.

"So... about that emergency contact-"

Minnie could only groan.

-

She knew the following day wasn't going to be exciting. She knew she'd have to take the painkillers she had been given. She knew she would have to go talk to another manager about what happened. She knew she then would be in the practice room, making the best of the situation, praying that she could move as normally as possible. And that's exactly what was happening.

After getting almost babied by the two rappers in their apartment, Minnie was happy to be with the other members again, that would be more focused on the practice session rather than her well-being when everything was fine with her and Wonwoo, and Mingyu just didn't know when to stop caring about her.

She and the two guys entered the room together, them first with her being last. Immediately, the girl had all of the attention in the room.

"MINNIE!" Dokyeom shouted into the room, running over to her, and engulfing her in one of his hugs she loved so much.

"Hey," she started giggling. Seungkwan, Hoshi, Jun, and Dino followed with loud cheers, welcoming the female member as they ran over to join. Jeonghan and Joshua were still sitting against a wall, eyeing the group carefully to know when they'd be able to walk over and greet her. Woozi, Vernon, and Minghao chuckled at the other guys but also decided to give them some space before they would check on the girl. All happened while S.Coups was still on his way to the practice room, along with their choreographer.

Not even able to wrap her arms around his middle, DK jumped back again.

"OH, does it hurt?" He glanced at her in alert, scared of unknowingly hurting her, to which she shook her head, a smile spreading on her lips.

"No, don't worry, I only have a bruise here on the side." She pointed to her side, making him only grin wider and engulf her again. 

One after one, the loud members hugged her, asking over and over again if she really was doing well, so Minnie just continued nodding her head the entire time.

"What's up with that?" Vernon pointed to his own eye once she was free from the other guys - it was his way of welcoming her and she appreciated that.

"I'm gonna be cool now," she commented, "I'll have a scar."

"What cut you?" Woozi wanted to know.

"A piece of glass." Her answer earned her a hiss from them, including Minghao, who got closer to her, gently putting his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug.

"We're glad you're okay," he said to her, his hand rubbing comfortably up and down her back.

Minnie nodded, "Yeah, me too." While he continued to ask questions about the day before, the two '95 Liners that were in the room, joined them. 

Once their conversation seemed to have died down, Joshua broke his silence.

"You know, you might be the only person that looks good with a band-aid under their eye," he jokingly said, getting mocking laughter from the girl in return.

"Thanks," she gave him a hug, which Joshua made tighter than she expected. Moving onto Jeonghan, he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I'm really glad nothing else happened to you."

Minnie nodded once again.

"If the piece of glass would've moved even just a few millimetres up higher, she could've been blind," Mingyu suddenly budged in, earning him a shove from the female member.

"You don't have to constantly say that." Repeating it over five times the night before was enough.

"Yes I do, so you're more careful next time," he talked back to her.

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, next time I'll try to stop the car with my own two hands, alright?"

Dokyeom, who overheard the conversation, smacked his arm, "Leave her alone, she was in a car accident!"

"I'm trying to take care of her!" The other '97 Liner snapped at him. DK only scoffed at him in return before he left the group to warm up for the practice.

Minnie went to sit down next to Wonwoo on the couch as the small group broke apart again, everyone getting back to what they were doing before she had gotten here. The rapper eyed her side profile when she sighed.

"You okay?"

She turned her head towards him, nodding.

"Okay enough to practice?" He continued to ask her, making her nod again.

"I think so, yeah," she scootched up closer to him, "The painkillers are doing a pretty good job." Before Wonwoo could say anything else, somebody stole their attention.

"Oh!" Jeonghan jumped up, catching everyone off guard as he rushed out of the room, coming back only a second later, holding out his hand as he joined the couple by the couch. "I found this for you."

Confused, Minnie, took the little package from his stretched-out palm, turning it around, chuckling at the sight.

"Hello Kitty Band-Aids?"

The older member nodded proudly, "They'll fit you a lot better than the boring beige ones." He took it out of her hands and opened it, crouching down on the floor. With his hand, he motioned for her to come closer.

Minnie eyed him getting one band-aid from the box. "But put this one," she pointed at his hands, "over this one," and then at her eye. "Don't take this one off."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think I'm supposed to take it off yet," she explained, making him nod understandingly.

Jeonghan unwrapped it properly before carefully placing it under her eye, taking off all the unnecessary pieces of paper to make it stick well.

"Look!" He called out, "So pretty!" Making her giggle. "So much prettier than before."

She turned towards the rapper on the couch, a grin plastered on her face. "Do I look so much prettier than before?"

Wonwoo shook his head with a chuckle. "You looked pretty already before. With or without the band-aid." He reached out to brush over the new sticker on her face gently.

Minnie scrunched her face, "That's cheesy." But he just continued grinning. She braced herself on his thigh and leaned over to place a quick peck on his lips. "But thank you." Getting another kiss from her boyfriend.

"Who's gonna take over Minnie's visual role?" Dino's voice rang through the ears of the Seventeen members.

"What?!" The girl shouted out.

"What?" The maknae glanced at the girl, "You said you're gonna have a scar under your eye. Do you think the Visual of the group should have that?"

"Are you calling me ugly?" 

He raised his hands in defence, "I'm just saying. Maybe that scar will change your entire appearance, who knows. We should think of someone that might be able to replace your role."

"Well, it's definitely not gonna be you," Minnie squinted her eyes at Dino, who scoffed.

"That's mean," he pointed at her, his tongue gliding over his teeth. The girl looked him in the eye in dead silence for a quick second, before standing up, causing the youngest to sprint to the other side of the room, getting a round of laughs from some of the members that were following the interaction - Wonwoo included.

The female member threw herself back into the couch with a pout.

"He called me ugly," she sulked. The '96 Liner chuckled, a hand brushing over the back of her head. She turned her head towards him. "You might have to remind me that I'm pretty more often now."

Wonwoo nodded, the smile still bright on his face, "Okay, I will."

poly!mimiwon?👀

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[sturniololoco]

Can’t hate you pt 2

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up this morning to what felt like a monkey on my bed, only to find out that it was Chris, jumping up and down.

“Get up loser, we’re going to get food!” He yells, giving me a wet-willy before sprinting out of my room.

“Aw-you mother fucker!” I yell, jumping out of my bed to chase him down the stairs.

I see him up ahead, rounding the corner to the kitchen. I do the same, but instead of finding Chris, I find myself running straight into what felt like a brick wall.

“Fuck…” I say under my breath, rubbing my head where I made contact.

I hear Chris laughing from behind the island, and I shoot him the middle finger.

I look up to see what I made contact with, only to be met with the grey-blue eyes of Nate.

He hold out a hand to help me up, but I scoff, ignoring his hand while stand and brush myself off.

My head still hurt immensely as I walked into the kitchen, giving Chris the biggest side eye I could.

“Well isn’t someone just a bundle of joy this morning?” Nate says, resting his chin on his hand while he leans on the island, looking at me.

I roll my eyes, scoff again, then walk upstairs to get ready.

-

I walk downstairs, hair curled, makeup perfect, and dressed in a pair of cargo jeans and a baby tee.

Yes, I feel like a boss bitch, and yes, everyone knows imma boss bitch.

“Okay sis! I see you!” Nick says, giving me a twirl. I laugh then look to the living room to see Chris and Matt golf clapping. But Nate is just staring, his moth half open.

What the fuck is his problem?

I ignore him and follow my brothers to the car, him close in behind.

"SLS/N, just sit in the middle today, there's no point in putting the seat down for a 10-minute drive," Matt says, climbing into the car and starting it.

Oh my fucking god, why is this happening to me?!

Not wanting to start problems, I sigh then get in, ick on my right, Nate unfortunately on my left.

The whole ride there his thigh was uncomfortably close to mine, so it was a huge relief when Matt pulled into the IHOP parking lot.

We got out and then got checked into a booth near the back of the restaurant. Before anyone could argue, I called sitting in the middle of Matt and Chris.

We got settled in our booth, and then Nick started to pull out his phone and make an Instagram post.

it said, What poses do you want for our next photo shoot?

"We're doing a photoshoot?" Matt asked, already not looking forward to it.

"Yes Mat. and you're not gonna have a Mattitude about it," Nick said, giving him a stern look. I giggled at how well he knew my brother.

Before Matt could come back with an answer, our waitress came over, asking what we wanted to drink.

"I'll just have water please," I said quietly, then she walked away.

Chris poked me in the rib, using a baby voice while he said,

"Aww, is somebody a wittle shy?" The whole table burst into giggles, all but me, whose face had gone hot and was now punching Chris in the arm.

"Ow, SLS/N!" He whined as his laughing stopped.

"Aww, does someone need me to call the ambulance?" I asked, giving him a baby voice of my own.

Now it was his turn to go red, as Nick reached across the table, fist bumping me. What can I say, I learned my comebacks from the best.

-

As we climbed back into the back, we were all deciding what to wear for the photo shoot.

"I think we should all wear merch," Chris said.

We all nodded in agreement, heading home to get ready.

-

By the time we were all ready, the camera was charged, and we were ready to go, it was beginning to get dark. We drove to McDonalds, grabbing some drinks before driving around to find the place to shoot.

We decided to head the the parking garage down the street, as it had the best lighting.

We found a spot where there were no cars. Nick scrolled through his responses, looking for poses.

We took alot of photos. some with just the triplets, some with one of them individually, and then some duets.

One of my favorites where the one where I was on Chris's back while he was racing down the drive.

Nate got some as well, posing with Chris and Matt, then some individuals for his own Instagram.

Then Nick said the worst news I ever wanted to hear.

"Alot of fans want some pics of SLS/N and Nate. We should do those real quick."

I whipped my head around to stare at him, giving him wide eyes. He gave me a pleading look, begging me with his eyes.

I rolled my own, mumbling,

"Let's just get this over with."

We took a few next to each other, our arms around each other's backs in a side hug.

Our next pose was us standing back to back, holding up our sweet teas,, while death staring at the camera.

"These are so good! Hold still for two more seconds." Nick said, getting lower to take the shot.

Matt and Chris sent knowing smirks in my direction, making me angrier and angrier by the second.

"You better smile, kid. Wouldn't want people thinking I look better than the princess." Nate said under his breath, in my direction.

That sent me over the edge.

I pushed myself off of his back as I whipped around. I tore the lid of my sweet tea and threw it at him.

He was completely soaked.

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled, walking towards the stairs leading to the sidewalk outside of the building that led to our house, leaving the boys there to stare at my retreating figure.

-

I walked all the way home and up to my room, slamming my door before collapsing on my bed. My face was still burning with anger,

or was I blushing?

OooooooOooooooo!!!

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[grandlinedreams]

hi hi before your requests close, i was wondering if you’d write something super angsty- maybe with a happy ending? i don’t have a prompt, just love angst and hurt/comfort

Hiya papaya! Thinking about the modern au, so have some EMT!Ace

[Heads up!: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of passing out, CT scans fucking suck]

When he hears the radio clipped to his belt crackle to life, Ace doesn't think much of it as he stirs from the light, sleepy daze he'd been drifting into in the back of the ambulance.

"Gonna have to repeat that," he answers when Sabo's voice is garbled, smacking the radio against his palm. Damn thing has to be at least ten years old ㅡ and no sign of them getting new ones, either. He holds it to his ear, rubbing at his eyes, though he stills as he hears the address.

It's familiar, as is the description of the patient ㅡ and he suddenly feels sick, staring at the radio in his hand. Surely Sabo'd said a digit of the address wrong, or gotten a description eerily similar ㅡ because Ace has a horrible, sinking feeling that the patient they're going to collect is you.

"Ace? You good?" Marco is talking, trying to get his attention, and he shakes his head to snap out of it.

"Yeah, yeah, Iㅡ" He swallows, fishing for his phone. "Sorry, but that call out just now...that's [Name]'s apartment." His fingers are shaking a little as he finds your contact, typing a text to send.

[Is everything okay? Call me when you get this.]

"I'm sure it's nothing," Marco tries to soothe as Ace all but slams the bay doors shut as the garage opens, siren already light and flashing as Marco pulls out and heads down the road.

Ace stares at his phone, willing you to answer. That this isn't for you, it's for a neighbor. A friend. Hell, he'll take a stranger over something happening to you.

He's out of the ambulance before Marco even pulls to a complete stop, heart hammering in his chest as he listens to the cop who's waiting for them at the entrance to the apartment complex.

"Neighbor found them unconscious on the floor, said they were conscious now but didn't want to move them."

"Thanks, man. We'll take it from here." Ace feels like he's underwater as he moves towards the open door, wishing that this apartment wete anything but as familiar to him as it is. He'd been here this morning, tangled up with you and lamenting the fact that he had to leave.

Ace has seen a lot of things in his time as an EMT ㅡ bones jutting out where they shouldn't, exposed viscera, and even an enchanting conversation with a man who seemed wholly unaware of his unintentional diy tracheotomy. None of it makes him feel as untethered and scared as seeing you on the floor does.

You're paler than you should be, and he hurries to stop you when your head turns towards him. "Ace?"

"Hey, sweetheart." He kneels, takes the neckbrace from Marco, sliding it beneath you and into place. "Can't have you moving your head like that until we know what happened. Can you tell me what today is?" He waits to get your answer, then continues. "What year is it?"

You frown. "I'm fine," you protest, "let me get up."

Ace shakes his head. "You passed out, sweetheart. We're taking you to the hospital." He watches as Marco grabs your wrist, eyes flicking to the watch on his wrist. "I'll get the backboard."

He needs something to do, to dispell the nervous jitter as he runs through all the things that could be wrong, running from mildly inconvenient to terminal diagnoses. By the time he makes it back and they load you onto the board, Ace is trying to stay positive for your sake.

"This is unnecessary," you whine as you're loaded into the bay, pouting at Ace. "Really? I passed outㅡ"

"And hit your head," he protests. "You need to be looked at." He shifts to professional mode as he picks up his radio, rattling off your vitals and brief description of what the situation had been.

"Ace?" He turns, finds you watching him.

"I'm sorry," you say and his chest aches as he brushes hair out of your face.

"Don't be," he murmurs, "you'll be fine, okay? We'll get you checked out, figure out what happened, then get you home."

"For cuddles?" You sound hopeful, and Ace grins.

"Of course."

Ace doesn't get to see you much further than your admission, and by the time he finishes his shift, you're already in a room that he's pointed to by the night shift nurse at the desk.

You're sitting up when he enters, cup of jello in hand, though you light up as you see him. "There's my baby," he coos, grinning as you roll your eyes. "What'd they say?"

"They ran a CT to make sure I didn't have anything abnormal going on," you report, "and it came back clear. My blood sugar was just really low, so I guess I passed out because of it. They're sending me home with a modified diet."

"Good," Ace says, tucking himself into the bed beside you despite your protest. "You scared me, babe."

"I'm sorry," you say as you let him tug you down, arms wrapped around you. "They'll be mad if they come in and you're asleep in this bed with me."

Ace presses his face to your chest. "Let them," he mumbles. "Don't care, I'm gonna nap with you."

"Brat," you tease, and he sighs.

"I'm your brat."

You hum, kissing the top of his head. "That you are."