#now I gotta pay for plastic surgery or something >:

[lieximhuman]

I wish I had a pretty face so I could have short hair 😭😭😭 augahBvvVavVvBs

(Edit: why long hair then? To hide my face duh! Also bc if it’s all pretty that’s what ppl notice first… or so I hope)

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Five Peter Parker Has Needs

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> In which Peter needs things, and Tony realises his privilege.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 937

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) None applicable.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Revisiting this has brought me such joy - writing it was a delight. Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics!

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My bag thudded as it hit the side of my desk, and I rolled my eyes, draining the last of the water from my bottle. "Too hot. Need more water. Melting."

"Good afternoon to you, too," Tony replied without looking up, shifting to one-handed tinkering as he reached into the minifridge under his workbench, tossing a water aimlessly over his shoulder. I instinctively jerked on the prototype webshooter I'd left in my space, face falling as the shot sailed wide of its target, the plastic bottle dropping to the floor with a shameful thump. The silence sat heavy for a moment before I moved forward, clearing my throat.

"It's too hot to aim."

Tony let out a quiet snort. "Yeah, that's the issue – not that you've been complaining too much to get the alignment right."

I sighed heavily, dropping into a chair and unzipping my hoodie. "It's the wrong weather to be trans, Mr. Stark." The suit was still the best binder I had – no way I could bring myself to ask Tony for a separate one – and even though the fabric was lightweight, I was suffering.

"Tony," he clarified once more. Despite the three weeks that had passed since the adoption was official, I still couldn't shake the respect that led me to address my guardian so formally, even though he kept correcting me. "How can I help?"

I swallowed around the dryness in my throat, wincing at the discomfort. "I… I could… Maybe use a couple extra binders? If that's okay," I added quickly, dropping my head to the shooter on my wrist and fiddling with it. "I mean, I'm gonna get surgery in a few years, so I shouldn't need any more, probably. Just gotta save up, you know? Get a job." My laughter sounded hollow, and I bit my lip, suddenly aware of the implications. "But that's fine – I mean, I'm happy to do that, it's just gonna take a little while, and this is just in the meantime. I'm looking for a job for the weekends, it's just hard to find something that fits with school, and…"

I trailed off as Tony spun on his stool, hands empty, his focus entirely on me. "You're looking for a job?" he clarified, his voice emotionless. I nodded slowly, uncertainly, unnerved by his attention. Is he mad I asked for a new binder?

"I love the one in my suit," I rectified quickly, holding up my hands in protest, "I really, really do. I just thought, maybe, a couple of spares could be good – for when I'm not wearing the suit, or-"

"Peter, I'm sorry." I paused as he interrupted quietly, stomach sinking at the anticipated rejection. "I've been stupid."

"Wha- No! Not at all, Mr. Stark. Honestly, the suit is great, I promise. And I'm happy to pay for anything else myself, I just-"

"Kid, I'm not mad at you," Tony interjected, one hand raised to quiet my tirade. "I'm frustrated at myself. You've been here for a few months now, and we haven't talked about pocket money."

I blinked owlishly, all thoughts leaving my head. "P… Pocket money?"

Tony nodded, clicking his fingers as he thought. "My dad was a generous man, financially. I won't be the same – you won't go wanting, but I want you to understand the worth. Your pocket money will scale, based on school performance, and how you do in your internship this summer."

"… Internship?" I repeated, feeling lost.

"The Stark Internship Programme. I'm assuming you're going to apply?"

My mouth worked wordlessly. "I… Hadn't thought about it. Summer is only a few weeks away – isn't it too late?"

He waved away my protest with a wry grin. "It's fine. I know the CEO." I let out a short laugh, overawed by the idea of working directly with the Iron Man. "I'd love to apply."

Tony nodded again, then shook his head. "Regardless, I should've been giving you a stipend. You don't need to get a job – you need to focus on school. You've got a lot of potential, kid. I don't want you wasting your time. If you want one, I'll support you, but you don't need one."

I closed my open jaw with a click, finally gaining control of my own face. "I… Mr. Stark, thank you." I didn't understand how he saw so much potential in me, but I was flattered, and overwhelmed, by his attention.

"Friday," Tony continued, raising his voice as he spoke to the room at large. "Set up a weekly payment to Peter of $300, and send a $50 bonus for every A grade. We'll hash out the details of the internship bonuses nearer the time," he added to me, while I simply gazed in wonder. I'd known Tony was wealthy – extortionately so – but it never occurred to me that I would have any part of that. May had been reserved with her money, and I'd never had cash to spend before. The opportunities before me felt endless.

"Mr. Stark… You don't have to do that. I'm not… I don't live here for money," I asserted quietly while Friday confirmed the transaction details. Tony paused in his nodding, fixing me with a confused arch of the eyebrow.

"I know, kid. But I want you to be happy, and motivated, and focused. I want you to do amazing things – for yourself, of course, but also for me. You'll be a credit to me, Peter. More so without distractions." My eyes widened in panic at the expectations, and he laughed. "No pressure. You just do your best, kid. I'm already proud of you."

[terrorismreports]

how can you just forget

my friends dying sorry its annoying or something but this is what hurts the most cause now everyones gotta die. starting in 93 and up.

sober as a gopher it doesnt matter with what they have you guys dont know what to tell an addict if your main goal is your own drugs just to keeps yas calm. dont ever know the repercussions of who poisons the wells when you get the drugs after it gets confiscated.

faggots can keep ajaxing the redesigners and only giving those certain names good drugs.

extremely experimental transgender and plastic surgery wiki leaks there faggot grayce. i just got all that cause you wanted to play me as a faggot in kensington. and no one wants to do anything but set it up moree as grayces fault.???/

so you all can live carefree and in retirement?

the party where heath ledger killed himself after the better role making shit in hollywood and you guys are supposed to be a form of underground and crashed 30th st station. but grayce is the pirate bay leak? wikileaks and jace and jc fanfics on the cartel and you guys are just running around big as shit or something

doing whatever you want.

because you all just want what you want. so get the repercussions of saidd actions . opposite or equal and there are many other perspectives

how can i get away from parents that dont even want me my whole life cause when i was born i ruined whatever bullshit you all had going on. dont even know where im born dont even know where my dads from.

want to say you treated me like this cause this was the kid i was or something when shes still even scared to hear you yell or disappoint any of you.

but keep living all your real lavish big rich fucking lives.

getting all the Disney trips all the gatherings and all the bullshit i never got to go to nothing of mine produced income sorry martha stewart moved her estates cause grayce again is the one that coinnstanly needs funds unlike all the girls you guys have been doing all this shit with isnt the issue or anything. or paying people to keep trheir mouths shut. but i really cant get a fucking job or do anything like a normal human ive been having this issue since i hit my head when i was pregnant but its cool no psychological issues and nothing is wrong with me. life circumstances not a good excuse

anxiety ptsd definitely not a good excuse anymore

victimizing people so they get some recognition also a dying trait.

thank you entire family for havbing the religious background and the rehab aa na whole book on what to do while youre all so engulfed by your own personal problems im just still hearing sometimes 9i have to do what i have to do. thats the griffiths way i was told when i didnt want to have sex with someone but they still initiated. more than once so ill be a rat bitch the rest of my life. so now all of you still trying to fight for rights for kids to party with mike johnson because hes so good lo9oking and we need to desensitize uh pedohpiles whilke "training " kid to even just accused a 10 year old of raping the 14 year old girl but no you guys arent voting kids on kids trying to p-lay shoot your local heroin dealer over pilkus. and not understanding what we are saying everything that has been backing this i hope there arent more that feel like this.

cause if i wanted to do this my whole life i would have had a better stage set like all of you actors and actress wanna be

the 0 sugar diet comes from what entity in this fight? why is it at my moms and my dads if my mom still hates on my step mom how do i forgive and not let you suffer. how do i not let all of Hazelton suffer?

using my no religion rule you're also going to have to accept scotts excuse since he grew up in church and they went preaching on indian reservations out west. and now you all have your own religion and it has had adverse effects on me my whole life. so im the anti and now everyone needs some form of comfort.

[baekhvuns]

Ok good news my mum said it fine to take a drop year like finally dude 😭😭 but the bad news is the job i told you about....i couldn't get it...cuz the aunt tht told me out didn't tell us how urgent it was like they needed an answer then and there if it was a yes or no, but of course emy parents took a lot of time to decide and when they called her she was like "oh now the slot is unavailable" 😭

Anyways whenever I'll get a job I will, but ykw I'm worried about now, a function is taking place in my house and well...I'm happy cuz I get to dress up BUT IK MY RELATIVES ARE GOING TO EAT ME UP WITH QUESTIONS AND IF I TELL THEM IM TAKING A YEAR OFF IMMA HV TO DEAL WITH THOSE JUDGY LOOKS 😭😭 I get what mum meant...but, I'll Def won't pay mind to it, but at this point, I'm preparing for that stupid test and honestly...I'm see no opportunities for like graphic designing and stuff as of now...or any other course I'd like to opt for but...I won't give up, I'll look for them and in the meantime I'm focusing on my language learning...yeah, but for some reason I've been really happy...idk but yeah 😭

AND WE'RE GOING TO THE WEDDING ON 14 JANUARY YAYYYY!!! CELEBRATIONS!! And before tht too I'm wearing suit to the function I told you about and it's not a new one it's my grandmothers...I'm HAPPY 😭

Ok so i HAD to talk abt this to you, so I've been tutoring my cousin, she's in 9th grade and yeah we've been having fun, but sometimes she...SHE HAS A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX OK? And well ok it shouldn't bother me but the way she says it ticks me off like the other day we were talking about this whole ethnic and traditional clothes thing and she legit said "well, you know traditional clothing doesn't suit you, you can't manage it" or something like "when you speak Punjabi you look really funny, even my mum said you don't know how to speak it"

...like? HOW CN YOU POSSIBLY TELL ME THAT MY CULTURE DOESN'T SUIT ME??? WTH??

Anyways, NAURRR you're so right PPL my age debuting is like 😭 LIKE WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN MY LIFE? WHY ARE WE STILL HERE? JUST TO SUFFER?

Omg yes, that actress is like a softer version of hema Malini THE EYELINER I WAS DED 😭 u r so right, the Indian fan base is so FRUSTRATING bcz they collectively make up a Karen fanbase really I'm not even kidding, like an actress gains weight they all go crazy, or they say oh she's had plastic surgery and stuff...It's so annoying honestly man

As a person who has no experience with lehnga I think I get what you're tryna say, the poofy lehengas the ones you gotta pick up and then move. Omg i just remembered something, the other day me and my mum were just talking about something and somehow we somehow started talking about relationships and my mum, my typical brown mum, was like "you better not have a bf, focus on your studies, when the time is right, you'll find someone, and blah blah" and i looked at her straight and the yes and I said "do you honestly believe i have the confidence TO FIND MYSELF A BF?" And she started laughing like 😭😭 I was like what? And she said you're right 😭😭😭

hello!!

OKAY WE GOT ONE GOOD NEWS??? and 🧍🏻‍♀️

COME ON 😭😭😭 U GUYS SHOULDVE SAID YES ON SPOT DEAL W THE CONSEQUENCES LATER AT LEAST THE $$$ 😭😭 hopefully another one opens for u 🤲🏻

see for graphic designing, u can always start a etsy business where u sell prints (made in canva) and or templates, some of my friends do that as well as i so it does generate and make u practice ur skills! ofc focus on ur test, hope u pass w good grades 💓💓

WE WIN EITHER WAY???? we need pics (will priv the ask if u do send!) and details and everything

“how can u tell me my culture doesn’t suit me??” LMFAOOO PLS THIS EXACTLY FVWJDHWKHDKW like what’s the competition in speaking punjabi like 😭😭😭😭 see my mom raised me like “if they don’t like what u wear and point at it they’re just jealous they don’t do it better” SO U GET MY POINT JCJCJ

NO SRS???? LIKE WERE WAS I IN THAT GENE POOL WHERE U ALL GOT SELECTED AND THEN BECAME FAMOUS LIKE

her eyeliner and looks were god tier, truly what an era of women and beauty 😩 omfg im so tired of the “she’s pregnant” bc she’s wearing LOSE CLOTHES OR HWS HER HAND ON HER STOMACH LIKE????? aunties ????? shaming aish for weight gain and then u click their pfp it’s “shalini nath, jai ma durga💖” ????? FAM????

i wore it once never again, the poof in it like gets stuck in between ur legs so there’s like poof stuck in ur thighs and u have to walk like a penguin truly the most frustrating night of my life and it was at a reception too 😭

LMFAOOOO NO CAUSE HRJWHDKW SAME LIKE THEY RLY THINK SAYING THAT WILL DO SOMETHING TO WHEN IT NEVER DOES like im amazed u have this thought that i have a lot of bf’s but miss girl that iz le not true <3

[lizamango]

Bone Dry Cappuccino (Mark McSteamy Sloan x Reader)

A/N I started Grey’s a week ago and now I’m on Season 4 and obsessed so 

this is drabble and it’s not even good I just had to put it down but maybe I’ll write part 2?

Summary: You work at the cafeteria and one of your customers loves your bone-dry cappuccino

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Warnings: None

You turn around to see one of your favourite customers waiting in line.

“Dr. Karev,” you smile. “What can I get you?”

“Uh, a bone-dry cappuccino, please Y/N.”

You frown at the unfamiliar request. “Trying something new?” you ask as you prepare a disposable cup and press the espresso button on the machine, pull the lever and as it pours the coffee into the cup you froth up some milk.

He chuckles, “no it’s for my new boss… what a drama queen he’s some hot shot in New York.”

“Oh? What’s his service?”

“Plastics. So I gotta suck up to ‘im.”

You plop the foam into the cup until it’s full and put a lid on top, turning to face Dr. Karev. “Here you are.”

“So uh… what the hell is a bone-dry cappuccino anyway?” he places a $5 note on the counter.

“Little bit of coffee and milk and whole lotta air,” you shrug, putting the note into the cash register.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smile as he walks away and you address the next customer.

-

“Usual, Dr. Karev?” you ask as he approaches your counter.

“For me? No, for the hot shot? Yes please,” he grumbles.

You laugh as you start to make the bone-dry cappuccino.

“Why is a drink $5 anyway? It’s mostly air in there, you said it yourself,” he rambles.

“What did he do now?” you humour him as you allow him to vent to you.

The intern scoffs, “the guy’s got me on sutures. That’s grunt work. I’m not a grunt. He won’t let me scrub in for surgery and he’s got me in the pit. Can you believe that?”

“Why don’t you just go back to Dr. Montgomery-Sherpherd?”

“It’s just Montgomery now. And I don’t wanna be in with the gynies and the peds. I wanna go into plastics.”

You cover up the cup with a lid and hand it to him. “Chin up,” you say encouragingly as he pays.

“See ya,” he mumbles walking away.

-

You sit at a table on your break trying to study for your psych exam as you hear Alex at the counter ordering… surprise, surprise a bone-dry cappuccino.

“You on break?” he asks you from across the cafeteria.

“No, I’m getting paid to sit here and look pretty,” you smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “You know you lose points when you know you’re attractive right?”

“Oh? Who says?” you raise a brow. “A man?”

“I’m gonna… shut up now.” He’s handed the drink by the barista on shift and waves goodbye to you.

You get back to studying for your test but are interrupted. You look up and see Alex meeting your gaze.

“Can I help you Dr. Karev?”

“You gotta make a bone-dry cappuccino.”

You frown and close your textbook. “What?”

“You gotta make a bone-dry cappuccino,” he repeats.

“You just came down for one?”

“Okay well my boss is psycho apparently and he could tell it wasn’t you who made it.”

“Karev, I have an exam to study for.”

“Y/N, I’m asking you nicely. Please. He’s doing a leg reattachment this afternoon and I gotta scrub in for that. I’m goin’ through withdrawl. Please make him that stupid cappuccino.”

“This is crazy,” you say in agreement as he pulls you up by the arm and leads you to the counter.

You make the drink with an apologetic look to your coworker, hoping they don’t feel insulted but from the looks of their face they really didn’t care.

Karev is bouncing up and down in anticipation as you place the cup on the counter. You wrap up a lemon loaf slice and place it on the counter too. “Here, so he doesn’t get pissed at you.”

“You’re an angel.” He takes the food and rushes to the elevators as you chuckle, going back to studying before your break ended.

Closing time approached so you lock up the register and collect any pastries and cakes that weren’t bought to give away to the local shelters since they were no good to sell the next day anyway. You wipe down all the tables and turn over the chairs so that the janitors could get to the floors once they came in early the next morning.

“Hey, need some help?” you look up and see Alex with a grin on his face.

“Did you get to scrub in?”

“Yeah, thanks. That loaf slice really won him over,” he says as he turns some more chairs.

“That���s good. You owe me $7.”

“Wow –“

“Oh, did you think that was free?” you tease.

“How was your studying?”

“Got through most of it, just wanna forget all about it now.”

He looked like he was going to say something but someone shouts his name.

“Karev, who do we have here?” A man who rivals McDreamy’s hotness walks up to you both in a leather jacket and a smirk.

Alex clears his throat, “Dr. Sloan this is Y/N, Y/N this is my boss.”

You smile and nod. “Nice to meet you Mr bone-dry cappuccino.”

You shake his outstretched hand. “Call me Mark. So you’re the one that makes the mean cup of coffee. Missed you today, Karev brought me something that tasted like dirt at first.”

“Well coffee making is an art. Not a lot of people understand and have the finesse for it,” you play along.

“I was gonna go get a drink at the bar across the street… unwind a little. Care to join?”

You look up at Alex who just smiles at you.

“Sure.”

[angelplummie]

Can you do bully tendon or atsumu ???? Pls I love your work🥺🥺

SECRETS

BULLY MIYA ATSUMU X F!READER

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Warnings: bullying, verbal abuse, manipulation, negging i suppose???, angst, anger issues (once more), reference to suicide, depression, unrequited love, i want to say mommy issues, there’s no solid proof, but i just know they’re there

Atsumu was nice to you, or that’s what he told you.

He didn’t make you embarrass yourself, or give him sexual favours, or even lend him money. You should be thankful he’s so kind on you, there are much worse guys out there that would abuse the leverage he has over you, trust him, he would know.

But just because there are worse guys doesn’t stop the constant stream of texts you get from him everyday after school, sometimes in the morning if he’s up early enough.

u looked rlly gross today

maybe u should get plastic surgery, maybe then boys will want to fuck u

u should hear how they talk about u in the locker room, it’s hilarious

I should record some for u next time

also do u hear how loud you pant when you run LMAO

how do u even show up to gym without wanting to killing urself?

why don’t u ever respond?? Maybe if u grew a personality I’d lay off a bit

ur lucky I even pay attention to u, ur so boring and useless and ugly, I don’t know why I bother

u better not b thinking abt blocking this number, and u better not snitch. I’ve been nice and haven’t laid a finger on a greasy little hair of urs, but don’t push ur luck

The first couple times it happened, you couldn’t come out of your hysterics, absolutely balling, listening to ping after ping after ping.

Nowadays you hardly even read them, and you aren’t sure why he keeps doing it. He should know he’s effectively destroyed your body image by now, you don’t leave the fucking house and when you do it’s in baggy t-shirts and sweats. You don’t know what he’s after, maybe he thinks he’s sustaining it now, he’s pushed it down but he’s gotta keep it low, as if the human ego is that resilient.

Whatever it is, he keeps doing it.

And you can sense his annoyance at your indifference, he wants you to really soak in every word he says, to feel it hit you as hard as the first times, have you scrabbling at your keyboard to type ‘pls stop, why r u doing this?’

U kno what, I’m not entirely sure ur reading these.

I think what I’ll do is give u a little test tomorrow after school, u won’t mind coming to practice will u?

You roll your eyes and throw your phone on your bed. He can’t ‘test you’ over the phone?

Your phone lights up again.

Don’t fucking leave me on read when I ask u a question, will u be there after school? I’m not asking again.

You sigh and pick it back up, shooting him a quick Yes, Atsumu, and putting your phone on do not disturb. You could check in the morning if he said anything of note that he’d want to test you on, but for now, you just wanted to sleep.

Ugh, this is such a pain. I don’t wanna go to the volleyball practice. He will definitely be there, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t want anyone on the volleyball team to see me. Whatever. It’s not like I can not go, Atsumu will just do something worse. I’ll just get it over with.

The next morning, you woke in a cold sweat. It was that same fucking dream. You were in the right on the shore of a stormy ocean, but every time you tried climbing out you ended up getting dragged back in further to the grey ocean. It always ended with a tentacle wrapping around your leg and yanking you deeper, and then you’d be up.

Better check your phone, he might ask you something about it and you can’t imagine anything good coming from if you failed his impromptu quiz.

Oh, that’s weird. He only sent 1 message.

You open it, pushing hair out of your face and trying to wake yourself up a bit more.

Your heart plummets as you read the text, you can hear his stupid smug voice saying it too.

btw, if u somehow manage to mess this up, then i might slip up and tell someone something u really don’t want him to know

That fucking bastard.

That evil fucking bastard.

You wanted to scream. You can’t believe you were stupid enough to tell him at the end of second year that you still had an enormous, absolutely devastating crush on his fucking twin brother.

He wasn’t like the other boys in your year. He was gentler, he wasn’t so loud or so scary. When you spoke to him, he would actually listen.

You, him and Atsumu were actually somewhat of a trio all through first and second year, you remember the hours you spent at practice with them, watching them bicker, being the completely biased judge to settle all their disputes, cheering at their games, hiding in their closet when their mother grounded them from seeing their friends. You don’t know what happened, but you didn’t see Tsumu all summer, then when he came back he was a whole different person.

After summer, Atsumu wasn’t the only one to change. Osamu wondered why you hardly hung out anymore, why the only time he saw you was in lesson (where you thankfully sat near each other), and when he did see you, why you looked so drained, so... miserable. He didn’t push though, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he had to admit he was worried.

You never planned to tell Osamu how you felt, how could you? You knew you weren’t anything like what boys your age wanted. Atsumu hardly let you forget.

Did he really want you dead? Did he want you gone? Because he was acting like it. You can’t imagine what drugs he could’ve take over the summer, but he wasn’t the same kid.

You didn’t know why he hated you so much all of a sudden, but surely there’s nothing you could’ve done that would make him despise you this much. It was like he was possessed, it was bizarre.

Well, guess you have to pass his stupid fucking test, whatever the fuck that is. What does that even fucking mean anyway? Pretentious prick, thinks he’s some kind of fucking Jigsaw-type game master bitch just because he made you hate yourself or something? Egotistical asshole..

Angrily, you started preparing for the school day. This would be a long one.

Just as you had predicted, this day seems never ending. The nerves are eating you up inside, making you jittery the whole day, especially when talking to Osamu. He seemed particularly concerned today, which made your heart flutter because he was so perceptive, he should be particularly concerned today.

Finally, horribly, the end of the day rolled around. You inches your way to the gym, dragging your feet across the dirt.

Dread weighed heavy like a lump of iron in your stomach, and your hands shook when you knocked on the open door of the gym to get Atsumu’s attention. He swivelled around and smirked, beckoning you to him. You walked slowly, politely, towards him, and he revelled in the way he stood tall above you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Hello,” you murmured, eager to get this over with.

He asked his coach for just a few spare minutes with you, to which the coach agreed to. He gave him a warm smile and pulled you to the benches by the side.

You could see Osamu hitting spikes from the corner of your eye, you tried not to focus on him.

“Alright, before we start, lose that dead look in your eyes. You’re not a fucking corpse, stop acting like it.”

It felt surreal to talk to him in real life again, his abuse had been purely technological for so long, it felt like it wasn’t the same person. But it was. It was the Tsumu that you had shared your first kiss with at a middle school sleepover that hated you so much it made his gut churn. It was the same Tsumu that comforted you when your cat died that told you to kill yourself at least once a day. It was your previous best friend in the whole world that wanted you to suffer more than anyone ever has.

You blinked at him, and he probably decided it was a lost cause, because he carried on speaking.

“First question, how did you look yesterday?”

You took a deep breath.

“‘Really gross’”

He snorted.

“Very good. Second question, if you want boys to fuck you, what should you do?”

You stared at the ground.

“‘Get plastic surgery’”

“See, is it so hard to pay attention? You’re doing very well!”

You feel tears prick your eyes and your fists clench. You shouldn’t be crying right now. Aren’t you used to it? It shouldn’t be any different in person, but still...

“Third question, what do you do when you run?”

...

Oh no.

“I said-“

You can’t remember.

“-what do you do-“

His voice is getting louder, your gaze is fixed on his feet, trying not to panic.

What did he say about running? Why can’t you remember? You read those messages ten times over this morning to make sure, how could you forget?

“-when you run?!”

Every noise in the gym was quiet as Atsumu’s voice boomed round the hall, the only audible thing was the rebound of a forgotten volleyball hitting the ground.

“I-I can’t remember...” you whispered, desperate for the attention to be drawn away from you.

“Tsumu? Y/N? What’s going on?”

Oh god, please, anyone but him.

“Y-y-you forgot?” Atsumu mocked in a hushed tone as Osamu walked over, visibly confused.

“I thought you understood the rules, Y/N.”

“Please Atsumu, please don’t do this,” you begged breathlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you guys fighting?” Osamus warm eyes flickered over to you, and you opened your mouth to answer before the bane of your existence spoke again.

“Y/N wants to tell you something but she’s very shy.”

“Atsumu-“

“You know maybe I should tell you for her, I wonder if she’ll be able to get the words out.”

You felt sick, you hardly even heard your own voice as you pleaded out Atsumu’s name.

Osamu stared in utter confusion as his brother turned towards him and put on his fake-kindness voice, all the while you tugged on his jersey from behind him, begging him to stop.

“Y/N actually-“

“Atsumu.” he interrupted his brother seriously. He didn’t have the slightest idea what was going on, but he knew you weren’t ok at the moment, and he knew you were distressed from your weak voice and that look on your face.

“She doesn’t want you to tell me, leave it.”

Osamu saw a flash of irritation on Atsumu’s face, making him frown.

“I think you’ll want to hear this though.”

This couldn’t be happening. You feel a bit lightheaded, a little ill. The horror of the scene unfurling in front of you had stunned you into silence.

“She has a massive crush on you, Samu! Isn’t that funny?”

You hadn’t realised how silent the gym was until Atsumu stopped talking.

Everyone’s eyes were on you.

Perfect. Just heavenly.

Before anyone could say another word, you turned to the door and walked away, footsteps reverberating around the court.

Shame and anger glazed over your eyes as you disjointedly walked past the school building, clutching your bag straps for dear life.

What the fuck was his problem?

Why did he hate you so much?

What had you ever done to deserve this?

You hated him. You fucking hated him.

As you left the school gates under the light of the setting sun, you felt a big hand on your shoulder.

Oh, I wonder who it could be, you thought dryly

Sure enough, it was evil in a fucking high schooler.

“I said you didn’t understand the rules, not that the game was over,” he drawled.

You were so over this, so fucking mad. In a way, you were set free by the fact your secret was out. You didn’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat, shoving him away.

He looked down at you, disgruntled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you were now openly crying, but you were so furious you couldn’t care, “I never did anything to you, I thought we were best fucking friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to retaliate, probably with something arrogant but you bit back fast, temper getting the better over you.

“You can’t act like you fucking own me anymore Miya Atsumu. You don’t have shit on me anymore, so leave me the fuck alone. I don’t have to put up with you anymore, fucking wanker.”

You were losing all control of what you were saying, months and months of anger and sadness and bitterness spilled out, it was hard to stop.

“Are you happy now? Are you happy now that you’ve ruined my fucking life? Did it make you feel good? Did it make you feel big to be mean to a woman? Did you get off on that?”

“Shut-“

“You-you know what, I would’ve preferred if you made me fuck you or give you money, or whatever the fuck freaks like you want. You really are a fucking sicko, Atsumu.” you were slurring your words, choking on them through your sobs. You were sure you looked hideous, all snot and wet tears and resentment.

“You learned you could blackmail me so you, what, verbally assault me? Is that the best you could come up with? You must be the lamest excuse for a blackmailer I’ve-“

He clapped a hand over you’re mouth all of a sudden and shushed you. You hadn’t been looking in his eyes while you were ranting, but he was furious. You had never seen him this mad.

“Keep it the fuck down, noisy bitch, you want the whole team finding out?”

You bit down hard, and Atsumu hissed in pain, letting go of your face.

“I said don’t fucking touch me.”

You swivelled on your heel and stormed away as he watched you, seething and nursing his hand.

you collapse on your bed, tears threatening to drown you.

Being angry was nice, but short lived.

Now all you were left with was misery and shame and embarrassment.

Oh god, what did Osamu think of you now? Did he hate you? You hope he understood at least a little why you stopped hanging around him. You didn’t think you had the heart to tell him everything else that happened, as much as you’d like to see Atsumu get it.

Your phone chimes in your discarded bag, and you sigh, eyes puffy and tired from crying at you reach in to get it.

Oh! it’s Osamu!

you open it without thinking, immediately regret it, then proceed to read his message anyway.

Hey. ik u might not want to talk to me rn, but i just want you to know that i know what ur thinking, and i do still want to be friends. i’m sorry i can’t like u that way, and i’m sure u were never gonna tell me, but i think it’s good that i know now, cuz now u can stop ignoring me right? we can go back to like it was before yeah?

i miss u

also i’m gonna beat up atsumu, hope that makes u feel better

As you read the messages, you begin crying again, but happy tears. You didn’t realise how much you missed him until now, it felt like your first breath of fresh air in ages.

Maybe things would be alright.

For you, maybe.

Atsumu was losing his shit.

He was walking home after Osamu told their mum to leave him, coach told him to work on endurance. The cold night air was only heightening his anxiety, as he thought about how he had brashly throw away the grip he had on you.

He had lost you, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Of course, that didn’t stop him trying to blame you for ignoring him and pissing him off. He hated when you ignored him. And you seemed to do it so much, there’s only so much a man can take.

Truth is, if anyone had a massive crush, it was Atsumu. When you told him summer before 3rd year that you liked his brother better than him, that you only liked his brother, and liked him a lot, he couldn’t describe the agony of putting all the pieces together and realising you wanted Osamu, not him.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, your face made him so angry he thought he would throw up. So when you came back after the summer, looking more radiant than ever, he knew he had to do something, had to squash this glow, had to make you feel as horrible and disgusting and unwanted as he did.

It wasn’t like he would do it forever, he had a plan, just a little longer, and he would start being kind to you. He would show you that no one else would ever love you, like he did, and he knew you would believe him. You would be together, and everyone could be happy.

But his temper was hot and untameable when he was provoked, and your nonchalance was driving him insane.

He had ruined everything, but his feelings of hatred and love remained.

And he would take everything down with it.

WOO this was a wild one, thanks for sticking around till the end, hope u enjoyed! reblogs appreciated, bye love u bye 💞💞

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Love and Medicine ~ 6

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Word Count: 3,710ish

Summary: Val throws a party. You remember the date.

Warning: talk of sex / I do not own Marvel or Grey’s Anatomy.

The morning came and you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You really wanted to go meet Steve for breakfast, but you knew you probably shouldn’t. With a heavy sigh, you turned over to look at your bedside clock. There was 30 minutes until it was time to meet Steve. You could make it in time, if you went. You also had the day off so if you didn’t go, you wouldn’t run in to Steve today anyway.

After another five minutes of debating, you heaved yourself up and hurried into your bathroom. You got ready quickly, not going too overboard with trying to impress him. As you ran down the stairs, you shoved Clint out of the way.

“Woah!” He exclaimed. “What’s the rush?”

“Sorry, Clint!” You replied, not stopping. “I gotta go!”

When you finally got to the cafe, you were a few minutes late and Steve was already at an outside table. You noticed that he looked a little nervous. He was sketching in a notebook, knee bouncing under the table.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, having walked quietly up to the table.

Steve’s head snapped up. He looked a little surprised and relieved to see you standing there. “Uh, no,” he smiled. He motioned to the seat across from him. “Be my guest.”

“Thank you,” you pulled out your chair and sat down. He handed you the menu. You took it before looking at the notebook on the table. There was a sketch of you on the open page. “Wow. Did you draw that?”

Steve quickly shut the book and set it in his lap. “You weren’t suppose to see that. Not yet, anyway.”

“Well, it was really good.��

“Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you go into art?”

“Doesn’t pay the bills. Plus, brains are more fun.”

You laughed. “I guess so.”

The two of you order food and sat there for a few hours talking. It was mostly him asking about you and you telling him extremely long stories. You had just finished one about you and your parents that left him laughing.

“You’re parents sound amazing,” Steve said, finishing off his laugh. “I would love to meet them some day.” 

You stopped, immediately looking sad. Just the thought of your parents caused you to remember something. The date. It would be the first anniversary of their deaths in two days.

“Y/N?” Steve broke you out of your trace. You looked at him, a furrowed brow and worried eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I… I should go,” you stood, scraping your chair against the ground as you did. Steve quickly stood up as well, surprised at your sudden need to leave. “I really need to go.”

You hurried out of the cafe’s fenced on section. You didn’t make it much farther before Steve’s large hand was around your bicep, stopping you.

“You’re surprising fast,” he tried to joke. You clearly weren’t having it. “What’s the rush?” He tried to study your eyes, they looked pained. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll see you at work, Steve. Please.” You tugged away from him. “I have to go.”

He stood there, watching, as you hurried off to your car and drove into traffic.

~~~

You went straight to the hospital, willingly taking someone’s shift to get your mind off everything. You did not want to remember it and you definitely didn’t want to drown yourself in grief. You were going to work it off.

By the time your intern friends got to the hospital, you had been there for 20 hours. You ate and caught sleep when you could but it was never very much. Valkyrie immediately came up to you and told you about a party she wanted to throw for her girlfriend that was coming into town. You agreed to it, absentmindedly since you were so tired, on the condition that it wouldn’t be very big.

Before you knew it, the day of the anniversary arrived, and you were doing everything possible to avoid thinking about it. Thankfully, you hadn’t seen Steve since you hurried away. You really didn’t want to explain it all to him. It was early morning when Dr. Banner pulled you into a surgery. You were holding the heart as he worked, with your fellow interns watching from the gallery.

“I wish I could hold a heart,” Scott whined.

“A monkey could hold a heart,” Natasha responded.

“You’re just mad that Banner didn’t ask you.”

“Has anyone noticed that Y/N’s been acting strange lately?” Clint asked, eyes trained on you below. “Like, more than usual.”

“I haven’t,” Natasha shrugged.

“She’s probably just having a bad day,” Scott said.

“Clint!” Val came into the gallery. “I need more ice and chips.”

“Who else did you invite, Val?” He asked.

“Val, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics.”

“I invited a few of the people from Peds.”

“Great!” Natasha scoffed. “You invited the kindergarteners to Y/N’s place. The next thing you’ll say is that you invited the shrinks.” Val winced. “You invited the mental defects? This party’s going to suck.”

“You know that Y/N thinks this is just going to be a little, small, meet-your-girlfriend cocktail thing, right?” Clint questioned.

“Yes. I’ll tell her the change in plans though. I promise.”

“Why are you wasting the only weekend your girlfriend is in town on a big party?” Natasha asked. “Is she bad in bed?”

“No,” Val chuckled. “I just want her to meet some of my friends.”

“Right. Sixty some odd geeks in scrubs are your friends.” Her pager went off, causing her to look at it and get up to leave. “Bad sex, sucks for you.”

“Did I hear correctly that there’s a party at Y/N’s house tonight?” Peter asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Oh really, a party?” Natasha responded, playing down.

“Uh, news to me,” Scott added.

“Yeah, no party,” Clint said.

~~~

The surgery was long, but amazing. Though it still didn’t help get your mind off the day.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, coming up beside you as you headed to the elevator. “I heard you did a CABG with Banner.”

“Yeah,” you responded.

“Did you get to hold the heart?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s an amazing feeling. You never forget your first time.”

“It was pretty great just to watch,” Clint said, sliding in between the two of you. “Vicarious thrills, you know?”

“Yeah,” you replied again, too caught up in your mind to do anything else.

The elevator dinged and you and Clint walked on. You turned around to see Steve, still standing outside the elevator, looking concerned.

“I’ll see you later,” he commented, the furrow of his brow never changing.

“Bye,” you responded as the doors shut. Clint was leaning back against the wall, watching you. It was eerily silent until you finally spoke. “My parents died a year ago today,” it was a whisper.

“What?” Clint stood up straight, coming towards you. “How—“

“They were driving in a canyon. The road was icy…. Dad lost control of the car… it dove off the cliff.”

“Oh my goodness. Y/N, I am so sorry.”

“I’ve never told anyone what happened before.” A single tear slipped down your cheek. “My parents… they were famous surgeons. I… I changed my last name after they died.”

“Y/N, who were they?” The elevator doors opened.

“I’ve got to go.” 

You rushed out, quickly disappearing in the crowd of doctors and nurses before Clint could follow you. You weren’t watching were you were going, in search for an on call room to break in. You rammed into someone, stumbling back. The person’s hands quickly landed on your biceps, holding you steady.

“Woah there,” Dr. Stark chuckled. “What’s the rush?”

You looked up, teary eyed and embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Stark,” you rushed out. “Let me just—“

“Now, hold on a damn minute.” He got a good look at your face, there was clearly something wrong. “What’s going on?”

“Dr. Stark, I really don’t think—“

“Here.” He pulled you into an empty on call room. “Talk.”

“Dr. Stark, this isn’t appropriate.”

“Neither are the giant heart eyes my friend Steve has every time you walk by. You’re clearly upset, and I want to help. I was also friends with your parents.”

“What?”

“You’re parents are the reason I’m alive. I had an accident a few years back, shrapnel too close to my heart. They saved me. So, I owe it to them to watch over you.”

“You really don’t, Dr. Stark.”

“The name’s Tony.”

“Tony. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know what today is. I’ve been dreading this day for a week now. I can only imagine how you must be feeling.” You looked up, trying to blink away the tears. “Did you change your name because of the accident?”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of living in my dead parents shadows… it was too much.”

“Understood… does Steve know?”

“No.”

“You should tell him.”

“I don’t want people to know.”

“Yeah, but Steve isn’t people, is he?” You didn’t answer so Tony sighed. “Look, I have no right to tell you who you tell or don’t tell. But… Steve’s a good person. He’s been through his far share of struggles. He’d be just willing to listen, if that’s all you wanted.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Tony.”

“Anytime.” He walked to the door, opening it to head out. “Oh and, by the way,” he turned to look at you, “I’m totally rooting for the two of you.”

~~~

Natasha was standing at a nurses station, filling out some paperwork, when a cup of coffee was set beside her. She glanced over to see Dr. Banner, sipping his own cup, looking back at her.

“Just coffee,” he said with a nervous smile.

Natasha looked confused. “Good,” she responded.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Bruce gave her a nod before walking away. Closing what she was doing, Natasha hesitated before picking up the coffee and drinking it. Unknown to her, Bruce and Tony were peeking around the corner and watching her. Hiding back behind the corner, they high fived. 

“Look at what taking my advice can do, Bruce,” Tony exclaimed. 

“Alright, alright,” Bruce agreed. “Maybe I should listen a little more often.”

“Damn right you should.”

“Dr. Stark,” Dr. Potts called, heading towards the nurses station. “Please watch your language around the patients.” She began filling out a chart.

“My deepest apologies, Dr. Potts. We were just celebrating victory.” She still did not look impressed. “You know what would be even more worth celebrating? You, finally accepting a date from me.”

“Okay,” she replied, not bothering to look up.

“You’ve given me that excuse before, and it hasn’t stopped me— wait… did you just agree?”

“I did.” She handed over the chart to the nurse before facing Tony. “I’m only free Friday night. Will that work?”

“Um… yeah…”

“Pick me up in the lobby at 7.” Then Pepper strutted away.

“Look at you go, Tony,” Bruce laughed, putting an arm over his friends shoulders. “She finally said yes.”

“Yeah, and I have 3 surgeries and a meeting with the chief Friday night.”

Bruce grimaced. “Well, you’ll either have to cancel everything or just wine and dine her over a boob job.”

“I’m definitely going to need it covered.”

~~~

After your talk with Tony, you focused on helping a few patients. You were getting a file from the nurses station to help your next one when Steve walked up to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, still concerned.

“Yeah, yeah,” you responded. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? Cause you seem not okay.”

“I’m fine. The CABG was just long.”

“Well, let me take you out to dinner tonight. You can tell me all about it. Real food, waiters, big chunks of carbs in a basket.”

“I can’t.”

“Forget about the party.”

“You know about the party?”

“Your friends will be at the party. You and I can be alone somewhere else.”

“How do you know about the party?”

“Thanks for not inviting me, by the way. That felt good.”

“I didn’t— it’s supposed to be a small get together. Nothing big.”

“Sure doesn’t sound that way to me. Anyway, dinner. Think about dinner.” His pager went off. He looked down at it before looking back at you. “I’ve got to go. But, think about it.”

~~~

Natasha, Clint, and Scott were sitting in the abandoned hallway as Val walked in.

“Okay, so the beer’s coming at 7,” she told them all. “And some of the floor nurses are bringing wine.”

“You invited nurses?” Natasha asked.

“Did you clear this with Y/N?” Scott asked.

“A few more people isn’t going to make a different. Okay? A party’s a party.”

“But it will,” Clint said. “She’s having a day.”

“And the bigger the party, the less time for bad sex with the girlfriend,” Natasha added.

“Would you stop saying that?” Val was getting annoyed. “Britt and I have great sex.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“All the time.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“In fact, we’ll probably have sex during and after the party.”

“As long as you clear the party with Y/N,” Clint cut in.

“Britt just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. That we’re not all workaholics with god complexes.”

“We are workaholics with god complexes.”

“Just please tell tell Y/N before the party,” Clint continued. “Just… please.”

~~~

Having a few moments to breathe, you sat in the lobby, staring out the window. You were flipping your cell phone in your hand. The few people left who knew you and what day it was had kept trying to call you, leaving long, saddened voicemails and texts. You were ignoring all of it, not wanting to try and make the others feel better when it was your day to be off.

“Hey,” Steve plopped down in the chair next to you. “I heard.”

“You heard what?” You were immediately scared about what he could have heard.

“That you and Tony had a talk.”

“Oh… did he tell you what we talked about?”

“No. He just told me that I should talk to you and let you have the day to not be okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not. But that’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and stood up from your chair. “We’re adults,” you started walking backwards so you could still face him. “When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?”

Steve stood up. “Y/N—“

“I’ll see you later, Dr. Rogers.”

You took your leaving, heading straight for the locker room. You had decided that you were heading to the cemetery, or to the bar across the street. It was time for you to head anyway.

~~~

“You paged me?” Clint questioned Val as he walked up to her.

“I’m gonna be a while,” she responded. “Do you think you could get home and sign for the beer?”

“Why don’t you have your girlfriend sign for it?” Peter asked, randomly showing up.

“You have a very annoying way of sneaking up on people. And you’re not invited.”

“I wouldn't come anyway. I hate big parties.”

“Is Y/N the only person in the medical center who doesn’t know the size of this thing?” Clint asked.

“I’m telling her,” Val said. “I’ll page her now.”

“You can’t,” Natasha said, walking up. “She’s gone already.”

“What? Already?”

“She’s been here for almost 48 hours. It was time for her to go.”

“You don’t think Y/N’s really going to mind about the party, right?”

“When you tell her, I want you to make it very clear to her that I had nothing to do with this party,” Clint responded. “Nothing.”

“Why? Do you—you like her!”

“N-no!”

“And not just as a roommate!”

“I’ve got to go.”

~~~

You decided to drive around instead of going to the cemetery or the bar. You headed to your house, knowing you’re late for the party. As you drove up, there were cars lining the street and lots of people heading into your house.

“Val, I’m going to kill you,” you murmured.

After finally finding somewhere to park, you walked into the house. There were people everywhere, and you didn’t recognize any of them. It was clear, as you walked through the crowd, that most of them were already drunk. The music was making the walls shake. Eventually, and thankfully, you found Clint.

“Where is Val?!” You shouted.

“She didn’t clear it with you?” Clint responded, holding a bottle of tequila.

“This was supposed to be a meet-the-girlfriend get together little thing!”

“Val has a lot of friends.”

“Val definitely doesn’t know this many people.”

“I told her to clear it with you.”

“I really can’t handle this right now.”

“You want me to kick everyone out? I’m gonna kick everyone out.”

“Y/N, baby! You made it!” A drunk Natasha exclaimed, dancing up to them. “Woo!”

“Screw it,” you gave in. “Give me this.” 

You ripped the tequila bootle from Clint’s hand and took a big swig of it. It burned but you didn’t care. You started dancing with Natasha. Clint soon joined the two of you. After the three of you were more drunk, you escaped into one of the empty side rooms.

“Why did we want to be surgeons anyway?” You wondered, laying on the floor.

“Surgery is a very serious business,” Clint responded before letting out a burp.

“Surgery is stupid. It’s stupid…. It’s stupid.” You took another long sip of a drink.

“Give me that,” Natasha took your drink from you. “You’re drunk.”

“I'm not driving. I'm not on call. I'm in my own house. My life is crap. And it's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to.”

Suddenly, a beautiful blond woman peeked her head in. “Is, um, Val here?” She asked.

“Oh, you must be Britt,” Natasha laughed, standing up. “You’re very model-like. And, no, Val’s not here right now.” She stumbled passed Britt and out of the room.

“You and Valkyrie are very beautiful,” Clint stated.

“Val said she was going to be at home,” Britt said, clearly uncomfortable as she looked around. “She didn’t say there was going to be a party.”

“Which, I promise you, pisses both of us off,” you slurred. “Tequila?” You lifted the bottle up. “It helps.”

“When do you think she’s gonna get here?”

“Don’t know. But… I do know I’m low on tequila, Britt.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. We’re interns, Britt. The hospital owns us. It’s what we do.”

Britt gave a fake smile before leaving.

“Bye!” Clint shouted after her.

“Nice to meet ya!” You added. “She was hot.”

~~~

Not too long later, you ended up in the front of your house, swaying drunkenly. Steve was out front too, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against his car and watched you.

“You know,” he called out, bringing your attention to him, “in some states, you could get arrested for that.” You headed towards him. “So you blew me off for a bottle of tequila. Tequila’s no good for ya. It doesn’t call, doesn’t text. It doesn’t write. And it definitely isn’t as much fun to wake up to.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in for a kiss, which he definitely wasn’t refusing.

“Take me for a ride, Steve,” you whispered.

Holding onto your waist, he opened the passenger seat car door. He sat down before pulling you onto him and shutting the door. You straddled him, kissing down his neck as he leaned back the seat. Your hands soon found the way to his shirt. Tugging at the ends, he got the hint and took it off. You lost your breath for a moment. You had seen him before but you had forgotten how gorgeous the man beneath you actually was.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, softly caressing your cheek.

“Nothing,” you responded. “I just…” You trailed off before kissing him again, this time getting more heated.

~~~

After a good round of sex, even from the passenger seat, Steve pulled his shirt over your shoulders.

“You know…” he started as you leaned in and kissed his bare shoulder, “it sounds like the party’s winding down.” You slowly started trailing kisses up his neck. “Listen to me,” he laughed, pushing you to sit up. “We should probably sneak inside.”

“I actually think we’ve done enough sneaking for the night,” you replied. “It was good sneaking, but enough.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I’d say we’re pretty good sneakers.”

He pulled you down for a kiss. You were quickly interrupted by a tapping on your window. As you hurried and separated, you saw that it was Gamora.

“You mind moving this tail wagon?” She asked, clearly annoyed. “You’re blocking me in.”

“Apparently not good enough,” Steve said as you groaned and rested your head on Steve’s shoulders.

“I’m so fired,” you muttered.

~~~

You woke up in the morning with a splintering headache and a trashed house. You couldn’t deal with either immediately though as you were going to be late to work. Going downstairs with Scott and Clint, Val walked into the house.

“Holy mother of destruction,” she exclaimed, looking around.

“You missed doctor-palooza,” you responded, heading to the kitchen to find something to eat.

“Apparently, you all didn’t.” She observed the tiredness of the three of you.

“I should probably never speak to you again.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea it was going to get so—“

“It’s fine. Really, I don’t care. What would I be doing anyway?” Clint handed you a bottle of water before him and Clint headed out of the house, with you following. “I’m not cleaning this up though!”

~~~

Natasha was walking down the hall when she noticed a tired Doctor Banner enter an on call room. She slipped in, locking the door behind her. Bruce looked up, having already taken off his shoes and shirt.

“Thanks for the coffee,” Natasha said.

Getting a surge of confidence, Bruce walked over and kissed her. Beginning to kiss more passionately, they undressed each other.

“You’re welcome,” Bruce mumbled.

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Freak of Nature.”

A continuation from yesterday. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope you enjoy the setup for some other stories I am planning on doing :)

Have a good day!

Breaking News

The Galaxy is left stunned after the events of late yesterday evening, when a single armed shooter appeared from the crowd and fired on UNSC leader and cultural icon Admiral Vir during a routine press conference given at UNSC headquarters Fort Harmony on the eastern Mericandian coast. Reports describe the event as happening midway through Admiral Vir’s address as the single, hooded female pushed through the crowd and drew a handgun on the Admiral firing once before fleeing into the crowd. She was apprehended by armed security agents only moments later as she tried to flee the scene. On scene witnesses report that an accompanying marine tackled Admiral Vir to the ground just as the shot was fired.

 In a statement made early this morning by Admiral Vir  he reports that, “Thanks to the brave actions of Corporal Angel Ramirez I am alive and unharmed.” Corporal Angel Ramirez is a decorated veteren of the UNSC deep space division and served his first tour aboard the UNSC Enterprise on its maiden voyage. Since then he has served under Admiral Vir on both the UNSC Harbinger and most recently the Omen distinguishing himself in combat during the Burg war and the Kree engagement. Our sources report that Corporal Ramirez was once an up and coming champion in the Mericandian winter Olympic ice skating team before joining the marines. 

Reports say that the corporal came out of surgery early this morning and is in stable but critical condition. 

The only question remains is who would attempt an assasination on such a beloved cultural icon. More on that with our crime reporter Jim Shaw.

Thank you, Emily, early this morning we received reports from Fort harmony officials that the name and identity of the shooter is 37 year old Adrea Halen member of a traditionalist leaning moderate group the Hunt Party, who have condemned Admiral Vir in the past for his support of legalizing extrial relationships. President Hunt, leader of the hunt Party and CEO of Hunt Metals said in a statement today. “Our party had nothing to do with Ms. Halen’s actions, while we disagree with Admiral Vir on some fundamentals of government, we would never attempt to silence him through violence. At the end of the day Admiral Vir has done far more good than he has bad and no man deserves to die due to his political views. What Ms halen has done is condemnable, and the party does not support her actions.”

Further comment was withheld until a later date. As of yet police have been unable to determine if she acted alone or with the assistance of the group. Police chief Henry Winzer added in his statement today, “Ms. Halen has not, as of yet, divulged her motives behind the shooting, however based on preliminary evidence of the scene it seems as if these were the actions of a woman acting alone. Detectives have been unable to find any correspondence between her and a third party and even her husband had been out of the country for the past few months.”

Her motive remains, as of yet, unknown. There is evidence of a radicalized political view since she did attempt and target Admiral Vir, and some of her personal social media content has been leaked to the public reporting her dissatisfaction with going the GA and her open disgust for extrial activities especially in regards her oldest son who was in a relationship with a Finnari before moving to Noctropolis. We have since been unable to contact him.

In the past Admiral Vir has been known as a great political proponent in favor of extrial relationships, and a non isolationist view having once said that, “Cooperation and companionship with the GA will be the bedrock of human expansion into space.” With the popularity of Admiral Vir as a cultural Icon, it can be said that his political views have been influential on the younger upcoming generations of today, while the older populace still remains wary of political involvement with extraterrestrial life. In oth-

Adam shut off the TV sinking back into one of the stiff plastic chairs that adorned the hospital waiting room. His eyes felt grainy and dry, and his head ached dully behind his eyes. Off in the corner of the room much of Ramirez’s family lay asleep on the plastic chairs including his father and otters who had arrived late last night. They had fallen asleep after a nurse ventured in a few hours to go to let them know that he was stable and alive. Adam himself had not been able to sleep thinking about his friend, replaying the moment over and over in his head wondering if there was something he could have done to prevent all of this from happening. But the more he thought the more he realized that it was probably unlikely. He might have been able to dive out of the way himself before the shot was fired, but Ramirez was already in motion before that.

He couldn’t have seen it coming, no one could have, and no one did.

Ramirez had just been the fastest.

He sunk back into his chair miserably and stared at the wall. There were no windows in this room, the guard detail had insisted upon it incase someone else tried for his life. It all seemed so strange to him. Why would anyone want to kill him? 

He knew the answer though, as much as he wanted to think he was just some nobody, he wasn’t anymore. He was… a political figure, someone who could influence what happened in the galaxy and there were plenty of people who weren’t bound to agree with him on a lot of things.

He just wondered why he hadn’t seen this coming sooner.

His implant buzzed, and he looked down to see that his mother was calling. Whoopse, she wasn’t going to be happy that she was just hearing about this over the news, but he knew he needed to talk to her. He stood and made his way into the hallway, where a protection detail eyed him hawkishly.

Closing the door behind him, so as not to disturb its sleeping occupants, he answered the call, speaking out loud as the implants in his throat and ear picked up the sound, “Hey, mom.” 

“Adam! Adam are you alright! I just saw the news.”

“Yeah, yea I’m ok.” He took a deep breath, “Sorry I didn’t call. It’s just been kinda hectic.”

“And you’re sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I mean, I feel like shit but no bullet wounds….” he trailed off 

There was silence for a moment, ‘I’m so sorry sweetheart, how is Ramirez?”

“Doctor’s haven’t given us all the details yet, but he's at least alive and survived surgery.”

“Thank goodness…. We owe that boy.”

“I know, mom…. I know.”

Just then he heard voices off down the hall and turned to see Dr. kill and Dr Katie approaching from the wings.

“Mom, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll call you as soon as I can, Ok?”

“Ok.” 

She let him go and he hung up as the two doctors approached.

“How is he!”

They motioned him into the room and he followed just as Ramirez’s family members were waking up.

Adam hovered near the door not entirely sure if he was supposed to be there. Ramirez’s mother sat up, “Is h ok!”

Dr. Kati and Dr Krill glanced at Adam. Adam realized with Dr. patient confidentiality, and it being family, he probably wasn’t supposed to be here. He went to step outside, but Ramirez’s abuela waved him back.

Ramirez an Dr Katie nodded.

The little alien stepped forward towards the family, “I have both good and bad news.”

The group waited with bated breath.

“THe good news is that your son made it through surgery. He is stable and recovering in the ICU.” he glanced over at Katie, “The bullet went in through his back, through his right kidney and perforated some of his lower bowl. We were able to fix the tears but the kidney…. Was not salvageable.”

The family glanced back and forth between each other, “That…. That’s not so bad though. He has two….”

Krill shifted slightly, “Well that is the remarkable thing and also the bad news but…. Your son only had one kidney. We wouldn’t have noticed it were it not for our imaging, but it seems he has lived with this defect his entire life without complication.”

Dr. Katie Cut in just then, “Since he was born with the defect, his body compensated. The kidney that was destroyed was much larger than average…” She trailed off 

The family members looked between each other, “So…. So what does this mean.”

“We have him on dialysis right now, and he is going to need a kidney transplant.” Dr. Katie folded her hands, “There are a few options, there is always the possibility of getting him a donor kidney or equally possible and more…. Advisable would be to have a kidney grown for him using his own stem cells, that way we can grow him one like the one he lost considering there is no way for us to give him two. If he were to get a donor kidney, he would have to undergo chronic gene therapy to avoid medications that would leave him immunocompromised. However in that case he would need to be medically discharged. If we were to grow him a new kidney, he would be able to return to his post without being discharged, but the cost is…. Admittedly much higher.”

The family glanced between each other their faces pulled into grimaces.

Adam knew their financial situation. He had heard stories about Ramirez growing up and knew enough to know that his family had never been well off. They had been close, his childhood had been excellent, but they had never been rich. Affording either of those options was going to be a stretch.

“Well we will have to talk about-”

“I’ll pay for it.”

The entire room turned to look at him.

“You-”

“I said I will pay for it. With the settlement for the court case, I can pay for it. He saved my life this is the least I can do, Please…”

His pleading was so plaintive that the family could hardly say no. He did have a point as well. Instead, he received an enthusiastic hug from Ramirez’s younger sister who clasped her arms around him and nearly snapped him in half with her strength. She was an olympic boxer after all, so he wasn’t surprised.

“Thank you thank you thank you.” She repeated.

Dr. Katie looked at him with a pointed expression, but she didn’t need to ask. He intended to pay for every last cent of Ramirez’s treatment even if he had to fight his abuela for it. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d win against her, but he would damn sure try if it meant doing something fo his friend.

He owed him after all.

And even if he didn’t Ramirez was his best friend. This wasn’t about owing him, this was about doing anything for someone he cared about.

Dr. Krill shifted in his place, “We will get the equipment ready and start later this week. I…. would be honored to perform the operation. I will be upfront with you and say that I am the universe's foremost surgeon, but I would also be the first Alien to perform a transplant”

“I of course, you saved his life last night-”

They seemed almost in shock. Everything was being paid for and the universe most renowned surgeon was practically begging to do it.

The only way this could have been better is if their son hadn’t been shot in the first place.

***

The steady beeping of the machine echoed around the room. Adam sat with one ankle crossed over a knee looking down at his implant and absently reading through that day’s news report as a soft whirring came from the machine just to his right. He wasn’ technically supposed to be here, but the doctors had made an exception for him and the family. On the other side of that a glass tube was busy growing an extra kidney. There was security outside the door and a doctor came in every few minutes to check on the kidney, and the man to which the kidney belonged.

Adam scrolled dow.

There was a shifting just to his side, and with relief Adam looked up to find Ramirez stirring. The man tried to open his eyes but squinted against the light and groaned raising one IV tethered hand to block the light.

Adam leaned over resting a hand on his arm, “Hey you’re finally awake.”

Ramirez cracked an eye at him and groaned.

“Come on ya freak wake up.”

Ramirez closed his eyes again, “Why…. When I wake up do I have to see your ugly ass.

Adam snorted, “How sweet, freak.”

“Freak, have you looked at yourself lately.”

“At least I was born with all my kidneys.”

Ramirez opened his eyes and frowned, “What?”

Adam smiled slightly, “Turns out your dumbass has lived his entire life with only one kidney. Congratulations, you are a freak of nature.”

“No shit, really? I had no idea.”

“We know, anyway the bullet sort of ruined it, so you have to get a new one. He pointed across the room to the glass tube and its slowly growing kidney which was no bigger than a jellybean right at that moment.”

Ramirez looked and frowned, “Ew, gross… wait who's paying for that,because I don’t think the military covers transplants.”

“It's taken care of.”

“By who.”

“By someone.”

“Someone who.”

“Someone who would rather remain unnamed.”

Ramirez looked at him,”It’s you isn't it.”

Adam sighed, “You saved my life, so shut up and let me buy you a new kidney. I owe you that much at least.”

“Fne, fine.”

There was a pause between them.

“I….. thank you, for saving my-”

“Dude don’t get all sappy and shit on me ok. You would have done it for me.” Adam went quiet still wishing to thank his friend but knowing Ramirez would never accept i.

Ramirez shifted to look at him, “So, you know why they tried to kill you?”

Adam shrugged, “Not really, the lady who did it has some political affiliations who don't tend to agree with me, but that connection doesn't seem to fit completely. Either that or she blames me for making her son an extrial in which case….. That hardly makes sense either.” he shrugged, “Either way she isn’t talking, and now I can’t go anywhere without five to six bodyguards spilling out my ass.”

Ramirez snorted, eyes closing, breathing deeply.

“You feeling ok.”

“Yeah…. I’m alright, just tired.”

“Then go back to sleep ya big idiot. Maybe if you’re a good boy santa will leave a kidney under your pillow.”

Ramirez let off a weak huff, “Didn’t know santa was a black market organ dealer.”

“He is this christmas, now shut up and go to sleep.” Ramirez didn’t argue with him beyond that point, and fell back asleep just as a nurse ws coming to check on him.

Adam was relieved. 

Ramirez was, hopefully, going to be ok.

Though what remained were far more questions than there were answers. 

[petri808]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30-Epilogue

*Trigger warning- panic attack. The next 4 chapters will stay completely angsty as well, but I swear the ride will get us to a happy ending. Due to feedback, I agree that I need to show the trauma and progression to heal.

Thank you to @mcornilliac​ for your invaluable input, it’s really gonna help bring the story fully to life :) 

“Lucy, baby,” Natsu’s hand squeezed harder. “You gotta calm down.”

“Ma’am... ma’am,” the EMT snapped his fingers in front of Lucy’s face. “Ma’am, I need you to focus on me. Can you focus on me?”

Their words were just muffled static, barely any tone and definitely not comprehensible to Lucy for there was too much competition vying for attention flowing through her mind. It felt like standing in a rapid wave break of constant ebb and flow but pounding against her prone body flattened into the shoreline. The thoughts raced so quickly, screaming, with only the harshest words coming through like a foghorn in the blackest night. Death. Pain. Blood. Anger, along with the emotional turmoil that came with them. Each rushing wave of anxiety fueled irrational thought after thought. ‘Stupid, stupid girl! Such a selfish fool! This was your fault for stealing away someone else’s love, a fantasy home wrecker! Fuck that! Natsu was mine fair and square, damn it! I deserved Natsu just as much and he loved me! Not Touka! Me!!!’ Lucy’s mind screamed, but the stares ate away... All those eyes judging her as they took that walk of shame. The authorities, the neighbors, heaven help her the talk that’s bound to get around. Will there be whispered, and hushed tones muttered around her, bearing down with all the weight of a thousand gravitational forces?! It was too much! Too mu—

“Oww!!” Lucy screamed and yanked her hand back, as she felt a sharp stab on the back of her hand. “What the fuck did you do that for?!” She glared at the EMT while rubbing and nursing the angry red spot. Whatever the man had done had hurt, but aside from the pain, nothing broke through the skin.

Without missing a beat, the EMT merely retook Lucy’s hand and placed two fingers over the pulse point in her wrist. “Can you tell me your name?” He questioned, speaking in a soft tone.

“Of course, I can! It’s Lucy Heartfilia!”

“Mmhmm,” he uttered in response. His eyes stayed trained on his own watch. “Do you know where you are?”

“In a fucking ambulance!”

“And who’s the current prime minister?”

“Huh? Um,” she paused with her head slightly tilted, “it was Abe, but I don’t remember the new guys name.”

“Close enough. Your pulse is still high, but it’s coming down now.” The EMT let go of Lucy’s hand, talking as he continued working on things. ���I’m sorry to use such a technique, but when a person is in a panic attack, we need to snap them out of it as quickly as possible to keep it from escalating. Basically, during an attack your mind goes on overload, but physical stimulation can halt it. Shocks, if you will, to snap your focus away from cognitive thoughts back to the physical reality. The questions were to check if your cognitive focus had returned.”

“Oh...” was all Lucy could respond with to all the jargon. She hadn’t even realized she was having a panic attack. “T-Thank you...” But she wondered for a moment, just some physical pain could stop all those bad thoughts? It was something she’d never known before.

“You’re welcome. There are other methods including those you can administer to yourself at the immediate onset, so I suggest you look into them in case of another attack.”

“You think she’ll have more?” Natsu questioned with an obvious mix of concern and curiosity. The whole thing happened so quickly, that by the time he’d registered how bad it was, he couldn’t even react to a stranger stabbing a pen into his girlfriend’s hand. He was annoyed but glad this EMT was able to stay completely focused and calm.

“Traumatic events can cause a lot of emotional reactions including panic attacks. So, it’s a good idea to be prepared just in case.” The EMT now injected her arm, explaining as he went. “This is a mild sedative just to help you relax.”

By the time they’d reached the hospital, the sedative was taking effect and Lucy struggled to keep her eyes open. The level of exhaustion blindsided them both. Physically exhausted as if she’d run a marathon and emotionally drained. The closest she could rationalize it to was studying for the college entrance exam and how tired she’d been once it was over. So, she sat quietly as the medical personnel double checked her wounds, but too dazed to pay attention when they were giving her aftercare instructions. Thank goodness for Levy who’d been waiting as soon as they’d arrived. The woman handled a lot of the talking for Lucy and Natsu, but Natsu himself was being worked on next to Lucy. His wounds were cleaned up better so they could get a closer look.

The doctors inform Lucy she’s free to go but Natsu would have to stay so they could run X-rays. She wanted to fight to stay because right now he was the closest thing to security she had but could barely focus. With some gentle coaxing from both Natsu and Levy, and reminders that Touka wasn’t getting out of jail, Lucy eventually relents. A police officer would be escorting the women back to their apartment.

“Just try to get some sleep, please,” Natsu kissed his girlfriend. “I promise to call you as soon as I can, but I might pass out as soon as I hit my bed.” He wanted to be honest with her but assuring at the same time.

“O-Okay,” she nodded slowly, glassy eyed from exhaustion and sadness. “I understand.”

He leaned his head to her forehead while cupping the back of her neck. “We’re gonna be okay, Lucy. We’re gonna get through this, and I’ll be there for you no matter how long it takes.”

That pulls a few sniffles out of the woman who closes her eyes. “I love you, Natsu.”

“I love you too, Lucy.” He sits back up. “Now promise me you’ll get some sleep?” She nodded. Natsu smiled. “That’s my girl.”

Gray arrived shortly after the two women left for the night to keep his friend company and help him get home. Natsu wasn’t keeping track of time, but it sure felt like this was taking forever. The police had taken both he and Lucy’s phones for evidence, so he had nothing to pass the time with. Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of downtime between treatments. After the X-ray, the doctors sedated him and sewed up the wounds on his cheek and abdomen. It took both internal and external sutures, but luckily the side wound didn’t hit anything major. According to the doctor, the knife had missed the large intestine by a centimeter. He’ll be left with nasty scars for life, but a life is one he’ll at least have.

“You okay, man?” Gray questioned.

“Just tired and sore,” Natsu sighed. Now that Lucy wasn’t there, he let his body and mind fully register all the physical pain he was going through. “I just wanna fall into my bed.”

The doctors told Natsu, he should fully heal in about six to eight weeks, pending he keep the wound clean, keep his health up, and above all did nothing to aggravate it. So much for working, but he was sure that Makarov will make an exception. Maybe put him on register, light stocking, and inventory with no heavy lifting. As for how bad the scars will be, only time will tell. Plastic surgery might help, but that costs money. In a fleeting thought, Natsu worried that Lucy would leave him over it. ‘No way, she’s not vain like that... although the reminder it gives might be the problem...’ he quickly dismissed the notion from conscious thought, even though it lingered in the background. It would certainly hurt if she did, but could he really blame her? To be reminded of the night she almost died every time she looked at him? Natsu wanted to believe that Lucy was strong enough to get through this, and regardless if things eventually didn’t work out between them, he’d never stop trying to help her. He owed her that much for putting her in this situation. Well... that wasn’t fair, he couldn’t have foreseen Touka’s behavior, but it didn’t make him feel any less guilty for it.

“We’re here.”

Grays voice snapped Natsu out of his thoughts. He looked out of the taxi window to see the front of their apartment building. “Oh, right.” He was so ready to clean up and sleep.

Inside their apartment, Natsu took a shower, and Gray helped him to re-bandage his wounds. The warm water and sensation of being clean helped him to feel a little better, at least physically, even though the emotional turmoil still churned. But as he laid in bed, the exhaustion was swiftly taking over. There was so much to do. Replace their phones, the official police interview, notifying their jobs and schools to make sure they wouldn’t fall behind. Even the EMT’s comment was nagging at him, so note to self, call the shrink in the morning... well, as soon as he woke up anyways. By the time his eyes were shuttering closed, the early breach of dawn had made its calling. It was a new day and all Natsu could hope was to start anew.

[okaywa]

Can i get my boy and iwa reacting to someone making fun of his s/o's acne? (HC style please queen

Of course you can bb 😤😤😤 (sorry this took a little while haha)

Oikawa

-He will not stand for ANYONE making fun of any part of you, especially something that you can't control like acne 

-Your acne was randomly flaring up when Oikawa asked if you wanted to go on a little cafe date 

-You were extremely tempted to cancel and ask to stay in instead but he put in a lot of work finding the place 

-He talked about it all week, describing the sci-fi themed cafe every chance he got

-”They have a galaxy milkshake!! It’s so prettyyyy, look look look”

-You couldn't bail on that 

-SO you went out, not wanting to ruin the evening just because you felt self conscious

-Once there, Oikawa was completely giddy, looking around and pointing out all the little details in the cafe 

-”Look at the ceiling! It looks just like the night skyyy”

-”Oh my god, they have astronaut ice cream. We have to buy some, I hear its terrible!”

-The date was going perfectly, Oikawa had given you his usual cheek kiss and then gushed about how cute you always look 

-”Y/N Y/N THE BOOTHS LOOK LIKE UFO’S”

-So you forgot about the patches of acne on your cheeks, completely distracted by your nerdy boyfriend who was currently gawking at his alien shaped sandwich 

-”Oh my god, at least wear makeup or something to cover that up” came the first snide comment from the table next to you 

-”Right?? Acne cream exists ya know!” 

-Oh. They’re talking about you 

-You immediately lost your appetite, eyeing your own food with a sick stomach 

-You could feel your face burn with embarrassment so you drew your shoulders up, shrugging them to hide your cheeks 

-”Excuse me?” Oikawa suddenly asked, voice frigid and sharp 

-Looking up, you saw him glaring at the girls next to you 

-”Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners?” He sneered, giving them a once over with a disgusted expression. “I mean, we could be sitting here talking about how absolutely atrocious it to have to listen to your shrill ass voice but luckily we’re decent people and understand you really can't help it, huh?”

-The two girls blinked in shock

-”Not to mention you look like you just got jumped by the clearance section of a Justice. Neon? Really?” He sniffed distastefully. “And holy shit, lay off the self tanner, yeah? I can’t tell if you're a smoked out 18 year old or 50 with botched plastic surgery.”

-You watched Oikawa pick them apart in shock, clapping a hand over your mouth to hide your giggles 

_The girls ended up scoffing out half ass excuses before hastily paying their cheque and leaving. 

-”You didn't have to be that mean, you know. Even if they did look like lizards.”

-Oikawa grinned, reaching across the table to grab your hands. “I had to defend my S/o’s honor, especially from girls who think being bitchy is a personality trait.” 

“Thank you, um, but you don't think it’s gross?”

-”Think what is gross? Your acne?” He asked

-You nodded, ducking your head nervously 

-”Oh, of course I don't. It’s natural and happens to everyone. You're beautiful, with or without it.” 

-You totally didn't cry in the middle of the cafe, why does he have to be so fucking sweeeeet urghhh 

Iwaizumi

-Oh my oh my if anyyyyone dares talk shit about you in front of Iwaizumi?? They better start running, he will throw hands 

-So when some random group of guys thinks its okay to start talking shit about you in front of him... uh they gotta be the dumbest ppl alive 

-It’s maths class when these guys decide to start ranking the looks of their classmates

-Iwaizumi is immediately on edge, glancing over at them with a scowl

-They don't catch on, continuing with their rude antics until finally

-”Hmm, y/n? What’s the move, boys”

-He can feel his fingers already clenching into fists but you're his desk partner and soundly asleep at that. He doesn’t want to wake you...

-And the teacher is still droning on at the front of the class

-”Pass dude, that acne-”

-His fist comes down with a startling bang

-”What the hell is wrong with you?” He growls, ignoring the looks from class he’s getting, and how you just popped up, groggy and confused

-”You think its okay to judge people on shit they can’t control? How about I-”

-”Iwaizumi! Get out of my classroom if you're going to be a disturbance!” The teacher shouts

-Iwaizumi scowls, standing up abruptly and gathers his stuff 

-”if I hear you're doing this shit again I’ll let you rank how much a broken nose hurts on a scale of one to ten” he says to the guys before taking his leave and write up from the teacher. 

-You are thoroughly confused, first of all, and now these guys refuse to even look up from their desks 

-When you finally meet up again with Iwaizumi after school he reluctantly tells you what happened, not wanting you to know what they had said so he tries skipping over that

-But you’re a persistent little shit and he eventually cracks 

-”Oh” you say, frowning and cupping your hands over your cheeks self consciously 

-”No, no, no don't do that” Iwaizumi huffs, pulling your hands away from from your face. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you hear me?”

-”But-”

-”Y/n. Acne doesn’t make you any less attractive.” He says firmly and places his palms on your cheeks, kissing both before parting with a peck on your forehead. “Let’s go get some food, yeah?”

-You nod, totally not about to cry wtf Hajime you're such a gentleman it should be illegal---

I hope these are okay!! They’re really cheesy omg 

Also I have no idea why they ended up in different tenses lmao

[whathappenedtomyweekend]

Blank Space, Ch.2: Mercy Hospital

Author: TiliaofAnkh

Fandom: How to train your dragon

Pairing(s): Hiccstrid (main), sometimes Snotlegs :D

Read it on ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11009676/1/Blank-Space (old version w/ more chapters)

or https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13999403/1/Blank-Space-V2 (new version w/ rewritten chapters so far!)

The minutes by her side seemed to fly by. Hiccup held her hand and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, still stroking her hair with his other hand. After a while, he rested his head next to her head and tried to take deep breaths. All he smelled was disinfectant and the stiff, sterile smell of the hospital bedding.

He took another deep breath and sighed, eyes still closed. “You get some sleep, my love. I’ll be back in the morning, okay? I’ve gotta go let everyone know you’re okay. Dad and Gobber are here as well. I won’t be gone long, I promise.”

He squeezed her hand and gently kissed the top of her head. Then he got up, and with one last look at her, left the room.

Gobber and Stoick’s heads shot up as soon as he entered the waiting room again. He smiled at them, for the first time that night, and saw them visibly relax.

“She’s okay,” he said and sat down next to them. “She’s still sleeping, they’re gonna gradually take her off the anaesthesia over the next few hours and she should be awake tomorrow morning. Has, uh, Matthew been by?”

Gobber shook his head. “No, have you spoken to him?”

“Yeah, he was the one who called me, actually. I really have to speak to him, no-one’s really walked me through her injuries yet. The nurse from earlier just said she’s had an internal haemorrhage, that’s why they had her in surgery for quite a while, apparently.”

They sat in silence for a while. Eventually, Gobber broke the silent spell.

“You OK, son?”

Hiccup shrugged. “Not really. But it’s better now that I’ve seen her. I know she’s gonna be okay, but it’s gonna take a while. I just wish it wasn’t her, you know? I’d gladly take her place.”

“Well, you’ve already lost a leg, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Gobber commented, and Hiccup chuckled, somewhat surprising himself.

“True. I’d lose another one for her, though.”

Gobber and Stoick exchanged a look Hiccup couldn’t quite decipher.

His uncle cleared his throat. “Listen, don’t worry about coming to work for a while, okay? I’ll let Scott know and we’ll work something out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course. You just focus on Astrid getting better right now.”

Hiccup bowed his head. “Thanks, Gobber. I will.”

Stoick sighed and patted his thighs. “Right. I’m going to go and get us something to eat, because I’m starving, and you lot better stop me from going crazy on takeout.”

Hiccup and Gobber laughed.

“Alright, but you’re paying!”

They’d convinced Hiccup to let Gobber go to theirs to pick up some clothes and toiletries for Astrid and to fill up Toothless’ automatic feeder.

“I’ll stay here,” Hiccup had said, “in case there are any updates.”

He still hadn’t spoken to Matthew but maybe that was a good thing, he thought. Maybe it meant that her head was okay after all, or at least better than they’d initially thought.

Dawn came and went again. He’d stepped outside, another coffee in his hand, and breathed in the morning air, squinting as the sun hit his face. His breath condensing in the air, he thought about that time they’d run into each other on their morning runs – quite literally – before they’d got married. She’d been flustered and out of breath from her run, and he’d asked her to be exclusive. It had felt vital at the time, and he’d only learned later how silly it had been. She’d expected them to be exclusive from the very beginning, and it’s not like he’d ever wanted anything else.

Absentmindedly, he put the plastic coffee cup onto the freezing ground, pulled out his phone and took a picture so he could show her the sunrise later once she woke up. His phone buzzed. A text from Scott.

‘Hey, man, I’ve just heard about Astrid – I’m so sorry, Chris and I are gonna try and come by later. I’m working today, Gobber said we’ll cover for you. I’ll see ya later!’

Hiccup smiled to himself and quickly texted a thank you back. His eyes were heavy and burning, and every fibre in his muscle was aching for rest. Joining his coffee, he sat down on the ground and watched the sun come up. The asphalt was freezing, but he didn’t mind. Everything was going to be okay. Astrid was okay, and soon she’d wake up and they’d go home, and be the little family that they were. He closed his eyes, the sun warm on his face now despite the oncoming Berkian winter and thanked his lucky star. Last night’s prayers had been heard.

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake. He shook awake, startled until he realised he’d fallen asleep nestled into a corner of the waiting room, leant against a wall. Groggily, he reached for his phone the second time after a harsh awakening, and saw Matthew’s caller ID. Quickly, he sat up.

“Hey, Matt, where are you?”

“Hey, sorry it took so long, I’m on my way now. Are you in ICU?”

“Waiting room. I don’t think I’m really supposed to be in ICU for long.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs, then. See you in five.”

He hung up. Hiccup sat there, rubbing his eyes and squinted at his watch. 10:34. He was surprised he’d found any sleep – the waiting room was starting to come alive again. Phones were ringing, doctors and nurses were walking around, and people came in with bleeding fingers and emergencies that all seemed to pale compared to Astrid’s accident. Surely, none of these injuries he was seeing qualified as an actual emergency. Someone a few seats away from him just kept sneezing and coughing which just seemed like a common cold. Just to be safe, he moved a bit further away from them.

"Morning," he heard Matthew's voice and looked up, his eyes still heavy. Matt's blue eyes looked dull and tired, a common sight but he was still a sight for sore eyes. Hiccup breathed a sigh of relief and got up to hug his friend. "Have you gone up to see her yet?" Matt asked as they started walking together. Hiccup shook his head. "I fell asleep. Don't even know how." Matthew chuckled. "Well, I guess they're not that different from the beds at the department, huh?"

"I guess not," Hiccup agreed and cleared his throat, anxiety settling in his chest now. It somehow felt like Matt was avoiding the topic.

"Any news? Have they taken her off anaesthesia yet?"

"As far as I know, she’s off anaesthesia but kind of in and out of sleep and her vitals are fine so far. I'm gonna go check if we can do an MRT for her brain soon and have a look at her concussion. Wanna come with?"

He didn’t have to ask twice. Hiccup eagerly followed him, having to control himself as to not run into ICU. There was a certain giddiness to his step now, and just the thought of being able to speak to his wife made relief flutter in his chest.

This is good, he thought. If we were able to handle me losing a limb, we can handle a concussion and a couple of broken bones.

He quickly pulled the mask over his nose and mouth and sanitised his hands for the umpteenth time this day and followed the doctor through the big door of the ICU, holding his breath in anticipation.

The breathing tube was gone now. Instead, her mouth was slightly open, and her chest was rising and sinking steadily. Her eyes were fluttering beneath her lids, and he smiled to himself, wondering what she was dreaming of. He sat down next to her and gently took her hand, careful not to bend it in any way, this thumb slowly stroking her bandaged skin.

“Okay,” Matthew said quietly, breaking the silent spell of the moment, and took Astrid’s file from the table next to her. “Let’s see … two of her lower ribs are broken, she’s got a bunch of cuts and bruises, her right shin’s broken as well, and her left wrist is broken. The PMDs who brought her in said she was unconscious for a few minutes, so I’m going to have to take a look at that, I’m a bit worried about that coupled with her concussion. But from the looks of things, she should be out of here in a week or two, and fully healed up in six to eight weeks. I’m thinking if nothing else goes wrong, we can have her in her own room by the end of the day.”

He closed the file and smiled at Hiccup. “A lot better than your leg trajectory at the time, so I think you’ll manage just fine. Plus, you two are kind of a power couple so I’m not that worried.”

Joy blossomed in Hiccup’s chest like the flowers they’d started growing on their balcony once they’d moved in together and he lightly squeezed his wife’s hand. Everything’s gonna be fine.

“Listen, I’m gonna do my thing for a little bit, and it’d be great if you could, like, not be in the way,” Matthew declared, smirking down at him and Hiccup rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he retorted, and got up. “Go for it, I should call the school anyways. They don’t know yet.”

“I’ll call you in once I’m done and you can sit with her.”

Hiccup thanked him and gently kissed Astrid’s bandaged forehead once more, whispering a quick ‘I love you’ into her ear, then made his way into the hallway and pulled out his phone, dialling Camilla Bog’s number, headmistress of Berk’s Secondary School.

“Oh, hi, Camilla, it’s me, Hiccup,” he said, craning his neck to see Matthew standing next to Astrid’s bed. “Listen, I just, um, wanted to let you know that Astrid’s had an accident and won’t be able to come in for a while … yeah, she’s okay … thank you, thank you so much, I – yeah, I will, thanks. Um, I’ll try and come by in a couple of days and hand in her doctor’s notice if that’s alright. Okay, thanks … yeah, you too, take care.”

He hung up and sighed, eyes still fixed on Matthew and Astrid, when he saw her stirring lightly. Almost automatically, his feet carried him back into the hall, his heart fluttering with excitement at the thought of her awakening.

He was dying to speak to her; it felt weird that he hadn’t heard her voice in days now, ever since their phone call during her walk home.

He came to a halt next to Matthew, who was speaking to her in hushed tones now. Astrid’s eyes fluttered open again.

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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.13

Olympus, The Tower and Other Off-Limits Places to Find Gods at

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)   x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 4280

Summary: Getting an appointment with Captain America isn’t exactly easy – especially when one looks like his deceased soulmate and his friends are very protective of his fragile heart. 

Warnings: mentions of violence, guns, amnesia, swearing, ‘science’

Story masterlist

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Hadn’t you had your nerves wrecked, you would have laughed your ass off when entering the Avengers Tower, the supposed residence of superheroes (besides other things, apparently).

The face of the receptionist upon your entrance was simply priceless.

You wished someone took a picture. Then again, her gaping lasted long enough for your trio to cross the better part of the lobby to her desk, her eyes nearly bulging still as you stopped in front of her, so you had enough time to feast your eyes – only to find yourself unable to indulge it fully. Clearly, you weren’t a diva type of person.

The woman behind the counter couldn’t form words, apparently. Neither were you, the lump in your throat simply too big. So it was left to the brothers.

“Yeah, we know what you want to say. She gets that a lot,” Dean announced brilliantly, smirking. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s behaviour and hurried to talk to the poor woman instead of him.

“Is there any chance we could talk to Captain Rogers?”

The receptionist gulped, clearly uncertain how to proceed. She frantically searched her desk as if she had some note to tell her what to do. In the end, she looked up back at you, blinking.

“I-I’ll see what I can do,” she stuttered as her shaking hands found a button to press and adjust the microphone on her headset. “There’s… there is a woman to see Captain Rogers.”

Low and very much annoyed female voice replied through the loose headphones.

“There are too many women to see Rogers these days. Why are you calling instead of following the protocol?”

The receptionist’s eyes never left your face, but she didn’t hold your gaze, as if shy or scared. You didn’t want to think about what it meant and prayed it was only shock showing. Seeing a supposedly dead person probably did that to people.

Also, really? Those nags whose posts (read: dirty suggestions) you had stumbled across when surfing the net actually came here?

“You might want to come see for yourself, madam.”

A short pause followed, causing your heart to nearly jump out of your chest as it hammered in anticipation.

“Fine. Send her to the conference room on the first floor, 1.03. I’ll be there in five.”

Dean sent the woman behind the counter a blinding smile and she reluctantly showed you towards the elevator. Sam had to nudge you slightly to follow; your feet felt like they had taken roots in the floor. It wasn’t just the receptionist staring now and you just wanted to turn invisible and run.

This had been a terrible idea. What happened to the Tinder one? It suddenly sounded more appealing.

The swift ride in the elevator that flipped over your stomach already floating as if was stuffed with cotton didn’t help at all.

Neither did the redhead who barged into the way too luxurious conference room (the door fucking opened itself), shooting you all three a quick glance that appeared like an assessment of weaponry (Dean did have a pocket knife, you thought, just like Sam, which probably wouldn’t help when fighting a superhero, but whatever) and froze when seeing you.

If she didn’t look so indescribably tough and badass, you would think her emerald eyes turned glassy; before they grew cold and calculating, her already tensed shoulders straightening even more.

“Who the hell are you?!” she barked out.

It was almost funny, seeing as there were two large men with you, that you had her undivided attention as if you were the threat to her.

“I… I’m not sure,” you stuttered, barely audible, your heart leaping into your throat.

Whatever she had expected you to say or do, this clearly wasn’t it. She looked gobsmacked and utterly taken aback by your response. Her stiff and delicately beautiful features twisted in a grimace of disbelief.

“What do you mean you’re not— what the hell is this?”

“You’re Black Widow,” Dean stated when the questioning look of the intimidating woman shifted to them. He looked… star-struck? You vaguely recalled reading that there was a woman on the… Avengers team. This was probably her. “Natasha Romanoff. Well, that would explain it.”

A metaphorical light-bulb flickered above your head.

Natasha. That couldn’t be coincidence, could it?

“The… the name I chose. You think it was because of her? Are we friends?”

“Are we—“ she parroted your apparently stupid question incredulously, measuring your trio from head to toe. “The name you chose? What does it even mean?”

“She’s amnesiac,” Sam enlightened her matter-of-factly, which caused her to snap her gaze back to you, eyes narrowed.

But there was a spark of something in her irises, more of an interest than suspicion now.

“Jarvis, is she wearing any tech that would disguise her voice or her face?”

Before you could question whom she was talking to, a voice with an accent answered her, making you jump.

“No, Agent Romanoff. There is no sign of a plastic surgery either.”

Sam and Dean seemed almost unfazed by an invisible person speaking up; thinking about it, they were probably used to it. But you weren’t, nearly going into a cardiac arrest.  

“Gotta love natural beauty,” Dean hummed teasingly, earning a glare from Sam that screamed hypocrite.

You suspected that the site named BustyAsianBeauties.com that popped out in the tablet’s history was Dean’s doing then and it eased the tension in your stomach for a bit. With those two, everything would be alright. Manageable, at least. The banter, it was the highlight of your days.

“And my recognition system involving body and gait analysis is finding 98% match,” the strange male voice continued and you couldn’t help but grimace.

Dude. That’s… creepy.

“Well, that’s just rude and invasive,” Dean voiced your thoughts and crossed his arms on his chest with a scolding look.

Natasha Romanoff was clearly having none of his shit as she mirrored his position. You noticed that while Dean’s arms were clutched tightly, hers weren’t. You had a funny hunch she wanted to be ready to punch someone. Namely you, Sam or Dean.

It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. But then her eyes shifted towards the ceiling, her teeth grinding.

“Jarvis, why didn’t you inform anyone about a woman who matches you-know-who entering this building in the first place?” she hissed and you couldn’t say you minded her irritation being aimed at someone (?) else.

“…I simply thought there was a glitch in my system. I focused on finding the glitch causing my malfunction,” the ghost-like voice replied politely, though sounding guilty.

Everything was pointing the direction of Agent Romanoff finding the system – artificial intelligence, you finally realized, which what the hell was the world anymore – very much guilty. Or someone named Stark, because you would swear she had muttered ‘Fuck Stark’s inventions’ under her breath.

“You three. Start talking. Right now.”

“You might want to explain the frauds too,” the voice chimed in again and the brothers tensed.

“What frauds?” the woman demanded in a snarl, giving you an impression of wanting to bare her teeth like and animal.

“We’ll get to that,” Sam assured her, raising his hands in attempted ‘we-mean-no-harm’ gesture. “It’s just… how we get money, because our job doesn’t exactly pay great.”

“…and the murder.”

The movement was so fast you had no chance of seeing it. All of sudden, there was a gun aimed at Dean’s face, then moving to Sam’s and flickering to you as well, as Romanoff stood two steps farer than before.

“What murder?!”

Good question, not the point at the moment. There was a murder about to happen and sure as hell didn’t like it!

This time, Dean raised his hands in surrender. You mimicked him instantly.

“Alright. Who the hell is speaking and I said it and I’ll say it again; it was a shapeshifter-”

“What the hell is a shapeshifter?” the woman barked, clicking the safety lock.

Your head started swimming, the world muffled as blood pounded in your temples. Someone had you on gunpoint.

Shit, shit, shit, how is this my life? Whose life is this?

“Cas, we could really use your help-“ Dean called out to the ceiling and nothing happened.

You heard the shot before you saw the movement on your left.  It rang in your ears, echoing in your skull and making you crouch on instinct, your arms protectively wrapping around your head.

Two more shots were fired, but no pain came.

Fear squeezed your heart, your knees getting wobbly. Did that mean Sam and Dean got shot?

A gasp from the shooter picked up your curiosity and had you peek through your improvised protection.

“Oh. I think you’ll get along with her, Dean. Same manners. Summon, shoot first, ask questions later,” a familiar voice of an angel sounded from your left and you breathed in shakily, assessing the situation.

No one was hurt. Castiel seemed offended though, so you assumed he was the one being shot at. And he was unharmed. Jesus. They had forgotten to mention that he didn’t really mind bullets, but that was not the point.

There were no other shots and you slowly straightened back as Dean scolded the angel, almost annoyed.

“Cut the sass, Cas. Could you… explain miss- Agent Romanoff that there are monsters and you’re who you are?”

By the look Castiel gave him, he wasn’t happy. You weren’t surprised – his beige trenchcoat now had three bullet holes in it, Romanoff’s gun in his hand. Speaking of which…the agent was kinda frozen? Like, literally? It was freaking creepy, but it was probably the cause of you not bleeding to death momentarily, so you were grateful.

“Again?” Castiel whined and you pushed down the urge to label them ‘married couple after 20 years’. “We work really hard to keep supernatural world a secret! … but in this case, I guess I could make an exception.”

He sighed and flicked his hand, which caused the woman to start moving again, her face raining holy fire as she found herself… unarmed and clearly out of loop.

Castiel only smiled at her, welcoming, before she could jump him and strangle him to death – she seemed to be about to do so.

“Miss Romanoff, I’m an angel of the Lord. Pleasure to meet you.”

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Agent Natasha Romanoff was sitting with her elbows leaning onto her thighs, fingers interlaced between her knees. Her face wasn’t giving away much – only that she was… overwhelmed, if you could take a guess.

She believed you, you recognized as much. After everything Castiel had told her and showed her, which included an interior thunder and lightning, illuminating his figure only to project a shadow of freaking wings on the wall behind his back, and a hovering healing hand over her left knee, clearly working its magic, you weren’t too surprised about that.

Despite all of that though, her eyes were mostly on you, making you shift uncomfortably every now and then.

“I know it’s hard to believe,“ Sam spoke up when the silence stretched; with the angel of the Lord having nothing more to say and simply flying away, disappearing with a flutter of momentarily invisible wings, no one else had seemed inclined to talk.

The agent sighed and raised her head in the giant’s direction, eyebrow crooked up.

“I know a guy who was frozen for seventy years, I met two demigods from Asgard, there’s a man turning way greener and bigger and I fought an alien army. I’m not sure what ‘hard to believe’ means anymore, but seeing an… an angel or whatever he was and him getting me rid of pain that’s been bugging me for months helped too. But… it’s still a lot to chew,” she explained matter-of-factly and you couldn’t say you didn’t agree.

Also, you weren’t quite following her speech, assuming she was talking about her colleagues. You had registered the existence of Avengers, group of people and more-than-people, when searching the net, but your main focus had been aimed at Captain America; for obvious reasons.

“Well, why don’t we let Cap decide what he wants to believe?” Dean offered, tone light, but heavier than usual. “Captain Rogers, I mean.”

The woman eyed you again, clearly struggling with something she didn’t want to share. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

Romanoff snapped to Dean at the simple question and shot him an ugly look.

“He lost his soulmate few weeks ago in the most horrifying way and there’s a woman who looks just like her, not remembering a thing about them or herself for that matter, and I don’t even have a way of being hundred percent sure she is who I think she is. What do you think?” she finished, rising to her feet in a challenge.

Sam pouted shortly, as if wanting to say that she made a good point. “Touché. But I’m pretty sure she’s her.”

The Whatever-spider-she-was-called crossed her arms on her chest, her mind clearly preoccupied, squinting at you for a moment. You winced under the strict glare, lowering your gaze. She sighed at that and when you looked up again with reluctance, you noticed her features softened.

“Would you be willing to take a DNA test?”

“I… I guess,” you replied, a lump in your throat. You clenched your fist so it would stop tremble.

You weren’t scared of their probing. A DNA sounded rather innocent. No, you were worried about the results. The results that would lead to certain encounter you were once again not feeling ready for.

“Jarvis, get Tony’s ass to Bruce’s lab and open the private elevator for us. We’re coming up.”

After another nauseating elevator ride in a cabin that had no buttons to press, a retinal scan of the woman and a sacred promise you wouldn’t touch anything without permission, you were led to a room that was less strictly clinical than you expected – you only saw glass walls separating the white part of another lab in the corner of the room.

The welcome was about as warm as with Lady Spy though.

“What the hell?!” two men cried out in unison, looking up from some sort of a robotic… thing, matching shocked and exasperated expressions on their faces.

One of them was in a lab coat, wearing seeing glasses, suntanned skin and dark curls wild around his head, while the other seemed more caring about his looks with short hair and a goatee; he was wearing a plain dark long-sleeved t-shirt and grey sweats.

“Yeah, I know,” the woman who had brought you in said, not quite elaborating. It didn’t go unnoticed by the goatee man.

“Who the fuck is that?!”

“Cap’s soulmate. Probably,” Dean responded dryly, smiling tightly.

The guy was having none of it as he probably should. Still, you winced when he threw up his arm towards you, brown fire in his eyes – partly directed at you, partly at the redhead woman. He paced towards your group rapidly.

“What? And who the hell are you? Romanoff? Who are these people? Where did you get them? Is that another stunt of yours? Is that what that Wilson therapist told you to do?”

Romanoff’s eyes narrowed, her forehead crooking. “How do you even know about- no, don’t tell me. But don’t look at me, they came on their own.”

“To this lab?” the man sassed her. She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, okay, that’s on me.”

“You trust them enough to bring them here?” the lab-coat man spoke up for the first time and shifted his weight from one leg to another, fiddling with his fingers nervously. You would swear you saw a hint of green on the side of his neck, but it must have been a trick of light.

“Long story. Wanna run some tests?” she offered, sounding rather commanding.

The goatee man narrowed his eyes, but quickly caught up, a flash of recognition on his face. “Good plan. Want Jarvis to update the security protocols?”

“Good plan. Though I don’t think it will do any good.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed, while the curled-hair man hesitantly beckoned you to follow him to the white part of the laboratory. You gulped at the sight, but hoped it didn’t show on your face much.

“Thanks,” you quipped up shyly, your fingers fiddling with the loose end of your plaid shirt. “Good afternoon. Sorry for barging in and interrupting your work.”

You didn’t know what possessed you to say that – perhaps you were wishing to smoothen the messy and rather hostile situation. To be fair, you were sorry; whatever they had been doing when you stumbled in looked important.

“Just… ask Jarvis later,” you heard behind your back and then the glass doors fallen shut behind you.

The man in the glasses observed you with brilliant eyes, curiosity, a hint of anger, confusion and a spark of hope written all over his face.

“We’ll see if it’s a problem. Who are you? Why are you here?”

You slowly climbed to the examining table, waiting for instructions, not sure what exactly he was about to perform. His questions were good ones, but there was a tiny catch.

“I really wish I knew answers to at least one of these questions, sir,” you whispered honestly, the pool of chocolate in his irises softening a fraction at your admission.

“You don’t know who you are?”

The velvet of his voice, soft question and gentle movements of his hands as he prepared your arm to take your blood summoned tears to well up in your eyes and you only shook your head, not wanting for your voice to break.

“But you’re here willingly, right? These men out there – they can’t hear you, don’t worry – they didn’t force you to come here, did they?” he continued kindly, a worried crinkle on his forehead now.

You were quick to understand that he worried whether two random fellas didn’t take an advantage of your visible similarity to Captain’s soulmate.

The shook of your head was more rapid this time, especially as you noticed the green patch of skin on his neck again. You understood finally that this was whom Natasha Romanoff was talking about – ‘greener and bigger’, she had said. You didn’t want to upset him, more so with a syringe in his hand.

“No. They have been helping me from the moment I woke up with no memory. They are very kind to me. We didn’t know to come here until we walked into a café and people were staring at me.”

As you explained it quietly, you barely noticed the pinch and the vial filling with your blood. He disinfected the puncture then, wordlessly instructing you to keep the pressure on it.

“Well. We’ll see if this can help us at all,” he offered as he placed the vial to a machine you had never seen before. “But if you are, in some impossible way, the person you are scarily similar to, we’re about to have a very long chat.”

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The chat wasn’t long at all in fact. The machine spitted out a result within five minutes in which you had returned to the cosier laboratory to witness the trio of Sam, Dean and Romanoff explaining to the goatee man how supernatural world worked.

He appeared sceptical, but Doctor Banner – as you learned – supported the spy when she pointed out her chronic pain in her knee that she now claimed to vanish.

Mr. Stark, aka the goatee man, seemed very relieved at the ping that sounded from his computer, an excuse to pause the weird conversation. Seeing the window instantly pop out in the air in front of his face, little lights drew some kind of results you couldn’t read.

You could read the actual text though. There was your supposed name, a series of lighter and darker bands, and next to it, a tested subject (actual you) with matching set of bands.

The match: 100%.

Stark’s head snapped to you along with Romanoff’s and Banner’s. They all stared at you speechless, disbelief at something beyond their comprehension clearly on display on their faces.

You shuffled uncomfortably, your gaze falling to the floor. You could still sense Dean’s and Sam’s satisfaction as they stood by your side. You, on the other hand, felt like you couldn’t quite breathe in, your chest too heavy and constricted.

“Well,” Stark broke the ominous silence, voice with a barely audible tremble in it. “Either you’re good, like really fucking good, or… you’re actually her, which… what the hell. People don’t just come back from death.”

Yeah, no shit. Tell me about it. And they told me that people actually do.

Too sheepish and not knowing what was a proper thing to say to that (was there even such thing?), you remained in your position and quiet.

Dean was kind enough to voice your thoughts though.

“Well, all of us, including the angel Ms. Scarily Pretty and Pretty Scary here met, did. That’s our world,” he stated, moving closer to your side as if he wanted to comfort you as he sensed your discomfort. Which probably wasn’t that hard. “I’m not saying it happens every day, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen here and there.”

“In the end, I don’t think it matters,” Romanoff sighed and you finally found courage to look up as her words shocked you.

What did that mean?

“Why?” Stark questioned.

“Because she’s already here. They should talk.”

“Why? That’s gotta hurt like hell if nothing comes out of it, Natasha. You saw how he’s coping. Or, you know, not coping,” Banner reasoned this time and you bit your lip, glancing away at the thought of hurting your supposed soulmate.

“What he said. But I wouldn’t say ‘hell’,” Stark supported him and then added for a good measure: “I’d say ‘fuck’.”

The woman huffed exasperatedly.

“Yeah, guys, I’ve been there for the past weeks. You said it yourself, Tony, I did look for a therapist. But cut Steve some slack, he’s trying. More importantly, this can’t be a coincidence. I don’t believe in those.”

Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name and you weren’t sure you wanted to probe at why. Having the picture of him in your head, his voice caressing your ears, then pleading desperately as he had tried to save you – and there was no questioning it anymore, was there, even the DNA had confirmed you were she and she was you – made one hell of a mess of you.

As if you hadn’t been one already.

“Explain.”

“When I told her… that I might have sent Steve her way the first time, you know what she told me?” Romanoff reacted to Stark’s blunt request and all eyes shifted to you once more and you panicked.

“I have no idea what she’s talking about, I clearly didn’t!”

“Enlighten us then?” Banner sighed, tilting his head to side curiously, glancing back at the other woman in the room.

“That it was okay. That either way, it was meant to happen exactly like it happened, because why else the words would have already been on their skin? Exactly those words?”

You blinked in surprise, taken aback at how much the words resonated with you. You could hear yourself say that and it probably shouldn’t shock you since you had your identity confirmed now, but… still.

When the spy spoke the words out loud, they made perfect sense.

“Wanna go all ‘you can’t escape the fate’ on me?”

Or maybe they didn’t, you thought grimly as Stark’s voice turned sceptical.

“Well, she wasn’t wrong, was she?” the redhead opposed him dryly, raising a challenging eyebrow.

The doctor grimaced, probably wanting to say something, but not having a counterargument.  

“That’s fair. But that was different. There are no words-“

“There are. Steve… he’s got a new set of words.”

“Aha!” Sam and Dean called out in unison, pointing their index fingers to accent Romanoff’s words, once again in creepy sync.

You, on the other hand, were less confident.

“Really?” you whispered, relief washing over you like a tide wave. You hadn’t been aware of how much the possibility of everyone being wrong weighted you down until now. What were the chances Steve Rogers wasn’t your soulmate – again and still – after this revelation?

The spy only nodded, sending an approximation of a smile in your direction.

“Wait, really? Son of a bitch.” - “What does it say?” Banner asked at the same time as Stark and you bit your lip.

Should you even know that? Would they tell you? If they would, you could say them to the captain and call it a day – but that wasn’t how it worked, right?

Should you like… cover your ears?

“He wouldn’t tell me,” Romanoff sighed, solving your moral dilemma for you. You were glad, not caring whether she was making it up, because she didn’t want to tell you or whether it was the truth. “To be fair, maybe he would have done it, but I tranquillized him about thirty seconds after he told me about them, so I understand he didn’t feel like sharing after that.”

Yeah, you could see that happening. She seemed to be one for a quick and radical solutions, which tranquillizing someone – like drugging him to fall asleep, right? – definitely was.

“Fair enough,” Stark hummed and then turned to you with curiosity in his eyes. His whole stance seemed to change though upon the mention of Steve Rogers having new words. He believed you now and it caused him – just like everyone else you had met in this strange Tower – to treat you… kinder. “Do you have two sets of words?”

“I… I do.”

With a deep inhale and painfully slow exhale, you started to unbutton your shirt, revealing both of your sets of words. The shock and something indescribable in the air was almost palpable as there were no doubts left in anyone’s head.

The silence was weighting a ton and you were immensely grateful to Banner for breaking it – until you heard his words that scared you as much as they excited you.

“Yeah, they should probably talk.”

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Part 14

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The we-shall-protect-Steve-at-any-cost squad in action. Then again, it’s hard to argue with angels and scientific evidence when they team up.

Sorry it took long, glad if you waited :-* Thanks for reading!

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #456

“i don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, & that feels so rough”

What was the longest time you’ve had the hiccups for? I know at LEAST over an hour. I was in agony. What type of TV shows are your favourite? Animal docs. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? Bitch I still am lmao. Do you know anyone who has died in battle? No. When was the last time you went on an adventure? Bro, I could NOT tell you. I haven't had one of those in what feels like eons. What brand is your vacuum cleaner? I actually don't know. I don't pay attention. Are you good at rapping? Never tried, but I'm sure I'd be awful. I stutter too much. Name one world issue that upsets you. Just ONE????????? Well, I can name homelessness as very high on the list. How do you feel about tanning? I hate it. I can't stand the heat, so why would I deliberately go bake in it? Have you ever given a public speech? Yeah, in front of the whole 4th and 5th grade when I was innnn... one of those grades, idr which. It was for my D.A.R.E. essay. Do you read comic books? No. Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? NOOOOOOOOOOO I'm way too awkward. Kiss with your eyes open or closed? Bro who tf kisses with their eyes open, that shit is creepy. Do you believe you can change someone? No. One can only change themselves. How did you react when your first pet died? I have no memory of our first pet. Have you ever drawn anime? No. Can you use a pogo stick? When I was a kid, I became a MASTER. I got one for I want to say Christmas and I was obsessed. When’s the next time you’ll see the person that you like? Idk, first he needs to get on Facebook and see I messaged him alsdkfjalkdj. He like never gets on there. Do you like bathing/showering? No. One, it's a chore, and two, it's actually painful for me, standing up so long and propping my legs up and stuff like that to clean myself properly. Have you ever considered entering a race? HEEEEEEEEEEELL no. Rihanna or Lady Gaga? Probably Gaga, idk. Who was your first good kiss with? Jason. What accessory do you want in your bedroom? I actually kinda want a TV now? What do you take the most pictures of? Flowers. What are you always in the mood for? Lately, Krispy Kreme donuts, lol. I haven't had one in a very long time, but goddamn does a hot glazed donut sound BANGIN' right now and has for days. What is something that you never turn down? Hm... how am I blanking??? What is something that you always turn down when offered? Certain foods or drinks, like tea. Name something sexy about your significant other. I don't have one'a those. What is one of your hobbies that you refuse to give up? Um, idk. As interests work, I may move away from any hobby eventually. If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be? Dance. If you could be a professional at any instrument what would it be? Violin. Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? A mortician. That job doesn't even seem all that bad to me? I think it'd be kinda chill somehow???? I could NEVER be a surgeon. I'd be terrified of fucking something up. Have you ever been on a subway? No. Are you in love? No. Do you like having your lip softly bitten when you’re kissing? *eyes emoji* Do you want to get married when you’re older? Yes. What was the last band shirt you wore? PROBABLY my Metallica shirt? But I'm unsure, ultimately. You can have a milkshake right now. What flavor do you choose? Ugh, I've been wanting a nice chocolate milkshake for a while. Have you ever given someone flowers? For Mother's Day one year, I collected some wildflowers to put in a jar for Mom. I've also given Jason roses before. I really wanted to give Sara some when I surprised her for her birthday, but I didn't want to ask her parents to drive me somewhere where I could buy her some, ha ha. What day of the week is usually your busiest day? None. My days are all the same. Do you have any concerts coming up? No, but UGH, I was so hyped a few days ago because I saw Motionless In White was going on tour next year, but of course they're going to the big city on the OTHER end of the state versus the capital, which I'm way closer to. -_- Bands ALWAYS choose Charlotte on the super rare occasion they come to NC... Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Ugh, I hate it. What’s your favorite brand of chips? Doritos, maybe? Between Mountain Dew and those... I am such a fucking gamer stereotype lmfao. Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? I think I had to before in school? Idr. Do you like pineapple? Love it. Does your house have a dishwasher? Yes. A dishwasher is one thing I MUST have in my own future house. I cannot stand touching dirty dishes. Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo? Oh, absolutely. Sunflower tattoos are especially popular around here. How many different languages can you say goodbye in? English, German, and uhhh Spanish? Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies. I don't mind them. I've never understood the hate, honestly? I think he's capable of being funny. Have you ever had to get a tooth pulled? If so, what for? Only by myself when I was a kid losing my baby teeth. Have you ever dated anyone while they were in jail? Nooooo. If you’ve ever babysat, do you like it? Fuck no, I hate it. What is your favorite flavor on sunflower seeds? I don't like those. Do you get cold easily? No, but I get hot extremely easily. Do you get a lot of spiders in your house? I don't think so, no. Do you admire nature? I positively adore nature. If only we treated it better... Name one naughty thing you’ve done. Done sexual things in places I probably shouldn't have, oops. Name two of your favorite things as a child. Pokemon and Webkinz. Do you own a Pillow Pet? No. They're cute, though. My niece has one. Do you tend to solve problems with violence? Absolutely not. Have either of your parents gone to jail? No. Do you know a hoarder? Yes. Do you wax, pluck, or leave your eyebrows? I just leave 'em be, honestly. Do you have any interesting scar stories? Not really. Do you hate the texture of meatballs? No, I love me some meatballs. Do you get migraines? Very, very rarely. They fucking suck. Do you like guns? NOOOOOOO guns terrify me alsd;kjfal;sdjfk Are turtles amazing creatures? All animals are. :') How much time do you spend taking surveys? A whole lot. It's just that I'm like... always bored and the randomness of surveys can add interesting little flares to the day, I guess. Would you rather visit: The Eiffel Tower or Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids, for sure. Would you like to work at a candy shop? No. I don't want to work directly with people. Do you have feelings for someone? It's funny; now that I've settled the extreme indecision, I've come to realize that they're very strong feelings. How you go from being indecisive to really, really liking somebody, hell if I know. Which one of your guy friends is the best looking? Uhhh Girt is like my only real guy friend, so I guess it's by default him, ha ha. I'm not particularly attracted to him, but he's not ugly by any means. Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf? I'm so sorry. Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player? Either Ozzy or Metallica. Most likely Ozzy, though. Which song describes your mood at the moment? Hm. I dunno. Which movie(s) do you quote the most? None, really. Which one of your best friend’s friends would you most likely date? None; we don't share irl friends, being many states apart, and not even that many online ones. Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? I don't have my own car. Which one of your friends will be the most successful? I'm not psychic. What store did you last shop at? Mom and I picked up a Wal-Mart order the other day. Do you think telepathy is real? Absolutely not. When did you last draw something for fun? A few days ago, I started a drawing of Maieykio for Sara. Who makes the most in your entire family? I have no idea. Do you like writing essays? I don't mind, if the topic interests me. Do you think plastic surgery is no big deal? Nah. Well, I think you can take it to an visual extreme, but that's just my opinion. Do what makes you comfortable in your own body. Do you take your trash to the dump or have it picked up? It's picked up. When you sneeze do you sneeze into your shirt or your hands? The inside of my elbow. Do you usually have sex in the morning, noon or night time? It usually happened at night. Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test? Haven't taken it yet. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? OH MY GOD NEITHER Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently: No one, really? Well, unless you count my change of feelings for Girt, but it's just that: a type of change. I've loved him platonically since high school, and it's like, I feel the same for him, just in a romantic way now? Does your car have a sunroof? No. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? My mom. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Nope, not how I roll. Who’s the last person you cuddled with? Sara. Unless you count my cat. Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook? Former teachers, yes. I feel kinda bad for 'em now... They're all the sweetest, God-fearing people, and then there's my outspoken (online) and liberal ass sharing shit that's gotta disappoint them now lmaoooo.

[lesty-xx]

thank you @fanfictiongreenirises for tagging me! The last part was especially fun (haha, are you happy I’m actually doing these now, now you’re not tagging me in vain!)

rules: spell out your url with song titles, answer the quarantine questions, and bold the things that apply - then tag 10 people

This is quite long so I dumped everything under the cut =D

let's goooooooooo

L - Learn to Let Go by Kesha

E - Eden by Sara Barellies

S - Something by The Beatles

T - Treacherous by Taylor Swift

Y - You Gotta Die Sometime by Andrew Rannells in Falsettos

I have no songs for X, I know none, I have over 2,000 songs in iTunes and not ONE starts with X, so I think we're stopping here then? This is a sign that I need to evolve out of 2012 and remove the "-xx" from my user name.

~*~

where are you isolated?? at home! I’m quite lucky because I get to hang out with my dog everyday

what are you currently reading or watching?? I'm rewatching Doctor Who right now! I went in reverse order by doctor (13, then 12, then 11, etc) but having to witness Clara die then seeing her again all bright and bubbly with 11 was painful, and I realised I couldn't go through that pain again with Rose so I skipped 10 and went onto 9. I'm now half way through 10's first season, and I’m so excited for when Martha and Donna rock up as the God Tier companion duo of NuWho

if you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?? Sometimes I sit in the backyard and listen to the birds, my dog likes to come out with me and roll in the grass.

any fascinating concept you’re studying?? ummmmm I've just finished all my uni coursework (just finishing up a prac assignment at this rate), but the most interesting thing I got to study this semester was the development of white nationalism as a culture. It was awful and somewhat traumatising at times, but thoroughly interesting in a perverse, macabre way. 

what kind of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing?? I'm kind of flip flopping between different things because I keep getting new ideas of things to try. I've been writing, experimenting with new watercolour techniques, I did some spray painting and gave myself a minor asthma attack, it's been fun!

a song that resonates with your state of mind at the moment?? Kings and Queens by Ava Max! It's such a great bop to jump around in your bedroom to, and lately that's been my perpetual state of being

favourite impulsive/”bad” coping techniques?? p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n, I keep waking up going "okay, I'll get this thing done", but first I've got to shower, then I need to have a coffee - oh, that one didn't wake me up enough, better have another one! Oh no, now I have too much energy, let's do some spontaneous cardio in the living room, oops, now I need another shower - and then this just continues until it's 10pm where I'm like "ah, now it's too late to start anything, I’ll do it tomorrow".

favourite healthy/”good” coping techniques? I'm starting to exercise which I thought I'd hate but I'm actually enjoying, it’s nothing intense or committed, but it’s nice to get some movement into my life.

~*~

APPEARANCE i’m over 5′5″. i wear glasses / contacts. i have blonde hair. i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. i have one or more piercings. i have at least one tattoo. i have blue / green eyes. i have dyed or highlighted my hair. i have gotten plastic surgery. i have or had braces. i sunburn easily. i have freckles. i paint my nails. i typically wear makeup. i don’t often smile. i am pleased with how i look. i prefer nike to adidas. i wear baseball hats backwards.

HOBBIES AND TALENTS i play a sport. i can play an instrument. i am artistic. i know more than one language. i have won a trophy in some sort of competition. i can cook or bake without a recipe. i know how to swim. i enjoy writing. i can do origami. i prefer movies to tv shows. i can execute a perfect somersault. i enjoy singing. i could survive in the wild on my own. i have read a new book series this year. i enjoy spending time with friends. i travel during school or work breaks. i can do a handstand.

RELATIONSHIPS i am in a relationship. i have been single for over a year. i have a crush. i have a best friend i have known for ten years. my parents are together. i have dated my best friend. i am adopted. my crush has confessed to me. i have a long distance relationship. i am an only child. i give advice to my friends. i have made an online friend. i met up with someone i have met online.

AESTHETICS i have heard the ocean in a conch shell. i have watched the sunrise. i enjoy rainy days. i have slept under the stars. i meditate outside. the sound of chirping calms me. i enjoy the smell of the beach. i know what snow tastes like. i listen to music to fall asleep. i enjoy thunderstorms. i enjoy cloud watching. i have attended a bonfire. i pay close attention to colours. i find mystery in the ocean. i enjoy hiking on nature paths. autumn is my favourite season.

MISCELLANEOUS i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. i am the mom friend. i live by a certain quote. i like the smell of sharpies. i am (was) involved in extracurricular activities. i enjoy mexican food. i can drive a stick-shift. i believe in true love. i make up scenarios to fall asleep. i sing in the shower. i wish i lived in a video game. i have a canopy above my bed. i am multiracial. i am a redhead. i own at least three dogs.

Tagging: It’s been so long since I was active on tumblr that I kinda feel at a loss at who to tag, so this is basically my awkward way to reach out to some mutuals who I still see on my dash and adore even though I never speak to you because communication and I *are not* on speaking terms

@ohloverbcy @hiimcanadia @just-emerly @dirigibleplumbing @hailey813 @funky-lil-cowgirl-yeehaw @protectcombeferre @shakespeareanqueer (there’s no pressure to do this btw! I’m just stumbling back into this website with a flickering torch)

[fictionalarsonist]

The Heartbreak Prince - part 1

pairing ›_ yoonmin ; taegi feat. ›_bts namjoon ; bts hoseok mentions of. ›_mamamoo solar ; exo kai ; bang yongguk content ›_angst ; murder ; violence ; blood ; drinking ; mentions of/implied human trafficking ; mature language ; major character death ; impled/referenced drug use rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_2k 

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premise ›_Yoongi got out of jail, made himself a living and is trying to get on with his life to be the best and doesn’t care what means it’d take to get there. Jimin’s one of those things, but, to Yoongi, it ends up that Jimin goes beyond than just being a prized possesion. Taehyung believes his hyung’s better than that. 

「 ao3 | mobile m.list 」

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | wip ]

“Don’t screw this up, okay?”

Yoongi hisses in annoyance at Hoseok’s warning, watching his new found acquittance fix his suit as the elevator doors close.

“What do you take me for?”

Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s genuinely irritated tone and snatched his suit of his right-hand man standing behind the two of them. Kim Namjoon, Yoongi remembers clearly, inmate #612004. Out of everyone in there Yoongi hated Namjoon’s guts the most, but the guy ended up as a henchman of the spoiled brat he used to gang up on.

“You? You look like a disaster ready to happen”, Hoseok comments in carefree manner as he buttons his suit nicely, “It won’t be pretty, though.”

Yoongi stared at Hoseok’s smug grin and watched him step out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened with Namjoon closely behind. Yoongi fixed his own suit and gained himself while his own henchman held the door for him. Taehyung was good at keeping his professional facade - sometimes -, although he could be a total pain-in-the-ass most of the time.

“Shall we go now, sir?” Taekhyung asked holding the elevator’s doors open with one hand while holding the duly locked suitcase with the other, all the while Yoongi regained some composure before stepping out of the enclosement.

After being in jail for such a long time, he’d rather not stay in places that resemble that hole. What if he has a bad temper? There’s so many people worse than him that deserve the solitary a whole lot more than him.

Namjoon opens the double doors for them and the room behind those doors seems like another world. Somewhere even detached from the hotel it’s in. Everything inside is shiny and shockingly expensive, the people inside are dressed as the finest, most arrogants pricks Yoongi has ever seen in his life.

If they met any other day, in any other way they would pass by and not even dare to step on him, like the dirty rug they’d probably consider him as, but, from today on, things are different.

Yoongi doesn’t mind the doors closing behind him as he follows by Hoseok’s side, his golden ticket in the form of a sick a-hole. Hoseok was the reason Yoongi thought that if fuckers like him - Hoseok, that is - can make it, then, “why can’t I?” So, it just seems right to use no other than him to get where he wants.

After a round of being introduced to people he never even heard off, but had the high profiles he does know bowing their heads to them and indulging conversations here and there he finds himself in an interesting circle.

“Dad. This is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok introduces.

“The kid who watched your back in prison?” The old man smiles and lays his heavy hand on Yoongi’s shoulder with an empty smile, “Thank you. My son is too spoiled, he wasn’t made for that kind of place.”

Yoongi bares a smile to the old man.

“Ah, no need to thank me, sir.” Yoongi says in a respectful tone.

“Hoseok! Make sure you stick by your friend’s side since you got him here.”

“Why me, dad? You got this wrong,” Hoseok says with one of his eyes-smile that could fool anyone, “Actually, today, he dragged me here.”

Yoongi could throw Hoseok a glare for the shameless lie, but was too busy making and covering it up for him.

“I’m really thankful for being invited today, sir. It is an honor to be invited to join such a selective party.”

Yoongi says respectfully yet again, pretending to not see the way the old man throws his son a confused glance as he bows his head right before sticking his hand inside his jacket to reach for one of his business cards. The old man takes it and reads it briefly before passing to his assistant.

“Yoongi here is the founder and CEO of an exporting company,” Hoseok explains, “It’s recent, but it’s being extremely successful. You signed the contract last week, you don’t remember? He’ll be dealing with our goods from China and the Philippines.”

Yoongi watches the stern look on the old man’s face that sends shivers down his body, Hoseok doesn’t seem to get affected at all or so he thinks. A nudge on his foot makes Yoongi jolt and immediately calls Taehyung over.

Taehyung immediately comes closer and ceremoniously places the suitcase to Yoongi to open.

“This is a token of my appreciation, sir”

Just a quick look inside the suitcase makes the old man’s eyes sparkle and Yoongi hides a content smirk.

“I wonder how you got a hold of something so precious”, the old man says, now with an easy laughter and Yoongi shows a smile.

“I’m glad you can appreciate it, sir.” Yoongi replies and the old man nods firmly with a approving grunt.

“I’m the kind of man who likes to give gifts to their friends even better than receiving” The man says approvingly, “You seem to understand me.”

“Of course.” Yoongi replies.

“I’m counting on you, Mr. Min Yoongi.” The old man says as Yoongi closes the suitcase and it is dutifully passed to the old man’s assistant before being passed to someone else and be taken away before anyone could notice.

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

A moment later Yoongi rests on one of the sofas in a corner, dress suit buttons popped open as he sighs in relief. Hoseok plots himself on a armchair nearby. The party is still on, but on a different level and the two of them simply watch.

“You don’t use any of it? Really?” Hoseok scoffs.

“Are you crazy?” Hoseok asks, unbuttoning his own suit, “My dad would make sure I’d be your best harvest.”

Yoongi decides not to delve into this fantasy right now.

“I don’t get close to any of these strong shit” Hoseok says as he watches a woman stumble her way to the couch, “You should keep your head high. Don’t get yourself to use this shit.”

“Yah~ Who the fuck do you think I am?” Yoongi kicks a foot towards Hoseok and the other smirks as the woman settles herself by stradling some guy’s lap.

There’s a silence between them where Hoseok seems too busy lighting up his cigarette. Just a moment when Yoongi’s eyes caught on someone, two people actually.

“Who are they?”

Hoseok follows Yoongi’s eyes and chuckles around his cigarette.

“Ah, them. The twins.”

Yoongi frowns, following the couple. They didn’t seem all the different from others, but there was something about them that seemed like someone casted a spotlight on them and everyone else was just a shadow. Something about their presence that made others give them space to walk and talk, and stand close to.

“They- look nothing like twins.” Yoongi scrunches, “Are they even related?” Yoongi would throw a glance at Hoseok now but his eyes are just captivated by the couple, one of them more than the other.

“They’re not actually twins, but they’re one of a kind. Each of them.” Hoseok pauses to take a drag, “Solar used to own the most popular and high-profiled hostess club and restaurant branch in the country. Back then, she worked under the Red Dragon,” the woman walks away, but Yoongi’s eyes stays on the other, “Jimin- is the son of an executive who owed more than he could ever pay for. Long story short, Jimin paid his father’s dues himself.”

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.

Hoseok hums around the cigarette, his lips curled into a smile as he sees Yoongi’s eyes. 

“They are the best out of everyone in this room, no matter if you’re my dad or anyone else- no one here has more power in their hands. If you get to sleep with one of them, you’re the best. No one can touch you.”

Yoongi’s head quickly turns to Hoseok smug grin.

“What?”

“Oh. It’s true.” Yoongi looks at Jimin again. No matter how special he thought Jimin could be, he could never see this far. “Don’t go thinking you can charm him that easily. It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”

Yoongi pushes himself to the edge of his seat and looks back at the guy who looks young and rather naive compared to the picture Hoseok is painting of him.

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok turns to look as well.

“Ah, that’s the director of KCIA. Some people think he’s sleeping with Solar, but he seems quite fond of Jimin too. Though, it might just be business- who knows?” Hoseok shrugs uninterested.

After a moment Yoongi glared at Hoseok and leaned back on his seat.

“Don’t believe me? Just ask anyone.” The ashes from Hoseok’s cigarette fly everywhere when he gestures exaggeratedly. 

***

‘If money didn’t matter for Jimin, then what could?’ - Yoongi just kept thinking about it.

“Tae!” Yoongi called out from his office and Taehyung just materialized itself- well, almost, on the other side of Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes?”

“I need you to look into someone for me. I want you to find out what they like. Flowers, cars, a penthouse, a new liver, plastic surgery. Just anything.”

Taehyung frowns.

“Who?”

“Jimin.”

“Jimin who?” Taehyung tries again.

“You figure it out.” Yoongi orders, impatient, “He was at the party last night.”

“Ah, sure. That sounds- easier, I guess.” Taehyung says sarcastically, then stops, “Wait a- He? You said he?”

“Yes, he. Why? Gotta a problem with it?” Yoongi provokes and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, you just doesn’t look like-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you prick” Yoongi half-heartedly complains, “You should call me sir! I’m your boss.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung tries, approaching, “We used to be cellmates! We helped each other-”

“Just do as I say. You’re too problematic to deserve any special treatment for now. Just find him” Yoongi orders.

“But- Sir, is that anything I could use? A piece of info or intel?”

“That’s your job! All I know is that he came along with a girl named Solar last night. She seemed to have connections with Bang Yongguk and the Red Dragon.”

“Yamazaki? He passed on his Seoul branch to someone named Kai.” Taehyung recalls.

“Don’t get mixed up with them again. Didn’t you get in jail because of them? Your target isn’t the girl.” Taehyung sighs

“Okay, hyung.”

Yoongi hisses as Taehyung leaves the room.

***

There’s another party and Yoongi invited himself in. He roamed around for a bit and made his connections as he could, placed his bets here and there, all the while his eyes looked for this one person. But, it all seems useless, Jimin doesn’t seem to be anywhere. He even looked for him where the junkies are enjoying their high, but he’s not there.

“Taehyung. Let’s go.” Yoongi orders.

Taehyung follows Yoongi, opens the doors and accompanies him down the hall. Halting when the other does out of the blue.

Yoongi scoffs.

“I’ve been looking for you”

Taehyung felt a shiver run through him when he heard his adored hyung speak so velvety. He’s seen many sides of Yoongi, but he’s yet to get used to this one, apparently. Taehyung didn’t like how something twisted inside of him, something like disgust sent the food he ate earlier in the evening go all the way up his throat, while the blood pumping to his head caused a painful reaction he tried his best to ignore.

Taehyung sees Jimin’s trained eyes examine the man in front of him and whatever expression Yoongi was showing made Jimin smirk just the tiniest bit and shift on his feet with his hands shoved in the pockets of his dress pants casually.

***

“I heard a lot about you” Yoongi says once they’re alone at the hotel’s restaurant.

Taehyung’s at a nearby table drinking orange juice and glancing at the couple every now and then. Curious. Just curious.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow. He chose not to order anything and cut-off Yoongi when the waitress when she came by, dismissing her with so much as a short sentence that seemed to roll out of his tongue too easily, Yoongi noticed.

“I dislike guys like you the most,” Jimin said simply and Yoongi pretended to not be affected by it, Taehyung shifted on his seat, “I’m not interested in ex-cons and especially dislike lap dogs.”

“I might be an ex-con, but I’m not a lap dog.”

Jimin pouts and tilts his head as if he’s processing, innocently what Yoongi just said.

“Then, get rid of Hoseok’s protection. Until then, stop sending people to stalk me, it’s burdensome.”

Jimin stands up and leaves while Yoongi stays, staring at the empty chair across from him.

***

“Hyung,” Taehyung calls softly and by now Yoongi doesn’t care anymore what the younger calls him.

Taehyung wishes he could stop Yoongi. This is stupid. This is really stupid.

part 2 ⇾

[wackjams]

ticking time bomb.

surgeon!au

warnings: mentions of illnesses such as tumors and cancer, language word count: 2.1k summary: when the head of neurosurgery is diagnosed with a deadly tumor, he turns to you, the doctor that has studied under him for five years now, to do his surgery. he trusts no one else other than you. but what happens when you don't trust yourself to save the one and only kim taehyung?

i am not a doctor so please beware that some things in this story may be inaccurate. 

part one : part two (final)  part two is linked in my masterlist along with all my other work.

Your eyes studied the clock on the wall closely. The clock ticked slowly, so very agonizingly slowly. Silence filled the OR as everyone waited. Yoongi stood on the table across from you with eyes locked on the still heart inside of the chest of this woman. 

You all waited and waited until.... beep... beep... beep.

The breath you were holding released itself from your lungs. Yoongi was smiling behind the mask covering his face as he admired his work on the heart. His stitches were holding! The women who had a bad heart attack during your surgery was going to make it.

"That, my friends, is why I am the head of cardio."  Yoongi praised himself, making a few of the nurses laugh.

"Thank you so much," you thanked your coworker and close friend.

Yoongi, who was allowing his resident to close the women's chest now that the hard part was done, took a step back and began taking off his gloves and gown. "Anytime, ____. Did you get her blood clot okay?"

You hummed at him as a soft yes to his question as you continued to close the woman's head. Unlike Yoongi who dealt with hearts, you were a neurosurgeon. "I absolutely did."

"Great work," he complimented you before exiting the OR to attend to his other patients for the day.

"As Dr. Min said, great work everybody," you said out loud to those in the OR with you. Finishing up yourself, you allowed your scrub nurse to take the light from your head and then strip you from your own gloves and gown. You sighed a breath of relief now that this surgery was over and took the chart from another nurse. "I want post OP updates every hour, please. This woman has gone through a lot and I want to see her through this."

"Yes Dr ____," she nodded at you.

Thanking her, you excused yourself from the OR and out into the hall to go fill out the needed paperwork.

You worked here in Seoul Medical Center as a neurosurgeon, studying under the head of neurosurgery Kim Taehyung. He was everything you wanted to be and he was also an amazing teacher. You'd been working here for the past five years and honestly, you loved it. You always wanted to be a doctor growing up and you definitely chased your dreams and were slowly becoming the medical hero you always inspired to be.

The other surgeons who worked here were so amazing as well. They too were very inspiring to you. There's Yoongi, who is the head of cardio. He is a little closed off from people but he is one hell of a surgeon who could do unexplainable things to the human heart when all hope seems lost. Kim Taehyung, as mentioned before, is the head of neuro. He knew brains better than anyone else did. All surgeons from across the world admired him and the work that he has done. He too has done some nearly impossible things to some brains. Your close friend, Jeon Jungkook, also worked here in the hospital. He was working in pediatric surgery.

Jung Hoseok ran the orthopedic department. The man loved breaking bones as a stress reliever. An amazing friend and surgeon as well. He gave so many people a brighter future with the work he's done on their bones. Then there is Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin. Jimin ran the trama department and can always be found in the ER. He is very good under pressure and worked fast in the worst possible situations. Jin had beauty and brains, which explains why he was made to run the plastics. He could repair the most damaged faces you'd ever seen and make them look untouched once they’ve healed. And lastly, there was the man above all of you. The chief of surgery and head of the general surgery department, Kim Namjoon. He was by far the most talented man you had ever met. An award-winning, world known, surgeon, who ran this whole department and part of the hospital.

Despite how powerful all of them were, you were still so close to them all. They were part of the reason why this hospital was your favorite place to be.

"Hey," a voice came from beside you.

You looked up from your chart to your left. Jungkook stood there with a few charts in his arms. You smiled upon seeing him. "Hey, how'd your surgery go?"

"Not good." Jungkook handed his filled out charts to the nurse behind the desk then ran his fingers through his tangled hair. "That kid, Colby, his cancer spread a lot more than I thought it would have... I have to go tell his parents that he has maybe six months left."

Your face fell at his words. Setting your pen down, you quickly brought Jungkook into a hug, which he gave into easily and hugged you back. This was the worst part of the job. "I'm so sorry," you said softly.

Jungkook nodded his head gently. "Me too."

He pulled away from you with a small smile before turning on his heels to go handle the situation. You watched him walk off until he was no longer in sight before sighing softly to yourself. You can only imagine how hard it has to be dealing with sick kids... Jungkook managed to handle it somehow though.

After finishing the chart, you handed it to the nurse behind the counter then headed off to go get something to eat. You've been at the hospital for nine hours and are absolutely starving now.

As you walked down the hall toward the elevators, someone yelled your name from behind. You didn't stop walking because you knew that voice. Instead, you smiled to yourself and called out to him too.

"I don't have time for nonsense, Jin! I'm hungry."

"Wait!" Jin cried out to you. He ran until he caught up to you then proceeded to walk beside you to the elevators. "We'll eat together! Like a romantic date in the hospital cafeteria with the worlds shittiest food."

You laughed out at him while pressing the button to call for the elevator, which you got lucky and the doors opened right then. Both you and Jin stepped inside and you hit the button to go down. "Such a pretty face but such an annoying soul," you teased Jin.

Jin wasn't even bothered. He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back against the wall while you traveled downward. His voice softened then. "Did you hear about Jungkook's patient?"

You nodded gently. "Yeah. He was pretty beaten up about it. He's been working on Colby for seven months... It's so sad."

"I know. Wanna take him out for a drink later? He could use it."

"Absolutely."

After the elevator reached the ground floor, you and Jin had gone and got some food together before going and finding a table to sit at to enjoy it together. He sat across from you at the empty table, which had three more empty seats at it. After five minutes, both Jimin and Hoseok had joined you and were eating as well. All four of you agreed to take Jungkook out later to help cheer him up.

"I'm considering moving into the basement of this place since I'm here so much anyway.” Hoseok started rambling nonsense. “What's the point in paying rent for an apartment that I sleep in once a week?" he asked all of you in between bites of his food.

Jin shrugged where he sat then relaxed back in his seat, a playful grin spreading over his lips. "You won't be able to bang anyone in the basement without getting caught. Save your apartment for that."

"Gross." you gagged at Jin.

Jimin shook his head at Jin. "What are you talking about? He literally banged some nurse in the on-call room this morning. He does sleep around here already."

"Wait seriously?!" Jin gasped surprised.

Hoseok smiled proudly where he sat. "Fuck yeah,"

"You guys are sick." you rolled your eyes at both of them but laughed softly. It was hard pretending to not be entertained by their banter every day.

"Hey speaking of banging," Jin started again without even acknowledging what you said. "When are you finally going to get laid, ____?"

As Jimin and Hoseok both laughed and turned to face you to hear your answer, your pager went off. Flipping your middle finger out to Jin, you pulled it from your pocket and sighed in relief seeing that you were needed elsewhere.

"Gotta go. Tae needs me,"

"Ah, so now then." Jin teased with an innocent smile.

You huffed at Jin as you stook up from your chair. "You're gross. Fuck off," with a soft laugh, all three boys waved you off when you walked away to go find Taehyung.

He was in a results room upstairs. It took about five minutes to get there since this hospital is so big; relief flooded over you when you finally got to where he was. Knocking before entering, you walked in with a warm smile. Taehyung glanced back to you but kept his focus on the scans that hung in front of him.

"Lock the door. We need privacy." Taehyung said lowly.

You locked the doors as you were told then walked over to him. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you; the scans were of a patient's brain with one of the biggest tumors you have ever laid your eyes on.

"Holy...."

"I know," Taehyung said, shaking his head. "It's huge."

"It's gigantic! How is this person even alive?" your voice was a little high pitched because you were so amazed by the sight in front of you. A tumor this size should have killed the person it belonged to, honestly. "Actually... are they even alive?"

Taehyung nodded beside you. "He is."

"Must be in a lot of pain then," you mumbled softly. Taehyung looked over to you with a harsh gaze. Looking up into his eyes, you frowned a bit. "Sorry. But seriously, this is huge. Are you going to try to remove it?"

Taehyung started taking the scans down off of the lit boards and slipped them back into the large envelope they belonged in. "I don't know what to do," he admitted to you. "What do you think we should do, ____?"

"Honestly, I would give him his time and tell him to enjoy it while he can before this thing kills him." you frowned at the thought of it. "How long do you think he has?"

"A few months. Two at the most, if that." Taehyung said softly. He turned to face you now and gave you a sad close-lipped smile. "He's suffering though if I'm honest."

"Who is it?"

Taehyung froze. He let his eyes stay focused on yours as you looked up waiting for an answer. His lack of response confused you, so you arched an eyebrow and gave him a confused look. Taehyung, who set the scans aside, crossed his arms over his chest and took a well needed deep breath.

"It's me."

"That's not funny."

"Good because it isn't a joke."

"Tae..."

Your face fell now. Your heart felt like it stopped as you watched and listened to how serious Taehyung was being. There was no way he had a brain tumor... Especially not one so large and deadly with so little time left. There was absolutely no way!

"Kim Taehyung this is not funny so, seriously, tell me who this is..." your voice cracked as you spoke. The idea of this tumor belonging to him scared the hell out of you. Not only was he your teacher, your mentor, but he was one of your closest friends. "Please tell me this tumor isn't in your head right now."

"____, this tumor is mine and I don't have much time left. I wouldn't joke about something like this." Taehyung spoke sternly yet without being rude about it. He needed you to understand. When a tear ran down your cheek, he sighed. "Don't do that. Do not cry, ____, I need you to not cry. You hear me?"

You nodded your head at him as quickly as possible. You hurriedly brushed away the tears from your cheeks and took a shaky breath. "W-what, what uh... What do we do? What can I do to help?"

Taehyung smiled at you now. That's what he wanted to hear. He picked up the envelope and handed it over to you. "Well for starters... We are going to keep this between us and us only. Nobody knows about this, okay? Absolutely no one.” you nodded at him. “Good. Now, you're going to find a way to get this damn tumor out of my head and save my life."