#the paramedics already came & took her btw so she should be in good hands

[scrawlingskribbles]

the sheer audacity of my body’s response to a coworker having a seizure being to send Us spiraling into a panic attack, like???? bro it is literally the absolute most Not About You right now, what are you doing???????? 😂

[juminsmysticmc]

Can I request the RFA suddenly meet old friends who were very close to them (maybe in their childhood, highschool,..), our boys said she's a good person but they're trying to separate the relationship between MC and the RFA (the RFA didn't notice this).MC told them about this and the RFA did not believe her, then they got into a fight, mc got hurt accidentally, plz.I love the angst, but can u make a happy ending?If it’s too much u don’t have to do it. I love ur blog btw, hope u have a great day!

Trigger Warning 

RFA meeting an old friend of MC who acts nice but want to actually separate their relationship but only trusting Mc after she got hurt in an accident 

Ohh hey! This is a really good request! It also would have been an amazing FanFic! Well, I hope you enjoy this Headcanon! Please feel free to tell me your opinion! And by the way, I also love angst with a happy end! Thank you for your kind words!

PS. the headline says trigger warnings because I am unsure if this could trigger you guys so please read with caution. 

You watched the group chat as the RFA was discussing whether to accept your friend as an RFA member. Everyone loved her; the woman who once was your best friend. The person who knew you the best. But she was also the person who hurt you the most. The lies she said, the actions with bad intentions… Everything came to you as more and more flashbacks. Ever since that happened back in University, you tried your best to cut contact. However, your love for her was bigger, and instead of cutting off the toxic friendship, she managed to make you become the loneliest person on the campus, destroying your faith and innocent heart for other people. You swore to yourself that you would never ever trust other people. Not until you met the RFA and your partner. They made you feel strong, positive about relationships, and managed to show you support whenever you needed it. But right now, that bad time was coming back. As if nothing changed, history repeated and people began to love her more than you. At least it seemed like that in your head. You decided to approach the person you thought would always support you. At least, you thought so.

Jumin

,,Jumin,“ you spoke up.

Your husband looked up from his phone as a smile decorated his face.

,,You never told me that you had such good friends,“ he spoke up first.

,,Well, actually, she isn’t a good friend to me. You know, maybe you guys shouldn’t hang out with her so much… she did some kind of hurtful things to me and-” you stopped as you saw Jumin’s face.

Why was he looking at you with that face?

As if you did something wrong, as if you were the bad person, just why?

,,You were the one who taught me to trust people!“ Jumin defended the woman who hurt you so deeply.

You tried to explain to him what happened.

,,She lied to me and to my friend! Because of her, I thought that my friend deceived me and vice versa!“ you told him.

How could he not trust you?

,,Maybe that was because you didn’t try to clear the misunderstanding,“ he told you, making you feel as if someone stabbed you in your back.

You rushed outside. You didn’t care about Jumin behind you, calling your name, and asking you to stop.

A fearful cry from him caused you to make a fatal mistake, looking back at him and not noticing the racing car which was approaching you.

The hit hurt so much. Your body crushed against the car and back on the hard floor, making you lose consciousness…

,,Mc! You‘re awake?!“ someone called your name.

You couldn’t really see the one who stood in front of you, but you knew perfectly well that this voice belonged to Jumin.

Even though you were still unable to move your limbs, you could feel Jumin kissing your hand.

,,I am sorry, that I… we didn’t trust you…“ he spoke up, making you notice that the RFA was there too.

,,Your friend won’t enter the RFA. Instead, we tried our best to make her go away forever,“‘ Seven laughed and began to explain how he found messages on her phone to get rid of you.

Zen

But you were kind of wrong.

Zen wasn‘t on your side at all. Instead,  he was on her‘s.

Once again, he was on the phone with her, laughing at something she told him.

At that point, you cursed the day you met her with Zen at the entertainment company.

With a fake smile, she hugged you and whined that you didn’t contact her anymore.

However, you knew that she hurt you a lot.

And Zen apparently came to like her a lot.

So much so that she was already visiting the whole RFA as if you were the newcomer.

,,You don’t understand how much she destroyed!“ you whined.

,,TRUE! I DON‘T! You're just jealous, Mc!“ he told you.

Lies, you thought.

Lies.

Like always. Lies.

You took your back and rushed out, not looking back at Zen or evening caring about telling him something.  

And then, without anyone noticing, you got into an accident.

While the paramedics were trying to save you, Zen was busy tidying up the room since your friend would come over.

Of course, the guilty was eating him from the inside, but right now he couldn’t change it.

And before Zen could keep on tidying up, the long-haired found something he shouldn’t read.

You diary.

The diary which page for page was about her, the one who caused your first panic attack, who made you think for two years that she was seriously sick, the one who played you against your friends.

And at that point he knew he screwed up.

Afterward, everything went over quickly.

Zen got called by the police, who told him that as you walked, you got hit by a stone that fell from a balcony and you were currently hospitalized.

At the same time, the girl who he thought was your friend passed by.

Zen couldn’t do differently and bashed her, telling her to literally fuck off before he would hit a girl for the first time.

,,I'm sorry,“ he sobbed late at night, your eyes still closed.

,,If you won’t wake up, I will fall asleep with you… so you’re free to choose yourself, whatever it will be. This time I will stay loyal to you,“

,,Dummy… of course I would choose life,“ you mumbled.

Yoosung

,,You’re my husband… why can’t you be loyal to me…?“ you begged him.

He just watched you as you shed tears in front of him, unable to give you an answer.

,,I just want you to trust me. Why do other people always come first? Am I not enough?

If the world was ending, wouldn’t I be enough? Do you need other people so bad?“ you sobbed.

,,Mc, I don’t understand your problem. We met your friend after such a long time and now you want us all to break contact? She’s so nice!“ Yoosung tried to explain, trying to touch you.

However, you flinched and stepped away.

,,Don’t touch me. If you don’t trust me, don’t touch me. I won’t forgive you for not trusting me… You’re unfair… Everyone is unfair… Why can’t you guys care about me? Why can’t you care about me the same way I care about you? Why is it always me who has to endure pain alone? Why?!“ you asked him and before he could stop you, you already ran off with the car key.

,,Mc is already missing for about three hours and isn’t answering her phone!“ Yoosung whined into the phone.

,,Don’t worry. And besides, it’s okay if she doesn’t come back.

Mc’s always been like this, as soon as something gets difficult she would go hiding. Don’t worry about her,“ your old friend said.

Yoosung gasped at the words your friend told him.

This wasn’t the way a friend should behave.

Without saying anything, Yoosung cut the call and instead called Seven, who immediately searched you.

,,Oh, oh… Oh my god,“ he gasped.

,,What?? Why? Seven??“ Yoosung cried.

,,Calm down, little man! I am going to pick you up, okay? Don’t freak out…“ Seven said and already cut the call to pick him up.

When the two of them arrived at the hospital, the other RFA members were already waiting in the parking lot.

Finally Seven spilled the tea, saying that he saw in the CCTV and that you were in an accident.

,,Two days already passed, Mc...the bad girl wasn’t accepted into the RFA so when you wake up, don’t worry. No one will replace you… and whatever she did back then, she won’t succeed another time… because we will stay by your side,“ Yoosung whispered before he fell asleep next to you.

,,Thank you…“

Jaehee

Tears kept flowing.

The thick drops were even louder than your breathing as you replayed what just happened.

You approached Jaehee to beg her to stay away from your toxic friend.

And then the argument.

You and her, who normally would work together, fought this time.

You even forgot what triggered you.

You just remembered how you got outside; alone in the dark.

The street lamp was the only thing illuminating the next five steps in front of you.

Suddenly, you shrieked as a dark figure approached you.

Fear was written all over your face and you were sure that the person in front of you could see that.

,,Who… are you?“ you whispered, trying your best to sound brave, but failing.

Instead, a sob left your mouth, making the stranger smirk.

The street echoed as you screamed as loudly as you could while the stranger stabbed you.

All he wanted was money.

You would have given it to him if he had just asked.

,,MC!“ you heard Jaehee and saw then her face.

And then darkness surrounded you.

,,She was always so stupid. That‘s why no one liked her back then in school.

It’s just better if you turn off the machines,“ you heard the one you once called your friend say.

You tried your best to open your eyes or say something, anything so that they wouldn’t kill you.

Anything, but nothing worked.

,,Please go. I don’t think that the RFA needs another member,“ you heard Jaehee say.

,,Don’t worry,“ she whispered and stroked your head.

,,I just realized everything and I will protect you,“ she kissed you, making you fall asleep in comfort.

Saeyoung

,,I thought since you’re a hacker you could see all her wrongdoings! But apparently, you’re blind!“ you hissed at him as you tried to beg him not to let her into the RFA.

However, you were already too late and realized that this ,,friend“ of yours already had all the data about the RFA.

Jumin said that maybe if you would give half the load of work to her so you wouldn’t work that much.

It would make it lighter for you.

In other words, you weren’t doing good enough.

They didn’t trust you with the work you were doing.

It hurt you.

It was a deep stab.

But you could keep going if your fiancé supported you.

Instead, he even did what the other person wanted.

No one trusted you.

You couldn’t trust anyone anymore either.

,,Someone leaked information about the RFA!“ the chat was in a fuss.

You knew who it was since you stopped working ever since she came into the RFA.

,,Mc was it! I can log in and see her email! Here‘s a screenshot.

Mc, how could you?

Why did you make the same mistake as back then in school?“ she typed in the chat.

You had to read the line four times until you realized that she was blaming you.

,,I’m disappointed,“ Saeyoung wrote.

That’s when you went you logged out and closed the app.

So she finally attacked you again, huh?

You were already waiting for it.

,,Mc!“ Saeran asked you and barged into the room.

,,You don’t trust me either, huh?“ you asked him, getting up and packing your stuff.

,,No, wait!“ your fiancé‘s brother tried to call you, to grab you.

However, it ended with you slapping his hand away, losing balance, and crashing down the stairs.

,,Did you push her?“ Saeyoung asked his brother.

,,ME?! WHY? I like her! And perhaps I do more than you! It’s your fault! If you would have trusted her, she wouldn’t have felt like that! If you would have supported her better… her friend faked the email. She was the one who leaked out the information,“ Saeran hissed, got up and left the hospital room, leaving an unconscious you behind him.

The next week, Saeyoung worked on finding out whether his brother was right or not and quickly kicked out the woman everyone thought was your friend.

,,From now on, I will trust you and listen to you. So open your eyes that you can scold me, okay?“ Saeyoung whispered and smiled as he saw your finger twitching.

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16.06.2020// 22:37 MEST

[magioftheseas]

Damaged vocal cords and KamuKoma for the bad things happen bingo?

I’m back to writing these, and I’m still making them short (1K) to try and make writing in general less intimidating! This is also for the @badthingshappenbingo with this prompt taken from here. Also cross-posted to Ao3 here. (Btw for the bingo card: ones I still need to do are hand stomp, survivor’s guilt, and lotus-eater machine. I’m gonna try and get to them soon!!! Sorry!!!)

Warnings: Violence and instability. It’s despairverse after all! There’s only some sexual content towards the end but it’s mild.

When Owari turned to him with a drooling grin and striking bloodlust in his glare, he knew he was faced with a bout of bad luck. He wasn’t going to die, of course, but to say he hadn’t been a little afraid when she tackled him to the ground... Well, it had been difficult to think when her hands wrapped around his throat and squeezed. Constricted, like a snake around its prey. He even flailed and struggled, vision burning and blurring as Owari laughed and laughed and laughed.

He remembers what it had been like in the wreckage of the plane. How it had hurt even to breathe, how he felt his skin aflame even though he hadn’t been charred like several less fortunate victims. How he had still been sobbing when pulled into the paramedics.

Kamukura Izuru separated them, flinging Owari back as if she were nothing. And he couldn’t help but sob as Kamukura gathered him into that strong embrace and carried him away. It hadn’t been with euphoria that he cried. He really, really had been afraid, and between gasping for breaths with broken whimpers and whines, he begged for his parents to help him.

He had passed out soon after.

--

“The bruises are severe,” Kamukura drones, rubbing at his throat with ointment. Despite the gentleness of his caretaking, his expression remains ever cold and inhuman. “You cannot speak. There is no point in denying it.”

“I,” Komaeda croaked. He winced, curling in on himself. He settled for shaking his head.

“You tried to scream and that further strained your vocal chords,” Kamukura explained drearily. “However, your Ultimate Luck remains. You will recover in ten days with treatment.” His head tilts, but his face doesn’t change. “Fortunate, but predictable. How boring.”

“Sorry,” he mouthed meekly. His cheeks felt warm. A warmth completely unlike the scorching agony of before. He manages a smile, clapping his hands in delight. An expression of adoration and gratitude. One that Kamukura regards coldly.

He’s disappointed. Owari-san must be disappointed as well. Aah, she would still consider getting me to shut up a victory. The former Class 77-B will celebrate tonight. How distasteful. Kamukura-kun, however...

He runs his hand along the thickness of Kamukura’s bicep. He takes in a shuddering breath, gazing up at the other with a watery gaze. Kamukura stares back. Still cold.

“Please take good care of me,” Komaeda whispers hoarsely, ducking his head submissively.

“Avoid speaking for now,” is Kamukura’s response. If Komaeda didn’t know any better, he might mistake that dull tone for snappish. “Do not further strain yourself.”

There’s nothing to do but nod helplessly. What else was there to expect?

--

Not much time passes, however, before the silence gets to him. It’s not Kamukura’s fault, of course. Kamukura Izuru was the kind of person who only vocalized when necessary, which was obviously understandable. He wasn’t wasteful, least of all with words. Not like others. Especially not like Komaeda himself.

Komaeda, who hates loud places, but can’t exactly say he finds silence relaxing. He keeps itching to wrap his own fingers around his throat. To crush what Owari couldn’t finish due to Kamukura Izuru’s interference. He still can’t speak, not really. Rather than voice, the words come out in nothing more than hideous rasps.

He only attempts when Kamukura Izuru is not in vicinity, but he’s not so foolish as to think Kamukura doesn’t know about this. Kamukura knew everything, even if he didn’t do much of anything.

He still saved me. Because we both share Ultimate Luck.

He listens now to Kamukura preparing a meal in the kitchen. He wonders where the ingredients came from? Grown? Stolen? Given by Hanamura? The last one makes his nose wrinkle in disgust, especially when he thought about the licentious remarks the so-called chef was prone to.

Even if it’s Hanamura-kun’s character, to look at Kamukura-kun like that...

He halts his thoughts when Kamukura brings him his food. He gets flustered and has half a mind to blame Hanamura for it—except he knows it’s his own wickedness that’s the problem.

You mustn’t look at him like that. It’s more than just indecent.

He does offer a gracious smile all the same, eyes watering up preemptively as he took in the meal. It was just daikon, shredded into a lukewarm soup. Something simple and easy on the throat. Such consideration—as expected of an Ultimate Caretaker.

Although why Kamukura-kun cares is anyone’s guess.

Kamukura watches him as he eats. Watches him as he snuffles from the wonderous taste and blows his nose. Watches as he idly rubs his throat and sips more of the soup. Ever the intense and powerful, with a gaze that any man could lose himself in.

Komaeda throws the bowl at him, and Kamukura is gone in an instant. He tries to scream, but what comes out is like static.

Kamukura is holding him down. His stare is the same as before, and then it blurs all together.

Aha. I’m crying.

He chokes on a sob, twisting so that he could turn away from Kamukura’s cold stare. Pitiful gasps clawed their way out of his throat.

“K... K... Ka...mu...” His voice is gone. What remained was wretched static. “H... Hic...”

“I suppose,” Kamukura murmured, so softly that Komaeda thought he imagined it at first. “I should have expected this outcome.”

“S... S... So...rr...”

“Your apology is accepted.” Kamukura gets off him, but he remains laying there. “An emotional outburst was not surprising.”

Was it boring, then? He covers his face with his arms. He’s aware that he’s still trembling. Kamukura’s still staring. I wish I could scream.

“I see,” Kamukura droned. “So even you get frustrated like this.”

Even me? What are you even saying?

“I am saying that you are human, despite what is often claimed.”

With his limited understanding, Komaeda Nagito couldn’t begin to comprehend the words. His mouth shuts, his eyes darting all over. He flinches when Kamukura leans down and kisses his neck.

“It will hinder your recovery,” he murmurs, and his hand has already begun creeping up under Komaeda’s shirt. “But you need not let you lack of a voice keep you from expressing yourself, Komaeda Nagito.”

I made a mess of things.

He can’t help but snicker, hysterical. Kamukura peppers his heaving throat with more soft pecks.

I’ve made a huge mess.

[protecticarus]

PROMPT: In 1x08, Amanda tells Todd: "Dirk says you hate him now", how did that conversation go? Love your stories, btw! I think you capture the characters really well

yes! I love amanda & dirk interactions!amanda is dirk’s biggest fangirl, fight me. I’m also happy to try my hand at the blood-loss!dirk…

& thank you so much for the kind words! my biggest concern is to get the characters right, so that means a lot! xx

this is a shorter one!

also note: this is a bit harsher towards todd than I’ve written before, but this is almost immediately after amanda learned about his lie, so it’s a fresh wound & she was very harsh towards todd right afterwards.

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While The Rowdy 3 were busy high-fiving each other over and over, Amanda took a moment to look around. She was still buzzing with the adrenaline of the whole debacle. They just totally kicked ass! Amanda hadn’t felt this powerful and free in ages. She loved the feeling.When two gurneys being carried out of the house caught her eye, her feeling of relief was replaced by worry. Someone had gotten hurt. Well, lots of people had gotten hurt, but these people were carried out of the house. Followed by that detective, who was motioning with his arms while explaining something to the paramedics.Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. Her thoughts immediately went to Todd.Amanda hurried towards the ambulance where the paramedics were already loading the gurneys on.“Hey! Excuse me!” Amanda yelled.As she reached the ambulance, the detective stepped aside to make a call.“We have to go, get these guys to the hospital.” The paramedic replied. “Are you hurt?” He asked.“No, I’m a-okay.” Amanda replied absently as she looked over the gurneys. Surely enough, the two gurneys were occupied by her brother and Dirk Gently.“Are- are they okay?” She asked, her voice coming out weaker than she would’ve liked.The paramedic looked at her questioningly. “You know them?” He asked.Amanda swallowed and pointed at Todd. “He’s my brother.”The paramedic nodded sympathetically. “He got electrocuted pretty bad, but from the looks of it he’s going to be fine. He’s just out of it for the moment. Should be up and at it in no time.” He said.Amanda let out a breath of relief. She found herself once again getting angry at Todd now that she knew he was going to be okay.“And him?” She asked and pointed at Dirk.“He got shot with a harpoon.” The paramedic replied.“Twice.” Came a pained voice from the gurney.“Dirk?” Amanda asked and stepped into the back of the ambulance to get closer to the gurney.Once she came into his view, Dirk tried his best to give Amanda a reassuring smile. “Hello, Amanda.”“Oh my God, Dirk.” Amanda said as she saw his bloody shirt. “What the hell happened?”“Harpoon. Two arrows. In one shoulder! Lots of blood outside of body.” Dirk mumbled.Amanda cringed. “Jesus.” She breathed.“No. No help from him whatsoever.” Dirk groaned.“Well, that’s a pretty punk story you get to tell your friends later on, huh?” She tried to make the situation a tad lighter. Then her eyes widened and she turned to the paramedic. “He is gonna be fine, right?”“He’s lost a lot of blood, which is never good, but he’s made it this far, so he should pull through.” The paramedic replied.“No.” Dirk said.“What?” Amanda turned back to Dirk. “Dirk, I’m sure you’re gonna be fine.” She assured.“No. No friends.” Dirk replied.“What?” Amanda repeated.“Can’t tell punk story. No friends. No friends for Dirk.” Dirk mumbled.“What do you mean? Todd’s your friend, right?” Amanda said.“No. Todd hates Dirk. Dirk messed up. Dirk talks about himself in third person.” Dirk said and frowned at the end of his sentence.“Why? What happened?” Amanda asked, her eyebrows raising in question.“Dirk met Todd and Dirk. Lied. Not really. Todd says so. Todd hates Dirk. Hate hate hate.” Dirk mumbled.Amanda’s expression turned to sadness. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it looked like Todd turned his back on Dirk, which is what it felt like he’d done to her as well.“It’s gonna be okay, Dirk.” She said and placed her hand on Dirk’s arm, which made Dirk groan out in pain. “Shit, sorry, man.” She said.“No bad. Fine good.” Dirk replied.Amanda smiled. “Right.”“We really gotta get him to the hospital.” The paramedic interrupted the moment.Amanda nodded. “Right. Yeah. You do that.” She said and then turned to Dirk again. “Feel better Dirk. And hey… If Todd’s really stupid enough to dump you, I’ll still be your friend. Okay?” She said.Dirk smiled. “‘Manda’s nice. Nice, scary girl.” He replied. “All blood out.” He added and sighed.Amanda stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I know. Hang in there Dirk.” She said and stepped out of the ambulance.“Bye bye Brotzmans.” Dirk mumbled after her.Amanda couldn’t help but feel like the plural of her last name wasn’t because of the blood-loss.“See you around, Gently.” She replied, hoping that the confused detective got her meaning, that this wasn’t the last time she planned on seeing him.While she turned away, she could hear Todd coming to in the ambulance. She sighed. He would no doubt resist going to the hospital, meaning she would have to deal with him.As she walked back to the Rowdies, she made a mental note to have a talk with her brother, just so that she could giver her a piece of her mind when it came to Dirk Gently. Her brother might be an asshole, but Dirk Gently seemed fond of him and Amanda liked Dirk. Dirk deserved better. So she was damn well going to make sure her brother didn’t crush Dirk’s heart like he’d done hers.Well, to do that, and to make a dramatic exit.

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if you have any fic ideas, send me prompts! I’d be happy to write them. my inbox is always open. xx