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bunnyhugs77 · 3 months

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𓆩♡𓆪Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 8.2k

𓆩♡𓆪Content Warning: hospital romance, mentions of birth, blizzard, car accidents, smthn abt soulamtes, ft Jin, medical emergencies, making out, jk is a free spirit, tattoos, rehabilitation, they're so cute, cafeteria dates, meet cute, weddings, sexual themes, comas, newborn baby, angsttt :(

The double doors to the emergency room burst open with a team of paramedics meeting a team of nurses over the limp body that was being rushed in on a gurney.

"26-year-old male. One of many from the four-car pile-up on Highway 400. Blunt head trauma —shattered ribs, compound fractures in both legs. He's unconscious, showing premature signs of decline. We need to get him stabilized immediately."

"Prepare the operation room." One of the nurses orders and the chaos moves around the corner with the gurney.

A team of trauma surgeons and nurses worked frantically to stabilize him. He was quickly assessed for injuries, and diagnostic tests revealed the extent of the damage he had sustained

The man suffered from internal injuries, including a punctured lung and severe abdominal trauma. There was a point when doctors were sure he wouldn't make it but they were wrong.

After undergoing several surgeries in the first few days following the accident, including procedures to repair his fractured bones, remove damaged tissue, and stabilize his internal injuries he was beginning to show small signs of improvement.

However, it was only the beginning of a very long and hard journey for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 2 months later

"Where is she?" You stand up at the sight of your brother-in-law, Jin rushing into the waiting room of the labour and delivery wing. Face flushed and hair a bit frazzled. He'd obviously run here from the parking lot.

"Down the hall to your left. They're just running some tests and checking the baby." He pauses in his steps, letting it all sink in. Placing a hand on his chest as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Taking the chance to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, breathe." You encourage, taking tips from the Lamaze classes your sister had made the three of you take in preparation for this baby.

He smiles before making his way to his wife and out of sight.

Meanwhile, you stayed put in the waiting room as your sister made it very clear she did not want you in the room any time her vagina was out and you weren't going to argue.

Seeing that the doctors needed to check up on the baby once the two of you arrived no less than 15 minutes ago, you had already excused yourself to the hall.

Once you saw the familiar nurse you remember being assigned to your sister walk past you, you deemed it was safe enough to return to her room. Knocking first with your hand over your eyes.

There was soft laughter, "It's been put away, you can open your eyes." Eunji says, allowing you to lower your palm from your gaze to see Seokjin sitting on a chair nestled near Eunji's bedside.

"Wow, they've got you hooked up like a TV." You snort, pointing to the IV drip, pulse oximeter, and various other tubes taped to her arm.

Shaking her head at your typical Y/n-Antics but refusing to acknowledge your joke any further. "What did the nurse say?" Jin asks, almost anxiously, taking her hand in his.

"The baby is fine, she's healthy, but I'm a long way from giving birth. Apparently-" Eunji pauses, her eyes squeezing shut just as they did back at your place when the two of you discovered she'd been having contractions.

Taking deep breaths she opens her eyes and resumes speaking as if it never happened, "Apparently I'm only one centimeter dilated. I'm already tired of this place." She pouts sadly while Jin gently moves a stray hair from out of her face.

You sighed internally, hoping that one day you'd find that.

"I'm just glad you guys made it here safely. The roads are getting worse with that blizzard coming in tonight." Jin shares which prompts you to check your phone while the couple talks about what a normal couple would discuss at a time like this.

Jin was right. There in fact was a blizzard heading your way and it was nasty. Up to six feet of snow in some regions and harsh winds. It was practically impossible to see the road through all the flurries on your way here.

It was unsafe for anyone to be driving at a time like this hence why Eunji had already begged your parents to stay home until the roads were safe. No matter how much she knew your parents wanted to be present for the birth of their first grandchild it was just too dangerous.

This winter was packed with a punch this year. You can't forget the first major storm of the season about two months ago that blindsided everyone.

The severity of the storm dawns on you as you remember driving past a nasty collision on the highway on your way home from work.

You could only hope that this would be the end of the strenuous icy season and that spring would be just around the corner. You were looking forward to the blossoming season of spring but not as much as you were looking forward to holding your niece in your arms in just a few short hours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Clearly, you and your niece weren't on the same page.

It's been 4 hours and the hospital was on lockdown, any visitors in the building were forbidden from leaving due to the severity of the storm outside. Honestly, some part of you believed you would have been able to hold your niece and go home all in the last three hours, but oh how you were wrong.

"What do you mean you're only 3 centimetres along?" You say, exhausted from waiting. "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, are you tired? How inconsiderate of me!" She exclaims, clearly annoyed with you.

You dropped your shoulders, you deserved that. Eunji had been battling her contractions restlessly for hours on end, you couldn't imagine how she felt.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" She shakes her head while Jin returns with a full cup of ice for her to chew on. Your stomach rumbles, and not quietly.

"You should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'll stay with Eunji." Jin offers and you nod, deciding it was time for a break anyway.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you stood in the café line, unsure what to get before deciding to get a typical iced coffee and a turkey sandwich.

Once it came time to find a spot, your eyes were scanning every nook and cranny of the filled cafeteria due to the overwhelming number of people trapped in this building just as you were.

Finally, you found one available spot, at an occupied table. "Is anyone sitting here?" You ask the man who was enjoying his own coffee. "It's all yours," He smiles and you reciprocate it as you take a seat.

Paying him no mind as you bite into your meal and pull out the book you've been reading over the last few weeks.

"The String of Fate," The man across from you mumbles as he reads the title of your book causing your eyes to flicker to his. "What's it about?" You close the book almost too eagerly.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He blinks at you.

"Y'know, like two people that are destined to be together no matter the time or place." His brow arches. "Not a chance." You frown, "Well, basically this book explains the concept of soulmates and how they're connected by this invisible string between them that will always guide them back to each other. No matter the time or place."

He sighs heavily, head now resting on his hand. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and assume that you believe in soulmates?"

"What's there not to believe? It makes total sense-" You ask, about to take your first bite of your sandwich. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you," He says quickly, and you close your mouth, placing the sandwich back down.

"Why not?" He simply stares at you, "Trust me. I've been here long enough to know." You nod slowly, "You must visit a lot."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he finishes the last of his coffee, "Something like that." He mumbles.

Your stomach reminds you of the hunger you'd just permitted to exist longer all in the name of this handsome stranger you'd just met. "So what can I eat here?"

He grins and your stomach twists.

"Follow me." You pack up your stuff and stand. Unable to process your thoughts once the man moves away from the table in his wheelchair.

"Oh c'mon, don't give me that look." He sighs.

"What look?" You counter, genuinely confused.

"That look of 'oh my gosh, he's in a wheelchair. Now everything is different.'" He says in a slightly raised tone.

"First of all, I didn't think that at all. I was just shocked." He looked almost deflated until you spoke up, "So are we still getting jello or what?" He smiles, leading the way.

"Hey! Hey! Mister Lightning McQueen, do you mind slowing down a bit? Or at least tell me your name so I don't have to keep yelling mister." You pant, finally catching up to him at the end of the hall.

"Sorry." He flushes a light pink before a quick clearing of his throat, "I'm Jungkook." He stretches his hand and you shake it gently, "Y/n." You say, the two of you hold hands a little longer than necessary before a visitor attempts to get by and you pull your hand away first.

Fast forward to the two of you sitting on the chairs in god knows which wing of the hospital, the building was so damn big. Licking the spoons of your delicious cherry jello as you were both facing the window that looked out into the midnight sky.

"So what brings you here tonight?" He asks as he scoops around his cup for another spoonful. "My sister is giving birth. At least that's what I thought was supposed to happen but the baby doesn't want to come yet." He laughs, "That's amazing. Not the part about the baby holding your sister's womb hostage but- you know what I'm trying to say."

Unable to control your laughter at his bizarre wording, "Yeah, I get it." A silence falls between the two of you, sitting on your shoulders. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure- "It's okay, Y/n. You can ask." He speaks without even looking at you. Focused on getting his next spoon of jello.

"How did you end up here?" You ask and Jungkook begins the age-old story. He was coming home from work during that crazy storm 2 months ago. He said he didn't remember much from the actual accident, one second he's in his lane and the next there's an eighteen-wheeler sliding right into him and dragging two others in with him.

"I don't even remember being rushed in here, I just remember waking up 3 days later and the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive. Telling me I had basically injured every bone I had. Head trauma, shattered ribs, a punctured lung, fractured both my legs- and the list goes on."

Your jaw falls open. Hand raising to cover your mouth for two reasons.

"You really are lucky to be alive."

It seems that Jungkook disagrees, "Yet I don't feel all that lucky. I wake up to the same faces, getting poked at and pricked every hour. Going to rehab every other day, my body hurts constantly. I can't even count how many painkillers and antibiotics I take every morning." You frown.

"I'm grateful to be making progress of course, but sometimes It feels like the world is passing me by while I'm standing still-- or sitting, for that matter.." You'd never connected to anything more.

"I totally understand. Under different circumstances of course, but I think I get what you mean. Ever since I was 7 I'd had this perfect vision of how my life should be by the time I was 25. A nice house, with a loving husband and maybe a baby on the way with my six-figure paying job but here I am, 26, sitting in a waiting room, single, waiting for my sister to have a baby so that I can go home to my office job that sure as hell doesn't pay enough for a nice house."

Your story provokes a soft chuckle to come rumbling from Jungkook's chest and you swat at him. "And it's like, you want to take steps forward but it's almost like you can't because everything is out of your control. The most decisive factor of a good life is controlled by everyone but you. It sucks." Jungkook expands on your thoughts further and you'd never felt so seen before.

"I-" You begin but the PA system begins to blare someone's voice as they make an announcement.

"Code Yellow. Code Yellow." Jungkook's vision darts to his wristwatch. "Shit. It's been an hour already?" You weren't following, "What's going on?" Jungkook begins to roll back, tossing away his garbage in the bin while you stand and do the same.

"Code yellow is just their dramatic way of declaring a patient is missing. Although-" His eyes fly past you and to whoever was behind you, it was a furious nurse. "Jeon Jungkook." She says and he groans, "I know- I know."

Jungkook hardly got to speak before he was being pushed away back to wherever his room was. "I hope your sister has a safe delivery." You stand still in the middle of the hall as you watch Jungkook get whisked out of sight.

Unable to stop thinking about how disappointed he looked once that nurse appeared. Clearly, he didn't want to go back. You couldn't shake what he told you, about seeing the same people every day, following the same painful routine.

You wondered if he had any family that visited him.

Speaking of which, it was time for you to return to your own.

𓆩♡𓆪

7 hours later you were finally holding the most perfect baby girl in your arms. "She's beautiful, Eunji," you say tearfully, staring at the adorable infant who was just so tiny in your arms.

"I can't believe I'm holding your baby right now." You say to no one in particular while Seokjin stands behind you looking down at the baby, he looks like he's still in awe himself.

Carefully passing her back into your sister's tired arms. You had the honour of taking their first family photo. With Seokjin's eyes full of love and your sister displaying the happiest smile you'd ever seen.

"She's perfect." You hear him whisper with a kiss to Eunji's forehead and your heart just about melts at the heartwarming sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 7 days later

The moment that you left that hospital that morning you felt almost... sad? Like you had a happiness hangover. You were truly overjoyed, you finally got to meet your niece and you met Jungkook who left an unanticipated imprint on your brain.

You tapped your nails against the desk in your cubicle, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer screen.

Your break was in 20 minutes, you had an hour to do whatever and sure, you could spend it here continuing your work so that you could go home earlier...but the hospital is nearby...

No more than a 10-minute drive.. maybe you could drop by? Just for a little?

You didn't leave yourself much time to debate it as you were already marching out of the office the moment the clock hit 12. You'd decided to pick up some flowers from the gift shop on your way up.

Following the receptionist's instructions that she gave you to locate his room with a nervous click of your heels with each step. What if he didn't want to see you? Does he even remember you?

You saw him through the glass window briefly and adjusted yourself to an angle where he couldn't see you. He was just laying there. Staring up at the ceiling, but he sat up once a nurse walked in.

It seemed that she was doing some routine checkups before pricking him with a needle of some kind. You'd always been the type to squirm with needles yet he was unfazed, it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Once she left she passed you with a small smile. Slowly you walk to the door and his gaze slowly drags towards you. His eyes smile before his lips, and he sits up.

"Y/n!" He says with such a joyful tone, you would never expect the voice to belong to someone sitting in a hospital bed. "Hi," You say, unsure of what to do with the flowers.

"Don't tell me you're still waiting for your sister to give birth." He says with a little sarcasm and you laugh with a shake of your head. "No, little miss Seol-a came fashionably late."

"As in 'snow child'? That's a perfect name." You agree. Watching him as his gaze drops to your arms. "Oh- These are for you." Bringing the small bouquet of tiger lilies to him, he accepts it gratefully.

"Thank you-- Really, you didn't have to. You visiting me is more than enough of a gift, and they're Tiger Lilies, too. Fun fact, that's actually my birth flower." It was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head but you ignored it.

Maybe that was just a coincidence, but you didn't like that word. You preferred to use something much stronger, that starts with an 'F', and ends with an 'ate'.

"Pull up a chair, please. I don't want to be the only one sitting." He insists, gesturing to the chair near the wall and you bring it a bit closer.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief once you were off your feet, "God, I hate heels." You mutter, "I'm guessing you have to wear them for that magical job of yours," Your face turns sour, "Magic isn't the word I'd use to describe it,"

Just like that the two of you fell down a rabbit hole of conversation, exchanging work experiences and even phone numbers at one point.

"So tell me, Y/n. In a perfect world, if you could just drop everything, what would you do?" You pretended to give it thought as if you hadn't known for the last decade. "I'd want to open a hair salon... Is that crazy? I don't think I've ever actually said that out loud before."

"What's stopping you?" You laugh, a little too hard, thinking of the dozens of reasons why it wasn't practical and way too impulsive but the longer you looked at his neutral expression you began to reflect on the reasons.

And they all came back to the same root, "What if I fail?" He shrugs, "You can't fail unless you give up." You couldn't believe you were actually considering this. Shaking your head dramatically, clearing your brain.

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

Woah.

"Wanna see something cool?" His hand raises and gestures to his lower body, and you watch as the blankets begin to stretch over the small peak that began to form under the covers as he bends his left knee slightly.

"Jungkook! That's incredible." You gasped, eyes wide and you weren't sure what came over you, but before you knew it you'd taken him in your arms.

His body was still a bit weak but his arms responded almost immediately. Holding you still for the short duration of the hug before you pulled away.

"Are you okay- I'm sorry, did I hurt you-" A small panic consumes you as Jungkook's eyes tint a faint red and well with tears. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just been so long since someone's been so happy for me."

His words weighed down in your chest like a pile of bricks. "Does no one visit you?"

"All my friends and family came to visit right after the accident. Then it was just my best friends and my parents who came a few times a week. Soon people don't have time to visit someone who makes such little progress every day."

He continues to explain, "But I don't hold it against them. It's a time commitment. The real world is more demanding than I am and I just can't wait for the day I get to meet them out there."

Gently placing your hand on top of his, "You're gonna be out of here before you know it-" A familiar ringer goes off in your bag. You pull out your phone and stop the alarm. "Well, my break ends soon." You stand and you tell yourself that you're imagining the small frown peels over his lips.

Putting the chair back where you found it you walk to the door. "Bye Jungkook, it was good to see you again." With that, you walk away and Jungkook is left in despair. That was it? It's over?

You were just gonna walk into his room and bless him with the most revitalizing conversation he's ever had and you're leaving?

Before he gets the chance to deflate into his pillows your head pops back into the doorframe, "See you tomorrow." You wink and vanish once again. Knowing that you'd given him a little wave of sadness at first.

His shoulders shake with laughter, relieved.

𓆩♡𓆪

Staying true to your word, you in fact did go back to visit him the next day, except you went after your shift since 40 minutes simply wasn't enough time.

For the first few weeks of your daily visits, Jungkook was afraid that one day you would stop coming and he wouldn't see you again, but once three months had passed, there was no doubt in his mind he would walk out of this hospital without you by his side.

You'd even met his parents once, by accident of course. You were just leaving when they'd been walking in and of course, they had no idea who you were.

Telling them about how the two of you met was quite entertaining, Accidentally mentioning the part where Jungkook had been called a missing patient which earned him a soft pinch to his arm from his mother.

But you'll never forget the words his mother whispered in your ear as she hugged you. "Thank you for loving my son." Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered, trying to clarify things but she didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay, I know." She says with the most subtle of winks before walking off with her husband who shook your hand graciously.

Not every day was full of laughs and feasts that you'd bring him from the outside world, there were definitely down days. Days when the pain would call for a stronger dose of his medications which left him burnt out and groggy.

But there were also good days like today. You had the honour of helping Jungkook take some of his first steps for a few feet before being right behind him with the wheelchair.

You weren't able to stop your tears while Jungkook apologized to the physical therapist for your constant crying. You cried every time you saw him move on his own, but he thinks it's cute.

It's evident how much you care about him. By now your entire family knew about your blossomed friendship, and it seems he was all you could talk about. He could only hope that you knew how much he cared about you.

He would love to surprise you at work one day with lunch or take you to your favourite places. Alas, that was among the list of things he unfortunately couldn't control but promised to do once he got out.

He had a section of notes dedicated to you and all the places he would take you, it's what he always hid against his chest anytime you tried peaking.

"You won't believe what I just did!" Those are the first words that escape your mouth in the most dramatic of ways as you practically burst into his room.

He jolts, his book now falling forgotten from his fingers, you'd startled him and you apologized. You weren't usually here at noon. So he welcomes your explanation with a warm smile and curious eyes.

"So I went to work this morning, and they called us all in for a meeting. I was expecting another spontaneous workshop about professional behaviour or something. They drop this huge bomb on us that the company is downsizing so they're laying off a third of the company and basically cutting everyone's salary in half." It all comes out in a single breath, so you give yourself some time to breathe.

Jungkook wasn't following, "This sounds like... bad news? Am I missing something? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because I quit my job. I've been thinking about what you said for a while now, about following my heart, and I think I've always been waiting for some kind of sign or opportunity to just go for it, so today was the day." Now that you'd finally gotten the jitters out, you pulled up a chair.

"I know it's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just got off the phone with one of the property managers of those empty studios downtown and it was all so exciting and I don't even know where I'm going to get the money but I think I can-"

Jungkook finally silenced you with his lips.

He kissed you.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours. You could feel him smile as the kiss deepened. You moved out of your chair to the bed without breaking contact. Pulling away briefly for air but resuming as though you couldn't be apart for more than a second.

You weren't sure when you'd ended up on top of him with Jungkook on his back and your hips grinding down onto his softly, still a bit cautious.

"You have-" He kisses down your neck, peppering kisses between his words, "-No idea-" His lips kissing right below your ear, "-How long I've wanted to kiss you." His teeth gently nibble on the skin of your ear causing a whine to escape your lips.

Suddenly there was a fast beeping and it was only getting faster.

A nurse walks in and you just about throw yourself off of Jungkook and onto the ground. "What's going on in here? Your heart rate was way too fast, Mr. Jeon." He bites his lip nervously while you get yourself on your feet.

"Sorry, Nurse Lynn. I was just trying some new exercises and I guess I got a bit carried away." He says the last part with a lustful look in his eye when he glances towards you.

Once she left you let your hand cover your mouth in pure shock, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." Jungkook throws his head back onto the pillows with a heavy breath.

"Those nurses can't let me have shit in here. I can't even rub one out in the shower without them barging in." Your jaw drops, "It's happened more times than I'd like to speak about." The shame that seems to swallow him up makes you laugh even harder.

"How's the salon going?" He's the first to ask you once you walk out of the bathroom and your shoulders drop. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, "It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. My contractor is being a total pain in the ass, but at least it's starting to come together, look-"

You swipe through the photos of the empty studio that was now painted. "I can't wait to see it." He says, and you look away from the screen. Focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. "Me too." He steals a sweet kiss from you before resuming his swipe through your phone with a cheeky grin.

For the first time, you noticed how empty his left arm was compared to his right. His right arm was covered in tattoos that the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking about once, while his left arm was blank.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your left arm?" He places down your phone, making eye contact with you once again. "I wanna save it for something special, something meaningful, like the Batman symbol." His nerdy remark makes you snort.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hi Jungko-Oh." This was unusual.

Of all the times you'd visited Jungkook, there was probably only one other time where you'd caught him sleeping, although that was a late night. It was only sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

You didn't want to disturb him, so you left him a little sticky note for him to read when he wakes up. You didn't want him to think that you never came.

The following day the two of you were having a bit of a hard time getting Jungkook out of bed. "I thought you wanted to do some more walking?" You offer, standing with his walker but he laid back unmotivated.

"Not today, maybe another day. I'm just a bit tired." He mumbles and you nod, "Oh. Okay." But your heart wasn't settled, something was wrong.

The week continued with his slow responses and fatigue. "Are you okay?" He hums, his eyes shutting tight as he grunts softly. "Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, that's all. I'll be better by tomorrow." He reassures you, and you insist on getting him some water.

"Nurse Lynn." You call out for the Nurse as you cross paths as you return from refilling Jungkook's water bottle. She stops and begins to approach you. "Jungkook has been acting a bit off lately. He's been really tired and he says he has a headache and I just want to know if anything is going on."

You can see that she really begins to think about anything it could be. You follow her as she goes off to check his charts. Looking through the window, Jungkook had already fallen asleep.

"His numbers seem to be fine, but we'll keep a close eye on them tonight and run some tests in the morning." Leaving you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you still didn't feel any better.

You went home to your parents' house. You'd moved back home after impulsively quitting your job since there was no way you'd be able to afford your old apartment anymore. Besides, this arrangement made the most sense.

Now you were able to save your money and focus on your salon. The salon Jungkook had inspired you to open, god you couldn't stop thinking about him. Something felt off.

"Y/n?" Your dad snaps his fingers in front of you, finally catching your attention. "Sorry- What?"

"Your mom and I were wondering if you'd be joining us for dinner or if you already ate." You shake your head slowly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Is everything okay?'' Your stretches her neck from where she sat on the couch. "I don't know. Jungkook's been acting off lately and I just don't know if everything is okay." Anyone who heard you could hear the worry that wavered in your tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to be okay.

"Oh, honey." Your parents hugged you and for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

It was around 2 in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jungkook's mom.

He'd gone into a coma.

You didn't find yourself to be a religious person yet you found yourself praying to any god in the sky who was listening as you drove to the hospital that he would be okay.

Running through the halls, letting out careless apologies to those you nearly bumped into as you did so. "What happened?!" You say frantically, his mother was in no state to speak, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips quivered whenever she tried to speak.

Instead, his father took on the role to tell you, "The doctors said there were unforeseen complications from his accident. There was some inflammation in his brain that went undetected and was applying pressure to his brain stem which is why he was experiencing those headaches and fatigue. They've done all they can to reduce the swelling, but there's no guarantee he'll-"

His dad struggles to finish his sentence, choking up a bit himself at the possibility of Jungkook never waking up. "C-Can I see him?" You swallow back your tears and that sore feeling in your throat as you walk in slowly.

You didn't want to cry, but the moment you saw him hooked up to all those machines, the same ones he hated so much, the way his body lay so still, it broke you.

Your cries came out more as wails than anything else, you couldn't say anything but his name. You weren't just crying, you were begging, pleading with the gods to spare him.

"Y/n-" You hear his dad's voice behind you, catching you in his arms just as you fall to your knees. He could have never anticipated a reaction quite like this one. It seems he underestimated how much Jungkook meant to you.

Now he knows.

All his friends and family knew.

As they trickled in and out of Jungkook's hospital room over the following weeks they would see you sitting by his side, the same way you did all the days before.

His mom liked to say you were there more than Jungkook was. She knew he was lucky, he'd found something special with you. A kind of love that was rare to come across these days.

You spent every waking moment beside him until visiting hours were over, and would be back the next morning the moment they begin. Your parents told you to keep yourself busy with your salon and you tried, but how could you when everything inside reminded you of him?

Today was a quiet day, with no visitors or flowers for you to find space for as his room was filled. You focused on reading to him. You'd been told that hearing familiar voices can help to stimulate brain activity and you were willing to do anything.

"As Batman ran through the dark streets of Gotham-" You chuckled to yourself, unable to take the story seriously.

According to his parents, this was his favourite comic book growing up, and you'd been reading it to him for the last few days, and yet you still weren't interested in DC.

You rummaged through the bag of books you had on the side, your fingertips grasped the familiar cover that started it all. "The String of Fate" You mumble, a soft smile as the title takes you back to the night you met.

Back then he was nothing more than an opinionated patient on the loose, and now, he was everything.

You opened the book, going back to the page you'd bookmarked as a favourite. Deciding to read it out loud for the sake of Jungkook hearing your voice.

"In the garden of destiny, soulmates blossom, each petal a reflection of the other's beauty, each leaf a testament to their shared growth. Together, they tend to the soil of their dreams, nurturing them with the water of their love, as they chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever intertwined."

Your voice began to shake halfway through, and your tears landed on every other word. You closed the book, placing it back in the bag so that you could take Jungkook's hands in yours.

"Please," You whispered, "I love you."

It was no surprise to anyone. You had nothing but love for the man who changed your world for the better. He had no idea how much space he takes up in your head, your heart. It's his, it belongs to him.

"Can we come in?" There are soft knocks on the door and you're pleasantly surprised to see Jin and your sister, assuming the baby was with your parents.

"Thank you for coming," You hug them both, "If there's someone important enough that you went MIA during my labour, then I have to meet him." Eunji says jokingly and you smile sadly, "I just wish you got to meet under better circumstances."

The days turned to night then day once again, and the pattern continued endlessly for the following month. It just continued to repeat in this painful process of dwindling hope.

Nothing could have prepared you for the devastating conversation with the doctor this morning.

"Please understand, during this difficult time, we have carefully monitored Jungkook's minimal brain activity. Given the duration of his coma and after our intensive examination of his condition, if there were indications for a potential recovery leading to him waking up, we would have observed signs by now. I know this news is incredibly challenging to hear but-"

His mother wept.

"We're so sorry." The doctor says as if it was rehearsed, you couldn't imagine how many times he'd had to give such gut-wrenching news to other families.

You listened with a broken heart, unable to cry. You were all out of tears. You'd cried and cried your heart out all month, you couldn't bear the thought of it all being for such a tragic conclusion.

That was almost a week ago, you'd remained by Jungkook's side regardless. Never leaving, not moving.

"Y/n, Honey. You've been here all day, when's the last time you ate something, hm?" His mom gently tilted your chin upwards, you looked pale in colour and your eyes were dull with sorrow.

"I don't know, Tuesday maybe?"

It's Thursday night.

"Go." She orders, and you know that tone. She wasn't willing to negotiate this with you. She'd begun to care for you like a daughter of her own, and as much as she respected and adored your dedication to her son, it was just as important that you were healthy.

Still following Jungkook's advice, you avoided most of the shops in the cafeteria except for a select few that he deemed sanitary. Sitting at one of the tables by yourself, you poked at your food, not all that hungry but you took bites anyway.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle you ignored the buzzing from your phone. You're sure it's just the contractors giving you a hard time again. You were set to open in a few months from now and you'd never felt more grateful for your mom stepping in to help while you were.. away.

Your phone buzzes once more, you finally check the messages.

Ever since that night, every time Mrs. Jeon messaged you, it left you with a pit in your stomach, quite like the one in your stomach right now.

She was calling you back to Jungkook's room immediately.

Completely abandoning your half-eaten meal on the table as you rushed back up to the room you'd begun to know like the back of your hand.

There his parents were, teary-eyed as they sat outside his room, making calls and texting loved ones. Soon you saw a team of nurses walking out of his room with some medical technology that you're sure had very complicated names and--

Oh no.

Your brain was putting the pieces together. What was once a pit had evolved into a full-fledged sinkhole. Your hands were shaking as you walked into the room, eyes landing on his body, not expecting to meet his familiar brown orbs.

They blinked at you slowly. Just like the first time you'd visited, they smiled before his lips did. "There she is," His voice was weak, understandably but it still had that softness to it.

Your body was overwhelmed and unable to make any coherent sounds. You were standing still as a statue. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your lips from quivering but you couldn't stop it.

Your breathing became shallow and the sound of your heart drumming in your ears seemed much louder than it did a minute ago. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you.

"Is it-" Your voice airy and broken, not wanting this to be a dream. You so desperately needed this to be real. He nods slowly with a grin, "It's me." Just when you thought you had no more tears left, there were more spilling down your cheeks.

Finally picking up your feet and walking over to him with broken sobs, meeting him at the side of the bed. On your knees with his arms around you while you held him in yours. "I thought I lost you." You swat him with teary eyes and a small laugh.

"You can never lose me, Y/n, and I want to make sure of that." He says, and your head tilts instinctively. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me."

Eyes wide and your mouth nearly kissing the floor.

"You can't be serious," Oh how you hoped he was serious.

"You've been by my side every step of the way. When I walk through those hospital doors one last time, I want to be beside the woman I love. Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." Now he was the one getting misty eyes.

Your mouth struggled to keep up with the eager nodding of your head. "Yes." Holding his face in your hands and kissing him like you'd longed to do for weeks.

Finally.

"Wait- You don't have a ring," Jungkook leans slightly for the box of band-aids on the side table. "Jungkook, I don't need-'' Your efforts go in vain as he shushes you kindly, taping the band-aid around your ring finer.

"It's symbolic for now until I can get you the real thing."

Nothing could have prepared you for the busy year ahead of you. Between visiting Jungkook, opening a salon and planning a wedding things were beginning to get chaotic but it all seemed to fade in importance once Jungkook finally got to go home.

And you were right, he was home just in time for Thanksgiving, and he had a lot to be thankful for. He made that clear during his speech at your parents' annual Thanksgiving dinner.

The fact he was able to stand for it was reason enough. Although he wasn't able to walk far distances, he was improving every day, and it just warmed your heart.

Your speech wasn't nearly as tear-jerking as Jungkook's was, but you still had a lot to be grateful for. Just looking around the table from where you stood, smiling at your parents, your sister with Jin and Seol-a, Jungkook's parents, and Jungkook, of course.

Everything you ever wanted was right in front of you.

Keeping your speech short and sweet, "And I know she's grateful for that huge rock on her finger." Eunji whispers loudly causing the table to erupt in a fit of giggles, the tips of your ears turn red as you smile shyly.

From Thanksgiving to the opening day of your Salon. Staring up to look at your name written out in a cursive font across the top of the building you were in awe. "Pinch me," you mutter sarcastically, not expecting Jungkook to actually pinch you.

With a pout you rubbed the pink mark he left on your arm as the two of you walked into the moderately busy salon. Your mom had sent out flyers and emails about the opening day all season.

You wouldn't have been able to do it without her.

"I'm so proud of you," Jungkook whispers and you turn to face him with the look of a puppy. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything. This was all you, all you had to do was listen to your heart." Giving him one of those upside-down smiles you wrap your arms around him, talking into his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you."

Before you knew it, the wait was over.

Today is the day.

You could only stress about one day so much, you'd gone over every last detail down to the very inch and you were sure it was going to be perfect, after all, you'd had it all planned out in your head since you were 7 and Jungkook was more than happy oblige, 'as long as I get to marry you', he would say.

Your wedding was beautiful, it left your guests breathless the moment they entered the venue and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

Your wedding had its own special and heartfelt twist to it. Instead of Jungkook standing ready at the altar, he had the honour of picking a heartfelt song to walk down the aisle to with no arm crutches or wheelchair to support him. Nothing but his parents on either side holding one of his arms.

Some of the audience cheered while some let their tears fall quietly, knowing how far Jungkook had come to get to this point. Once he made it to the front, his best man, Jimin, handed him his arm crutches once again.

Soon the rest of the bridal party had made their way down the aisle, prompting the audience to stand. All heads turned to the grand double doors that soon opened as a romantic instrumental of "Look After You" began to play.

Jungkook could hardly see you from the distance he was standing but just knowing that you were walking towards him had him choking up already.

By the time he really could see you, he couldn't. His eyes are cloudy with tears until Jimin hands him his pocket square to wipe his eyes. Blinking the rest of his tears away, he smiles at you.

You looked beautiful.

Like God's most perfect creation sent down from heaven. There you were, smiling back at him with those angel eyes of yours. It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry but the last thing you wanted was to ruin your makeup.

However, you weren't so strong when it came time to listen to Jungkook's vows after just finishing yours.

"You once asked me if I believed in soulmates, and I remember saying it was a load of crap. I had no idea they were sitting right in front of me. Your unconditional and unchanging demonstration of love has completely changed me from the inside out. Through you, I breathe again, and for you, my heart beats. Today, I give you more than just my word. I give you mind, I give you my soul, my everything. I pray from this day forward we will chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever."

The last part he recites from the passage of your book you'd read to him while he was still unconscious. Your makeup is now a victim to the stream of hot, salty tears that flowed from your eyes, "You heard me." You say just loud enough for only him to hear you. He smiles. "I heard you."

With no more tears and the unravelling of a touching ceremony,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This was it. The moment Jungkook had been anticipating for months. Unclipping himself from the crutches around his arms, he hands them to Jimin.

He stretches out his arms dramatically, pretending to crack his neck.

Carefully taking your face in his hands, knowing how important it was to you that he didn't smudge anything, but your lipstick was going to need some reapplication after the way he pivoted and swooped you down for the most passionate of kisses.

The kind where your leg raises in the air while the photographer gets the money shot, capturing the bright smiles all around.

As if it was possible, the reception was even better than the ceremony. The toasts were both funny and touching. All eyes were on the happy couple who sat at their special table on the elevated platform for all to see.

Unable to hear what was being said but they could only assume it was something heartfelt based on the way your hands had clasped over your mouth.

Jungkook had just rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, showing you a new tattoo that you'd never seen. It was a delicate dark vine that wrapped around his forearm, with blossoming flowers, encircling the words 'Garden of Destiny', just like from your book.

"Are those-" You point to the types of flowers, "Tiger Lilies and Cosmos, your birth flower? Yeah." You pout, "Please don't cry, you'll be so upset if you ruin your makeup." He gently moves a loose strand of your hair from your face with the same hand you'd just been examining, and that's when it hits you.

"It's on your left arm." He grins,

"Of course it is."

𓆩♡𓆪This was only supposed to be 900 words. oops. 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 mentions and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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For the requests: Steve has a good relationship with his parents & when they come back from wherever & someone (Nancy/Robin) tells them about the UD & his parents react by calling out every single adult involved. Maybe he got badly hurt, & they were called in & upon finding out they call out Joyce, Hop, Owens & Murray for the way no adult inthese kids lives had any clue about what their kids were going through. Nor were their parents given notice esp bc having underaged kids sign NDAs is not legal nor legally binfing (Maybe all the parents of the party kids are there and get all the info just like the Harrington's)

MY DARLING! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! HONESTLY this one hit different. You know how much I love making Steve suffer and when he has good parents, a lot of his suffering disappears. But it was nice to branch out a bit. Also finally some common sense! KIDS SHOULD NEVER BE SIGNING AN NDA THEMS THE FACTS! Steve's parents are here to fight for everyone so WELCOME TO THE CHAOS OF STEVE'S OVERPROTECTIVE LAWYER PARENTS! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington had managed to avoid the hospital for years. Not because he shouldn’t have gone, but because he refused to go.

But this time, he was unconscious, which means he didn’t have a choice.

And now, staring at his parents’ shocked and appalled faces next to his bed, he realized he wished he’d just died, actually.

“This happens…often?” Anne Harrington asked Dr. Owens, who looked like he wished he was also dead.

“It does happen more often than we like. But it appears to be fixed now! Steven has been a wonderful asset to us, which is why we want to make sure he is comfortable and all his medical expenses are paid.”

He handled that well, Steve thought.

“And this is the first time anyone has bothered to call us?” Richard Harrington asked much too quietly.

That was his ‘I’m about to lose my shit’ voice and Steve didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“I do apologize, we had to deal with enough NDAs as it is,” Dr. Owens replied, not realizing that he was speaking to two lawyers who were about to ruin his life.

Steve let his head rest against the pillow of the hospital bed, sighing.

“At what age did Steve sign his first NDA?”

“I believe he was 16.”

“And did he have a lawyer present?” Anne didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “I can tell you he didn’t. We’re his lawyers and we were not even called. Are you the one in charge of this shitshow?”

It wasn’t often Anne Harrington said a curse word. Steve only ever heard it a handful of times, usually after hanging up with a client who would lose their case.

“I am one of the people who is tasked with this, yes. But if you don’t mind, I need to check in with a few people before I can truly devote time to this conversation.”

“Oh, please. Continue on with your day. Don’t mind us sitting next to our son in the hospital.”

Dr. Owens sighed, knowing this fight was barely even starting, and left the room.

Steve’s parents turned to him.

“How many concussions have you had?”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Will this happen again?”

The questions were too much, and Steve’s head was pounding. He couldn’t do this right now.

“Hopper.”

“Jim Hopper? I thought he died.”

Admittedly, his parents had been out of town for a while. They didn’t know Hopper was back as of a few months ago, and probably didn’t realize he’d taken over as chief again.

“He didn’t. He’s around here somewhere.”

“He knew about all this?”

“Mom, I love you, but my head is splitting down the middle. I need to stop talking.”

Anne slowly brushed her hand through his hair, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Of course, honey. We’ll be back soon. Do not sign anything without us here, okay?”

“Okay.”

His dad briefly touched his shoulder before they both left the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Until he was woken up by yelling.

Not just any yelling. Richard Harrington yelling.

If he wasn’t chained to the bed by an IV and blood transfusion bag, he would be up and in the hallway.

Apparently, he didn’t need to worry, though.

His mom came into the room, leaving the door open to the hallway so he could hear everything.

“I’m glad you’re awake, honey. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Who is he yelling at?”

“Every adult who didn’t bother to take care of you the way they should. Not just you, but all of these kids,” she said, tone more annoyed by the second.

“I don’t understand.”

“Honey, you’ve been protecting these kids in ways you never should have had to. All these adults who were involved never told any of us what was going on. They let you keep standing in the line of fire, getting hurt, seeing things you shouldn’t have to and never even bothered to call us. You signed NDAs with the government without parents or lawyers present. That alone is illegal, do you understand that?”

“So I’m in trouble?”

“Oh, honey, no. You’re not in trouble. Your dad’s having a few words with the chief and Dr. Owens.”

Steve tuned in to what was being said in the hall.

“I cannot fathom what you’ve done. Expecting these children to save this town, the world, and not even have their own parents know? Who are they supposed to turn to? You? And what have you done to help them? As far as I’m concerned, you should be arrested and imprisoned. If I have anything to say about it, you will!”

“Mom, can you please get him to stop? I know he’s upset, but Hop really protected us a lot, okay? And Dr. Owens was just doing his job.”

“A lot of people have just been doing their jobs instead of considering that maybe children shouldn’t be responsible for defeating actual monsters.”

Well. Yeah, she did have a point there.

“Where is everyone?”

Anne sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, running her thumb along the back of it.

“The Munson boy is in the room next door, he’ll be okay. Robin is home with her parents. Most of the kids are now with their parents, but that Sinclair boy is still being watched for concussion symptoms.”

Steve sighed with relief.

No one was lost. Everyone had pretty minor injuries. Maybe he was able to protect everyone.

“That Dustin boy is relentless,” Anne said with a smile. “He really looks up to you.”

“Yeah, he’s like a brother to me.”

“His mom didn’t know about any of this either, did she?”

Steve thought about it.

Honestly, she probably had some idea. Maybe not of the real details, but she had to know Dustin was involved in something he couldn’t talk about. Same with most of the parents.

But Steve’s parents were gone a lot. Their main office was in Boston, and they would often have to travel around the country for their clients. He was used to not seeing them, only getting to talk to them on the phone once or twice a week.

It’s easy to hide shit over the phone, and when they did manage to make it home, the Upside Down monsters were safely tucked away underground.

They had no way of knowing anything was wrong. He did it on purpose, just like all of the kids did.

Even without signing the NDAs, he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t have told their parents.

“I think we just thought we were protecting you guys.”

“Honey, it’s not your job to protect us. It’s our job to protect you.”

She looked so sad.

Steve didn’t want her to be sad.

“Mom, you couldn’t have done anything. And we’re all safe.”

His dad walked in the room, face red. He closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face.

“Doctor said Steve can go when the nurse comes to disconnect him from everything soon,” he said, coming to sit in the chair by his bed.

“That’s good news. We’ll get you home and settled. We canceled our flight out so we can stick around for a while and make sure you’re okay,” Anne said with a smile.

“You guys don’t have to cancel your trip. Your clients need you.”

“Not as much as you need us, son,” Richard said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ve handled it before, though.”

“And you shouldn’t have. Trust me, this town, the government, they’ve got a shit storm coming and I’m leading it,” his dad huffed.

A knock interrupted Steve’s response, the door opening slightly before they answered.

Eddie.

“Steve? You okay?”

Steve’s parents looked at the door, then back at Steve, who was doing his best to hide the fond smile on his face.

It wasn’t working though, not when he saw the way Eddie was trying to take inventory of his injuries from across the room.

“You can come in, Eds.”

“Who’s this, honey?” Anne asked.

“This is Eddie.”

“Oh! You poor thing. I heard all about what you’ve been through. Let me just say, if we had caught wind of it earlier and knew you were Steve’s friend, we would’ve been representing you in court,” Anne rushed to say, her hands fluttering over Eddie’s when he got next to the bed.

Eddie’s wide eyes would have been amusing if Steve didn’t worry that he might run for the hills at the care his parents showed.

“Uh. Thank you?”

“Do you need anything right now? Do your parents need anything?” Richard asked, sitting forward in his chair, business face on.

“Um, just me and my uncle, but no. I’m heading home, but wanted to check on Steve before I go.”

“Of course! You guys are close friends?”

It was an innocent question. His parents just liked to know who was in his life, that’s all. But Eddie looked at him with panic written all over his face.

Steve gave him a small smile, then turned to his parents.

“Actually, he’s my boyfriend.”

They were quiet for a moment, which Steve expected. No matter how well he thought they’d take it, he knew it would be a shock.

But his parents didn’t let him down.

“How long have you been together, Steve?”

“Since March. Four months?” He watched as Eddie started to back away, probably expecting the worst.

Anne smacked Steve’s arm, forgetting for a moment that he was in the hospital for a reason.

“Sorry,” she said before crossing her arms. “You’ve had a boyfriend for four months and didn’t tell us? We could have come back and arranged dinner to meet him. I’m so sorry our son is rude, Eddie. He wasn’t raised that way, I assure you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Um. What’s happening right now?”

“We’ll be home for a while to make sure Steve is alright. We’d love to have you over for dinner soon. With your uncle if you’d like,” Richard added as Eddie just stared between them.

“What do you like? I just got a new cookbook that has so many European dishes I want to try. Are you a fan of Polish food? You know what, no, what about Greek? We haven’t had good Greek food in so long.”

Steve was laughing, he couldn’t help it.

“Steve, what the hell is going on here?”

“Eddie, that’s my mom, Anne, and my dad, Richard. They’re kind of the best, and apparently they want you and Wayne to come for dinner. Think you can find time in your schedule?”

“Uh.”

“Oh dear. Do you have a concussion? They should monitor you kids better,” Anne worried, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and look in his eyes. “Should I get a nurse?”

“No, mom, he’s okay. He just expected you two to freak out.”

“About what?”

“The fact he’s a man.”

“Oh! I do suppose that’s a reasonable concern.”

“Eddie, let me ask you this: do you make Steve happy?” Richard asked.

“I think so.”

“And he makes you happy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then it sounds like we have no reason to be upset. Now, dinner? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Okay.”

Steve laughed loudly.

“Eds, come here,” Steve gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie moved next to the bed, his arm bandaged, and a new cut with stitches in it on his forehead.

“Closer.”

Eddie leaned in.

Steve leaned up and kissed his lips. Just a quick peck, just enough to get the point across that this was really okay and really happening.

“Tomorrow at 6?” Steve asked before he pulled away completely.

Eddie nodded.

“And please bring your uncle, we need to discuss our plan for a lawsuit on behalf of all of you,” Richard spoke up from his chair.

“Oh. Yes, sir.” Eddie pulled away from the bed, nervously playing with his rings.

“Richard is fine, son.”

Eddie was blushing, which Steve was absolutely going to make fun of him for later.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Eddie asked awkwardly.

“Love you, Eds.”

“Oh. Uh. Yep. Love you too, Stevie.”

He raced out of the room, leaving Steve and Anne laughing quietly.

“Poor boy. Didn’t know what to do, did he?”

“No, I think he isn’t used to a positive reaction when people find out about him.”

“His uncle knows about you two, though, right?”

“Yeah, Wayne’s been great.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to find a nurse so we can go home. You should be comfortable in your own bed.”

“And I am going to make a quick call to my buddy in Chicago to see if he can pull some information on this Owens guy. We have a lot of work to do.”

Steve was used to this. For some kids, maybe this wasn’t good parenting. Maybe his parents being gone for a lot of his life had a negative impact.

But Steve never doubted how much they loved him. They still came home for every birthday, every Christmas. They still managed to take a family vacation every year. They gave him everything he needed and most of what he wanted. They supported him through everything, the proof right here in front of him now.

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strangerquinns · 6 months

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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 23

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 2.4k+

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“Will you fuckin’ sit down, dude!” Gareth shouted toward you, reaching across to grab onto your arm, keeping you from getting up from your hospital bed.

It has been a few days since you woke up after the encounter and attack while out for a sweep. The shock over the fact that you’d come face to face again with Wendy rocked you. There were moments that you felt it was all a hallucination and it was a girl that resembled Wendy. But you knew Wendy. She was like a sister to you, your best friend, and you knew it was her. The fearful look in her eyes flashed back in your mind whenever you lay there alone at night.

But now you were done with sitting and waiting in the hospital wing. Your body was still tired, and your ribs still hurt any time you moved too quickly, but you were sick of it at the end of the day. There was also something happening that Eddie wasn’t telling you about. You knew it after you woke up again and saw that he wasn’t beside you like he’d promised. And whenever you brought up the topic of the radical group or any progress, he clammed up and became quiet.

Until Gareth slipped up.

“Gareth let me go right now,” You spoke, with a hardened tone to your voice as you glared back at him.

“No. You need to get back into this bed, you’re still recovering, you can’t just run out of here.”

“Did you honestly think I was going to sit here after you just told me Hopper’s plan? No!” You yanked your arm back, causing Gareth’s grip to slip, reaching down, and grabbing the IV out of your arm.

You quickly ignored the trickle of blood that moved down your arm, letting out a hiss as you felt the pain shoot up your arm.

Gareth cursed as he watched you, reaching up and grabbing at his dark curls, “Dude! Are you fucking kidding me right now!”

You moved around Gareth and walked around him, holding tightly to the hospital gown that you were wearing. It was faded, thing and a little too small. But that wasn’t something that was a worry of yours at the moment. Instead, you pushed past Gareth and walked out of the wing with a trail of blood drops falling behind you.

You ignored the looks and whispers as you passed people through the halls, the hardened and angry look on your face made it so no one stopped you as you pushed past them. With the bruises and cuts on your face and the fresh blood dripping down your forearm – you were sure you were a sight.

It wasn’t long till you were on the same floor of your room that you shared with Robin. Though you spent most of your nights sleeping out in Eddie’s trailer, all of the little you had was still within the dorm room. The door was left unlocked as you pushed to open it but quickly noticed Robin sitting on the edge of her bed. Her head snapped up at the sound of the door, her short brown hair pinned back from her face, giving a better view of her blue eyes and freckled face.

“Jesus fuck!” Robin snapped as she rushed to stand from her seat, moving toward you and grabbing at your arm, putting pressure down on your still bleeding wound. “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to still be in the hospital.”

“I was tired of being there,” You spoke, “Also, Gareth told me that Hopper is pushing the attack up?”

Robin’s eyes met yours for a second, before darting away, as she moved toward the desk that sat along the wall at the end of her bed. She rushed to look for some supplies before grabbing some gauze and bandage wrap. The fact that Robin was keeping her eyes down and wasn’t saying a word was giving you a clear answer. She grabbed onto your arm, working quickly to clean it, before wrapping your arm up.

“I’m guessing Eddie didn’t tell you,” She spoke once your arm was wrapped.

“Eddie not telling me things seems to be an ongoing trend,” You scoffed, before stepping around her to grab a spare of clean clothes.

You nearly ripped off the scratchy, paper-thin hospital gown from your body before changing into your own clothes. You sighed softly at the warmth you felt as you pulled on an old sweatshirt you had. It also covered up the ugly bruises, a new one forming from ripping out your IV.

“Hopper held a Town Hall a few days ago and spoke of moving up the attack after your crew was ambushed. Eddie told him about how you recognized someone from the attackers. That made Hopper even more worried, so we’re going sooner rather than later. He doesn’t want that information to be used against us.”

“What information?” You asked turning toward her, a confused look coming across your face.

“That your friend now knows that you’re here…with us,” Robin spoke,

“I don’t understand, I thought this entire time that she was dead. I-I…I walked past her tent; it was on fire…I assumed…” You sighed heavily and ran a hand over your face.

“Well, we only have a few more days till we head out toward the old mall. A small number of people are already keeping watching.” Robin sighed heavily with a shake in her voice. “Honestly, I’m scared shitless.”

“More reason for me to not be in a hospital bed,” You searched through your bag and grabbed a pair of your old, worn-down boots. “Where is Hopper now?”

“Most likely downstairs. The cafeteria has sort of turned into a headquarters, it won’t be hard to find him I’m sure.” Robin spoke, “You’re not honestly thinking of coming with us are you?”

“Of course, I am,” You answered, not even looking up as you put on your other boot.

“You are still in recovery, and guessing that you came running in here with blood running down your arm, I’m guessing you weren’t cleared?”

“I’m not sitting by while the rest of you go out and fight. Not when I can be of use,”

“You’re not of use with broken ribs!” Robin shouted slightly, talking animatedly with her hands, the rush of her words indicating she was getting worked up. “You were out for a week, that isn’t something that should be taken lightly.”

“I can do this.” You spoke with conviction, standing and moving toward your friend.

Your best friend really if you were to be honest with yourself. Robin became a very important person to you along with many others in this Camp. The connection to them was stronger than at any other time in the past. These were people you’d known your whole life or have grown to care for. This was a family you weren’t going to give up easily. So that meant, you were joining the fight, not sitting on the sidelines, and waiting.

“I can do this, Robin. I can.” You spoke, softening slightly as you looked at her. “You all mean the world to me; I can’t sit back and wait for you all to come home. I’m another person who could be there to help. Also, these fuckers took from me, and I am going to make sure that they never come back from this.”

Robin stared into your eyes and searched your face for something. But she sighed heavily and sagged slightly. She knew there was no changing your mind.

“Eddie isn’t going to go for this, you do know that right?”

“Eddie isn’t the boss of me.” You shrugged with a teasing smile, “But he knows that nothing is going to stop me or change my mind.”

“He’s going to freak the fuck out,” Robin chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and remove this heavy weight that sat on her chest.

“Probably,” You agreed, before moving to wrap your arm around Robin, pulling her into a hug.

You ignored the ache in your ribs as the pressure of her body pressed against yours. Robin's arms wrapped around you as well as the two of you stood there.

“Come on, let’s go and join the boys.” You pulled back, lacing her fingers with yours, before heading out the door.

When the two of you stepped into the busy cafeteria you saw the change that Robin was talking about. The tables were pushed together into more of a linear setup. Maps, documents, notebooks, pens, empty coffee mugs, and beer bottles cover the tables with people moving about quickly throughout the large room. Your eyes scanned through the crowd of people, seeing both new and old faces of those who volunteered to defend the camp.

But a mass of dark cascading curls caught your attention. You pulled Robin in the direction of the table that Eddie and Steve were hunched over with a few others. The closer the two of you got, the more you could hear them talking amongst each other, words overlapping with the other. Argyle looked up when he noticed movement coming toward their table. Seeing you standing and coming toward them was the last thing he would’ve guessed.

“Holy fuck, dude,” Argyle spoke, his dark eyes widening as he took you in. The sweatshirt you wore nearly swallowed your frame.

The tattered jeans and large sweatshirt were worn, surely, to cover up the bruising. But it didn’t do much. Argyle couldn’t keep his eyes off your face, seeing the black eye. The bruising stretched down along your temple and cheeks. The bruising was a mix of purple and dark blue, with a yellow hue around the edges. It was brutal and it caused him to flinch back as you got closer.

But Argyle’s exclamation snapped everyone else at the table away from what was in front of them. The others looked up and wore the same look of shock across their features.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Steve asked, his dark brows drawn tightly together.

Eddie turned around quickly, before cursing and rushing toward you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help,” You spoke with a firm tone, seeing out of the corner of your eye as Robin took a few steps away from you.

“You’re supposed to still be in bed,” Eddie spoke, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper, anger quickly filling his doe eyes. “Resting…recovering,”

“I’m recovered,”

“Like fuckin’ hell you are!” Eddie yelled, before taking a few deep breaths and speaking again with a lower tone. “Like fuckin’ hell you are.”

“Gareth let your little secret slip, I knew something was going on whenever you came and saw me. You aren’t really good and hiding a secret, Eddie. You give it clear away that something is up.”

“It doesn’t matter that I didn’t tell you,” Eddie gently grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the cafeteria, away from the crowd.

The two of you walked down the hallway outside the cafeteria, the low rumble of voices disappearing the farther you two walked away. With each step, you started to feel more and more tired. This was the most you’d been on your feet in over a week, and you were starting to feel it. But you covered it up, ignoring the fatigue clearly taking over your body. Eddie stopped and turned to face you the moment the two of you reached the end of the hall.

“You need to go back to the medical wing,” Eddie spoke, “I’m not fuckin’ doing this with you.”

“I don’t remember asking you for permission at all.” You moved to cross your arms at your chest. “I already had this fight with Robin, and I’m not really in the mood to do it again.”

“You’re so goddamn stubborn,” Eddie sneered, his hand angrily moving through his hair, gripping tightly on the dark curls. “I’m already scared out of my goddamn mind about this.”

Slowly you watched as the anger slipped away from his face and instead replaced with fear. You stepped closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, bringing his eyes back to you.

“This is real now.” Eddie spoke as he leaned into your touch, “And Hopper wants to push forward with nearly half not prepared. I’m scared we’re not going to make it out of this.”

“Being scared is normal,” You spoke softly, “I’m scared. But I also am not going to sit this out either. We try our hardest to come back home.”

Eddie closed his eyes and leaned his side against the hall, reaching to grab your hand and hold it against his chest. You stepped closer to him to where you felt his warmth against you along with the familiar scent of coffee, cigarettes, and musk.

“I’m not sure Hopper is going to let you,” Eddie spoke. “But I have a feeling that’s not going to stop you either.”

You shook your head slowly. “I’ll take whatever strong-ass painkillers Gareth has down at the medical wing. Wrap my ribs tightly and stick by you – or within eyesight, I promise.”

Eddie reached for you, his hand moving beneath your sweatshirt, caressing the tight bandages around your ribs. You bit down on your lower lip to muffle the hiss as you felt a small twinge of pain.

“You’re not fully healed; I can see it. It’s clear all over your face that you tired and I saw the flinch from me touching your ribs.”

“Please, Eddie,” You pleaded, “Please.”

Eddie closed his eyes before pulling you closer, if possible, before pressing his lips against your forehead. The two of you stood there pressed against one another not speaking a word. The warmth of Eddie’s touch against your skin comforted you as the two of you stood there.

“We should get back,” Eddie whispered against your hair, “Steve and I are finishing up the points of attack. Hopper wants them by the end of the day.”

“I’ll come and help,”

The two of you pulled from one another, Eddie gently grabbing your hand, and leading you back toward the room.

“I love you,” You spoke, looking up at him.

Eddie turned to you, stopping outside the door, and smiling slightly down at you. “I love you too, now – let’s get rid of these fuckers.”

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front page baby!

A/N: Basically how your relationship gets exposed. Its midnight, I work in the morning but this thought was in my head cause ive been eating the exposed relationship troupe up since i was 15

Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa x famous musician!reader

CW: suggestive!

Suna: A picture of you two kissing was caught.

The two of you had been friends for years before dating. In fact, you’d been close with several known athletes and linked to a few of them over the years. That's why when hanging out with Suna no one really thought much of it. You’d stated that you were single on an Instagram live one time a year ago and never acknowledged your relationship status again. What the public didn’t know was what that status had changed shortly after.

So imagine the utter chaos when a picture of you and Suna in his car was suddenly plastered online. It had been one of your studio sessions and he had picked you up to go to an MSBY Game and see your friends. Before getting out he had leaned over the console to press his lips to yours. It was meant to be a short peck before the two of you turned on your usual ‘just friends’ facade for the public but it had been about three weeks since he’d gotten the chance to really see you, and he missed you. It quickly turned into a brief makeout session as you both melted into the kiss sighing in pure content. “I really really missed you” The photo had caught his hands cupping your face mid-makeout and there was no denying it. You two were more than friends. Unfortunately for the public neither of you ever verbally confirms the truth, and continue your lives as per usual. However, it wasn’t missed how he’d always sit closer to you than he had in the past

Sakusa: Fan posts/tweets

It had been at your birthday show of the tour. You were on tour and he had also been busy with games but had a 3-day break conveniently that weekend. He (and Atsumu who annoyingly tagged along) caught the first flight possible to the city you were performing at. While there he had stopped to get flowers and those tweets had circulated. Later that night there were tweets confirming the athletes presence at your show. But hey, maybe the two of you (or even you and Atsumu were a thing) were good friends. Or maybe they were just big fans. Blurry pics showed him bobbing his head while his companion sang along loudly (fueling the you and atsumu speculation). However it wasn’t until after the show that jaws dropped. You thought you’d been alone on the side of the venue for sure. Normally fans waited near the bus out back to catch a glimpse of you and the other members of your group leaving. But as you and Sakusa spent the night cuddled in a hotel catching up, that had been wrong. Tweets started with how neither of you had been seen. Then a few glimpses of the two of you hugged up on the buildings side started. Tweets saw you pull the athlete’s mask down for a kiss. They caught his presentation of the flowers and a small cupcake with a candle. They caught how his thumb seemed to trail your lips as you licked some of the whip cream off. And no one probably would have believed it until pictures and videos circulated of you on his back as you waved goodbye heading to to bus citing your shoes absolutely wrecked your feet.

Atsumu: Videos of you two at a party get leaked.

The party was the last place you thought your relationship would have been exposed. It was not only dark but jam-packed with others much more notorious than yourself. It was an exclusive invite-only event and you thought the two of you were safe. After all, that had by no means been the first party the two of you had been at together. However the next morning you were shocked to find yourself and the athlete trending on Twitter.

“Olympic Athlete Atsumu and Singer/Songwriter (Y/N) Touchy At Club”

The tweet from TMZ had been paired with a video of you and Atsumu dancing rather closely. The grainy video showed your backside pressed towards while one of his hands had been glued to your hips. The other held yours as the two of you danced to Miguel’s How Many Drinks.

That could have been passed off as a one-time drunken dance however the thread of videos continued. Another showed you two dancing face to face. Throughout the 30-second video, Atsumu had been caught whispering in your ear, drawing a laugh from you. With your hands around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss and his hands that had been on your waist slipped lower. Even from the distance his shining eyes and large smile could be spotted

The last video, which had been probably the most relationship confirming was the to of you sitting at a table alongside some friends and other known faces. His arm had been thrown around the side of the booth you were on as the table chatted. He had pressed a series of kisses along your hairline before a final one on your lips before bidding you and your friends goodbye as he left with his.

Before you could scroll through the endless tweets, an Instagram notification from Atsumu flashed across your phone. Clicking it you were tagged in a photo.. It had been him holding a copy of your newest EP and wearing some of your merch. In the background was a crooked poster of you he hung up solely for the picture The caption read “Stream my favorite artist”

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modelbus · 3 months

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hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!

anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?

it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷

Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;) ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Fighting Friends

You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.

Or, that’s what you two normally were.

It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.

So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.

And you hate it.

You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.

Right up until he wasn't.

It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.

You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…

It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.

The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.

“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.

“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”

“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”

Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.

“Want your usual?” She asks.

“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.

Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.

A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.

“I—“

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”

Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“

“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.

Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.

“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.

He ducks his head. “You always get it.”

The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.

“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”

You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.

“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”

“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”

“Bullshit, I started it!”

“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“

You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”

“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.

“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.

Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”

“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”

He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”

“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”

“Wha— well I— that—“

You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.

“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”

Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”

His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.

“…are you not going to—“

“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”

Oh boy.

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Fallen Silver: Ch 4

Summary: Sephiroth is MIA. Second Class Rhapsodos and Third Class Hewley are tasked with locating and finding him. The public does not know of this disappearance. No one was prepared for the truth.

No one knew SOLDIER hung on by a thread.

Chapter 4: Relief

Inspired by @altocat 's and @rottenpumpkin13 's posts.

Please enjoy.

The heart monitor beeped at the occasional fluctuation of vitals. Oxygen levels remained steady, blood pressure nearly constant, heartbeat a perfect pattern while the patient remained unconscious. Every attempt to waken the man scattered all regulation to complete chaos. For his own safety, Genesis was strapped down before any attempt at a test took place. Some tests purely examined the floating rods in the Crimson Soldier’s eyes. Others proved the lack of connection between actual vision and what he claimed to see. Even a pitch black room held the phantom he critically begged to escape from.

Twelve hours had passed. The fourth experimental cure was ready. Angeal was the only person allowed in the room as the doctors added the cure to the IV and weaned off the sleep medication. They left as the old friend stood in silence at the side of the bed.

All Angeal could do was wait, watching the slow progress.

The small movements of damaged hands, the soft scrunch of eyelids, the adjusting breath. Once beautiful mako blue eyes opened to the stain of dark rods slowly swimming in both scleras. “Angeal…?” The voice was hesitant, careful.

“Hey Genesis,” He couldn't help the small smile, the small hope, from entering his voice. It was the first time Genesis recognized anyone physically inside the room. “How are you feeling?”

The redhead glanced around the room, every exit, every window, every potential weapon fully taken note of. Then he noticed the restraints and looked up at Angeal desperately. The rods in his eyes jostled with the movement. “You need to run. Get out of here before he comes back.”

“No one's coming after you-”

“He’s going to kill me. You have to save yourself, Angeal. I'll distract him as long as I can-”

“Genesis.”

He stopped.

Angeal couldn’t be more thankful that his friend could finally respond. “It’s not real. Sephiroth isn’t attacking you. It’s an illusion. It was all an illusion.”

Genesis tried to move. “But my injuries-”

“Weren’t caused by him.” Angeal couldn’t tell his friend the whole truth. Not now. “Wutaians attacked in your confusion. Sephiroth dragged you back to our base.”

Mako blues blinked once. Twice. Thrice. “...I-” the rods stirred again, obscuring both irises. His head snapped to the door and he tensed. “Don't come any closer!”

“Genesis!”

“Leave him out of this! He's done nothing!”

The Third was given no other option, reaching for the closed, unlocked IV.

“Don't! Stop it! Angeal, don’t listen to him!”

Drops slowly slipped through the tube.

He bit his own cheek, drawing blood and whipping his head as if taking a blow.

“Angeal, please, you know that’s not true! Don’t listen to him! Don’t do this! Please don’t do-... don’t…… please…….” Genesis fell limp, his eyes closing to trap him in quiet darkness once more.

“I’m sorry.”

The nurses and scientists returned. The Third Class SOLDIER was sent away.

Angeal leaned against the wall and exhaled slowly. He was so close to getting through, but Hollander still had no reliable cure. He didn’t think keeping Genesis unconscious for this long was safe, let alone another few days or possibly weeks if no cure at least brought him back to sanity. He should probably update Sephiroth…

Wait. Sephiroth. His head snapped up. He hadn’t seen the First since Genesis was strapped down. Where could he possibly be?

Hojo’s lab, of course. However, all his attempts to enter the highly classified laboratory were completely shut down.

* * *

Why wasn’t it working?

Unbeknownst to Sephiroth, the cure for the toxin hadn’t been touched since the head scientist received the broken gong. He first struck it without any repairs, but the Silver Soldier showed no reaction. Sephiroth was left locked in the exam room as Hojo entered the cold storage containing various cell cultures: bacteria, viruses, and even the preserved Leviathan scales removed from the Hero of Wutai himself.

The first true attempt was filling the crack in the gong with the scales and the same Wutaian bronze as the rest of the instrument. No effect. Then, after calling in a team of engineers, they attempted to extend the rivets and curves on the surface, matching every wave with scientifically perfect accuracy. Again, no effect. Hojo even requested a proper musician to strike the instrument, and though the resultant sound was exponentially better, Sephiroth showed no reaction, not even a wince.

What were they missing?

Despite the frustration, a hidden experiment was also taking place. Sephiroth did not speak a single word since the promise of helping his friend. Hojo kept a simple notification ready for if or when the man decided to speak, perhaps even give hints about who or what he was talking to. Yet this experiment was also a failure as Sephiroth never allowed his thoughts to leave his lips again.

In the days since Rhapsodos’s emergency return, both sections of the lab were useless.

“I have a task for you,” Hojo stated as he entered the room, the addressed man not even turning his eyes in response. “Return to Wutai and retrieve an undamaged gong.”

Slit pupils met black glasses in bewilderment.

“This will continue your progress on the front as we continue developing a remedy for Rhapsodos. Though I understand you cannot accomplish this task alone.”

He looked down like a guilty child. A failure. A disappointment.

“So what will you require?”

After a breath, the Silver Soldier hardened, his eyes flicking ever so slightly as ideas ran through his mind. After a few seconds of silence, he responded, “Four Second Classes with confidential or higher security clearance. And Angeal.”

Hojo nearly groaned. “Him? What can that inferior Third possibly accomplish?

“He is the only one I trust to carry out the mission. We share the same motivation. He is the only logical choice.”

“And if Hewley is captured or gassed, what will you do?”

Another moment of silence. A small shake of mercury. “...I’ll follow my instincts.”

* * *

The flight back to Wutai was silent. The director of SOLDIER informed all personnel of the First’s immediate return, saying the orders were completely above his rank. Sephiroth was granted the extra reinforcements he required. He had yet to discuss the plan with Angeal who already had dreadful feels about this sudden decision. It was difficult enough to leave Genesis in that lab, especially since both Angeal and Genesis refused to return until Sephiroth recovered.

On the dawn after arrival, Sephiroth requested Angeal’s presence on a hill half a mile away from the latest claimed fortress.

“What are you thinking?” Angeal questioned immediately upon reaching the location.

Sephiroth breathed deeply. “Hollander won’t find a cure. Hojo claimed to aid the effort in return for finding an uncracked gong.”

Mako blue eyes widened.

The head of silver turned away.

“We’re doing this to take one back? Does he know what it did to you last time?”

“For Genesis’s sake, it doesn’t matter. Loathe as it is, I’m confident Hojo will identify a cure when he recreates the compound in his lab. I must personally deliver the gong to him as soon as possible.”

“What does he want it for?”

Sephiroth winced.

The Second glared. “Sephiroth. What does he want it for?”

“He’ll run experiments to find the cause of the feeling. Either I grow a resistance to it or Hojo develops a countermeasure,” His words were cold, detached. He flinched, shaking off another thought.

“And what about the toxin?” Angeal tried to back the First into a corner, to force him into abandoning this incredibly dangerous plan before allowing it to leave his lips.

“I’m resistant to it.” His eyes still contained the rods. There was no hiding the simple truth.

“Not immune.”

“...No.”

“Then with all due respect, you should be nowhere near this mission when it begins.”

“I already have a plan.”

“Sephiroth-”

“I will lead the team of Seconds to the next outpost. They are already aware of the secrecy of the matter. I will distract the Wutaians and tell the Seconds everything they see me do is an act.”

“Our troops know that’s a lie.”

“Which is exactly why the team is new.”

“What will you do if they confront you about it? Or if the cadets let it slip?”

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” Sephiroth’s expression hardened. “When I collapse, I want you and a team of scouts to infiltrate the outpost and retrieve the gong. Anything else you can accomplish will only be permitted if the gong is retrieved undamaged. We then claim the outpost if we can.”

“And what will you do when your ‘act’ ends with you losing consciousness?”

“I’ll tell them I must commit entirely. If Wutai in any way believes I am playing them, they will abandon the post and retreat with the payload.” He suddenly grabbed his head, trying to suppress a noise from escaping. He hunched, blocking his face with his bangs as he turned away.

Angeal’s frustration halted, reverting back to the kind hearted friend they both knew. “What’s happening? Sephiroth, is it the toxin?”

“I don’t care what happens,” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t care what happens to me. This was my fault. I have to do this.” Slowly, hesitantly his posture returned.

“I don’t like this…”

“During my capture, how many times did you say that exact phrase to Genesis?”

“That’s different-”

“It’s exactly the same. We’ll make preparations now and leave at dusk. That’s the only way we can help him. It guarantees the payload is present and gives us a solid chance to claim it.”

“Taking risks on the field and torturing yourself are two different things.”

“It’s not that simple…”

“You keep saying that.”

“Angeal-” He cut himself off, turning away and curling in on himself, small, weak, afraid. He didn’t notice his friend whipping around to watch his face. “I have to do something right. I can do this, I swear.”

The Third softly pressed a hand to the black leather arm. He said nothing until Sephiroth relaxed into reality. “You’re not healed. How many times are we going to do this?”

“Until we’re all safe again!” Sephiroth’s snap silenced the discussion. Angeal hugged him, but it felt empty and cold. The silver soldier craved something the friend could never provide, but he did not know what.

* * *

The last orange glow of the sky dimmed as Sephiroth and the Second Classes approached the outpost. Though the Silver Soldier could feel the tension, confusion, and hesitation of the team following him, they dared not speak a word. He focused on forcing one foot in front of the other, despite his survival instincts screaming in protest against every wave of the toxin.

He silently wished the Seconds would speak their mind. At least then something would distract him from the voice.

Even She failed to persuade him.

Know that I am with you always. Cling to my words to spare yourself and your friends.

The moment the firelight of the outpost shimmered his silver hair, the gong rang and he collapsed instantly. The phantom strings of his heart pulled in every direction, desperately reaching for something to connect with even at the cost of agony. He curled on the ground, rocking and screaming without the comforting, fear awakened voice. His body grasped the needle like threads of desperation tightening around his heart like a noose.

No one remained to comfort his despair.

Wutaian forces laughed, mocking the hero and raining down magic at the Seconds defending their fallen leader.

After all, it was just an act, right? He’d get up soon? He’d save them if they were in danger?

On the other side of the outpost, Angeal and the small team of scouts slipped past the guards undetected. Inside, everyone seemed to be enjoying the show. They stayed low and quiet until the gong was in sight.

The scouts claimed the gong and mallet while Angeal dispatched the enemy soldiers. At the muting of the dreadful instrument and the bright red target on all of their backs, the full force of Shinra’s troop attacked.

All except the Silver Soldier who laid unmoving with Second Classes sworn to protect him.

Hours passed before the highest ranking SOLDIER awoke. Only his Third Class friend waited for him. The cadets were scouring the outpost for resources while the scouts called in the payload back at the claimed fortress.

Inhuman eyes opened, ebony rods finally flushed away.

Angeal held out a hand. “You need to see this.”

Sephiroth took it and rose to his feet. “Lead the way.”

At the heart of the outpost stood a mausoleum. However, Wutaian culture would not allow a final resting place so far from any public gravesite, so perhaps it was only a front. Sephiroth’s assumption was proven correct as they opened the door, an ornate staircase descended, lined with patterns of silver scales, not a shred of gold in sight. He rushed down the stairs despite his instinct to run away. Stone and marble statues of the Wutaian water god constricted the room. Its scales surrounded them like a victorious snake. Altars, fountains, torches, candles, shackles, ritualistic weapons.

Beyond the silver, it was all the same

“This was for Genesis…” Sephiroth’s words left breathlessly.

“Two with one is unpredictable,” Angeal quoted. “They’re trying to take down the top three SOLDIERs.”

“Or all three of us.” Sephiroth met his eyes. “We promote SOLDIER. Even though you haven't made Second yet, if all three of us fall victim to capture or toxin, no one will enlist and the program will be deemed a failure.”

“And the Wutai’s war would finally end.”

Inhuman eyes fell. “Or Shinra creates a new weapon to destroy their entire country without a second thought. At least with the war, some of their people will survive...”

Something hid in that statement, but Angeal chose not to push. “Let’s head back to the fort. Get some real rest before transport arrives.”

Sephiroth nodded. “I’ll call in an excavation team.”

* * *

The gong cured the toxin. That was what Sephiroth told both scientists when he arrived in HQ with the instrument in hand but lacking the black rods in his eyes. Hollander immediately attempted it without a second thought. Genesis did not react. However, neither did Sephiroth. Again the science department summoned a percussionist. Apparently the reaction required proper technique.

Sephiroth watched through observation glass at the second attempt. In Genesis’s room, the musician rang the gong. The Silver Soldier fell to his knees, gloved hands clawing at the glass and uncontrollable groans leaving his lips.

The Crimson Soldier remained perfectly still. One quick look from the scientists proved the instrument was a failure. Sephiroth was told to seal himself in an experimentation chamber before Hojo injected the lab-grown remedy.

Of course, Hojo’s cure succeeded. Genesis finally came to, surrounded by scientists and nurses, not a single friendly face at his side. Sephiroth was long gone, and to Hojo, the less he knew the better.

Within The Drum, Sephiroth paced, his arms crossed and his head down. Waiting. Preparing. Fortifying his emotions. Praying they could contain the resonant emotion.

He glanced up at the observation chamber, some part of him attempting to see through the solid force field of indigo hexagons. He hopes the scientist would at very least reveal the instrument to him before the training began.

Step by step he begged this to work.

The chamber blocked out all natural light, adjustable fluorescent bulbs illuminating endless stasis. The pulse of the force field gave the illusion of measurement, subconsciously counted by the Silver Soldier.

Mid step, the gong rang, and all attempts at resistance shattered as he clung to his own body, his shouts echoing off the walls. Any thought of progress and control collapsed.

Hojo watched, fascinated and disgusted by the effectiveness. Sephiroth was stronger than some musical instrument. What occurred to cause such a reaction? Despite his desire to immediately take samples, he decided to indulge a different desire. He contacted his assistant and ordered them to find more musicians.

How long could the First survive on his own?

To be continued…

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imnotasuperhero · 1 year

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Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy.

A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is. Just a needed filler chapter for the final coming up? I should admit I’ve hit a wall that if it wasn’t for @wandabear�� who slapped me with out of the writers block i don’t know if I’d be able to continue this, lol. I just want to say that tooth-rotting fluff is coming. Hope you enjoy this mess (:

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII

Getting out of your car, you couldn’t help the smile growing by the second as your chest inflated with pride.

The house you’ve always wanted was about to be finished. After all the hard work and the re-designs, in just a few more days your forever home would be ready for you to fill with thousands of memories.

“Hi, James!” You greeted your contractor.

“Hi, Miss,” he bowed mockingly.

“Cut the crap, asshole.” You laughed at him.

“What? My salary after this will ricochet. It’s only fair I treat you as royalty.”

“We both know we’ve had bigger projects. Don’t you?” A raised eyebrow accompanied your smirk.

“This was the most challenging, though.” He countered as you both walked through the front door. “Which leads me to-”

“Please, no.” You whined disappointedly, feeling the happiness melting away.

“It’s big,” James informed. “Remember how we were greatly surprised the water pipelines were practically new?”

“I don’t get it. The inspection came out right.” You felt a tug at your heart as you spotted the huge hole in the floor.

“We still have to figure out exactly where the leak is. We’re waiting for the inspectors,”

“How long?” You braced yourself as the anxiety took over.

“To move into the house? Around 7 weeks.”

“The fuck? You know my lease ends in less than 6. Right?” You growled.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Might as well make sure everything is okay so you don’t have to fix it later on.” James reasoned.

Sighing, you just nodded defeatedly. The news about you being homeless even if for a bunch of days only increased the anxiety absorbing the reduced oxygen your lungs needed to function properly.

“Do you know a trusted storing company, by any chance?” You put your hands in the pockets of your jeans, trying to hide the shaking.

“I’ll send you the contact later, yes?” He looked up at you with a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you,” you smiled sadly before making your exit. You didn’t have it in you to inspect the remodeling anymore. Much less to ask about details.

Closing the car’s door harder than you should’ve, your fists collided against the steering wheel repeatedly. To say you were furious was an understatement. It was in times like these that you questioned how much of an asshole you have been in your past lives to be paying such karma.

You see, having to ask for shelter wasn’t something that worried you because you knew your friends would happily take you in. But what upset you was that it happened right when you had not one but two different clients that had requested a 3D model of their projects. And if the chaos your workplace turned into had you moody, you didn’t want to imagine how it’d affect whoever decided to host you.

But before you could dwell too much into your disgrace, your phone took you out of your reverie.

“Yes?” You tried to steady your voice.

“Uhh, troubles in paradise?” You cursed yourself for failing such easy tasks.

“Don’t remind me,” you grunted. “What’s up, Bucks?”

“Everyone is here already. Don’t tell me you forgot?” You could hear the voices of your friends talking in the background.

“Right. I didn’t forget,” you sighed. “I’m on my way, now.”

The way to Natasha’s was spent trying to calm down your anxiety. Today was a day to just enjoy your friends' company and have some good times. There’d be time to worry about your problems later.

But of course, that was better said than done for as you raised your hand to knock on the redhead’s door, your phone started to ring and the name of your most exigent client flashed on the screen.

Inhaling a long breath, you picked up the call. “Good afternoon, Mr. Coleman,”

“Hello, darling. Is there any chance you could send me the design for the guest house?”

“But there are a few details to finish,” you reasoned with the old man as you smiled exasperated to the redhead at the other side of the door.

“I understand, but I’m here with my son and he wants to check it out before you finish it just to get-” You walked inside the apartment, plopping yourself on the three-body couch in the living room, not interested in the explanation the man provided you.

“Alright, Mr. Coleman. I’ll send you the sketch right now.” You bumped your head against the padded backrest of the couch repeatedly at the lack of room to scream. It wouldn’t be very professional of you, after all.

“Thank you, darling. Have a nice weekend.” The old man greeted and you could only answer in the most cheerful voice you could fake before hanging up and leaving a loud grunt.

“I want a sugar mommy,” you whined, earning the laughs of your friends.

“Didn’t peg you for a sugar baby,” Natasha scrunched her nose at the thought.

“Ehh. If the pay is worth it,” you shrugged looking around. “Where are my babies?” you pouted at Wanda.

“They’re with Vision,” the redhead smiled tenderly and you ignored the trembling of your heart.

“Bummer.” You sighed. “Nat? Can I borrow your laptop?” You then turned to the redhead, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk.

“Sure thing,” she pursed her lips trying to keep whatever she was thinking to herself, making it impossible for you to stay glued to the couch.

“Why you looking at me like that?” You questioned the older woman as you followed her to her study.

“Sugar mommy? Really?” Natasha laughed mockingly.

“You know it was just a joke, right?”

“Does Wanda, thought?”

“What does she has to do with that?” You frowned confused.

“Dude, you can’t say those things in front of her. She has it bad for you,”

“Oh, shut up. She doesn’t.” You shook your head as you pressed the keys to access your email.

“I’m telling you, you’re so smart for a lot of things but so dumb when it comes to her.” Natasha walked away, leaving you dumbfounded with her words replaying in your mind.

But there’ll be time to try and decipher her words later. Now, you have to tend to your irritating client.

After what seemed like a few minutes too long of you fumbling with the touchpad, you clicked on the ‘send’ button and logged out of your account, turning off the laptop in the process.

The way Natasha's eyes were set on you despite having her girlfriend by her side made Wanda's blood boil with jealousy. Even more so at the way you were fidgeting as you kept stealing glances at her. The secrecy of it all had Wanda's fingers itching to pat the redhead’s smirk away.

Truth be told, it's been a few days since Natasha had taken her place in your life. Granted, you still visited each other frequently like you used to. But most times than not, Natasha was present when Wanda visited you. And even though Wanda knew the redhead’s heart belonged to Maria, she couldn’t help the greeny monster taking over her.

"So, how's the house going?" Wanda's attention picked up at those words, turning her gaze to you.

"Painfully slowly going." You whined, chewing the bite you just took.

"I thought it was almost done?" Bucky asked.

Sighing, you positioned yourself with your back against the armrest of the sofa and Wanda couldn’t help the soft caress in her heart at seeing you so relaxed if it wasn't for the frown on your face.

"James found a leak in the water pipeline and it'll take longer for me to move in, so now I'll be homeless when my leash ends next month," you sighed looking down at your hands and Wanda's words stuck in her throat as Natasha beat her to it.

"That sucks. But you know you can stay with me for whatever long it takes. Right?" The redhead offered.

"And have Maria having a meltdown?"

"Hey! I'm not that bad." The brunette complained.

"Who are you kidding? I can tell you the times you scolded me for being so careless when you saw me working," you chuckled heartily and Wanda couldn’t help giggling at the image playing in her mind.

"In my defense, it looks like a tornado passed by after you finish it." She shrugged.

Wanda didn't get to understand your retort as she was taken to the past, when she had stayed -multiple times- with you as you worked through the night building rooms and molding different miniatures of furniture out of cardboard and wood sticks as you created the mock-up of the design you were working on. Feeling the calm taking over her as she got to see you so at ease into your element even though it left you crying sometimes. The way you always patiently instructed her how to cut or glue the small objects had her heart skipping a beat when your hands would brush against each other. The calloused yet soft skin of your fingertips against hers had shivers running down her spine.

The pang against her side had her back to the present as she looked at her brother, frowning when Pietro’s eyes were moving weirdly.

Raising an eyebrow, Wanda silently asked him what his problem was, only for him to signal at you with his blue eyes.

But even though they shared a special bond thanks to being twins, sometimes it took more than a look to communicate.

And Pietro seemed to think the same as he sighed before he spoke. "Why don’t you stay with us?" Wanda's head tilted to the side as if her brother had grown a second head.

"Not sure it'd be ideal, Piet. With the twins and Wanda working from home, I don't want to impose," you nodded in the negative. Wanda's brain was trying to catch up with whatever was happening.

"Pretty sure Wanda wouldn’t mind. Right?" Wanda had to muffle a grunt as yet another finger poked at her side. Looking back at his brother, she saw him gesturing to agree with him.

"Of course not," Wanda tried to give the most convincing smile she could muster. "Lord knows I could have another adult by my side to try to understand the twins' babbling,"

"We'll see. I still have a few weeks to solve it." You shrugged it off, signaling the end of the discussion; leaving Wanda thinking about the prospect of you living in her house even if just for a few days and she’d be lying if the idea didn’t get her heart somersaulting.

The upcoming weeks we spent between you working nonstop trying to finish as much of your projects as you could just so you didn’t turn Wanda’s house into a mess with your supplies and boxing whatever you didn’t need for the time coming as your possessions along with your furniture would be sent to the storage facility James had recommended you.

“I finished with the kitchen,” Natasha spoke, walking into your room.

“Thank you,” you eyed her sitting on your bed, her green eyes looking at you expectantly. “Can I help you?”

“Maybe.” The redhead pursed her lips, obliging you to release a grunt as you busied yourself packing your clothes. “I need you to answer me something.”

You hummed in acknowledgment as you took a ripped jeans from the pile you had decided would go to the storage, folding it neatly before you put it in the box.

“I’ve been thinking,” Natasha paused and it took all the patience you had just to swallow your growl. “What if you and Wanda get together? Where would you live?”

Her words had you turning your head so fast that you felt dizzy for a few seconds. “Where do you get that idea from?” You frowned as the redhead groaned painfully.

“I swear to God, you’re so dense, Y/N!” Natasha rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

“I'm not. It’s just-” You paused trying to organize your thoughts, too afraid to misunderstand the signals both your friends and Wanda constantly gave you.

“I don’t want to hurt,” you sighed defeatedly. “If she really felt something for me, she wouldn’t have rejected me for prom night.”

“We were kids back then,” the redhead took a seat beside you on the floor, taking the crumpled shirt off your hands. “She was afraid,” Natasha took your hands in hers, squeezing them.

“Afraid of what?” You felt your heart cracking at that confession. Why would Wanda ever be scared of you?

“That’s something you have to ask her,” Natasha spoke softly, almost pitifully. “But what I can tell you is that you just have to open your heart in order to see,”

But before you could voice your feelings any further, the ringing of your doorbell had the redhead walking to greet your friends, ready to help you with the moving.

After having loaded all your furniture and boxes into the haul truck Bucky had managed to borrow from a friend, you both drove alongside Steve to the storage place while Natasha and Maria drove to Wanda’s with your baggage.

“I think we deserve a nice dinner as a welcome.” The blonde spoke, gaining your attention.

“It’d need more than a dinner to thank you, guys. You’re literal live savers,” you smiled truthfully.

“Ehh. It’s nothing, dude.” Bucky shrugged you off with his eyes glued to the road. “But you need to keep us updated.”

“With what?” You frowned at his words.

“With Wanda, you dummy,” Steve giggled.

“Not you too,” you whined, throwing your head back.

“What? We deserve the dits as your best men,” Bucky smiled toothily and you didn’t have it in you to break his heart.

“Can we not go there? It’s not like we’re moving in together,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yet. You’re not moving together, yet.” Steve corrected and your hand itched to lovely pat their faces.

To say the rest of the afternoon was full of mockery and laughs was an understatement. You barely had time to spend with the boys as adulthood had you all pretty busy, so you tried to make it the best of the day as all three of you worked together to put your belongings into safety.

Once you reached the house that would shelter you for the next ten days, you couldn’t help the sweat forming in your palms and the feeling of utter uncertainty at the prospect of breathing the same air as Wanda’s twenty-four-seven.

Natasha’s words from earlier did nothing to placate the anxiety tugging at your heart.

“Thanks for having me,” you smiled something crooked at the redhead on the other side of the door.

“It’s nothing,” she smiled toothily and you couldn't help your heart skipping a beat at the shine you saw in those green eyes. “Hope you don’t mind that I cooked pasta?” Wanda scrunched her nose in that way it had you all mushy over the floor.

“As if you didn’t know me,” you rolled your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from your host.

“Where are my sunshines?” You walked further into the house looking for the twins, wanting to escape the uncomfortable silence that had settled between you both just a second ago.

While time ago you’d be more than happy to spend unlimited time with Wanda, now it was only anxiety what you felt as you wandered into the very-well known house as your inner fears slowly manifested themselves, making it hard for you to feel at ease in what you once considered your second home. Too afraid to face the reality you dreaded to recognize laying at the back of your mind.

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beefromanoff · 4 months

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 9

summary: Charlotte gets out of the infirmary and clashes with Bucky.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: second chapter this week, woooooo! Merry Christmas to ussss! working on the next chapter, hopefully will come out very soon!

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The sparring room echoed with the rhythmic thuds of Bucky Barnes's fists against the punching bag. The sound resonated through the expansive space, his sweaty gray t-shirt the only movement in the otherwise empty room as Charlotte walked in.

It had been four days since the incident at benchmark testing. The first day in the infirmary, she admitted, was warranted. The pain was excruciating, she could hardly get herself out of bed. As hellish as it was, the experience was far from unfamiliar. This whole song and dance was one she knew well, and the hospitalizations were a necessary evil. Or so she thought.

In the past, when she’d collapse after back to back rounds of fighting for cash or any other means of using her abilities, it was always the same. She’d get a nosebleed, have roughly thirty seconds to find herself somewhere soft to land, and black out. Usually, she’d wake up a few hours later in an unfamiliar hospital, alone. Doctors would examine her charts, tell her she was dehydrated and overexerted, her kidneys barely making it through. They’d use words like septic and nearly fatal and intensive care. They’d implore her to stay, insisting on another round of bloodwork and testing to get to the root cause of this issue.

Charlotte would smile weakly, making her eyes wide and innocent. She’d thank the doctors vehemently before claiming she was tired, queuing them to leave the room. After a few bags of IV fluids and recovery, waiting on the nurse shift change and for the awful pain in her lower back to subside, she’d sneak out. Sometimes through the service staircase, sometimes through a window. Sometimes, under the cloak of chaos, she’d walk right out. Thanks to her lack of identification or loved ones to come claim her, no one even had enough information to fill out an AMA form for her to sign.

In her experience, the pain was worst in the first 24 hours. Her back burned, her body ached, her head pounded. She could hardly move or speak without fear of vomiting or blacking out again. Slowly, it faded to a dull ache. In the infirmary, she’d given a horrified Bruce her timeline as she prepared to leave after the second full day. She could see his hesitation to detain her or make her feel trapped warring with his concern at her leaving so soon. Ultimately, it was the lab tech/nurse Maddie who convinced her it was better for her to stay a few more days. Maddie had pointed out that Charlotte never had a chance to do the full round of fluid treatment and thus, had likely never fully recovered. She removed all the unnecessary medical equipment from the room and even brought in lamps to make it feel less clinical. Charlotte obliged. If she was willing to put in so much effort to keep her there a few more days, maybe it would be worth it after all.

There had been a steady influx of visitors over the four days. Natasha spent almost all her time there, acting as though it were any ordinary day and not her visiting someone in a medical wing. She’d put her feet up on the bed and flip through magazines, reading the salacious gossip out loud. They’d watch movies on the TV Peter had brought in, paint their nails, sit and read their separate books in silence. If words existed to tell Natasha how grateful she was, Charlotte doubted she could even choke them out.

Peter and Steve were regulars, too. Steve would bring in cards and play them at the foot of the bed, letting her win until he realized he didn’t have to let her do anything. Peter brought in a clunky old piece of technology, calling it a GameCube. He wired it into the TV and showed her dozens of old, pixelated games.

Ultimately, the four days flew by. Aside from the IV in her arm and slowly subsiding pain in her body, she hardly felt like she was in the infirmary at all.

Another bonus, she finally understood what was happening to her when these episodes happened.

“Do you, uh, would you like me to explain what’s happening?” Dr. Banner nervously shuffled his feet in the doorway to her room. He’d just confirmed the last round of her vitals were steadily improving, but seemed to stop himself before he left the room. Steve raised an eyebrow at him, curious but leaving the decision up to Charlotte.

“Can’t hurt, I suppose.”

“Okay, great, excellent. Well, this is what we’ve - what Tony and I have determined. I should say, hypothesized. But we’re nearly certain,” He stammered.

“Bruce.” Charlotte smiled softly. “Tell me what you know.”

“Right.” He paused, taking a calming breath. “Well…based on your brain scans, the ones we took before we,” He gestured to her nose. “Anyways, they showed something abnormal. It looks like you no longer have the ability to regulate your own physical exertion or pain. Most people have something in their mind to warn them when they’re getting too tired and their body can’t handle any more. Yours was…disabled. So…when you’re exerting yourself, say…fighting or running, you can actually push yourself past your physical capacities and not even know it. Everyone, even Super Soldiers, have a limit. Yours is higher than an average human, but somewhere below Bucky and Steve’s. When you get past that limit, your body actually starts to shut down.”

Charlotte’s brows knit together as she lowered the playing cards in her hand, giving Bruce her full attention.

“Everyone’s body has the same response to those things, to overexertion. Your muscles start to break down, protein enters your bloodstream. At some point, your kidneys can’t keep up. They start to shut down, along with the rest of your body. Your heart can’t pump enough blood and oxygen to keep everything running. That’s when you black out. The pain in your back, that’s your kidneys fighting for your life.”

Wincing, Charlotte shifted in the bed, memories of stabbing back pain flooding through her.

“So…all that to say, you pushed your body to…well, past it’s breaking point. From the files I’ve seen, you’ve done it over a dozen times now. I’m not sure the circumstances in the past, or if you were aware of -”

“I wasn’t.” She cleared her throat. “I…had no idea. I hadn’t really been…in my body for a while. I thought it was some kind of defect, some side effect of being in and out of cryo. I didn’t know.”

Bruce smiled softly. “Well, then I’m glad you do now. The good news is you seem to be making a full recovery every time. Your enhanced healing saved your life, time and time again. Without it, you’d be burning through kidney donors like nobody’s business.”

“I guess it’s only fair that if my enhancements are killing me then they’re the thing saving me, too.” She shuffled the cards in her hands, ignoring the pained look from both men.

“Well, uh, I’ll leave you to it.” Bruce shifted the tablet in his hands. “Charlotte?”

She looked up at him.

“Thank you for staying.” His smile was genuine. “Thank you for trusting us to take care of you. I don’t take that lightly.”

“Thank you for being trustworthy. I don’t take that lightly either.” She returned his smile.

Tugging on the hem of her sweatshirt, she strode into the empty room. As soon as Maddie had confirmed her full recovery and bandaged up Charlotte’s arm, IV finally removed, she’d practically sprinted out of the infirmary. The morning was still early, the compound only barely beginning to wake up. Still, she had a feeling she knew exactly where to find the man she wanted to see.

"Hey there, Soldier," she called, leaning against the doorframe. "You're a tough man to find.”

Bucky's movements didn't falter as he continued his assault on the bag, his metal arm delivering powerful blows. He spared her a sidelong glance but said nothing.

“Why didn't you send flowers to the infirmary? I hear that's a thing people do these days." Charlotte pushed off the doorframe, approaching him with a playful bounce in her step. "You know, a 'get well soon' bouquet would have been nice. Maybe something with daisies. They're cheerful, could really brighten up a space."

Bucky grunted, a sound that could have been mistaken for agreement or annoyance.

Charlotte cocked her head to the side as she stood near the punching bag. "What, no witty remark, no winning smile? You really need to work on your bedside manners, Buck."

He finally ceased his assault on the punching bag, turning to face her with an intensity that caught her off guard. "You need to be more careful."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Careful? What are you talking about? I'm fine, good as new. Doc says I'm practically a medical marvel." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, grinning.

Bucky's expression remained stern. "This isn’t a joke. You collapsed during the benchmark testing. Blacked out, on the ground, unresponsive."

She waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. Just a little overexertion. Nothing I haven't bounced back from before."

Bucky clenched his jaw, frustration evident in his eyes. "You're not taking this seriously, Charlotte. You're human. You need to take care of yourself."

Her playful demeanor faded, replaced by genuine bewilderment. “I’m human as much as you’re human, Winter Soldier.”

“It’s different and you know it.” He grit his teeth.

“How?” Her tone cut through the empty room.

“Because I’m not the one bleeding and collapsing in the woods.” His words were a controlled his, as if it pained him to keep such restraint.

"Buck, what's gotten into you?” She spoke softly, curbing her rising anger. “I appreciate the concern, but you're acting like I committed a crime."

His voice, low and intense, cut straight through her as he stepped closer and towered over her. "I've seen too many people get hurt, too many people get pushed too far and meet preventable consequences. I won't stand by and watch it happen to you."

Charlotte's gaze softened, her defensive tone replaced by sincerity. "Bucky, I appreciate that you care. I do. But you don't need to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

His frustration seemed to boil over, his words sharp. "This isn't about me worrying. It's about you being reckless. Clearly you can’t take care of yourself, considering this is, what, the twelfth time you’ve done this? Do you even understand the risks? What if you had collapsed somewhere more dangerous than a training exercise?"

“I have.” Her tone was curt. “And I was fine then, too.”

He turned from her, hands on his hips as he paced in frustration.

"Bucky, I didn't expect a lecture. I thought you'd be glad to see me up and about."

He sighed, a conflicted look in his eyes as he turned back to her. "I am glad, Charlotte. I am. But I won't pretend everything's okay when it's not. I can't…lose someone else to HYDRA’s sadistic bullshit."

The weight of his words hung in the air. Charlotte blinked, processing the unexpected intensity of his concern. "Bucky, I... I didn't mean to upset you. I'll be more careful, okay? But you don't have to worry about me. Nothing is going to happen…I’m not going anywhere." She gently reached out and laid a hand on his arm, squeezing gently.

He took a step back, pulling out of her reach. “Not if you keep being stupid and reckless.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, hurt rippling through them. She turned on her heel and fled the sparring room, leaving Bucky alone to grapple with the emotions that had surfaced. Taking a moment to breathe, he sat down on the bench and closed his eyes.

He yanked at the tape on his hands and chucked it across the room. “Fuck!”

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The evening had settled over the Avengers Compound, casting a tranquil glow across the lake. Charlotte sat alone on the dock, her legs dangling over the edge, staring into the rippling water. It had only been four days, but she longed for the peace and calm of the water. Her first day ‘out’ had been simple. After her upsetting exchange with Bucky, she’d gone for a long walk, not run, through the woods. A late lunch with Nat and Wanda, a few hours keeping Peter company as he worked on homework, and then opted to skip dinner, not wanting to run into Bucky yet.

Steve’s heavy, even footsteps approached, echoing across the water.

"Hey," He greeted, settling down beside her. "You missed dinner. Everything okay?"

Charlotte forced a smile, her gaze never leaving the water. "Just not hungry."

“If you prefer the infirmary food, that can be arranged.” She didn’t crack a smile. Steve tilted his head, studying her. "Hey…you can talk to me, you know. What's going on?"

She hesitated, contemplating how much to reveal to the best friend of the one causing her to lose her appetite. "It's Bucky. We had this...exchange in the sparring room this morning. He was…angry at me.”

Steve's brow furrowed, his confused look making Charlotte wonder if Bucky had even told anyone about that morning. "What? Charlotte, what happened?"

She sighed again, a mixture of frustration and confusion. "I got out this morning and went to find him. He didn’t come to visit me, not once in four days. But that’s fine, I didn’t expect him to. So I was just teasing him, you know, like usual. It was harmless, I thought. And then he snapped at me, telling me to be more careful. He was actually angry at me…I didn’t know where it was coming from."

Steve nodded, a concered expression on his face. "Bucky has a…complicated history. He's been through a lot, and sometimes he struggles with expressing his feelings, especially when it comes to people he cares about."

Charlotte's gaze turned to Steve, seeking clarification. "So, what, he yelled at me because cares about me?"

Steve chuckled. "More than you might think. Trust me, I’ve been on the receiving end of his particular brand of caring many times. Bucky is fiercely protective. He might not always say it, but he feels everything incredibly deeply. With you…I think it’s complicated." He paused, choosing his words carefully. “You’re a friend, a member of the team, but you’re also a direct reminder of his past. I think he feels…responsible for what happened to you.”

Charlotte opened her mouth to say how ridiculous that was, but Steve cut her off.

“I know, I told him that’s outrageous. You’re both victims. He just doesn’t see it that way. His guilt runs deep, even now. I think he sees you and feels like you’re in this position because of him. So, when he sees you suffer,”

“He thinks it’s his fault.” Charlotte breathed.

“Right.”

She processed Steve's words, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "But why avoid me now? If he cares, shouldn't he want to clear things up?"

Steve sighed. "Bucky's got his own set of issues. Sometimes he thinks it's easier to keep people at arm's length than risk getting too close. If I had to guess, he’s beating himself up over how he handled things this morning."

“You think so?”

“Well, considering he didn’t come to dinner either…I’d say I’m not far off.”

Charlotte leaned back, her eyes on the starlit sky. "So, what do I do? Wait for him to come around?"

Steve smiled, a reassuring glint in his eyes. "Maybe give him a little time. Bucky might not be great with words, but he's got a good heart. He'll come around when he's ready. Just don't be too hard on him. And, if you want my advice, let him know you're there when he's ready to talk."

As they sat by the lake, the conversation drifted into lighter topics, and slowly, the tension that had settled over Charlotte began to dissipate. Steve's insights had provided a new perspective on Bucky's outburst, and she empathized with him.

Once night had draped its obsidian cloak over the Compound, Charlotte retreated to her room, seeking solace in the embrace of her bed. The plush bedding, the room devoid of antiseptic smells or beeping monitors, the comfort of being able to bend her arm and curl up as tightly as she wanted. As she lay in the darkness, the playful facade she often wore began to wane. Troubling thoughts crept in, threatening to burst the cheerful and plucky bubble she kept around herself as a protective shield.

The weight of her own existence pressed on her shoulders. The unpredictability of her abilities, the lingering shadows of HYDRA's experiments, and the realization that she couldn't trust her own body haunted her. In the solitude of the night, the facade cracked. Tears filled her eyes and soaked her pillow as she silently wept.

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Morning arrived, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Despite the sleepless night, Charlotte knew she couldn't avoid the team meeting. FRIDAY had announced throughout their building that there was a mandatory meeting at 8am sharp, taking place in the private conference room on the first floor. Reluctantly, she made her way downstairs where the Avengers had gathered. The atmosphere felt suspiciously tense, and the array of stern expressions mirrored what seemed like an intervention.

Tony and Bruce stood at the front, armed with expressions that screamed 'serious business.' Taking a seat at the table between Natasha and Steve, Charlotte swallowed to keep her nerves at bay. No one had mentioned what the meeting was about, but given that she was included as the only non-Avenger…she guessed it had something to do with her. Peter, Sam, and Wanda weren’t present, but Bucky appeared quietly in the doorway, not taking a seat.

Tony cleared his throat, and with a dramatic flourish, Bruce unveiled a holographic image of a sleek, silver cuff.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the future of mysterious pseudo Super Soldier self-preservation," Tony announced, his tone a mix of showmanship and genuine concern. “We’re working on shortening the name.”

Charlotte's eyebrows shot up in skeptical interest. "I didn’t know you were dipping your toe into women’s accessories.”

"It's a monitoring device, Charlotte.” Bruce cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “We've been working on it since we saw your brain scans. Just in case…something came up."

Tony continued, "It monitors your vitals and gives you a heads-up when you're pushing past your limits. And if you choose to ignore it, it gets louder and alerts everyone around you."

Charlotte squinted at the holographic display, her arms crossed. "So, what, it’s a babysitting device?"

"In a nutshell, yes.” Tony nodded. “We thought it might give you some peace of mind if you decide to continue training. Hell, even if you leave the compound, it might come in handy elsewhere too. I can imagine this whole fainting thing gets a little tiresome."

She scoffed, her sarcasm not entirely masking her discomfort. "How considerate of you. Does it come in pink?"

“Whatever you want, kiddo.” Tony’s lack of a quippy remark felt oddly sentimental.

Bruce kept going. “It's non-invasive and doesn't interfere with your abilities. Just think of it as…a safety net. We made it small already, but we can put the technology into any kind of vessel, a ring, if you’d prefer -”

Crossing her arms tighter, Charlotte eyed them both with a mix of distrust and curiosity. "And if I say I don’t want it?" She heard a soft, frustrated noise from the doorway behind her.

"It's your call," Tony replied, a rare softness in his eyes. "We're not forcing anything on you. Just think about it."

She whirled to look at Bucky, expression icy. “Was this your idea?”

“What? No, I-” He frowned, protesting.

“Charlotte, Bucky didn’t even know we were developing this until after you collapsed, and even then, he didn’t know the specifics,” Bruce held his hands up earnestly. “We all, collectively, discussed the best way to help you and when Tony and I told everyone this idea…we all thought it was worth a try.”

“Did anyone think to ask me my opinion?” Her tone was flippant, but her body was tense.

“In case you forgot, you were a little incapacitated.” Bucky countered.

“How would you know? I don’t remember seeing you there, Sergeant.”

Crossing the room in two strides, Bucky’s hands hit the wood of the conference room table as he leaned across it, his face inches from Charlotte’s. “Who do you think carried you in?”

She swallowed, taken aback. Her face didn’t reflect the wave of guilt that washed over her, but Natasha noticed the almost imperceptible sag of her shoulders. Of course he was struggling, he hadn’t just heard about her collapse, he was the only one around to see it. He was the one who caught her, carried her in. Thinking back to the last few moments she remembered before losing consciousness, and sure enough, Charlotte recalled his pleading eyes as he told her to slow down. She dropped her gaze, breaking eye contact with him, still leaning over her.

“That’s enough, Buck.” Steve spoke softly. “You made your point.”

Bucky moved slowly, but he obliged, dropping into the seat across from the trio.

“If…if it helps,” Bruce interjected, rolling up his sleeve. There was an identical cuff on his, thin and sleek, the dark metal casing looking like no more than a simple, masculine bracelet. “I got the idea from this. I made it for myself a few years back,”

Tony coughed.

“Tony and I made it a few years back.” Bruce leveled a glare at his friend. “I wasn’t able to control when The Other Guy wanted to make an appearance. I lived in constant terror of losing control and everyone around me having to pay the price. So I made this. It tracks my gamma signature, and if it spikes…as in, if I start to have a Code Green, it gives me options. I can override it, like on missions when extra backup is necessary…or I can trigger the Lullaby.”

“What’s the Lullaby?” Charlotte’s curiosity beat out her anger for the moment.

Bruce grinned. “It knocks my ass out.”

“Technically, it sends a micro-electric pulse through his body to his brain, causing a very short-lived blackout.” Tony explained.

“Which is enough of an interruption for me to get back under control by the time I come to.”

“And you don’t feel…strange about that?”

“Not at all. I feel much better without the fear that I’m going to wake up and be told about the millions of dollars of buildings I destroyed.” Bruce smiled sheepishly.

“True story, by the way.” Tony elbowed him. “The single most expensive Avenger, right here.”

Charlotte forced a smile, but it was half-hearted. She couldn’t exactly protest when another one of them was wearing the exact same technology, selflessly protecting the rest of the team, the world even. All of the medical intervention, the technology, all of it was sending a persistent chill up her spine this week. As much as she tried to fight it, the trauma from her past was not so easily hidden.

HYDRA never sat me down in a conference room to ask me what I wanted.

HYDRA never brought me magazines and junk food while I recovered.

HYDRA never cared if I recovered at all.

HYDRA never gave me a choice.

Somewhere in her internal war, Charlotte felt Natasha’s hand grasp hers beneath the table. Swallowing, she looked at her friend, who gave a reassuring nod and squeeze of her hand.

“Okay,” She met Bruce’s eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

He opened his mouth but Charlotte cut him off. “But,” She pointed a finger at both scientists. “I have specifications. I would want it small enough that it can fit into the sleeves of the training suits…and it would have to be durable. I don’t want it breaking when I’m sparring, and don’t even think about putting a camera in it, you dirty bastards.”

“I’ll take it off the blueprint.” Tony winked.

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The late morning sun warmed the cold December air. Charlotte, prohibited from training for a few more days, despite her insistence that she was perfectly fine, sat at a table outside the main Compound building. A deck of cards lay scattered before her, her fingers idly shuffling them in a rhythmic dance that mirrored her restless thoughts. She’d gone with Natasha to observe her in some one-on-one sessions with the combat agents, but ended up leaving out of agitation she couldn’t participate.

The compound buzzed with life as agents and team members carried out their duties all around, leaving Charlotte feeling even more annoyed at her lack of participation. Her gaze flicked up from the cards as a shadow fell over the table. Bucky stood there, his expression difficult to read.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, the words carrying a hint of uncertainty.

Charlotte motioned to the empty chair with a half-smile. "Be my guest."

Bucky took a seat, his eyes tracing the patterns Charlotte's hands formed with the deck. Tension lingered in the air, a palpable reminder of their complicated history and the recent incident that had rattled them both.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Bucky cleared his throat. "Look, Charlotte, I get it. Not wanting people messing with your head or your body. It's... hard. I've been there."

Charlotte's gaze met his, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Bucky continued, his usually gruff demeanor softened. "Tony and Bruce, they helped me when I got here. I was…struggling. Thought I could handle everything on my own. But they understand, Bruce especially."

He hesitated, as if gauging her reaction. "I wish I would've trusted them sooner. Maybe I wouldn't have spent so much time fighting myself."

Charlotte absorbed his words, the weight of their shared experiences creating a fragile connection between them. "You're saying I should just let them put that shock collar on me without question?" she mused, a wry smile playing on her lips.

Bucky chuckled. "Nah, not exactly. I'm just saying... consider that they're not out to control you. None of us are."

Charlotte arched an eyebrow.

“I’m not trying to control you and it isn’t fair for me to tell you what to do.” His face was strained, as if making himself speak the words was painful. “I’m sorry for yesterday.”

“Yeah, you were a real asshole.” Her eyes crinkled ever so slightly.

“Yeah. I was.”

“I’m sorry you were the one to see it.”

“I’m not.” His eyes flicked to hers. “I’m glad I was there.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re the slower Super Soldier.”

Bucky groaned, despite the growing smile on his face. “You try distance running with the weight of a vibranium arm and let me know how fast you are.”

She laughed, the tension between her brows easing for the first time in days. As her smile faded, she spoke softly.

“Bucky?”

He met her eyes.

“Thank you.”

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #avengers #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky fanfic #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff #winter solider x reader

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knoxvilleforever · 2 years

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Visiting a Waterpark with Johnny Knoxville and the Jackass Crew

request: @ilovejknoxville Could you possibly do something where johnny & the reader going to a waterpark? Maybe some of the guys join in on the trip, one of them rents out a cabana for all of you to hang out at once lunch rolls around or something. I dont know ive just had this stuck in my head and i feel like you could have a fun time writing about it! <3 i love your work!! <3

when johnny suggested going to a waterpark you thought it was one of the best ideas you’d ever heard

especially in the middle of a heatwave

and when he let it slip to the rest of the crew, there was no way they weren’t coming too

so that’s how you ended up in the back of a van on one of the hottest days of the year

with pontius, steve o, bam, ryan, dave, ehren and jeff tagging along with you

you couldn’t deny that you knew you were about to have one of the most hilarious days of your life

when you got to the waterpark you got changed and revealed the bathing suit you picked for the day

johnny’s eyes almost fell out of his head

his hands were immediately on your hips

and you had to scold him a couple of times for trying to make out with you when you were very much in public

tells you that you definitely need more sunscreen on as an excuse to touch you

so when he’s stood for almost ten minutes applying your sunscreen for you the other guys start to chime in

starting with bam

‘damn, me next knoxville.’

and then ryan

‘i’ve been waiting for him to touch me like that for years!’

and then chris

‘everything with this group always turns sexual.’

the first thing on everyone’s mind were the waterslides

getting in line with a group of rowdy boys made the wait seem to fly by

and then they were arguing who was going down the slide with who

johnny had his hands on your waist still

and he was adamant you’d be on the slide with him and only him

watching the rest of the guys go down was hilarious

chris ended up sliding down on steve o’s back

whilst johnny pushed jeff down with dave and ehren

johnny was clinging to you as you both shot down the slide

and hearing bam and ryan bickering whilst they slid down after you made you laugh even more

the other guys were desperate to get you on some of the tall slides

‘let’s go, y/n!’

‘you sure about these, sweetheart?’

‘oh come on, i can’t let you guys go on them without me!’

johnny insisted he wanted to go down first because he wanted to watch you

he definitely cheered afterwards

and you were only slightly embarrassed

if you try to chill out in one of the pools expect anyone of the guys to pull you off your floatie

they’ll either tip you off it from underneath

or dive on it with you to make it sink

after a few hours of fun you all agreed you needed some food

and jeff surprised you with a huge cabana for you all to relax in

johnny wasn’t sure if he could be more in love with you

when you were sat with half dried hair and sunglasses sat on your face

hints of sunburn on your skin despite all the sunscreen he insisted you needed

you catch him staring

he actually took off his sunglasses to look at you

‘you’re staring.’

‘can you blame me?’

the last thing you do is hit the wave pool

and let me tell you

it’s chaos

ryan and bam go right to the deep end to jump in

and you can see them from where you were clinging to each other once the waves start rolling in

you’re actually surprised you and johnny are the last ones standing amongst all the waves

dave and ehren are bickering in the background behind the two of you

about how deep they wanted to go

and you’re sure you see bam float right past you in one of the huge waves

not long followed by ryan

chris and steve o ended up following bam and ryan to the deep end because it looked fun

to you it looked like the best way to be thrown back towards the shallow end of the pool

so you and johnny were wading your way to the deep parts, jumping over the crashing waves

it got to a point that it was getting too deep for you

johnny’s a literal giant so he didn’t have that problem

and once the waves were getting bigger, his grip on you was tightening

until eventually you end up on his back, legs wrapped around his waist

‘i got ya, sweetheart.’

it’s one of his favorite memories

with his family

and you laughing like a mad woman in his ear

#johnny knoxville #jackass #knoxvilleforeverwriting #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville headcanons #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass headcanons #pj clapp #chris pontius #bam margera #ryan dunn #steve o #jeff tremaine #dave england #ehren mcghehey

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raccoonhearteyes · 2 years

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November 5th, 2018

There’s a beautiful girl asleep on Clarke’s apartment rooftop. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and she looks a little bit like a raccoon, but she’s still so pretty. She’s curled up on a patio lounge chair, shivering in her sweatshirt and snuggling a book of Sappho’s poems.

She’s torn between waking her up and leaving her to sleep, but on closer inspection her lips are starting to look a little blue and Clarke worries she’s hypothermic. She crouches down so she’s on eye level, softly running a thumb over the apple of her cheek. The girl mumbles something quietly, and Clarke repeats the motion, “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Clarke…no,” she mumbles again.

Did she just say my name? No, of course not. She’s just sleep talking. “Come on, sweetheart, wake up,” Clarke tries again, shaking her gently.

The girl shivers and sits up, a dazed look on her face as she tugs her sweater tighter around her shoulders. It’s a cold, cloudy morning. Not a day anyone would choose to come out to read, which suggests that this poor girl fell asleep here last night when the sun hung golden in the evening air, and the stars started to peek through the lights of the city.

“It’s freezing out here,” says Clarke, pulling the girl to her feet, “Come on.” Clarke doesn’t even think to question it. She finds a shivering girl on her roof, and decides it is her duty to warm her up and make sure she’s alright. Clarke tugs her towards the rooftop door and leads her down the stairs to her apartment. The girl follows in a sleep-addled daze.

Clarke’s apartment door swings open into chaos. “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting to entertain this morning,” Clarke tells her.

The girl quietly nods and says, “As long as the heat is on.”

Clarke starts flitting around the kitchen to make tea. She fishes two of her favorite mugs out of the cabinet above the counter, sprinkles a dusting of cinnamon onto the bottom to add an extra burst of warmth, and settles a tea bag in each.

Clarke leans back against the counter while waiting for their tea, and studies her guest. She watches her look around the apartment from her perch on the stool.

“You paint?” the girl asks, gesturing at the stacks of canvas and mugs full of brushes.

“I do,” wide smile spreading over her face, “Portraits mostly. Tasteful porn, my friend Raven calls it. But she just likes to watch me get defensive over it. I paint beautiful things. The lines and curves of the body are hidden by clothes, and I want to get the person’s full essence. There’s beauty in that vulnerability.”

She slides the mug over to her shivering damsel a moment later. Clarke watches the girl intently as she cups the mug with both hands and breaths in slow and deep and takes a sip, “Good, right? The secret is a dash of cinnamon.”

The girl’s lip quivers as she nods into her tea and takes another sip. “Can I look through some of your paintings?”

She flips through the canvases leaning on the nearest wall. Clarke just had some photos printed on some of them, others are paintings from her favorite coffee shop, and a few are models who sat for her. She pauses on a print of a naked back covered in a galaxy. The model’s face is too blurry to see.

“That’s one of my favorites actually,” Clarke adds, “You kind of look like her.”

The girl reddens and Clarke watches her swallow a lump in her throat. They have the same jawline.

“Don’t you know who she is?” the girl asks.

“Not really, I just remember painting on her, and the photos that resulted. Everything else just draws a blank. I guess I must have been really hyper-focused. Hopefully I paid her well because I clearly wasn’t a good conversationalist while I worked.”

Clarke’s voice dips lower, “That’s actually happened with more than one piece... I sold one back in September. It was my first major sale. Paid my rent for three months. I loved that piece, but I cannot for the life of me remember who she was. You remind me of that piece.”

She swallows and takes a few steps towards Clarke, “I do?”

Clarke puts a hand over her face. “God, that sounds like the worst pick up line in the world. I’m sorry. I’m going to go take a shower before I can embarrass myself even further.”

“I should probably get going anyway,” the girl responds.

Clarke bites her lip, “Do you have to?” She’s not sure why she says it. There’s something about the way this girl looks at her. The intensity to her gaze, how Clarke feels drawn to her like a sunflower seeking light.

The girl crashes their lips together, and while surprised, it’s not at all unwelcome as Clarke starts to kiss back in earnest.

It’s rougher than a first kiss should be. All teeth and tongue. Nipping at her neck like she’s trying to stake a claim. Hands are everywhere all at once, gripping so tightly, Clarke is sure she’ll have fingertip bruises on her hips and thighs tomorrow.

Clarke’s body reacts instantly, a flood to her core, a loud moan escaping her as she is pinned against her hallway wall. The girl hums in response, the vibrations carrying through Clarke’s chest and settling deep into her bones.

Hands don’t even fumble at the clasp of her jeans and are sliding through her moments later.

Why is she so good at this?

The girl starts gently, just teasing strokes while she licks a stripe up Clarke’s neck. Clarke’s starts to ask, “M--”, but her request for more is cut off by two fingers slipping inside her and setting a steady pumping pace.

Clarke’s head lolls back to thud against the wall. Her orgasm is already building quickly. It feels so good, but still Clarke needs more, and before she can think to verbalize it, a third finger is added to this maddening pace.

Why does she know exactly what I like without saying anything?

Clarke bites down on the shoulder in front of her, her own hands finding places that make the girl groan and stutter in her movements. Her jaw fits perfectly in Clarke’s hand when she pulls her down for a proper kiss.

Why does this feel so familiar?

Clarke grabs her free hand and tangles their fingers together. Her kiss is hungry, and Clarke meets her beat for beat, tugging roughly at hair, pressing closer, and closer. Clarke struggles to get air the way this girl is looking at her.

Why does she kiss me like she’s going to lose me?

Clarke’s almost over the edge with that look. One careful curl of fingers and Clarke breaks. It’s sudden and sharp and knocks the wind from her lungs, the ability to stand from her legs.

Clarke doesn't expect the gentle kiss on her cheek. Or the soft look in the girl’s eyes. When their eyes meet, she looks regretful, as if she’s apologizing, but for what Clarke isn’t sure.

Clarke doesn’t expect her own hand to reach up to tuck loose hair behind a tiny ear. Thumb tracing a strong jawline and guiding that mouth down to hers.

They fall into a tender kiss, one that feels out of place after the rough sex that just happened. It feels good. Safe, even. It feels right.

Before Clarke has time to fully dwell on that thought, she’s interrupted by a swift, “I have to go.” And suddenly there are feet of space between them. Her eyes look panicked and wild. Clarke fights the urge to chase her instead of letting her go.

#lexa #clexa #clexa au #clarke griffin #the invisible life of addie larue #also it’s on ao3 now

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 6 months

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Hello Burger friends!!

Warning, long sappy post ahead!

It is November first and officially the end of Flufftober 2023; this is the first time I’ve ever participated and I can’t believe I made it all the way through, thirty-one prompts in thirty-one days!

I really appreciate everybody whose been reading my fics all month and all the support, whether it be here on Tumblr, on discord, or leaving kudos or comments on ao3. I know I just joined the Bob’s Burgers fandom not that long ago and most of my fics have been posted during the month of October. I know a lot of them are silly and short, some were longer and I really fell in love with some of the stories I told, but they weren’t always well thought out. Some were even written in a few hours.

During the month of October, I focused on writing stories for myself. I really just wanted to get back into writing without the pressure to be “good.” So I spent this month getting back into doing what I love, falling in love with new characters and ships, and not worrying about things being perfect. I didn’t worry about heavy edits, using beta readers, or heavy research. I posted things I would have never posted even a year ago, for fear of being mocked and laughed at. I’ll admit, some of this work wasn’t my best, but it wasn’t the worst either - simply because I had fun. And all of you have been there supporting everything I’ve written, cheering me on, sharing ideas…the comments telling me I’ve made you ship tedmort! — that means the world to me! I can’t believe how at home you’ve all made me feel here and I appreciate each and every one of you and all the friends I’ve made over the course of the last few weeks.

I usually don’t beta my fics. Ive never had enough fandom friends to reach out to and rely on to do so (that have time to do it) so I mainly edit my fics myself. I will likely to continue to post unbeta’d fics after October but will certainly be working on my fics for more than a day, haha! Here’s where I put out there that if anybody would like to volunteer to beta anything of mine (I mostly post oneshots)

Anyway, thank you for the support through this month of literal chaos; I had a blast! I can’t wait to bring y’all more Tedmort! And frondbrose, and probably all kinds of other ships!

~ Caboose/Winds0fchange19

#caboose life #caboose writes

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Read Supportive Uncle Wayne Series Part 1 first :)

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Eddie and Steve slept for hours, while Wayne sat waiting. He kept a few crossword puzzles by his designated chair for the times he sat with Eddie, but this time, he couldn’t focus on anything but the way Steve and Eddie kept moving closer to each other in small ways in their sleep.

He’d considered waking Steve up a few times just so he didn’t have to watch his back and neck bend at such an impossible angle.

But god, he was resting.

Wayne wasn’t interrupting any sleep that boy got.

But he watched them both curl into each other incrementally, barely moving, yet always closer together every time Wayne looked at them.

Steve’s face was almost completely buried against Eddie’s “good” hip. If you asked Wayne, he didn’t have a good hip, he just had less stitches on one side.

Eddie’s right hand was placed in Steve’s on the bed, and his left hand was holding onto Steve’s hair for dear life. Like if he let go, Steve would disappear entirely.

From what Wayne knew of Steve so far, he wouldn’t be going anywhere unless he was physically forced.

Eddie’s body was relaxed, the drugs constantly flowing through the IV probably keeping him from experiencing any major pain. He had more stitches in his body than a sweater, and Wayne had no idea how he would heal physically or mentally from any of what happened.

But Wayne was honestly more worried for Steve.

Steve, the boy who had been exhausted since he was a small child, the boy who had refused medical care to make sure Eddie wasn’t alone or scared, the boy always secretly ready to let someone down.

He knew Richard Harrington. He knew how much of a showboat he was, how he never did anything unless it benefitted him personally or led to financial gain. Wayne even remembered shortly after Steve was born, he took an ad in the newspaper for a nanny who was willing to work ‘most days of the week and some nights, minimum wage, cooking and cleaning expected.’ Within a week, Richard and his wife Anne, were gone more than they were home.

Wayne wasn’t much for socializing or he probably would have caught Steve out and about with the nanny often. God knows Richard and Anne weren’t going to run errands.

But looking at the young adult in front of him, he had to think maybe it was a good thing Richard didn’t dig his claws in too deep. He knew if he had, Eddie would have been sitting alone right now, and Steve would be at some Ivy League college becoming something he didn’t even realize he didn’t want until it was too late.

Eddie visibly tensed, his body suddenly going rigid.

Steve was awake and fretting over Eddie before Wayne could even stand up from his chair.

“What hurts? Is it your side? I was hurting you wasn’t I? I’m sorry, Eds, really. I didn’t…”

“Steve. Please shut up. I wanted you there.”

Wayne noticed when Eddie spoke, his voice was raspy from disuse. He was still tense, but he was forcing a smile for Steve’s sake.

Wayne wasn’t having that. No matter how much Steve cared about Eddie, and Eddie cared about Steve, he wasn’t about to let either of them lie about their health.

“I’ll go get the nurse.”

Steve and Eddie both turned to look at Wayne when he spoke, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Oh, didn’t know you were here.”

Eddie was still forcing a smile, but now it was pointed at Wayne like he wouldn’t see how fake it was.

Like he didn’t know all of Eddie’s tells since he was 13 and trying to hide how scared he was about living with him.

Wayne didn’t respond, just left the room to grab Janet, who sat alone at the nurse’s station during calmer periods in the chaos.

He hurried back in while she got the doctor on staff to see that Steve was helping Eddie adjust himself a bit in bed.

“Damn bats, Jesus Christ!”

Eddie let out a loud yelp and Steve froze.

“What was that?”

“What wasn’t it at this point?”

Eddie was breathing heavily, and his heart monitor started beeping more frantically.

“Son, you need to sit still until the doctor gets in here.”

Wayne wasn’t about to watch him hurt himself more and it didn’t seem like Steve knew how to make it better or stop him on his own.

“My side hurts like this.”

“I think your side will hurt any which way you try to be.”

Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s cheek, gently turning his face so he was looking at only Steve.

“You can be still for a minute, right? For me?”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Yeah.”

Wayne’s jaw was practically on the floor.

He’d been in charge of Eddie for 7 years and had never once been able to get him to listen the first time. Not a single time.

Before he could say anything, the doctor came in, followed by a handful of nurses, including Janet.

Janet sent him a smile, but hurried over to stand next to the doctor at Eddie’s bed.

“Well, Mr. Munson. You sure are lucky.”

“I’ll feel a lot luckier when I’m not in pain.”

“Where does it hurt?”

Eddie glared at the doctor. Steve glared at Eddie.

“Mostly my side. My chest hurts a little and my left hip and leg are sore.”

“Your left side is in pretty rough shape. You’ve got about 298 stitches holding you together.” The doctor checked his pupils and his heart rate before continuing. “Go ahead and start another morphine drip, same dose as before.”

The doctor turned to Wayne.

“He’s probably going to sleep the next dose off over the next 24 hours, so you can head home. We’ll call if he wakes up earlier.”

The doctor turned to Steve, deep frown on his face.

“You, too. He needs rest.”

Steve was refusing to make eye contact with anyone at this point and Wayne was almost certain he knew why.

Steve’s father wasn’t known for being a particularly kind or loving man. One wouldn’t have to think too hard to come to the conclusion that he was harder on his son than anyone else. The doctor was speaking to him in a way that would have made Wayne’s hackles rise for Eddie, and they did for Steve too.

“I think Steve should stay.”

Wayne wasn’t going to let either of his boys go without each other if it meant they’d get some sleep.

“We do recommend that Eddie have very limited visitors.”

“If I may,” Janet spoke up. “Steve’s been here the entire time and it hasn’t affected Eddie’s sleeping. We can’t be everywhere all the time so it would be nice for someone to stay with him and come get us if he wakes up again.”

The doctor gritted his teeth together but gave a single nod before exiting the room. Most of the nurses followed behind while Janet made herself busy playing with the buttons on Eddie’s IV pole.

“Thanks Janet. What’s that doctor’s problem?” Wayne asked as he made his way to the bed.

“He came in while you were downstairs and saw the um, sleeping arrangement. He wasn’t too fond of you seeming so close.”

“We can be more careful,” Eddie mumbled, body slowly relaxing into the bed.

“Or he can just deal with it,” Janet shrugged.

She sent a wink to Steve, then turned to Wayne.

“He should be feeling a lot better now. Right Eddie?”

“This is way better than the stuff I have.”

Wayne shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile at his nephew’s antics.

“I won’t ask questions I don’t want the answer to,” Janet said as she walked out of the room. She turned to wave and then closed the door to give them all some privacy.

Wayne looked down at Eddie.

He was so pale. He’d lost so much weight in the last week, and he barely had any to give to begin with. His hair was dirty and greasy, and despite Steve and Janet giving his face and arms a wipe down, he still had dirt under his nails.

Wayne didn’t know the details of what happened. They said it was earthquake related, but he knew better. He knew if this was just an earthquake, Steve wouldn’t have stood guard by his bed for days on end.

He was just glad Eddie was alive and awake.

He placed a hand on his right shoulder.

“I’m glad to hear your voice, kiddo.”

Eddie’s eyes were glassy and his smile was much brighter than before when he responded.

“Glad you hear my voice, too. Have you met Steve? He’s my boyfriend. Or maybe not? I want him to be though. Do you think he likes me?”

Wayne looked over at a bright red Steve, then smiled down at Eddie.

“I think he likes you a lot, kid. You get some rest. Steve will still be here when you wake up, alright?”

“You too?”

“Sure.”

So Wayne stayed, and Steve stayed. Wayne watched them both as Eddie slept.

Steve didn’t fall back asleep. He looked like he needed to, but any time his eyes started to slip shut, he shook his head and widened his eyes trying to fight it.

“Steve?”

“Yes, sir?”

Wayne watched as Steve’s body curled in on itself defensively.

“None of that. You can call me Wayne.” When Steve nodded, Wayne continued. “Whoever you are to Eddie, I hope you know you’ve got me, okay? I know Eddie must like ya a whole lot for him to say any of what he did regardless of the drugs in his system. And you must like him a whole lot to not leave his side this long. But you gotta get some rest, son.”

“I take naps in the chair sometimes.”

“A nap ain’t rest. Especially not if you’ve been through war.”

“I…”

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m sure I shouldn’t know. But I been there. And I’m not lettin’ ya suffer the way I did when I came home.”

Steve’s eyes were watering and Wayne knew if he watched this boy cry, he’d be done for.

So when Steve’s first tear fell, Wayne got up and joined Steve on the other side of the bed, pulling him out of the chair and into his arms.

Steve was injured, and hadn’t had proper medical attention or pain medication, but he ignored it to fall apart in Wayne’s arms.

“That’s alright now. Let it out, son. Let it out.”

Wayne felt a tear fall down his own cheek. He couldn’t have possibly predicted this moment, but he knew he was meant to be in it.

He was meant to be here with Steve, providing something the boy needed for a long, long time.

He was meant to be someone for Steve the same way he was meant to be someone for Eddie.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #ao3fic #headcanon #tumblr drabbles #part two #Wayne is a good uncle #and he’s officially adopted Steve

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year

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When Chaos Met Love: Redemption

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

“You’re supposed to be doing amusement part things when you’re at Coney Island. Not supposed to sit on a bench and lurk on the passers-by,” Alec slides next to Magnus on the bench, maintaining a respectable amount of distance between the two, even though the urge, like always, has to just sit as close to the other man as possible. “It’s creepy.”

Magnus’s lips curl upwards slightly, “It’s creepy when insanely attractive people in black leather clothes lurk around. I lurk in style.”

It’s always easy to fall back into their usual banter, but something flashes across Alec’s face in an instant, and it hardens.

“Why did you call me here?”

Magnus sighs, knowing it’s not going to be easy to get Alec to understand. Not after all the pain he’s caused the man.

He turns his eyes towards the man and it seems like Alec has aged a decade in the past few weeks.

The beautiful shadowhunter seems so bereft of any hope in his face that it crushes against his chest.

“How are you doing, Alec?” Magnus asks, fully knowing the answer, waiting for Alec to scoff or chide at the question.

But none of that comes, only painful resignation in the man’s voice.

“I’m okay,” Alec replies, and Magnus almost wishes that the man had said something mean to him.

“Thank you for meeting me.”

“Have you really been coming to all the places for the entire week?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“I had to make amends.”

“You don’t,” Alec sighs. “I hurt you. You hurt me. we’re even.”

The words hurt more than Magnus could possibly imagine—the implication that the two of them keep scores now, on which one of them hurt the other better.

And that Magnus is winning.

A painful noise leaves his mouth at the words, and Alec tilts his head to look at him.

“Magnus? Are you okay?”

Stop being so good.

“I—I…” he tries and fails. “Yeah. I’m okay. You shouldn’t be asking me that. It should be the other way around.”

Alec gives him a sad smile, “I’ll always want to know how you’re doing, Magnus. I can’t help it.”

There’s a question at the top of his lips, and he doesn’t want to ask, but it escapes him regardless, “Are you still mad?"

That night outside the club, Alec sounded crushed and devastated.

It’s reasonable if Alec is still mad.

"There are a lot of things I feel right now but anger isn't one of them."

Three small kids, two boys and a girl probably under the age of 10, come running towards the bench where they sit and then apologise. “Sorry,” they mutter sheepishly and leave.

The girl, the youngest out of them, stays and pushes a flower in Alec’s hand before she leaves, and the action finally—finally pulls a smile on Alec’s face.

“Why aren’t you going on any rides? Parks aren’t built to talk,” the girl comments.

Alec chuckles at that and pulls her close, conspiringly, “He’s scared of rides so I’m keeping him company.” He replies, pointing towards Magnus.

Magnus smiles at that. Alec’s always been a little shit.

The girl giggles and then leaves a few seconds later. The second she leaves, so does the smile on Alec’s face, and Magnus is left with the shell of a man he created.

Then it’s suddenly too much, too much of everything—of pain, loneliness and guilt, and then he’s bursting in front of Alec.

“It wasn’t revenge.”

Alec raises an eyebrow.

“All the things I did. All of it. It wasn’t because I was mad at you for the Camille thing. That’s not why I did it.”

The shadowhunter should disagree with that, but he doesn’t. The words are entirely different from what Magnus expects.

“I figured.”

Magnus frowns in confusion, “What?”

Alec fidgets with his fingers as he speaks, “I might not know everything about you but I know enough. I know you, Magnus. You’re not cruel. You do not really believe in revenge. I figured that for whatever reason you did all of it, revenge couldn’t be one of them.”

He all but chokes at the words because there had been days in the past few weeks where he himself had convinced himself that he did it out of revenge.

But Alec always sees him.

“I thought that the man who let the woman who kidnapped and tried to kill him, raised Asmodeus to sacrifice him go couldn’t possibly hate me so much that he had to do all of this,” Alec continues, “or so I think.”

Losing any ability to control himself and craving to touch Alec, he takes his hand in his and squeezes it tightly, “I don’t hate you. I never did. You have got it all wrong and I—“

“Then why, Magnus?” Alec mumbles, “What could you have possibly gotten out of it? I have thought of so many possibilities but none of them make sense.”

They wouldn’t

Whatever you’re thinking wouldn’t make sense because you’ve always underestimated your place in my life.

“It doesn’t really make sense but I—“

Before he can finish, Alec clutches his hand and mumbles, “Ravener demons.”

Magnus’s eyes widen as it trails where Alec just pointed out.

The two of them run towards a secluded area so that they can glamour themselves. Magnus snaps his fingers and summons Alec’s bow and arrows, and the shadow hunter mutters a thank you.

“Stupid demons and their timings.”

“I’ll lure them out,” Alec announces and moves towards the raveners to lure them away from the crowd towards the back alley.

“You’re not going to call backup? There’s like dozens of them?” Magnus raises an eyebrow. It’s not that he thinks Alec and he can’t defeat the horde, but Alec usually calls backup in such situations.

“Don’t need to,” He replies and moves ahead. “Why? You scared?”

Magnus rolls his eyes, fully knowing Alec is challenging him and taking the bait.

It’s been a while since they have fought together anyways.

He straightens his coat, and in an instant, blue sparks fly from his fingers.

He throws a ball of magic at the demon ahead and watches as it splinters across. Alec rolls his eyes and launches three arrows at once, hitting all three in the right places.

“Show off!”

More ravagers demons appear suddenly, and Alec groans before jumping towards them.

Magnus opposes the idiocy.

Alec is always competent in the field, but there’s a reckless quality to the way he runs headrest into danger right now, as if he doesn’t really care about the consequences, and the realisation acts like ice-cold water over him.

A ravener demon rushes towards Alec, but Magnus yells and attacks it before it can reach the shadow hunter.

“Alexander!!!”

Alec turns at the name and frowns at Magnus before continuing to attach the rest of the demons.

The next fifteen minutes are quite possibly the longest fifteen minutes of his life, spent entirely focused and shouting at Alec—asking him to not act like an idiot.

When all the demons are vanquished, Magnus breathes heavily and clutches Alec by his sweater and pulls him against himself, “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

The shadowhunter has the audacity to look confused, “What?” “What the hell was that, Alec? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I was trying to kill those demon and save everyone else’s ass.”

There’s a fire in Alec’s eyes, and it mirrors his own. He’s still breathing heavily at the implication of what Alec’s been doing.

It’s not very Alec-y.

It’s something Jace used to do.

Before everything.

When he cared a little about his life.

“That wasn’t you saving anyone’e ass. If I wasn’t here, you’d be dead ten times over,” He yells, his face entirely too close to Alec, still clutching onto his sweater.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Alec says sharply.

“My problem?”

“Yes. Why the fuck do you even care?”

Magnus is taken aback at the question—at all the accusations of him not caring about Alec and he finally—-finally speaks his truth.

“You fucking moron, why do I care?” He groans and gently shoves at Alec’s chest, “All I do is care about you.”

Alec let out a laugh at that, “Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

He raises a hand to stop Alec, “I love you. I am so in love with you that it has driven me insane and made me into this person I don’t recognise anymore.” Magnus watches Alec’s eyes widen at the words, “I have been doing all these shitty things, ruining your dates and threatening people so that they can’t come close to you, all because I cannot stomach the idea of you being with anyone else.”

He creates some distance between them, running his hands through his hair in frustration, not finding the right words. Something beautiful, something poetic to express all the love he has inside of him for Alec.

“If you or anyone thinks I did it because of revenge then you couldn’t be more wrong. There is not a single bone in my body that could ever hate you and neither do I want to. It didn’t matter how painful being away from you has—I would never want that love to be turned into hate. I love you. I loved you a year ago when we were the happiest in Paris, and I loved you six months ago when I broke up with you and I love you right now and I know it in my heart that as long as I have magic in my veins, I will love you, Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”

When he finishes, he’s breathing heavily, suddenly exhausted of all the feelings, but there’s also relief coursing through him.

It had been so hard to pretend to not be in love with Alec Lightwood.

“You can forgive me for what I did or not. But don’t you ever dare do something like this again in the field. Because if something ever happened to you, it would break more than just my heart.”

There’s pin-drop silence for a moment—for a lot of moments.

Before Alec finally speaks, “You love me?”

everyone go say thank you to anh for this chaotic series @carelessflower

PART VIII

#okay its happy ending homies #these idiots are back together i might do a last part or might not #everyone say thank u to anh #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fics

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