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Summary: during a mission gone wrong, one of the members of the team gets injured.

Warnings: angst, canon typical violence, building collapsing, severe injuries, hearing loss, probably incorrect medical stuff

Word Count: 947

Prompt: Red Alert, Distress Call, Panic Attack

A/N: day 1 of Whumpril 2023 by @whumpril

Red alert was reserved for serious situations. It was hardly used, but that doesn’t go to say that it has never been utilised.

When one member of the team went missing after their last mission, they all anxiously held their breath.

They were in a forest. The base they inflated blown to smithereens. She could have just been hiding out in the forest for some reason, they had hoped. But everyone knew that was highly unlikely.

Steve sprinted to the jet to make sure she didn’t already make her way there as the rest looked through the rubble. Tony had FRIDAY on it the second they realised they were missing a person. Redwing was also on the lookout. Bucky didn’t even make one of his usual snide remarks about it. They were all too focused on finding their teammate.

She knew she didn’t have much time left. And that was why she was sprinting as if her life depended on it. It did, in hindsight.

She didn’t see the Hydra agent until he had his arms around her.

Grunting, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to loosen his grip. Using that to her advantage, she twisted out of his grasp and clocked him in the jaw before landing a kick to his torso.

With the agent out of the way, she began running to the exit. She was so close.

It all happened so fast. There was a blinding light and a ringing in her ears. She crouched and covered her ears screaming in pain. She could feel the ground shake around her as her breaths began to shorten. Not now, not now! She had thought. She couldn’t have a panic attack whilst a building was collapsing on her. She had to find a way to get out.

Small pieces of rubble began to pour down on her like rain. She dreaded what would follow.

Trying to make her way out proved futile as the ceiling came crumbling in on her. She screamed and cried in the fetal position, covering her head as best she could. Jagged pieces of rock fell on her and sent searing pain through her body. She had never felt anything as terrible, and she had been through a lot. Looking up, she could tell that the rock above her was just one movement away from coming down and crushing her body.

Her breaths were uneven as the claustrophobia settled in. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She was going to die.

When everything had settled, she could barely hear some buzzing near her ear. Gently turning her head, she saw her comm lying next to her. She practically cried out in relief. When she tried to move her right arm, it was completely stuck. She didn’t even notice that a chunk of the ceiling had fallen onto her arm. Tears gathering in her eyes, she instead used her left hand to grab the device.

Never had the team been so grateful to get a distress call. Just hearing her voice brought immense relief to the team. She wasn’t dead. She was alive.

“We’re gonna find you, just hang in there.”

She didn’t know if she could. The world was getting dark and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. She could barely hear anything over the ringing that was still in her ears—that was normal right? Everyone could hear that too, right?

When she woke up she could barely hear the beeping of the heart monitor. A nurse came in, but all she could register was her lips moving. It sounded as though she was underwater, trying to hear what the nurse was saying.

The nurse must have asked her something because she had an expectant look on her face. She wanted to answer, but she had no clue what was asked. This terrified her. Was she going to be like this forever? Was she never going to hear normally again.

The next movements of her lips were familiar, her name. The nurse repeated it a few times before calling in a doctor.

Panic gripped at her heart. What would she do now? She relied on sound for so much. She couldn’t live without music. How would she survive like this? She couldn’t breathe. Suddenly the walls were closing in on her and she felt the phantom pain of the ceiling crushing her all over again. Tears were streaming down her face and she hadn’t even realised how loud she was being.

Then she saw Steve followed by Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Natasha. Steve was quick to grab her hand and place it on his own heart. Taking in deep breaths so she could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Natasha and Clint were talking with the doctors, something serious—no doubt about her—that she couldn’t even hear.

A napkin was how she had learned that the explosion had ruptured her ear drum and she probably would never gain her hearing back. It was also how she discovered that they had to do intense surgery on her arm and it will probably never function the same again.

And just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she was informed that she would probably not be able to walk unassisted ever again. It crushed her soul. Her whole life she had relied on the things she had just lost. What would her life be without them? What would the point of living be?

They all assured her that they’d be with her every step of the way. That they’d care for her and make sure she was well taken care of. It was the least they could do.

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yours-truly-darling · 2 months

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TW: very few gruesome details (quite minor imo)

It has been twelve years since the death of Amano Miyu, Gojo Satoru's classmate and a close friend. Her death wasn't one of accident either. More of convenience than anything else. No one really knows the real story, they just know what they were able to deduce based on the condition her body was found in. Amano clan denied any involvement, but it's fairly known that the other clans still blamed them. Amano Miyu was a very promising sorcerer, many thought she might become just as strong as Gojo Satoru. Miyu had expressed her distain for the jujutsu sorcerer job many times and had done it very publicly.

That's one of the main reasons Amano clan is thought to have killed her. Amano clan is probably, out of all the bigger clans, the most proud to be jujutsu sorcerers, so they can't stand to have any of their family against sorcery. She never wanted any part in it, as she herself always said "I'm here very unwillingly. I don't want to be able to do what I do."

There's been other theories surrounding her death. There's sorcerers that think she committed suicide. But that theory has pretty much been proven to be incorrect, based on the injuries she sustained. None of them even remotely suggested her having self-inflicted them.

The third theory is that she is not actually dead. Now that is a theory very few believe in. Many want to believe in it, but there's just too much evidence against it. Out of those who want to believe, Gojo Satoru is probably the one who wants it the most. The day he found Miyu's lifeless ice-cold body, covered in deep gashes still haunts his dreams and daydreams to this day. Every time he falls into a daydream or closes his eyes, he sees her usually bright green eyes now dimmed and clouded over staring right back at him. He has come to terms with it now, but it doesn't mean he doesn't miss her every single day of his life. Everything he does, he connects back to Miyu.

He has some sweets and thinks 'Miyu would've liked this as well'. She had just as big of a sweet tooth as Satoru, she often brought more sweets with her, just to give some of them to him. Or he exorcises a curse and thinks 'Miyu hated this job, but oh how perfectly she did it every single time'. She hated it because she felt like a toy to the higher-ups. Or Satoru teaches the students thinking 'Miyu understood how to do what was explained to her immediately and executed it perfectly'. Or when he wears his sunglasses, he's reminded of how much Miyu loved that look on him, he always remembers how she touched his hair, running her hands through it and said through a giggle "You look so good, 'Toru."

He never realized it when she was alive, but Gojo Satoru was madly in love with Amano Miyu.

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A/N: hiiii *imagine the most low-key hi ever* anyways I was bored... no actually i'm so far behind with the manga that i just now found out that gojo dies (。﹏。*) soo uhm, yeah i wanted to hurt him back, since i did just cry for a solid hour over his death

don't know if I'll continue this... uni is kicking my ass soooo i'll probably forget abt it for a solid three months or so (might post this on my very secret wattpad account as well. not sure tho;) )

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk #gojo x oc #satoru x oc

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suvidrache · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes | Brahms and Peepaw Michael

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 330 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Brahms: Change is inedible.

Peepaw/Michael: Don’t you mean inevitable?

Brahms, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Brahms: I’ve already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Peepaw/Michael: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Brahms, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Peepaw/Michael: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Brahms: Peepaw/Michael…

Peepaw/Michael: Oh no, ‘Peepaw/Michael’ in b-flat.

Peepaw/Michael: You’re disappointed.

Brahms: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Peepaw/Michael: I beg to differ

Brahms: Then Beg

Brahms: petition to remove the ’d’ from Wednesday

Peepaw/Michael: Wednesay

Brahms: Not what I had in mind, but I’m flexible

Brahms: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Peepaw/Michael: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Brahms: I am not out of control! I’m a law abiding citizen!

Peepaw/Michael: Really? Name one law

Brahms: Don’t kill people?

Peepaw/Michael: That’s on me. I set the bar too low.

Brahms, trying to cheer Michael up: Things could be worse, you know!

Peepaw/Michael: How?

Brahms: How what?

Peepaw/Michael: How could they be worse?

Brahms: They couldn’t, I lied.

Peepaw/Michael:

Brahms: What’s up? I’m back.

Peepaw/Michael: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Brahms: Death is a social construct.

Michael: I’m going to take you out

Brahms: great, it’s a date!

Michael: I meant that as a threat.

Brahms: See you at five!

Brahms: Here’s some advice

Peepaw/Michael: I didn’t ask for any

Brahms: Too bad. I’m stuck here with my thoughts and you’re the only one who talks to me

Tag list: @fluffy-little-demon / To join my tag list apply here!

#brahms heelshire headcanons #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire #brahms headcanons #brahms x michael #michael myers halloween #michael myers headcanons #michael myers imagine #michael myers x brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #halloween 1978 #halloween imagine #halloween headcanons #peepaw michael myers

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faggot-friday · 2 years

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names

alex ;; artie ;; atlas ;; arrow ;; autumn ;; ajax ;; aspen ;; august ;; andie ;; andromeda ;; achilles ;; astraea ;; astatine ;; asteroid ;; altair ;; antique ;; azure ;; apollo ;; alliance ;; cryptid ;; reef ;; superstition

pronouns

ae/aer ;; fae/faer ;; ze/hir ;; xe/xem ;; ce/cer ;; fi/fire ;; flare/flare ;; ey/em ;; tor/torch ;; sta/star ;; lun/lunar ;; he/hymn ;; ke/kem ;; ich/ichor ;; he/they aux

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kotlc ;; riordanverse ;; toh ;; nevermoor ;; osemanverse ;; amphibia ;; heartbreak high ;; wednesday ;; tgp

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aesks ;; aesk game ;; save ;; love ;; queue should have raised a baby girl ;; tag game ;; picrew ;; picrew chain ;; important ;; info ;; music ;; artblr ;; writeblr ;; mayhaps i should pin it ;; for when i’m down

important links

special comma you can put in tags ;; art request form ;; poetry request form ;; pride flag request form ;; pronoun page ;; teoeb masterpost ;; fun websites! (none of the links are jumpscares) ;; secret dashboards ;; my ao3 ;; my wattpad ;; marellinh week collection ;; kotlc discord server ;; the nine delights ;; tag searcher ;; second kudos

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#i can never remember my mutuals tags so imma just put 'em hither and hope for the best #okay so i figured out how to link things in my bio and now i can make a funny humour pinned post and still have navigation!! woohoo go me!!

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untilsfe · 2 years

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Greetings everyone!

This blog have become something serious recently, therefore, I guess I should say some things.

This is kind of an art blog and sometimes a rebblogging mess of fanart and memes about all of my Fandoms & interests. I have seasons. So, help yourselves with the content of your election.

**English is not my first language, dismiss me of any grammatical errors.

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You can ask me anything, but consider, if you have already asked me something, be patient. I have a pet to love, homework to do, movie nights with family and I also love to sleep. Have always in mind I live in procrastination. But I will try to answer as fast as possible!

About my art work, clarifications:

>Don't repost my artwork unless you give me credits.

>Also, don't erase my signature, please. I worked really hard on drawing all of these, don't steal that from me.

>The only person that can use my art on Wattpad and other platforms is me. Please, avoid doing Tiktoks and covers with my art. Edits are good tho.

>Don't do spam

>I can draw headcanons and incorrect quotes if someone wants one.

>I only would draw ships I like.

>Only fluff, funny jokes, not gore, maybe angst, it depends.

>Right now I'm not doing commissions. In there future. Maybe I will.

**It is on me if i decide to make a request or not, if I deny to, I hope you to understand

That's all for now, thank you for reading.

—Untilsfe

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hogwarts-is-my-wonderland · 2 years

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Secrets of the Innocent

“What if he were innocent?” Nightmares have been plaguing Anya Barton’s dreams as she deals with the fallout of her previous year at Hogwarts. Meanwhile, mass-murderer Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban to hunt down Harry Potter. Unfortunately for both Anya and Harry, Black is the one puzzle capable of explaining the circumstances behind Cassie Barton’s death.

(The Barton Saga, Book Three) (slight OC/Harry Potter)

Warning: Rated T for language, violence, vague mentions of adult themes such as psychological abuse, toxic relationships, incorrect suspicions of attempted suicide, and depression. Please read at your own discretion. Feel free to message me for more details.

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Chapter Seventeen│Speculating the Past

I dragged Harry back to Hogsmeade powered only by spite. I was heartbroken and furious, and in this case, anger won. So I held his fingers in a vice-like grip that just tightened the more my hand sweat. I had no doubt I was leaving bruises, but Harry didn't complain. Harry didn't say a word, period.

A silent Harry wasn't a bad thing. He was naturally quiet. But with the invisible cape covering him, I couldn't tell if it was a 'good quiet' or a 'bad-about-to-explode quiet'. He could have an outburst anytime now, and the whole town would know he was here. Sirius Black would see he was here, so close to touch—

But the streets were sparse, with no one to laugh or give us—me—a second glance. The snowstorm had grown violent. No one in their right mind would be roaming until it calmed down.

I was leading past Honeydukes when Harry tugged my hand.

"Here?" I said loudly—who would hear but him, anyway?

Honeydukes was filled to the brim, from what I could see through the frosted glass. Darkened by the storm but still colorful, it was hard to believe the sweet shop had a secret passage that led back to Hogwarts. How many students had discovered it throughout the years? Or was it just Harry's good luck at work?

"Yes."

He tried to tug his hand free. I hesitated before letting go.

LINKS: (ffn) (wattpad)

#ocapp #oc: anya barton #fd: harry potter #fic: secrets of the innocent #thebartonsaga #anya barton #mirage writes

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incorrectwattpad · 2 years

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There Is a Horse Outside My Window

#incorrect wattpad covers #fanfic #ty ty!#horse #horse girl

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lornamotionless · 2 years

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In The Black - A Chris Motionless Fanfiction - Read on Wattpad & Quotev

I have my first fanfiction out now on Quotev and Wattpad, read the first five chapters today!

I'll try to update the story as often as possible and there may be a few typos or grammar errors.

WARNINGS/NOTES (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO BE READ):

Some events may be untrue (This may or may not happen I do not know yet)

Some things may be triggering (Such as mentions of drug use, suicide, self harm, and indications/mentions of sex)

This will have mild swearing throughout the story

Recomended for 13+

More chapters will be added until the story is completed.

Any lyrics and the band members of any bands mentioned or used do NOT belong to me!

This fanfiction is readable without a Quotev or Wattpad account. It is on no other websites yet.

DO NOT comment if any events did not happen or a detail is incorrect.

Peronalities may be slighlty or completely altered.

Credits go to @lilith-vail747 for the amazing cover art! Quote is from "Another Life" by Motionless In White!

Expect some typos/grammar errors.

Story fully written, created, and summarized by me(@adrienne-570).

SUMMARY:

Aleyda and Chris start out as friends, but when Chris blurts our four words is Aleyda willing to stay with him until she can't bare it? Or will she stay only friends with him and have a small conversation every once in a while. The obstacles they go through can break them up….who will crack first and leave, or will no one? "Time is the enemy"

Cover art by @lilith-vail747

#chris motionless #adrienne-570 #miw band #motionless in white #miw #Fan fiction #fanfic #fanfiction #Aleyda Maen #Ricky Olson #Ryan Sitkowski #Justion Morrow #Vinny Mauro #Chris Cerulli #Christopher Cerulli #Quotev #wattpad

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flaray25 · 2 years

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Hello! <3

Since you mentioned that your ask box is always open, I wanted to drop a question! Are you currently working on some more squidbob fics? :) Because all your sb AUs are so interesting and I'd love to hear more about them! (Especially the "Squid Plus One" story!)

@cry-baby139

Hey there Ellie thank you for asking!!! And my answer is... Yes! I am clearly working on drafted fics on my wattpad! (I dont use ao3) But i havent got any good ideas on Squidbob shots so im continuing on making drafted fics such as

"An Unforgettable Friendship" which is a Plankton x Krabs fanfiction but i havent really published that yet.

And "The princess of my dreams" A fanfic of Patrick x Mindy that is totally still drafted still. Its a story where Mindy's father king neptune arranged a marriage from some other prince. But mindy doesnt want to marry the guy he never liked. Because her heart belongs to patrick.

"This is us!" Covered au of Spongebob as Robert and Squidward as Edward. (Just a work from job at the building somesort-)

"When will i see you again?" An au where Spongebob died and became ghostbob. Spongebob's death after talking to squilliam and him openingup to spongebob. He didnt noticed the boatmobile speeding. Spongebob pushed him aside from last second and died.

"Wish we never met!" Drafted fic. AU of Spongebob having an ex boyfriend just like Squidward's on the past. (This will include greenie (Greenie is a character made from Pancaketiffy because i would think it is obvious that greenie is from abrassive side episode) and also Spongebob's three Siblings. "Wait did you just say SIBLINGS?" Yes i did. Three siblings. 2 brothers one is younger than him. And the other is older than him. And 1 sister.

And now there is Spongetale. An au of where Spongebob is a knight, Patrick as a poet, and Squidward is a prince. (I have 1 drafted fic there.) But i have alot of typos/incorrect keyboard types there so you can read it whenever you like.

And i was planning definitely on making the 2 aus ive drew.

AU of extra ordinary. Just where Spongebob in his first freshman college. (Patrick and him are room mates. So they both have their friendship together for years.) He met Squidward at art class and tries to talk to him in music class. Mindy(the princess) is the principal's daughter. Sandy and the others well still gonna hide them. Planning up something.

Also the one called ZU Zombie Universe is really special so i have to plot up the concept there first.

And about the squid plus one continuation (non origin.) I will not do it in the fic. It is better for me to do it in comics sooo yesh.

And the future other au well... i'd think of making it too although yes i meed a plot for that to add myself.

(Cool fascinating dolphin ideas lol. But really havent continued them. I really wish i could but i have exams coming up and this is the last quarter. If my vacation starts i will gladly continue doing those drafts and plot up a concept in ZU)

(Im thinking of a second sequel in "We dont have alot in common" wdhalic is where Squilliam appears.)

#thanks for asking!#cry baby139 #spongebob #squidbob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #spongeward #writing #spongebob au #squidward tentacles #patrick star #princess mindy #plabs

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cricket-reader · 11 months

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Hi!

If it's not too much trouble, I would really like to see a part 2 of "Side of the Road"

Hope you're having a good day!

I would love to (sorry it’s so late)! Hope you are having a good day as well

Side of the Road (2)

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Summary: the mystery woman is rushed to the infirmary. Now only one question matters: will she make it out alive?

Warnings: probably incorrect medial info/jargon, needles, hypothermia, injury, near-death incident

Word Count: 886

Series Masterlist | Part 1

Exiting the vehicle, Bucky gently picked up the woman covered in their winter jackets. The cool wind nips at the woman in Bucky’s arms. She shivers and unconsciously nuzzles closer to Bucky, seeking his furnace-like warmth. His stone cold heart breaks hearing the little whimpers she lets out. Wasting no time, Bucky rushes her inside to the heat.

Pepper is waiting at the door and catches a glimpse of the trembling woman covered in coats. Her attention is diverted when her inebriated boyfriend stumbles through the door. Muttering under her breath, Pepper drags Tony to bed.

Sam and Steve are hot on Bucky’s heels as he makes his way to the infirmary.

The group startle Dr. Cho, who has been busy working on Avenger’s paperwork. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing the young woman in Sergent Barnes’s arms. Helen shoots up from her seat and rushes over to the woman. “Barnes, set her on the table, take off those jackets. Wilson, get me Banner. Rogers, get me some blankets and a warm compress from the med kit” she rattled off, quickly washing her hands.

Bucky removed the coats from her body, his heart breaking as the woman moaned in protest. She tried to get the, now wet, coats back from him, but Bucky threw them aside. Cho grabbed a few towels and threw them at Bucky, ordering him to dry her body off. It was still damp from the snow she was lying in. Helen wasted no time in hooking up electrodes to her body to get the cardiac monitor set up. She is relieved to see the green spikes followed by the infamous beeping of the monitor. The woman has a pulse, albeit weak.

Sam returns with Bruce striding into the room. Sam had explained the whole situation to him on the way there. “Banner! Get me a warm saline solution now!”

Bruce hustles to get the solution as Steve enters the room with a mountain of blankets he could find nearby. Cho tells him to help her envelop the patient’s body in the blankets, needing to insulate her body to prevent further heat loss.

Dr. Banner returns with the solution and a kit. He quickly yet efficiently washes his hands and puts on clean medical gloves. He hangs the bag and fills the tubing with the saline solution. Taking her arm out from under the blankets, he secures a tourniquet above the vein he’s going to insert the solution into. Bruce cleans the skin before inserting the plastic tube into the vein using a needle. Once the needle and tube are in, he removes the needle and unsecures the tourniquet. Taping the tube in place, Banner wraps the area with Coban to ensure that the patient wouldn’t try to remove the line when she wakes up. He looks to Cho for further instructions when he’s done wrapping her arm.

“We need an ECG when her vitals are stable. Get a finger-stick glucose, I think she might be hypoglycaemic. We need to prepare for a CMP too.”

“You got it, boss.”

Dr. Banner returns with the supplies needed hastily. He takes the patient’s left arm, his brows furrowed, and inserts the small needle into her vein to draw some blood. “I’ll take the blood to the labs to process the CMP, I trust you can handle the finger-stick?”

“I’ve got it.”

As Helen predicted, her glucose levels are below 70 mg/dl. It doesn’t surprise her given how malnourished the woman looks. She would just have to monitor her levels closely.

“She has some injuries on her back too,” Bucky informs her, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He wants to help, he needs to do something to help her.

“I know, I saw them. I was planning on putting her in the cradle as soon as her vitals are stable.”

“Is she… gonna make it?” Steve questions, breaking the silence in the room. Cho sighs, worry-lines etched into her face. She isn’t sure quite yet. It’s hard to tell until she can get her body temperature back to normal.

“I don’t know yet. Where did you guys find her?”

“It seems like she was just dumped on the side of the road on the way to the compound. We don’t know where she could have come from in a state like this.”

“Who would do something like this?” Helen mutters, tears threatening to form in her eyes. As a medical professional, she didn’t often cry during work, especially in a patient’s room, but just thinking of how horrible the situation overwhelmed her. She honestly doesn’t know how this woman is still alive. With wounds like those and being left in the cold so vulnerable, she should probably be half-dead.

Bucky just watches in silence. As if on repeat, the moment from the car plays in his head. It really bothers him. The more he thinks about it, the worse it is. Disgust churns in his gut, twisting violently. Just what exactly has this poor woman been through?

All four of them stay in the room, keeping close watch over the woman. Her heart rate is slowly elevating and her temperature is normal. That’s a good sign, at least. When her body temperature is stable, Helen puts her in the cradle.

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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger)

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them

- ok, end of POV -

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained

but also- what does he do now?

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao)

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’ ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘)

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow

he’s v overprotective though

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

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marsbutterfly · 2 years

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Would you be willing to do a part 2 of rather be? The reader taking care of them after top surgery (as they are in recovery) or the reader cutting their hair or helping them pick out the right binder. Love love love your work

a/n: Hell yeah. I was hoping somebody would request a part 2 because I already had the entire plot in my head. Thank you for requesting. I want to give a shout out to charly (@kazuk3n ) for teaching me about binders and the measurements necessary, thank you. <3

Anyone Else

Summary: Ever since they came out, you have been doing any and everything to make Hanji feel loved and accepted.

Warnings: Gender Dysphoria.

Part 1 | Wattpad! | AO3!

It’s been a few months since Hanji first came out to you as non-binary. The tears that shined so brightly in their eyes that day are still fresh in your memory so you have been reminding them, day after day, how much they mean to you.

For the past few weeks, Hanji had been complaining of pain in their ribs. It doesn’t matter what position they are lying in, they will always gasp lightly when shifting or flinch when you touch their skin a little too roughly.

So the next time they are changing their clothes, you decide to ambush them and ask what is going on.

“Are you ok?” You inquire and finally your eyes land on the bruises that are a mixed color of purple and green. It covers their skin and you finally realize why you haven’t seen Hanji without a shirt on for the past few days. “Did someone beat you? What happened?”

A noticeable blush begins to spread across their face and they bring their hand to the back of their neck, scratching the surface quickly while avoiding your curious and concerned eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just really sore.” Hanji replies, “I’ve been using ace bandages or duct tape to bind my chest for the past few weeks and it keeps backfiring.”

“Baby, that is such a bad idea.” You say, pity in your eyes as your fingertips brush against the bruises. “It will constrict your ability to breathe and bruise you super badly.”

“I fucked up.” They reply, tears forming in their eyes as they look in the mirror. You stand behind them, hands wrapping around their waist and pulling them closer to your body. “It really hurts.”

You begin to nuzzle your face against their back, kissing their skin in the process. The smell of their body awakens butterflies that lay dormant in your stomach and you feel tingles forming in the back of your brain.

Suddenly, an idea lights up in your brain like a Christmas tree. You allow Hanji to fall away from your reach and rush outside the room, desperately looking for a small measuring tape you keep in the living room drawer.

Hanji doesn’t say anything, instead they attempt to take care of the open wounds caused by the incorrect materials they had been using. They gently pick the adhesive off of their skin, grunting quietly in the process due to the pain.

Their vision is clouded by the tears that so selfishly fall down their cheeks but upon hearing your rushed footsteps towards the room, Hanji wipes them away in an attempt to put themselves back together for you.

A measuring tape in hand, you try to flash them your brightest smile.

“What is that for?” They ask and you unravel the object, gently tugging on it and feeling the cold sensation that comes from it.

“We’ll measure your chest and get you a proper binder.” You reply and their tears intensify. Concerned that you did something wrong, you touch Hanji’s shoulder and finally get them to look up at you and, instead of a sad face, their tears of sadness have been replaced by that of joy.

“Do you even know how to do it?” They stutter around their words, rushing their index finger under their nose to stop any snot that tries to come out.

“I’ve been doing some research, I think I can do this.” You say, confident in your abilities. So Hanji simply nods and turns back to the mirror, awaiting your instructions.

You move your lips from side to side, trying your hardest to remember the words on the website.

“Ok, so first of all, we need to take the first measurement, which I’m pretty sure is the underarm.” You say, shifting the tape around and placing it just above where their breast tissue begins, just below their armpit.

“How should I stand?” Hanji asks, giggling softly as a result of the contact between the tape and their skin.

“Just how you normally would.” You reply, wrapping the tape all the way around their chest. Once you are done, you allow one of the ends of the tape to fall to the ground. A pencil in your dominant hand, you scribble the numbers on a piece of paper.

“What comes next?” Hanji asks, euphoric. They can barely remain still, always moving the tip of their toes or swinging their arms around carefully enough not to hit you.

“Now we do the largest part of your chest.” You point to the area around their torso, your fingers brushing against their skin as you mentally draw a line of where the tape is supposed to go through.

Dramatically, Hanji takes a deep breath and holds it in for as long as you move the tape around their skin. You laugh at their gesture which earns a genuine smile out of them.

“You don’t have to do that, you dummy.” You say and they let all the air go in the form of a laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up the measurements.” They say and a low gasp makes its way past their lips once the tape goes through their nipples. Before writing down the numbers, you plant a kiss in between their breasts.

“I love you.” You say and they whisper the exact same words back in response. “Now we measure directly underneath your breast tissue.”

You write down the numbers and finally walk around them to get their shoulder measurements. It takes less than five minutes to get everything you need and, once you are done, the two of you rush towards the computer that sits on the bed.

When you turn it on, it immediately opens a tab with the website you had chosen to use to buy Hanji a proper binder.

“I was going to give you one for our anniversary. I didn’t realize how badly you were struggling, I’m sorry.” You say, looking at their beautiful brown eyes and, in response, they take your face into their hands before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“It’s ok, love.” Hanji says and you purse your lips, silently asking them for a kiss and they quickly oblige. It’s a fast, small kiss but filled with love nevertheless. Once you open your eyes once more you find yourself in a trance of some sort, hypnotized by Hanji’s orbs.

“Why are you looking at my eyes like that?” They inquire and you smile.

“Because they look like freshly made coffee on a cold December morning.” You reply, “It's addicting.”

Upon hearing your words, you notice that a deep blush begins to spread around their cheeks and their eyes part ways with yours as they look away in embarrassment. You place your hand on their head, shifting it around to mess with their bangs when an idea suddenly pops into your mind.

“I have a present for you!” You say, unable to hide your excitement. Hanji raises their chin and their head immediately snaps back to look at you.

“You don’t need to give me anything.” They say, a smirk on their lips and a face that could make your heart melt in an instant.

“But I want to give it to you.” You reply, standing up from the bed and rushing towards the living room once more. Hanji patiently awaits in the room while curiously hearing as you ramble through the place, looking for something.

“Y/N?” They say loudly but in vain since you do not respond. They are left alone with their own imagination, wondering what it could be that you are so eager to show them.

Rushed footsteps enter the room and you hold a small envelope in your hands. Quickly, you plop on the bed once more, the biggest smile on your face before you hand the paper case to them.

Inside, there are several $100 bills, $3.000 total to be exact. Their eyes widen in a way you have never seen before, a mixture of confusion as to why you are giving them all that money and excitement for they have never seen such a large amount in cash.

“We all pitched in: Moblit, Erwin, Levi, Nanaba and Miche. It’s not enough but we’ve started to put money aside to get you a top surgery for Christmas so you won’t have to hurt yourself with duct tape or ace bandages anymore.”

Hanji doesn’t say anything. At first, they simply allow the tears to stream down their face onto their hand, nearly falling on the money but missing it just barely. Words are not enough to describe the emotions that are going through their head at the moment.

“This is… I can’t… I…” They attempt to start several sentences but are unable to finish even a single one. So you simply wrap your arms around their neck, pulling them as close to you as physically possible at the moment.

“You deserve it, baby” You say and the feeling of their tears intensifies.

Hanji is unable to produce any words so you simply allow them to cry into your shoulder, stroking their hair in the process and that reminds you of the next step.

What that might be? Taking Hanji to a hair salon and getting them the hairstyle they have always dreamt about.

They deserve it.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: your relationship with Wanda gets a little bumpy when her work life crosses over with your personal life.

warning/s: implied kidnapping, mentions of anxiety

author's note: so the ‘i love you’ confession was actually inspired by an incorrect quote on @aquamarinescarlet’s page! i thought it would be cute aha

It was two months into our relationship when I knew I'd fallen in love with Wanda. I can't remember the exact moment when it hit me – I guess it had happened gradually over time – but I remember the embarrassing moment when I told her.

She'd brought me as her date to an Avengers party thrown by Tony Stark. I'd been to one of them before, about a month into dating her, as she'd wanted me to meet her friends from work AKA the freakin' Avengers. They were actually really great and (somewhat) humble people. I didn't expect to become 'friends' with any of them, more just be friendly whenever I saw them through Wanda. To my surprise, I became quite good friends with Natasha Romanoff.

We had the same dark sense of humour, both had an unexplainable obsession with horror films and she was genuinely just really easy to talk to. I wasn't expecting it, but it was nice to gain a new friend in addition to a new girlfriend.

So, I was at my second Avengers party with Wanda by my side, but the party had ended about half an hour ago and I may or may not have been drunk.

We were sat on the couch, conversing with the other Avengers, and I was sat between Wanda and Natasha. The others were involved in their own conversations and I was too dazed to realise what I was doing until it happened.

"Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her," I said (not-so) quietly, leaning over to my left, into Wanda's ear unknowingly.

Wanda, who was playing with my fingers in her hand, paused and glanced to me with bright eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"You're in love with me?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

I blinked, her words settling in, before I licked my lips. "Oh, sorry." Turning to my right, I moved to Natasha's ear, whispering loudly, "Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her."

Natasha glanced to me with a quirked brow, amused smile on her lips. "She doesn't? You sure about that?"

"You're in love with me?" Wanda repeated, sitting forward and earning my attention.

I gasped, wondering how she knew, before slapping Natasha's arm and looking to her with a frown. "You told her?! I trusted you!"

Natasha ignored me, instead looking to Wanda with an encouraging look. "I'll leave this one to you. Good luck."

She stood up, heading over to Thor and Bruce Banner on the other couch, and I booed her as she left.

"Yeah, run away, you secret-give-away'er!" I called after her with a pout, before crossing my arms.

"I think it's time I take you home," Wanda said decidedly, trying not to laugh as she pulled me up off the couch.

"I don't like Natasha anymore," I mumbled, allowing Wanda to take me away.

She bid her goodbyes to her teammates before leading me to the lift. I don't really remember what else happened until we were suddenly at my house – well, my parents house, but they had given it to me as they travelled the world with their retirement money. She was leading me inside and to my bedroom, getting me dressed like the sweet girlfriend she was, before tucking me into bed.

Of course, being the clingy drunk I was, I pulled her on top of me and didn't let go as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Stay," I mumbled into her shoulder, closing my eyes.

She chuckled, trying to pull away. "Y/N, you need to sleep, c'mon."

"I will," I whined, not letting her leave. "If you stay with me."

She paused, before giving in with a sigh. "Fine."

Tiredly, I smiled. "Yesssss." I patted the spot next to me. "Right here, please."

In the light of my bedside lamp, I saw her roll her eyes playfully, before turning off the lamp and jumping under the covers with me. I sighed with relief, cuddling into her side without hesitating.

"I love you," I mumbled, barely thinking about it.

She tightened her embrace and I felt her kiss the top of my head. "You're probably gonna forget you said that in the morning. But I'll remind you. And if you still think it, then I'll reply."

Her words went into one ear and out the other. I hummed in response, not knowing what I was answering to, and let myself get lost in her scent as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, I quite liked the idea of sharing bed with Wanda and waking up to her dishevelled hair and our intertwined legs, even though I didn't remember inviting her to stay. Of course, I also had a banging headache and felt like someone had hit me with a train, so I didn't get chance to appreciate it much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the sun streaming through the slit in my curtain.

Wanda, who was shuffling beside me, yawned and stretched her arms. Suddenly, I heard quiet laughter, before she spooned me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and pulling me closer. Her leg raised and clung to my waist, and as much as I appreciated the way she fit perfectly against me, I was still in pain.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I believe that was your own conscience decision, dorogoy (darling)," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers, and it was hard for me to be annoyed at her because she had a raspy, morning voice and her accent was especially thick with fatigue and damn, Wanda Maximoff was pretty sexy in the morning.

"Whatever," was all I said, but I placed my hand on hers and joint our fingers together.

"You know," she started, tucking her head comfortably into my neck, "I quite like waking up to you like this. You're very cute, even if you're cranky."

Despite aforementioned crankiness, I cracked a smile. "I like this, too."

It was very domestic, something I didn't get the privilege of experiencing with Wanda because she worked a lot, and it felt good.

After hanging around in bed for a little while longer, I got up and showered whilst Wanda offered to make me some breakfast – "Pancakes are a hangover's cure! Or at least according to Tony". After getting ready, I came downstairs to find a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting for me.

"You are a Godsend," I told her, pressing a haste kiss to her lips before sitting at the table with the pancakes. "Thank you."

She chuckled, grabbing her own pancakes and sitting opposite me. "Anything for you."

After I dug in, complimenting her on how delicious they tasted, a comfortable silence fell between us. Well, until Wanda spoke up cautiously.

"So, does anything from last night ring a bell?" she asked, making me look up to see her staring eagerly.

My content expression fell. "Shoot, did I do something embarrassing?" I facepalmed. "God, what was it? Did I fall asleep on somebody?"

She smiled with adoration, eyes twinkling in the morning sun. "No, nothing like that."

I could tell there was something though, judging from her hesitant expression. I scrunched my face with regret.

"What did I do?" I asked, unprepared to hear it. "Did I say something to you?"

She played with her fork, twisting it around in her plate nervously, which was very unlike her. "Yeah, actually, you did."

I waited, feeling like the silence was deafening the longer she stayed quiet.

"You said you were in love with me," she said, voice so soft and quiet that I barely heard it.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "I what?"

"I mean, technically you said I had no idea you were in love with me, but I think you were supposed to tell Nat that," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "Then you told Nat and you got mad at her because you thought she told me."

I facepalmed for the second time that morning. "Oh, God..."

"Then you invited me to stay the night and told me you loved me before you fell asleep," she finished rambling. "I just, er, wanted to check if you meant that..."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Are you kidding?" I reached over the table to grab her hand. "Wanda, of course I meant that! But I hoped to tell you at a better time than by accident whilst I was drunk."

Blue eyes flickered to mine, excitement creeping onto her face. "You meant it."

I breathed out, realising what exactly I'd just said. "I– yeah. I meant it. I'm in love with you, Wanda."

Her smile widened. "I'm in love with you, too."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I relaxed my shoulders. "You love me."

She giggled, squeezing my hand. "We just did this."

"Right! We did," I said, shaking my head, grin forming on my lips. "Sorry. I'm just so happy right now."

"Me, too," she said in agreement, thumb stroking the top of my hand.

I didn't think things could go wrong from here. I was on top of the world! But of course, the world had a funny way of ruining things.

—

Dating a superhero had its pros and cons, I suppose, but neither really showed themselves to me often as it was as if Wanda's superhero life was separate to the one we shared. When she and I were together, it was just us. And she would leave for work and I wouldn't think about it. Then she would return and it would be us again.

If I took a moment out of my day to stop and really think about where she was, what she could be doing, the danger she could be in... I just couldn't do it. Even when she would show up to our next date with a fresh bruise from training, or a broken bone from a mission gone too far, I'd worry about it for the time being then try to let it go. Those weren't superhero perks, those were reasons to be concerned. And I couldn't handle imagining the time when she'd come back to me in a worse state, or to not even come back at all.

So, her superhero life rarely overlapped with our shared one. And I was happier that way. Until it did.

I was running errands one day, little things that required me to run around the city – dry cleaning, grocery shopping, picking up some DIY stuff for my house. It was a pretty relaxing, fun day. I'd treated myself to lunch, was soaking in the sunshine and planning to unwind with some Netflix on the couch.

"Hold on, I need to unlock the front door," I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to Wanda, catching her up with my day as I returned home.

"Try not to drop your phone this time," she teased from the other end, and I could just imagine the smirk on her face.

"So funny," I said with an eye roll. "Real comedian."

She laughed as I placed my phone in my pocket, not quite hanging up. Pulling my keys from my shopping bag, I fiddled with them, attempting to find the key for my front door.

Suddenly, something metal and cold pressed to my back and I jumped, dropping my keys with surprise.

"Don't draw attention," the person said, and I went rigid, looking up to see a reflection of someone unrecognisable in the glass of my front door. "You're going to leave your things here and come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to turn around, but the object pressed harder into my back, making me wince.

"Leave your fucking things here and give me your hand," the man ordered, ignoring my question. "Phone included. And don't even think about making a call."

I swallowed hard, panic settling in as I listened to the threatening stranger. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I realised that the stranger had no idea I was already on a call. With an Avenger nonetheless.

"I'll put it down," I narrated my actions, soon coming to realise that the object behind my back was in fact the barrel of a gun.

Hoping Wanda was still listening in and could hear the exchange, I put my phone on the ground and placed my shaking hand in the man's outstretched one. He tucked his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before tugging me down the steps and to a black van parked opposite my house.

Too paralysed with fear at the sight of two more strange men getting out the van, I felt my throat go dry and words get stuck at the bottom. Looking around, I hoped to find a neighbour's eyes or dog-walker's lost gaze, but nobody was here. Whoever these men were had timed their entrance perfectly.

When we reached the van, the back doors were opened and the man spun me around roughly before placing a bag on my head and shoving me inside. Hot tears ran down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what the hell was happening and who these people were. But mostly, I hoped Wanda was already on her way.

—

The whole incident was over soon. That's what we were calling it now. The 'incident'. Of course, it could have been called other things... the kidnapping, the abduction, the capture. But we settled with the 'incident'. It was less explicit, as if minimising how utterly terrifying the whole experience was.

I never did find out who those men were. Wanda offered to tell me, feeling a need to explain herself and blame herself and drag herself down in the dirt to make me feel better, to bring me out of my silence and give me something to feel good about. I recalled her mentioning they were after her, getting to her through me – her girlfriend.

She rescued me quite quickly. Being tied up and locked away and left to cry like a child, wondering if I was going to die any minute at the hands of captors whom I had never met nor done anything to in my life, wasn't fun. People always wonder what they would do in those situations; maybe they would square up and put up a fight; maybe they would scream and shout and get everyone's attention; maybe they'd even retort with sarky remarks and go out with a blaze of glory.

I never imagined what that would be like, but I discovered I could do neither of those things. I just let them take me, let them threaten me and point their guns at me and tie me up and lock me away and–

I let myself cry and feel terrified and shake and lose my words and imagine the worst. Some would call that giving in, but this wasn't something you could prepare for. Surely my response was justified? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when Wanda burst onto the scene, taking out the men with ease and taking me out of there, taking me home, I was momentarily safe.

But then as she began to ramble off her explanations and apologies and regrets, I found myself turning in on myself, unable to hear her out. I didn't blame her one bit, but I also couldn't listen to one more second. So, I tuned her out.

I sat on the couch, staring at the way the thread was coming loose on one of my cushions. I thought about how quickly the whole 'incident' had happened. How one minute I was sat in a cell and now I was sat on my couch. How I was then shaking with fear and now I felt nothing.

"...you listening? Hey, are you okay?"

I only tuned back in when she sat on the cushion I was looking at. Her fingers rested on my cheek, guiding my head upwards so I was looking her in the eyes, glassy and red and swollen from crying. I probably looked the same, though I was all out of tears.

"I promise you nobody will be back here," she said with certainty, thumb stroking my cheek. "There's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posted all along the street. And I'm happy to stay here if you need me to. You're safe now."

I knew I was. And despite my calm exterior, my heart was still racing in my chest, adrenaline still pumping through my body as if expecting to make a sudden break for it.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered, eyes flicking between mine curiously. "Talk to me. Please."

I shook my head, looking away. "I'm okay."

"It's okay not to be," she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

"I know."

So, we kept that bit up for a few more days, maybe a week. Me pretending I was okay, though still distant from Wanda as if she'd caught the plague, and her pretending she knew I was telling the truth.

But I knew she sensed the nightmares I had, waking me up in cold sweats. I knew she saw the way I tensed when a shadow cast along the wall from a moving object. Or the way I never faced the front door when unlocking it to get inside.

I guess she couldn't take it anymore at some point, possibly a week or two later, as when I was mixing my soup in a bowl after heating it up in the microwave, she sighed loudly.

"You okay?" I asked, glancing up at her. She was stood by the counter, seeming tired.

She'd been staying with me since the incident happened, obviously, and it was nice having her around so much, despite the circumstances. But I knew she was worried and had been keeping it in. I just didn't have the energy to acknowledge it.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her fingers still drummed on the countertop.

I let it go, shrugging, before paying attention to my soup. Her impatience was obnoxiously loud, filling the house with a discomfort she was dying to express. Eventually, she did.

"I'm not fine," she decided, and I stopped stirring my soup as I looked to her tugging on her sleeves distractedly. "I'm not fine because you're not fine."

"I've told you I am," I said monotonously, eyes boring into hers.

"I know you're not," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself. "I've noticed you and..."

I quirked a brow. "And?"

She frowned, eyes softening with empathy. "Don't make me say it, Y/N."

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth as I looked down to my steaming soup.

"Talk to me," she pleaded, rounding the counter and leaning beside me, searching for my eyes. "I just want to help."

I swallowed hard. "I have nothing to say, Wanda."

"A really scary thing happened," she began hesitantly. "The fact that you don't have anything to say– that you've not said anything, isn't right."

"Well, I guess there's something wrong with me," I said dismissively, before grabbing the pepper grinder before me and using it.

"No, there's not," she reassured, not giving up. "You just need to talk.”

I set the grinder down, turning to face her abruptly. She straightened up with surprise, taking a small step back.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, voice calm but full of unintentional malice. "Huh? What do you want me to tell you? That I'm terrified somebody is watching my house, waiting for a quiet moment to break in? That I have to follow you into every room you go in because I don't want to be left alone? That I can't fucking sleep because I'm scared that when I close my eyes, I'll be locked in a nightmare I can't escape? Is that what you want me to tell you? Does that make you feel better, Wanda? Because it doesn't make me feel any better. It just reminds me how fucking terrified I am."

I pocketed my shaking hands, blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, swallowed down the lump rising in my throat. She watched me, unsure what to say at first and I didn't blame her. It was an outburst waiting to happen.

"I'm–"

"Don't say you're sorry," I snapped, before flinching at my tone. "I know you're sorry. And I don't blame you for what happened. I just– I don't know what to do anymore."

Her eyes were studying me like green lasers burning holes into my skin and I hated that I couldn't meet them. I hated even more that I couldn't leave the kitchen out of anger or frustration because I was too scared to be left alone without her by my side.

So, I leaned against the counter, turning away from her, and let out a shaky breath, eyes burning and heart thumping in my ears. Her arms suddenly wrapped around me without question, and I let her take me into her chest, squeezing me so tight so I knew she was there.

Closing my eyes, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out. I struggled to breathe, unable to take in air through my nose as I stuffed my head so hard into her shirt that I couldn't see a thing except darkness. I knew I'd eventually be okay, that I'd eventually get back to some sense of normalcy. But for now, having her here with me was okay. And I found it much better to just be with her then have to go over and talk it out.

She was warm and strong and smelt like home and God, I loved her. I was lucky to have her.

—

It took about a month and a half to get over the incident. And after that, we never brought it up again. It was just easier that way. We continued on like usual, falling back into our old routine of having a separate us and her separate superhero life.

At some point, I thought it would be nice for her to meet my parents. They were back in town for the week, wanting to check in and see how I was. It was nice having them around and I was excited for them to meet Wanda, who I'd mentioned in some of our Skype calls.

"We don't have to make it a thing," I said as I proposed the idea. We were cleaning around Anna's apartment as she napped in her bedroom. "It's not like an 'oh, meet the parents' thing. They just happen to be in town and we're having a dinner, so I thought you might want to come. If you don't, it's not a big deal. I haven't told them to expect you. Not unless you say yes. Which you don't have to."

She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dorogoy (darling), calm down. Breathe."

I neatened the cushions on the couch with a bit too much force. "Am I not breathing? I'm pretty sure I'm breathing."

Her hands slipped into mine as she spun me around to face her. An amused smile on her lips, she said, "You need to relax. If you're like this now, then who knows what you'll be like on the night of the dinner?"

It took me a second to realise what she'd said and when I did, my eyes widened. "Wait, the night of the– does that mean you're going?"

She laughed, tugging me closer to her. "Yes, I'm going. I'd love to meet your parents!"

My shoulders relaxed as her fingers played with mine mindlessly. A smile appeared on my lips as I said, "Thank you. I– it'll be fun. No pressure. Just a dinner."

"Just a dinner," she confirmed, before kissing my forehead gently. "Can't wait."

And so on the day before my parents left for Scotland, yet another trip on their never ending retirement travels, I waited for Wanda to pick me up so we could go to a restaurant to meet my parents, who were already there after spending the day shopping in town.

She arrived at the door with a beautiful smile and bright eyes, looking me up and down.

"Just on time," I teased, tilting my head to the side, before being serious. "You look amazing tonight, Wanda."

"As do you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before stepping inside. "Also, these are for you."

She removed her hand from behind her back as I closed the door, revealing a gorgeous, colourful bouquet of flowers.

"I saw them and thought of you," she began to explain without even realising how cute she was; a smile crept on my lips as she continued, "but then I realised I've never gotten you flowers before which is very dumb of me because a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, right?"

There was no doubt that my face was heating up from the attention, flustered yet honoured at her words.

"Wanda, I love them," I said, accepting the flowers and meeting her gaze. "And to be fair, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before."

"You're kidding," she said with disbelief, stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. Reading my serious expression, she added, "Not even for your birthday? Or a celebration?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's very unfortunate. But I'm glad I could be the first."

I held her gaze, amusement dancing in her smile. Mirroring her expression, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up delightfully.

"Me, too," I said, and I meant it.

"Come on, we should get going," she said, squeezing my waist before letting go. "Don't want to be late, do we?"

"We do not," I agreed, before putting the flowers in a vase of water and leaving them by the door.

"You ready?" she asked, holding open the front door.

I intertwined our hands and met her smile with my own. "I'm ready."

Taking the girlfriend to meet the parents. What could go wrong?

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Oneshot - Yuri!!! On Ice [Coach You]

Anime: Yuri!!! On Ice

Title: Coach You

Pairing: Viktor Nikiforov X Female Reader

Word Count: +1.6K

Warning(s): None

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A/N: My knowledge of figure skating is very limited, and even though I did some research, there might be specific moves I may be incorrect about. Please let me know if you do find any misinformation!

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"I'm so sorry for being late!" You yelled into the empty ice-rink and received the echo of your own apology as a response. You opened your previously squinted eyes and scanned the large hall for any movements. With a huff, you placed your duffle bag, with your skating equipment in it, onto a nearby bench.

"I ran all the way here for nothing, then." With the complaint out of your system, you plopped down next to your bag and began unlacing your shoes. You could just leave since your coach decided to not show up, but you argued that you needed to train if you wanted to have any chance to reach the top rankings. Your previous tournament scores were not terrible and many of your colleagues had even praised your style, but to you, it never felt enough.

Hence, here you were, practicing for your upcoming championship with no one to teach you. Once you slipped your feet into the skates and stood up, you looked around once more for your coach before taking a gentle step on the slippery surface. As soon as both of your feet were on the ice, you pushed yourself away from the fence surrounding the rink and began gliding, letting your chest lead you in various directions as you arced your back slightly.

You took a deep breath as you continued your warm-up, letting yourself loose as you spun around the rink. This, to you, was when you felt most like yourself because of how languid your movements were. It made you feel like this was when you expressed your true self, the hidden image that not many people could see. Only if this simple beauty was appreciated just as much as a skater's final spectacle.

A good 15 minutes passed by as you skated around before exiting the rink to drink some water. Once you reached the bench, you took a sip from your bottle and unlocked your phone to see if your coach sent any messages. Fair enough, there were a few texts from him explaining that he would not be able to arrive for practice today due to a few issues at home. You sighed and replied to him, saying that you could practice your previous routine on your own today.

As you placed your phone back on the bench, the glass doors to the huge hall opened, creating an echo as footsteps followed the loud swinging noise. You looked up to see none other than Viktor Nikiforov walking inside before looking around. His eyes closed the moment they met yours as a wide smile appeared on his lips before he waved at you.

"Hey, Y/N!" He greeted and walked over to you as you smiled back at him and gave a little wave of your own. "What are you doing here alone?" He looked around at the empty space once more before locking eyes with you.

"Well, my coach wasn't able to make it today, so I was just practicing on my own." You shrugged and placed a hand on your hip as the platinum-haired male dropped his bag onto the bench and hummed in thought.

"I could coach you today, then, if it's alright with you." With a little tilt of his head, he widened his smile as you considered the offer.

"What about you? Didn't you come here to practice as well?"

"But of course, I could practice while I coach you." You chuckled and nodded as he persisted.

"Alright, thank you." You trod over to the entrance of the rink once more as Viktor sat down and put his gear on. You looked over to him as he bent down and undid his laces. His bangs covered most of his face as he looked at his shoes, adding further to the charisma he held, and you could only wonder how he so effortlessly managed to pull it off. Before he caught you staring, you snapped out of your daze and shook your head to maintain focus on skating.

As you glided around with ease, Viktor stepped on the ice and skated over to you, his hands intertwined behind his back as he watched you spin before looking over at him. You smiled at him before turning in his direction and skating over to him.

"Shall we begin?" He asked and offered his hand for you to take. You wrapped your hand in his and Viktor pulled you along with him, placing a gentle hand on your upper back as he guided you across the cold surface.

"I thought we were going to practice our routines," You teased as you noticed him leading you through random moves, spinning you, and simply skating across the rink.

"But we are,"

"This seems to be more like dancing," You tilted your head to the side as you looked up at him.

"I don't hear you complaining~" He sang and closed his eyes with a wide smile as you both spun around once. You shook your head and let out a little chuckle as you let him lead you in a rhythm forming in his mind. Your eyes remained trained on his and you watched as Viktor easily maneuvered around the rink before looking back at you.

"What?" He chuckled, causing you to shake your head and break eye contact at last. The silence between you two lasted no longer than a few seconds as he lightly tapped your waist, causing you to look up before he spoke up.

"May I?" You nodded as soon as you understood his question and felt Viktor's hands glide down to hold onto your waist. He turned you around so your back faced him before his grip on you tightened. With ease, he lifted you in the air and curved around the rink as you arced your back to add to the movement. The next moment, his hands left your waist and wrapped around your leg and shoulders as he caught you mid-air before spinning around on spot. Your hands reached around behind you and wrapped around his neck as you let yourself be controlled by the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"I know this one," You smiled and looked up at Viktor, only to see him smile back at you before letting your leg go. You swung your leg gracefully as you landed on the ice while his arm around your shoulders slipped away so you could face him. "You mentioned wanting to try this move out when we were watching clips of couples figure skating."

"So, you remembered, hm?" His smile only grew at your attention to detail as he pulled you closer.

"Of course!" You hummed as you both slowed down for a moment before pulling onto each other's arms to settle in your next move. Viktor wrapped his arm around your waist from behind you as you both performed a camel spin, your leg lifted in the air at hip level. As your spinning came to slow down, you rested your leg back on the ground and faced your partner once more, continuing to skate as his hand remained on your waist.

"If I remember correctly, you were supposed to practice your routine today, no?" Viktor tilted his head as you gasped in disbelief.

"You were the one who stirred me away from it!" You lightly hit his shoulder as you came to a slow stop near the centre of the icy ground, still hand in hand.

"You could have easily said no," He mused, enjoying every second of your banter.

"You wanted me to say no to a dance on ice with the Viktor Nikiforov?" As you two made your way back to the exit of the rink, he hummed in thought before turning to look back at you.

"You do have a point there, darling." He tapped your nose as you stepped outside the rink and made your way to your bags. Instead of showing your flustered state to the very proud man, you rolled your eyes with a little chuckle and hoped he was unable to notice that.

"My coach might ask me what I did today. He might not be very happy that I didn't practice my routine." You mentioned as you took off your skates and looked up at your temporary coach while he tapped his chin.

"How about this, then? I will assure him with an excuse and take you out for a coffee to make up for your lost time." Needless to say, you were left speechless with his second offer.

"Now?" You muttered as he nodded.

"Now," He echoed with more confidence and bent down to meet your height, his face mere inches away from yours. His bangs brushed against your forehead as they swayed with the slightest movement of his head. He continued to maintain eye contact with you with that sly smirk of his as he waited for your response.

However, unable to form words from the sudden proximity, you could only nod. Satisfied with your reaction, he tilted his head to the side before giving you mercy and pulling away to stand straight. You exhaled a shaky breath and stood up as you felt your face heat up.

"Wonderful! It's a date, then," He announced and clapped his hands together before packing his gear. As you swung your bag over your shoulder, Viktor offered his hand for you to take. With a brief glance at his face, you placed your hand in his before walking out of the hall.

This was not how you had planned for your day to go, but you were not complaining in the slightest.

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