#stop with this fucking shit PLEASE LMAO its so fucking annoying man god fucking christ

[milkymeaty]

do people really still think glados is chells mom........ at this point u might as well have a big fucking sign over ur head that reads "not too fond of lesbians" lol

#like cmon now. come ON now #yeah thats probably a little mean and u know what if u dont ship chelldos literally who fucking cares #but this whole constant ''but isnt she chells mom???'' shit needs to stop lol #idk if u just never got into the fandom or if u just never saw any other posts talking about it i dont care but for the love of GOD #stop with this fucking shit PLEASE LMAO its so fucking annoying man god fucking christ #how do u have the ppl who damn the damn game literally TELL YOU that chell and glados' relationship was meant to be romantic #AND U STILL THINK SHES HER MOM??????? #''but but!!! the potato project!! the bring ur daughter to work day fair!!!!!!'' do we just not have critical thinking skills anymore #whatever man yall are so annoying lol chell isnt white glados sang a breakup song to her it had a romantic subplot to it #u just don't like cool baller lesbians lol go find a different fandom 👋🏽 #i probably sound sooooo mean but i literally do not care ppl are ANNOYING today UGH #meaty babbles #portal #chelldos

[mulletmitsuya]

Dead people groupchat

Warnings: sano manjiro, swearing

Desc: um basically it's all the people Mikey lost and what they think of the current situation (spoilers until chapter 246)

Shinichiro: IM GONNA BEAT HIS ASS

Shinichiro: WHATS HE DOING NOW ?????

Shinichiro: IF HE KILLS SOMEONE ELSE SO HELP ME GOD

Izana: its kinda funny to watch tbh

Izana: but i guess he's going too far

Izana: and he knew me for 2 seconds idk why he said that to Kaku

Emma: Ken-chinless behaviour

Baji: LMAOOOO STOP

Draken: do you think OG Toman's gonna win?

Draken: i'm pissing myself here

Baji: i think they need to let Angry go beast mode

Emma: i just think we need to accept the fact that some people are gonna be joining us soon

Emma: Takemitchy might literally die

Emma: and idk how my girl Hina will handle that 😭

Shinichiro: i trust this Takemitchy dude. hes been doing good so far right?

Izana: it's his fault Draken died tho

Draken: stfu no it's not

Draken: i'm at peace with my death, and tbh i wouldn't have it any other way. i entrusted my life to Takemitchy so he could save Mikey. he's gonna win

Izana: 😕

Baji: okok enough about Mikey

Baji: can we talk about Hakkai???

Baji: he's so fucking funng to me. every single time something comes out of his mouth i shit myself laughing

Shinichiro: he's such a simp lmao

Baji: 🤨

Baji: weren't you the biggest simp of your generation??

Baji: you would lock eyes with someone and fall in love with them

Shinichiro: i had attachment issues 🙁

Shinichiro: there's nothing wrong with wanting to be loved damn

Izana: please don't cry

Izana: we don't know what to do when you cry

Emma: just hug him, it calms him down

Draken: really??

Draken: i hugged him when he was crying and it just got louder and more intense

Shinichiro: i'm right here guys

Izana: idk what to do when people cry so i just watch them until they get uncomfortable and stop crying

Emma: :/

Emma: you did that to me when i was younger

Emma: but you weren't a psychopath back then so it wasn't as weird

Izana: sorry ig

Izana: although i never said it sorry for orchestrating your death and stuff

Shinichiro: ngl that shit had me heartbroken i wish you guys just gotten along

Shinichiro: i just wanted my little siblings to love each other

Emma: he's crying harder

Baji: Shinichiro stfu you're a grown adult

Shinichiro: i'm not crying

Draken: you're literally weeping

Shinichiro: it's just

Izana: no one asked

Shinichiro: Senju's gonna have to fight Wakasa and Benkei

Shinichiro: i can't fucking take this

Shinichiro: i'm overwhelmed rn

Shinichiro: WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING IN THE KANTOU

Shinichiro: WHERE'S OMI

Draken: i think Waka and Benkei are looking after Mikey

Draken: probably guilty or smth

Draken: i'm annoyed tho

Emma: at what

Draken: Hanma

Draken: i fucking hate that dude jesus fucking christ

Emma: he put me 6 feet under 😔

Baji: jack skeleton lookin ass slenderman bitch ass mf

Draken: i wish I'd killed him tbh

Draken: or Kisaki

Baji: FUCK KISAKI

Baji: HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SUBMITTING ASSIGNMENTS WHAT WAS HE DOING KILLING PEOPLE OMFG

Emma: can't believe a 13 year old took part in my murder 😭

Shinichiro: ...

Shinichiro: kids are nifty little fellas

Shinichiro: they come outta no where

Izana: don't try to justify getting killed by a 12 year old

Izana: that was embarrassing

Emma: yeah Shin you could have dogged why did you turn around so slowly💀

Shinichiro: y'all acting all cool by being mean to me and shit

Shinichiro: when you were deeply affected by my death😕

Shinichiro: you love me

Emma: you're still a pathetic old man 😁

Emma: ily <3

Draken: :/

Emma: he's my brother :(((

Emma: but i love you too Ken :)) <3

Draken: :)

Izana: disgusting

Izana: repulsive

Izana: revolting

Baji: stfu you never experienced love

Izana: 😐

Shinichiro: Keisuke🙁

Baji: sorry

Baji: change of subject

Baji: i think Haru might kill someone

Emma: oh definitely

Izana: no question about it

Shinichiro: c'mon guys give him a little credit he might change

Baji: Haru's fucked up, Takemitchy's gonna have to come up with another genius plan or smth :/

Emma: Senju'll save him

Emma: i wish I'd been friends with Senju

Emma: girlboss

Emma: i want her to beat Mikey's ass

Baji: remember that one time she girlbossed too close to the sun

Draken: while i was in Brahman i wanted to fight her but i didn't wanna live with the embarrassment

Emma: of losing to a girl?

Draken: of losing to someone who's 5 feet

Emma: i'm 4'9

Draken: Emma i was talking about fighting

Emma: :(

Draken: ily

Emma: :)

Shinichiro: ok guys we get it you're capable of being loved you can stop now

Emma: no bitches?? 🤔

Emma: i'm sorry

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers texts #toman groupchat #black dragons #sano shinichiro #sano manjiro/mikey #ryuguji ken/draken #sano emma #sano izana #kurokawa izana #hitto kakucho #baji keisuke #draken x emma #drakemma #hanagaki takemitchi #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #wakasa #benkei #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #kawaragi senju #akashi senju #i find bullying shinichiro very funny

[mariinara]

OBSESSIVE! (Rafe Adler x Reader) ANGST

A/N: Dude... 😐 I completely forgot about this one and found it just sitting there in my asks. No wonder I felt like there was something missing lmao. I AM SO SORRY BUT HERE IT IS.

Request for anon: 'Angst 19 for Rafe? 👀'

Prompt: 19) "Can you kiss me? One last time?"

Warnings: Angsty angst 'cause I'm like this. Gets a bit physical on your end. Rafe being a wanker.

Word-count: ~3.1K

It'd been almost ten months since you and Rafe officially tied the knot and, for the first four months, everything was almost magical. He'd taken you to Paris for two weeks for your honeymoon, then a week in the Maldives because he just "felt like it". You were spoiled by him. 

He showed you his unconditional love and was unmistakably the sweetest man on planet earth, which was a completely different side of him that you'd never ever seen before.

But, everything had to come to an end, right..?

Sure, Rafe was amazing..

For the first four months only.

It seemed like when you got back to Scotland to resume your Avery search, everything you'd done to rekindle your relationship had gone to shit.

Rafe became severely obsessed with finding the treasure when you had lost all interest in doing so, being completely convinced that  the treasure was definitely not there. 

Of course, when you'd open up about how you two should probably give up on the search, he'd go absolutely ballistic. 

You knew it was hard to come to terms with the fact that you'd wasted so much time on something that wasn't there. However, while you accepted the bitter truth, Rafe couldn't. 

"Christ Almighty, Rafael.." You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes, "You are impossible–"

"I don't think you understand what I'm even talking about; you never do."

You gaped at him, offended by his accusation, "Really?!"

He frowned, looking up at you through his thick lashes, waiting on your next furious statement, his arms supported on the wooden table.

You scoffed, "Have you any idea what I put on the line to fucking find this treasure!?"

"Oh, no, please do enlighten me." He sarcastically and bitterly replied.

He was being deliberately obnoxious and he knew how much of a rage trigger that was for you. 

And with a growl, you started hurling random objects at your husband– a cup, books, papers, photographs, reports, bottles, pencils, pens. Basically anything at your reach. He tried to dodge some, but inevitably, you hit him with a bottle against his head for it to shatter at the impact, making him stumble back and trip over a book while holding his bleeding forehead, groaning in pain.

"Fuck you, Adler! I put everything on the line and you know what!? I am done!" You yelled, tears brimming your eyes as you spoke. You remembered everything you'd been through for the sake of Henry Avery and his four hundred million in jewels and gold. You lost Sam, Nathan, your sanity, some of your physical abilities, and now you were losing Rafe..

He looked up at you from his sitting position, his eyes widening as you spewed those words, blood trickling down the left side of his face. He quickly got to his feet, "You're done?"

"I'm done!"

"With what!?"

"With the treasure! This place!" You spread your arms, looking around at the mundane basement that you got sick of seeing every single day. You then looked at him with narrow eyes, clouded with tears and relaying deep hurt, "I'm done with you, Rafe.." 

He stared at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a small laugh of disbelief, stepping forward to reach for you, "Honey, you don't mean that–" 

"Don't." You warned and glared at him after taking a couple of steps back, raging fires dancing in your eyes as your fists clenched. 

You didn't need to speak anymore.

He saw it in your eyes– This was the last straw.

You turned away from him, taking the stairs up to your living room.

Rafe watched you leave him for a couple of steps before he moved forward, chasing you.

"(Y/N), wait!"

You ignored him, stomping to your shared room, ready to pack your bags and turn away from him– from this "life". 

You'd made it to the room without Rafe catching up with you and just when you were about to close the door, Rafe pushed it open with all his might while you tried to push it to close, groaning in effort as you fought his heavy weight behind the door.

"(Y/N), get outta the goddamn way!"

"No! Leave me alone!"

He finally kicked the door open, pushing you out of the way. You stumbled back until the back of your knees hit the bed, forcing you to sit down on it. You let out a huff and quickly reached up to tuck your hair behind your ears, glaring at him.

As Rafe speed-walked into your shared room, you quickly got up, determined to leave. God knew how many times you warned him. How many times you forgave and forgot. How many times you were so close to walking out on him but stayed because he begged you and told you he'd change. 

He changed, alright.

For the worse.

You grabbed your bags and sprawled them on the bed, swinging the wardrobe open.

"Let's just talk about this–" He tried to reason, grabbing your wrist, which you yanked away before narrowing your eyes at him.

"Nothing to talk about, Rafe; I've already made up my mind."

"You threw a bottle to my head!" He childishly complained.

"After warning you for five months about your treatment!" You turned to him, giving him an incredulous look, pushing him back afterwards, "How many times have you yelled at me, ordered me around, told me that the effort I was making wasn't enough?! How many times have I warned you about treating me the way you do?! I told you I'd walk out that goddamned door, didn't I!?"

He pressed his lips together, unable to reply. He knew you were right. You warned him multiple times before. His insolence was the pin and your temper was the over-inflated balloon and he had popped it. 

"I did.." You stepped back from him, starting to pack your bags.

He grabbed your wrist again, and you rolled your eyes with an annoyed grunt.

"Stop..–" You yanked your wrist away again, "..Doing that." You sternly told him, your eyes narrow and sharp, full of warning that if he'd touch you again, you won't hesitate to gouge his eyes out.

A shaky, deep breath could be heard from him, "(Y/N).." His voice cracked, causing you to sigh softly and look over your shoulder at him, "Stay.." 

You looked back at your bags as you packed them, shaking your head, trying to ignore his pleading tone of voice and the desperate arch of his brows and his glossy blue eyes, "Sorry, Rafe, but I just can't anymore. You told me you'd change, but you only changed for the worse and I don't think I'm going to be able to live like that.." You quickly wiped your tears with your sleeves, sniffling.

There was a short pause, which gave you time to collect you clothes quietly, but soon, Rafe broke the silence.

"Did you even love me at all..?" 

You froze, your brows furrowing at his question. Slowly, your shoulders sagged as you turned your head slightly to the side to look at him with the corner of your eyes, your hair falling on them to hide the unspeakable amounts of frustration, "You know the answer to that, Rafe; don't be stupid."

He scoffed, "Yeah, I do.."

"Why are you asking then?"

"I know that you didn't love me at all and I was just a rebound."

Your brows shot up as you blinked repeatedly, turning around completely to face him, your hands on your hips, "Excuse me..?"

His fists clenched, his expressions completely changing to a furious one, "Face it, (L/N)! You've never truly loved me. You just never got over him."

You glared with a scoff, "Of course I never got over him! Do you know how hard it was for me‐!?"

He snorted, "You, you, you.." He muttered, "It's always about you! You've never even considered what those thoughts made me feel!"

"Rafe, get this through your head: I loved you. I cared for you so much! So God help me, I was willing to do everything for you, just like I was prepared to do anything for Nathan!"

"But you were never capable of doing what you did with Samuel with me, were you?!"

"Christ—"

"I was never able to get anything done when he was around, and when he was gone, I thought I had a chance, but did I, really!?"

"Of course not!" 

The room fell silent after that sentence, both of you staring at each other, probably silently getting into a fist-fight. Regret washed over your eyes for the shortest time but you knew that it must've been said.

You shook your head, scratching your forehead as you looked down at your feet, "I'm never doing anything with anyone like I did with Samuel. So don't you dare compare yourself to him, Rafe." Your words were venomous, spewed behind clenched teeth and confirmed with the scrunch on the bridge of your nose and the deep furrow between your eyebrows and your glassy eyes.

You turned away from him again to continue packing your bags, wanting to rip your eyes away from his upset ones, not wanting the guilt. You walked to your nightstand, pulling out your journal and handgun. 

"You're right.." Rafe started but you still didn't turn to look at him. You walked back to your suitcase and put the journal in there and were about to put the handgun too until he spoke again, "How can I compare myself to a worthless, two-bit thief like Samuel Drake?" 

You froze, letting his sentence sink into your brain, marinating slowly. It made its way to your consciousness, causing you to slowly turn to him with the coldest expression he'd ever seen on you. 

Your eyes were hazy, glazed with a certain type of newfound, ice-cold rage. The corner of your lips twitched up to draw a sinister smile on your face. 

Rafe's eyes flitted between the handgun that you had a tight grip on and then your eyes, his tough guy resolve lagging– melting away in between deep breaths that inflated his chest to make him look sure and steadfast, but, God, did he regret every word that tumbled out of his mouth at that very moment.

Because when you scoffed and shook your head at him, he knew he'd lost you for good.

Those words came out of a place of an insecurity he'd carried around all that time. 

When Sam was still alive, he saw how you two acted around each other. You were a completely different person with him and – for a person who didn't fancy PDA – you were pretty public with Sam, making sure you pecked his lips every once in a while or hugged him tightly and buried your face in his neck as you laughed together about a dumb joke he'd throw.

Rafe saw how completely and fully you belonged with Sam and as much as he loved you, it killed him.

It killed him that he didn't catch you staring at him lovingly from across the room, but instead, he'd catch himself hopelessly falling for your smile when you didn't even notice he was looking.

It killed him that you were timid of publicly displaying your affection and shied away when he'd lean over to kiss you.

It killed him that you didn't smile as brilliantly anymore.

And it killed him that he was still very much in love with you, despite all of it.

And at the very moment you finished packing, it killed him that he constantly took it out on you.

It killed him that behind those closed doors, you weren't the perfect couple everyone saw, but were instead always yelling and arguing and slamming doors and calling each other the worst of names.

He thought that after Sam was gone, he might finally have a chance with you– to mend your broken heart and fill the gaping hole that the older Drake left in you with his passing.

He thought that you'd love him for piecing your broken shards back together.

But, no, you were constantly angry.

Angry at the world for snatching away everything you've ever known and loved.

Angry at Rafe for bringing you all into this in the first place– for what he did back in Panama.

And worst of all, you were angry at yourself for using him in the hopes of healing. In the hopes of getting reassured that you were still worthy of love and attention. 

You were angry at yourself because you didn't leave with Nathan– angry that you let the person who'd become your little brother go with the most disappointed look on his face.

But, no more..

This was taking a toll on you.

And you knew it was killing Rafe as much as it killed you– to pretend like the two of you were in love and okay. For him to try to make you love the way you once did but failing miserably every time simply because you refused to let anyone sit in Samuel's place.

"Goodbye, Rafe.." You muttered, throwing your back pack on and taking your heavy duffel, quickly walking out the bedroom door and speeding along the hallway, hearing his hurried footsteps behind you as he called for you to stop.

And just when you were about to reach the front door, he stood between you and your escape, making your hand drop to your side and your hand smack against the side of your thigh as you sighed heavily, your gaze ripping away from his and flitting around to stare into anything but his face.

"Please, don't do this.." Rafe breathed out in a whisper, as if his dignity was watching, taunting him for what he was doing, "I'm sorry.." He whispered, his hands carefully touching your shoulders and feeling them tense beneath his fingers.

You looked down at your feet and nodded slowly, "I am, too.." You replied, looking up at him with a forced, thin smile, "Let's just stop pretending, alright?" You gently said, feeling his hands slipping from your shoulders, down your arms, and dropping at his sides, his head hung low in both surrender and shame, strands of his usually greased-back, chestnut hair falling forward. You shook your head, "You're not for me.." You confessed, making his eyes meet yours, and you saw how bloodshot they were and finally took notice of his dark eye bags and noticed how every tired nerve in his body made the corners of his lips lightly twitch periodically, "And I'm not for you.." 

You saw him swallow thickly and look to the side to avoid your eyes, nodding gently and chewing on the inside of his cheek, the fingers of his right hand fiddling with the wedding ring in his left one. You saw the wound on the side of his head and you felt angry at yourself again for doing such a thing– to ever draw blood from him this way even though he'd never laid a hand on you. 

You shared a moment of silence, both of you acknowledging that you were right– that this wasn't it for either of you. That this was ruining him just as much.

And he looked down at his feet, clearing the lump that formed in his throat, "Okay.." He muttered, his voice tired and broken, "Okay." He repeated, this time looking up to meet your eyes, his shoulders slacked and his posture defeated.

"Okay.." 

Rafe seemed like he wanted to say one more thing but hesitated to do so, and you didn't budge until he opened his mouth to spill it out, "Can I ask for one more thing..?" 

You pursed your lips, unsure of what he was about to ask, but nodded, nonetheless, "Sure.." 

"Can you kiss me..?" He asked in a low voice, stepping closer to you so you were only a breath away from each other, "One last time..?" 

His eyes held a particular tenderness that you'd never seen in them– at least not like this. He was so clearly vulnerable and broken and the least you could do to apologize for having him strung on false, high hopes was to grant him his wish.

So, you put down your bag and looked up at him again, closing the distance between the both of you to press your lips against his and you heard him inhaling sharply, felt him holding you close, the pads of his fingers pressing against your back and sinking into your skin because he was afraid of losing you– mortified that it was happening at that very moment. Your hands gently cupped his face, your thumbs swiping against his cheekbones as you completely molded against his larger frame. The kiss was so bittersweet and tender and you couldn't help but prolong it. 

He'd grown to be such an unhealthy addiction of yours but you needed it to stop. If he'd taken a step to escalate the kiss or deepen it, you knew it'd turn into something much more than a goodbye kiss. 

So with the first desperate tilt of his head, you hesitantly pulled away but he still had his eyes closed. His lips pursed and his head slowly drew away from yours as he swallowed thickly, and then you stood on the pads of your feet again, looking into his tearful eyes and stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs gently. 

Softly, you placed your hands on his shoulders and ran your hands along his arms, and held his hands, giving them a tight squeeze, relaying how you wished him good luck in all his endeavors.

And then, your hands let go of his and he seemed reluctant to do so, but watched as you picked up your bag and sent him one last, tight, forced smile. Like all the smiles you'd given him those past few years, and watched you open the door and leave him, standing there, all hope completely lost as you disappeared in the cold night air.

Rafe let out a shaky breath and brought his left fist up, opening it slowly to look at the wedding ring you'd pushed into his palm when you held his hands. He found himself clenching his fist again and pressing it against his quivering lips and, suddenly, his whole body grew so numb that he didn't even feel bothered by the frosty air.

Nothing felt as painful as the icy cold stab through his heart when you left him standing there, alone and lost.

Nothing.

#rafe adler x reader #rafe adler #uncharted angst #uncharted4 #uncharted #peakymarvels #my writing #rafe adler fanfiction

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa

this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)

ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)

SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA

NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP

jealous y/n you say???

now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao

HELPLESS OH MY GOD

truly madly deeply intended :)

damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special

devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy

awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(

AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god

stuffy moron is correct

"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF

"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET

he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄

FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD

i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most

what the fuck is a maw

ok i looked it up i get it now

"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌

"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn

oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨

HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ

"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺

"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT

"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT

ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock

HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE

couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved

HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT

HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤

'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg

oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj

oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄

"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy

"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby

i think he needs therapy tbh

yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤

"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho

they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺

im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that

PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now

"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀

HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss

(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)

HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺

i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream

IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM

ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE

HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺

omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭

HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ

“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him

maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa

“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj

DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD

not a psychotic episode 😭😭

crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king

awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry

matchy socks im gonna sob

king is a chef 😌

y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥

“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties

“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨

he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love

hes such a shithead i love him

SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE

“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF

HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭

RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF

she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad

this… is hot

“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj

HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold

im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei

OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF

oh boy hes gonna kill her

I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP

literally shut the fuck up mr english major

do it bestie kick him in the balls

SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL

IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD

“character development at its finest” what a self aware king

y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️

“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say

“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ

ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time

“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk

“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪

yes bestie objectify him

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK

PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER

“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”

i think about this on a daily basis i truly do

grey shorts? what a slut

“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs

OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN

him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING

“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃

AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ

yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤

yeah 😃 its bc he ran track 😃

no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺

I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why

“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd

YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY

he gets her a cup of water 🥺

ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga

awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn

memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃

HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE

niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious

noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn

well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie

I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌

TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ

chatsnap hes such an old man 😭

true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you

not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING

DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP

“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭

“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK

“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj

he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy

ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth

fuck u for that one vampy

wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass

WAIT IS IT WAP

NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS

I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece

I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT

“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS

NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL

YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM

“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭

why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj

dont hand it over i want to see him snap

OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR

oooooooooooo

OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS

not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭

do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it

“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺

“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭

THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING

this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry

“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf

DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN

suing disney for false advertisement 😭

THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ

how do those bubbles taste babe

ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????

“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS

not the boob privileges 😭

WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”

NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING

“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him

JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ

“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭

OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM

SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING

stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺

“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ

“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ

HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out

“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him

I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-

theyre so fucking cute i hate them

so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))

#annotations #ysijwa

[thewhumperinwhite]

Guardian Angel

OKAY SO LISTEN. this is not the update anyone was hoping for but sometimes the only thing that’s gonna keep my contrary adhd brain from Abandoning a project is to Invest Energy Somewhere else for a while. case in point, I've been plugging grimly away at both café and wkw for weeks and written ~500 words total, and then I wrote this whole thing in About Twenty Minutes.

So uh. You know how FBI is an au of an Actual WIP I have about vampires? Well this is... technically also that but it’s a lot closer to the actual canon of that WIP. If you don’t know anything about FBI or those characters, that’s great, you’re in the same spot Karim is here lmao.

Also this is heavily inspired by this very good spn fic, which I keep coming back to despite not being active in that fandom at all anymore. This goes in a very different direction than that, but they open in similar ways.

Also please note, the main character of this is a young teenager, and there will be some mild underage whump, but this is my official promise that there is no underage sex in this story. 

Anyway uh let’s get this..... car wreck underway I guess

TW for: car accident due to reckless driving resulting in serious injury (or by rights it should anyway); body horror; animated corpse (of a sort); religion/Christianity.

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For about—let’s say—the first fifteen miles away from his house, the thrill of the stolen car and his notable lack of driver’s license was enough to keep Karim in his own skin, not spiralling into rushing panicky thoughts. After a while that thrill starts to fade into the background and every time it does he hits the gas a little harder, and the new speed is enough for him for another fifteen miles until he has to hit the gas again because his brain is catching up with him.

Which is to say that when the thin pale shape of a human being stumbles out of the bushes along the side of the highway, Karim is going easily a hundred miles an hour, and no amount of slamming on the brakes is going to get him to stop in the hundred feet between himself and this person’s human body.

He hits the white shape at, optimistically, sixty miles an hour. It shoots up the car’s hood, cracks the windshield with its skull, and disappears over the top of the car. Realistically there’s no way the quiet hard thump of the body hitting the pavement many feet behind the car is audible over the sound of the car’s squealing brakes but it feels like Karim can hear it, can hear the accompanying crack of bones breaking against the asphalt.

The car rolls to a stop, and Karim spends several unfathomable seconds staring at the windshield, not bloodied but almost completely starred with a huge spiraling crack just off the center, and all he can think is, no, no, no no no no no oh no oh no.

Then he hears a muffled groan from behind him and dives for the car door, tumbles out onto the pavement on his hands and knees, scrambles back toward the pale body squirming and twitching in the middle of the left lane behind his mother’s SUV.

Somehow there’s still no blood, even back here, but it is immediately clear that there is something seriously, deeply wrong with this body.

“Motherfucker,” it says, and Karim freezes a few feet away from it, still the most horrified he’s ever been and now also very confused and between those two feelings no longer able to move. The voice issuing from the ruined and twisted body sounds, at most, annoyed. It flops horribly onto its back, like a boned fish, and rolls its head awkwardly on its shoulders to face Karim. “Going a fucking million miles an hour on an—” The body stops speaking, and stares up with wide shocked eyes in its colorless face.

“Karim,” the dead thing says.

Karim stumbles back a step, the horror already overfilling his chest growing and mutating so fast he loses his footing and falls painfully backwards, scraping his palms as he catches himself to stop from sprawling completely. The initial all-consuming terror of having killed a person with his mother’s car is turning into a—different, harder to parse all-consuming terror.

Because every instinct he has is telling him that this thing that just called him by his name is a corpse.

Watching it sit up on the pavement, in a hopefully unconscious mirror of Karim’s own half-sprawled pose, is like watching a marionette puppet being controlled by a very unskilled puppeteer. It’s movements are jerky and uneven; it falls back when it puts its weight on one of its arms and the leg on that side is stuck out stiffly in front of it and bending in places that aren’t joints. And above its wide filmy eyes its forehead is starred with cracks like an egg dropped on a hardwood floor.

“You’re alive,” it says. Its voice is—completely normal, which is somehow the strangest thing about it. About—him.

“I—I’m so sorry,” Karim says, starting to run on autopilot now, fumbling in his pocket for his cellphone, “I’ll call, I’ll call an ambulance, I’ll—”

“I don’t need an ambulance,” the dead boy says absently. He leans forward, his mangled arm hanging useless at his side, though he doesn’t move like he’s in any pain at all. “You’re—holy shit, you’re a baby.”

Karim blinks, away from his phone screen, up at the dead boy. He looks—older than Karim, but not by that much, like a college student, maybe. And he’s looking up at Karim with alarm that’s almost horror, like Karim is the weird mangled abomination here.

“I am not,” he says automatically. There’s still no blood, anywhere. There’s—he can see that the skin of the boy’s head is broken, but it’s not bleeding, not a drop. 

The boy searches his face with his weird foggy eyes, still leaning forward. His hair is short, maybe even buzzed in the back, and it’s a dull sandy-brown, above a face that might be handsome if it wasn’t gray-tinged and bloodless and cracked open.

“What year is this?” the dead boy says urgently.

Karim stares at him.

His arm is dangling limply at his side and his leg is definitely broken in more than one place and Karim did that, which will continue to be true regardless of whatever else is going on with this guy medically, and Karim has no idea what to do about that, is almost paralyzed by the desire to physically twist time back ten minutes and have this not be the moment he’s in right now.

But he can’t do that, so he answers, “Uh, 2009?” in a high squeaky voice like it’s a question, instead.

The dead boy’s eyes go even wider.

“It’s,” he whispers. “You’re,” and then he stops and looks at the ground. He raises his still-working arm to scrub across his cracked forehead, maybe tries to raise the other one, winces.

“I’m sorry,” Karim croaks. “I should— I gotta get you to a hospital.”

The dead boy shakes his head. “I don’t need a hospital,” he says, “I need a church.”

Karim feels himself gasp sharply. “Oh god,” he says, “Oh no, I’m— sure you’ll— make it, man, you’re—” He laughs, the sounds grating and hysterical in his own ears. “Look, you’re not even bleeding!”

The dead boy blinks up at him, and then he laughs, throwing his head back, and it’s a full, pretty laugh, sparking up toward the darkening sky— and when he lifts his chin Karim can suddenly see a bizarre pattern of marks all over his neck, a dozen little dots, in pairs, clustered around where you would look for a pulse on someone you weren’t sure was alive.

“That’s not what I mean,” the dead boy says, his eyes squinty and warm with laughter, and then he takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, staring at Karim, the smile fading from his pretty dead face. “Christ,” he says softly, and then, again, “Karim.”

Karim takes half a step back. “How— how do you know my name?”

“Ha,” the boy says, “that’s—” He tries to push himself to his feet and hisses, falling back like his broken leg won’t take any weight. Karim takes a step closer, unable to keep from reacting to obvious pain that he definitely 100% caused. “Actually,” the boy says, “I—would love it. If you could give me a ride. To the nearest church before I try to answer that. Karim.”

Karim stares at him. “What?”

“Catholic would be best if you’ve got it,” the boy says, with the air of somebody who knows he’s saying an absurd thing and is trying very hard to play it off. “I’m sure another kind would work but I’d just as soon not—” He shifts, winces a little; Karim looks down at his leg and squeezes his eyes shut, he’d momentarily forgotten how awful it looks. The boy laughs, sounding slightly hysterical. “I’d just as soon not drive around between a bunch’a churches if it’s all the same to you. Save you some gas money, huh?”

“Why,” Karim says, and he forces himself to look at the boy’s leg for real. There’s a place beside the— crooked, displaced— kneecap where Karim can see a strip of skin missing, and the exposed flesh is pale and bloodless; he feels his stomach squeeze in panicked nausea. “Why would you need a church right now.”

The boy sucks his teeth audibly, bowing his head, and then spreads his still-working hand wide with a fine-you-got-me shrug. 

“Because,” the dead boy says, “I need holy water to put my leg back together.”

Karim blinks. Blinks again, for good measure.

“What,” he says. He shakes his head. “What. Why would that. Why.”

The boy looks away, tilts his head like he’s doing math in his head, and says slowly, in the voice of someone trying a gambit they’re pretty sure won’t work. “Because I’m... your guardian... angel?”

Karim narrows his eyes. The boy could at least have the decency to say it like he means it.

“Okay,” the dead boy says, and nods like he’s trying to psyche himself up. “Okay, yeah, no, that’s fair, I— Hold on, I’ll— I’ll show you.”

The dead boy sighs and shakes his head. “This is gonna fucking suck,” he mutters, and he closes his eyes. 

At first Karim doesn’t think anything weird is happening— that an evening breeze has just kicked up. But as the wind gets stronger and he can see pebbles and bits of loose asphalt skittering away from where the dead boy sits on the pavement, it becomes clear that the sudden rush of cool air is coming from him. His sandy hair is whipping around his head, too, like it’s in a stronger wind than the one Karim can feel, and Karim realizes a second late that there’s— light coming from him too, a cold white glow growing so slowly he didn’t see it at first.

The dead boy lets out a shaky breath, his face creasing in concentration, or maybe pain.

Karim stumbles backward, hitting the back of the car and pressing his back against it, staring at the dead boy. The wind picks up and the light suddenly flashes, so bright that Karim throws up his arm to shield his eyes— and through his fingers, he can just see that the light beaming from the empty air above the dead boy’s shoulder blades, where it almost forms the shape of two enormous wings out of thin air and dust.

The wind and light sputter and die roughly in unison. Karim lowers his hand enough to stare at the dead boy in— he’s not sure what feeling, actually. Possibly terror.

The boy’s hair settles back against his cracked forehead. “Oh, good,” he says, breathing hard, like he’s just run a mile on a hot day. “It worked.”

Then the dead boy sags sideways and flops limply onto the pavement, and lies still, like corpses generally do.

“What the fuck,” Karim Mun says, with feeling.

#guardian angel au #whump #car accident #undead whump #angel whump #original whump

[thethirdwheel404]

Med Rewatch Series (#1)

Right, monkey brain said no sleep no rest, only suffering at the hands of med.

I am going to start with the first episode of S2: Soul Care. Reasoning? I need to check if Latham references Ava in his first interaction with Connor.

If my memory serves me right, when Connor is passed over to Latham for his fellowship, Latham says that he was not his first choice. In fact, his first choice was a brilliant surgeon from South Africa. In the first episode of S2, a season where Ava Bekker is only introduced with one line at the end of the last episode.

If I remember correctly and Latham does actually say that in the first ep of s2, it will be huge for the continuity (and my theory that I came up with today, if you’re interested in following this you should really read that really long post that came a little before this where the basis of the theory is laid out). 

Also in rewatching this I see more of Sarah which, again, I have not seen in two years, and she was the reason I became invested in the show, and the reason I stopped watching after she left.

And all of this even before I start the episode.

There are so many emotions and thoughts running through my brain it literally hurts. I think i’m getting a headache. I’m already really regretting this, this cannot be healthy for me.

(btw, this will basically be a train of thought type thing, I’ll do my best to keep it coherent)

- omg its starting

- i completely forgot how s1 ended but its not importnat in anyway

- just, why are they in a helicopter

- how fast does the episode move ive forgotten and i need to know

-JESUS CHRIST SO DRAMATIC

- THE BEGINNING WITH WILL WHY

- it is at this point where I apologize to all those who made it this far bc we’re literally not even 30 seconds in yet

- i just have a lot of med thoughts

- oh god save me

- i am laughing hysterically

- JESUS CHRIST THE APRIL TB STORYLINE AND TATE WTF

- god that feels like a lifetime ago it was relevant holyshit

-remember when she was pregnant?

- literally what have I missed

- side note, i really like the cup april drinks out of.

-THERE SHE IS

-SARAH

-SHE’S HERE

-and she’s a barista

-literally wtf is this show

-and the dramatic music is still going literally chill man god

-THE WAY SARAH SMILES HOLY SHITTTT come on man there was literally no way i’d survive this but fuck not even a minute in...

- okay but i never understood charles’ family scenario but this is already too fucking long for a minute in so i hope we can just skip past that

-hahahah sharon’s fucking divorce? holy shit, this is too dramatic for the first ep literally save me (at least she acts well)

-yeah the one thing I will say about med (thats a lie ive already said a hundred but yk) is that for the crap storylines and all, the actors take what they’re given and give it their all and i appreciate it so much

-the helicopter’s number is N365UCC and just... succ

-ethans bird (!)

-also the fact that’s so big for ethan to be chief resident is so weird to me. like the last medical drama I watched was greys and they are all like grizzled veterans and have been doing that stuff for actual decades and i tend to put med and greys on like the same level bc they are the only medical dramas ive watched but.. holy crap the people on med are so young?? half their main cast is med students and residents. when nearly every main character on greys is a department head. its wild.

-proud of ethan. proud of my boy (did you know that adam jacobs who played aladdin on broadway was in a s3 episode? fun facts) (fun fact: did you know that ava is the only main character on the show who’s status is now deceased? I’ll shut up now.)

-oh my god i say roland buck III’s name and GOD noah jesus

- i find noah incredibly annoying, especially bc he tries to overshadow reese (my fav) but also just bc hes spoiled [that thing that said that one of the biggest mistakes med made was not having sarah get the emergency med residency at the end of s1 comes to mine, and the fact that noah got his residency easy peasy] - but, i will say that the moment at the end of this season where noah and reese dance together at the party is very adorable. (pre reesker brain showing lmao I really did love sarah with my whole heart) (moreover my snapchat memories were filled with just recordings of reese scenes lmaooooo)

-okay at this point I need to stop once i get to the potential ava thing bc what is happening we’re not even two minutes in why is this so long. (so many thoughts)

- i find will annoying but,,, he is kind of nice to look at. and what i mean is like facial acting (i am a lesbian). like. just. don’t speak. and when he’s being a good character he’s fine. it’s very few and very far between ig

-natalie annoys me so much and shes only had one line, and it wasn’t even a character line, it was mainly exposition.

-EW

-FUCKING EW

-ITS CONNOR HE’S HERE. god i forgot what he looked like in red scrubs and his poofy hair. child compared to s3 and s4. hopefully we see latham soon so we all don’t have to suffer through this. and he looks so angsty. he definetly glowed up in the later seasons.

- i have no clue how to spell definetly. I am guessing literally everytime.

-latham please come and end this all.

-oh haha there’s downey hes dead.

-okay so i actually watched s1 after i watched s2 which is so weird to think about. like that means that i liked s2 so much that i BOUGHT THE DVD FOR S1. yeah. I liked it that much (it really only means I was that much of a simp for sarah). but it also means that technically i watched s1 after i met ava?? like i honestly had NO CLUE what was in my future. did young me ever think she was going to stay up late at night, avoiding history hw while analyzing a defunct character from this show on a whim? a character i was super annoyed with at the beginning? who has no become a huge part of my personality? honestly? no. no she did not.

-and the story with downey was so jarring. and the story with zanetti. like i think i first started watching with the first ep of s2 (the one im talking about rn) and i was a bit lost. so going back and watch s1 to like connect the dots. but i never expected the dots to look like that. its like each season of this show is a completely different show from all the other seasons. like i’ve said before, this show is a headache. but literally latham please come and end this for now.

-GOD CONNOR LOOKS SO YOUNG WHAT THE HELL thats so weird lmaooooo

- like i had absolutely no clue who downey was going into this. and they they started talking like ‘oh yeah he killed his attending’ and i was just like ‘damn bro ill cheers to that’

- that’s literally ava’s first line actually. “i heard your girlfriend went insane and you murdered your attending.” - which was why she was hated at first. that was literally her first line to connor which is like, so hilariously rude that it was instantly iconic.

-also HAHAHAHAH CUE FUCKING ANGST ABOUT CONNOR HURTING EVERYONE AROUND HIM WTF BRO THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON PEOPLE

- but i’m also sad now. --- “I heard your girlfriend went insane.” Oh. Oh, sweetie. Ava... No. --- but why does s2 ava (all two lines) foreshadow s4 ava in so many ways. like literally what were the writers on.

-baghdad.

-ah yes. the return of baghdad. been a long time since i heard that one, but it is easily one of my favorite running things about med. its just a little detail but the nick name is like perfect. (when i read fanfic where the chars are actually doing doctor stuff in the hospital it makes me light up) the WORLD BUILDINGGGGG. but whatever

-this is the girl who has the fake baby right? that was a really good ep (bc sarah content. can you see my favorites? for the same reason the one where the girl has split personalities easily ranks high with me.) oh wait this is the one where the dad like dies but then comes back for a split second to see his grand child. there’s not really a lot I can say about that, but the fact that i remember it vividly is... weird.

-okay but I actually love the ED in this show. I love how the show is centered around the ED and not the OR like greys. its fast paced, you see a lot about the characters really quickly (one of the reason’s connor’s intro to the hospital in the pilot is certified iconic in my mind [his interactions with will are gold]). the team works well together (usually, when things are good. - which is another reason I hated the show more as time went on. The personal lives interfered more and more and more with their work as time went on. it got so annoying). but like right here will just calls maggies name and maggie is just On It. I love it. I love the fast pace. it’s why this show got me to come back. so many things happen, it overloads my brain, like the way a video game works y occupying all of your attention.

-when is the dad gonna pass out i’m just waiting

-AHAHAHAHAHA JEFF NOOOOO. what even was the deal with jeff that storyline annoyed me so much I never got it. he was friends with nat’s husband (who died) and they were both named Jeff? and she actually ended up getting with Jeff a few times?

- the more you watch med and see how the characters get with each other, the more jaded you become

-omg they’re transferring the girl to the bed i love it when they count

-maggie was great but from what i heard/read they ruined her character too??? just not the same

-lmao only real g’s remember the chicago fire backdoor med pilot (if you want an explanation ask me lmao it was a ride)

- i was a real med simp bc I bought that episode on apple video.

-ahahaha this is so stupid. Jeff tries to do things and Will (being a fucking asshole and jealous, doesnt’ let him). he’s a med student let him fucking learn. also i remember why i hated will

-okay but if you look at greys vs. med, greys literally gives their med students no rights. scratch that. they give they’re interns little to no rights. (i only watched the last three seasons bc lesbian, but in those seasons they introduce the bottom of the totem pole, the sub I’s, who are a step ahead of med students, yet they are jokes on the show.) its just a weird juxtaposition is all.

-”lungs are wet.” dramatic music intensifies.

-OKAY BUT I LITERALLY FORGOT NATALIE SPECIALIZED IN PEDS. LIKE I COMPLETELY 100% FORGOT. HOLY SHIT THATS SO FUNNY i can’t believe in my mass hyperfixation i forgot, just more proof that she doesn’t deserve anything.

-why did will make nat do that call? also idk why but is it weird to anyone else when the characters call each other but just.. their names.

-ahahahah i laugh literally everytime i remember that will is supposed to be in charge like he is threatened by anything that MOVES. (also more juxtapositon to greys bc here the attendings are treated as a joke!)

- hly shit i just remember monday mourning and god damn the angst literally never takes a day off but whatever.

- i dont usually get like this but the dad’s acting here is actually making me sad lol. Usually i get annoyed when family members get emotional (im weird uhhhh)

-why did we have to watch the tube being put in for so long - med is so dramatic this fucking show whyyyy

- i bet u the dad is gonna pass out

-oh ig not oops

-OKAY FUCK ME THAT LITERALLY ONLY TOOK US TO THE TITLES HOW DO I HAVE THESE MANY FUCKING THOUGHTS.

-wait latham introduction we may just be able to call it here.

-haha i fucking hate him (connor). he just... comes off so fake-charming its annoying. i cant get over it lmao

-okay but literally every gives connor shit and I am here for it. Latham: “did you kill him?”

- it is literally so funny but annoy how connor throws hands with literally everyone in his path (like dude just chill come onnn)

-okay. okay. okay. finally the part i was waiting for.

- Latham: I preferred a young woman from Groote Schuur, but I was outvoted.

That’s an actual quote, from Latham. For those who are wondering, Groote Schuur is a famous hospital in, you guessed it, South Africa. This is where I’m calling the episode. This is all I needed.

I just want to restate. This is the first episode of season 2. Ava Bekker is introduced to the show in the last episode of season 2. What does this mean, my friends? It means everything.

For those of you who stuck through to the end, I am very thankful. Here we have probably the first piece of evidence to my theory, at least chronologically.

I, personally, think it’s absurd I remembered this point, but I did. That point, that line, presently, watching this episode with no idea of what the future holds, is only there to tell us that Latham and Connor are not going to agree. But this is the single greatest piece of foreshadowing med has ever done.

Med has never planned anything. I feel confident when I say that. Look at their storylines. They are literally on fire, and every decision the characters make reads like the writers going ‘we have no idea how we made it this far, we thought we would get stopped like ten steps ago.’

When has med ever planned things more than a few episodes in advanced, honestly? Almost never, and going a full season sitting on a plot point, that’s major. This was the first time med has ever planned something miles in advance.

In all honestly, yes I am probably giving the med writers a lot more credit than they deserve. It’s quite possible that as the season progressed they just decided connor needed a new love interest or at least a new dynamic, so they could have just easily looked back and thought ‘oh, hey, here’s a fun little thing we said earlier in the season, wouldn’t it be fun if it paid off?’ That could be true.

Here’s why it probably isn’t. The med writers have no respect for their own continuity. you really think that, in order to come up with a whole new character, they went back to the first episode of the season and paid off a line that is said in less than 2 seconds? no way. Bull. Shit.

honestly, it is probably equally unlikely that either of these things happened. The med writers don’t look back at their story. It’s true, but they also don’t plan things in advance either.

here’s the thing, the more i write, the more absurd it starts to sound. Yeah. Sure. the med writers sat on a character for an entire season, that’s totally a thing that happened and not sarcasm. When pigs fly. everyone knows med is impulsive and messy. But what I am saying is that they planned one thing. One thing.

Ava has an accent. That was a commitment. A pretty uncommon one too. South Africa is such an out of the box choice that god its barely on the map. It asks a lot of someone to act hard while also doing an uncommon accent. If the med writers just decided they needed to give connor a new dynamic, they could have made it a n y o n e. Yeah, sure it would have been nice to have the latham dynamic with the new character, but it would have been so much easier to just create a new character that doesn’t have such a commitment. We all know people who play opposite of Connor Rhodes do not stay around that long.

There is absolutely no reason Connor’s s3 love interest had to be the girl from South Africa. It could have literally been anyone. They could have kept Robin on. They could have made the new character not have so many specific requirements.

At this point, I’m pushing this really hard. Yeah, obviously Ava was planned from the beginning of s2. She had to be. It’s way too specific to be anything else.

What I’m pointing out here is med has never done that before. (at least to my knowledge, if i’m wrong please tell me i don’t want to be a fool) They have never had such a concrete plan for a character, so much as to tease them a full season before they were introduced.

I’m saying, that Ava was special. She was the only character who was teased ahead of her arrival. The one who they knew they wanted, other than the originals, and honestly saying the ‘knew what they wanted to do with the originals’ is being generous. But Ava was different. They had big plans for Ava.

It’s undeniable. Ava was the only character who was planned and teased ahead of her arrival. Ava has such a different style and character than anyone else on the show. She was always planned to be, even when she was just being teased, a rival to connor, meaning she could stand her own against him (or without him).

Now of course, the med writers forgot this when writing s4 and s5. But for the purposes of the important things, all that really matters are the two mentions in s2, and what happens in s3. (for the theory at least).

In conclusion: think about how odd it is that Ava was the only character that was planned over the course of the show. Like sure the characters are planned, but never this far in advance. Med writers don’t really plan anything. I would be shocked if they did anything but through a dart at a spinning wheel. But they had plans for Ava, and they had plans for s3, when she was good.

Think about how odd it is that the med writers had a character planned from the start of s2, that they sat on for a whole season. They never, ever did something so slow and deliberate. Never. It goes against their formula. Like a fucking shark, they have to be moving or they die, at least in their heads. But Ava was always a change to the formula. They had a plan for s3.

that’s it for now. we will see what happens when i watch the last episode of s2.

read the next parts:

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

#chicago med #med rewatch series #mine #soul care #ava bekker

[bibimbureizu]

On the Run.

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ft. Do Kyungsoo, various EXO members, possibly Taeyong (NCT) at some point but idk.

wcount. ~2500

warnings. Strong language! Possible hints at drug use, possible sexual themes, etc.

comments. Heed the strong language warning lmao there’s a lot of cursing bc i was feeling edgy when i wrote this. Sorry the exposition is really really weird. I’m stuck. If you have any ideas for this, please let me hear them! I would like to start writing an actual series but I just struggle with story telling/boarding.

insp. Somebody Else - the 1975

image found on Exo-L amino.

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I don’t want your body,

  Wind took wisps of hair and let it ride the air. A bleak sky and a somber night surrounds you.

But I hate to think about you with somebody else.

  You stood just outside the doors to a once happy home. Though happiness seems rarely permanent. Faith always fades.

Our love has gone cold,

  It was torture, waiting and waiting. It felt as though a thousand eyes were on you, some curious and some judging. Discomfort arose in the pit of your stomach, manifesting itself as a burn in your esophagus, and you could feel the pang of emotion and disgust, from reliving those short moments in your mind, bursting through tears that you refused to let fall. Yet you were alone

You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

  Thoughts of him seemed to haunt you; thoughts of the two of you rode alongside you in the backseat, whispering things in your ear that you didn’t need to hear. You would never be free. Everything, and nothing at the same time, drained you of your emotion, your spirit. There was no more will. There was no afterlife. Nothing could ever make you you again.

  You had had enough. Enough of the pain and heartache. Enough of him. Taeyong. You wanted to start over. Everything about this life was over. You would never be sure of what came over you that night, what compelled you to just run. Leave everything behind. You went for what seemed like ever, you could swear days went by as you drove off. Nothing mattered anymore. The death of this life only leads to the beginning of the next one.

  Though as you continued to drive, your shoddy little 2001 Toyota Camry’s tank just couldn’t take anymore and had officially fucked off. However, you weren’t paying attention to the tank. You just wanted to keep going. As far away as possible. You were possessed by the urge to just keep moving. That was until some asshole had swerved in front of you to pull into the gas station, causing you to do the same.

   As he left his truck to pay for gas inside the store, you pulled into the pump next to his, ready to give him a piece of your mind. You exited the car as he came back outside and stormed over to him, immediately shouting. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Driving like a fucking maniac out there, you nearly fucking killed me!” It had been a rough night. In fact, it had been a rough few months. Nothing seemed to go your way, as if the universe was punishing you. But tonight, it had given you the greatest blessing you’d ever received.

  He looked annoyed with your presence. Ignoring your words as he plugged the gas pump into his truck, but never once gave you the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

  “Are you just going to sit there, and fucking ignore me?” You ranted. “I should call the damn cops on you, you fucking rat. I wish you had hit my fucking car.”  He glanced at you, highly unamused with your attitude.

  “Save your breath, hag.” He spouted. You were livid. In your heated state, you approached him slightly and brought a fist down onto the hood of his ’98 Chevy Silverado.

  “Who the fuck,” You started, fuming and pointing a furious finger at him, as he turned to you with narrow eyes, suddenly full of passion and hate. It almost startled you, but you wouldn’t give it away. Not to him. You huffed momentarily. “You must be braindead if you can’t get the fucking point –“

  “Eat shit,” He spat at your feet. You jumped back slightly, only to look back up at him and throw a fist directly at his face to which he backed off to dodge, barely. His hand instinctively swung upwards to catch your wrist, and as you moved again to retaliate he caught the other in his other hand as well. He pushed against you, only to shake you up a bit so he could talk.

  “What’s your fucking problem?” He growled. You hissed back.

  “You, dumbass”

  “What do you want from me? A fucking apology?”

  “That would be better than this shit you’re pulling.”

  “You swung first, you know.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Fine.” He let go of you, turning around to move back to the gas pump.

  “No, I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

  “I’m sorry, Jesus fucking Christ, will you piss off now?”

  “Give me your wallet.”

  “Eat. Shit.”

  “Give me your fucking wallet.” Your mind was practically blank as you were blinded partly by rage but mostly by adrenaline. Doing and saying things you characteristically wouldn’t. As he returned the nozzle to its home and turned to you he shoved his hands into his front pockets and glared, eyes narrow yet burning with frustration. He opened his mouth for a moment, as though he was about to retaliate though his brows knitted together even harder as he looked past you, clenching his jaw. His piercing gaze focused back on you for a second then returned to the position it was in before – you nearly turned to follow his gaze, but his rough voice caught your attention.

  “Don’t look.” He said. In your confusion, you could only mouth the word “what?” Before he continued.

  “Get in the truck.”

  “What?” You said in disbelief. What caused this sudden change of heart?

  “Just. Get. In.” He looked rather stressed out as he mouthed the words to you between gritted teeth. He moved around you, grabbing at the door handle and opening it slowly as you moved out of the way. As he opened it wide enough for you his hand gently rested on your back and ushered you to get inside of the vehicle. After he closed the door he moved to the other side and climbed into the truck as well. Resting one hand on the clutch and one on the wheel, he lowered his head slightly and pointed out the window to two black cars, seeming to move in tandem, heading for the gas station. He said nothing as you followed his gaze, but after a brief pause he turned the truck on and began to move. The roar of the engine made you remember about your own car and all of the belongings within it.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Away.” He uttered.

  “Well – what about my car?”

  “We can come back for that.” His voice was flat as he continued to drive towards city limits.

  “What the hell!? How can you expect me to just get in your truck without an explanation and then tell me we’re going away and not be asking questions? You could be a fucking rapist or a murderer— actually, let me out of the fucking car. Right now.” You demanded, furious and worried for your life.

  He merely glanced at you. “You don’t know who they are do you?”

  “No, and I don’t fucking care – let me. Out. Of. The car.” You emphasized each word with punctuation.

  He sighed and made a u turn at the nearest intersection, coming back to the gas station and pulling over to the curb for you to get out, before speeding off again. You looked up towards your car to see two men breaking in and rummaging through it, in the middle of this gas station where surely someone would have called the police by now.  As you approached them, you could feel more anger building within you, venomous words rising to your throat as they violated your poor car – a smashed window, luggage strewn about as they looked for anything of value. Thankfully nothing – except your ring.  

  Your hands flew to your pockets, patting each one down on your pants and hoodie as you searched for your phone, but it was no where to be found. You’d had it earlier, though – you remember that much. It must have fallen out when you sat down in that guy’s truck. Fucking Christ, this night couldn’t get any worse. With a huff, you continued to approach the men, storming through rough and shaggy bushes that lined the perimeter of the parking lot. One of them retracted himself from the inside of your car, standing tall and looking down at something in hand. He gazed downward, examining whatever  it was he’d had in hand then looked up towards the other man, nudging him nearby with an elbow – he was shorter, elf-like in his features but he had a serious aura about him.

  Though without much delay. You honed in on what was in the taller man’s hand as he grinned down on it. Of course, it had to be your fucking ring. Nothing could go your way, could it? How could you have been so stupid to hope that it was something else.

  “No-“ You uttered hopelessly to yourself before finding resolve and clenching your fist. “Hey!” You shouted, demanding their attention. “Put the fucking ring back!”

  Their gazes fell to you as they looked towards the noise. The tall one looked shocked, though the other looked nothing but annoyed. He sighed then glanced up to his partner, whispering what looked like an order to him briefly before leisurely moving towards you. He stopped about 5 ft from you. He said nothing. He merely stared you down.

  “What the hell are ya’ll doing to my car!?” You interrogated.

  “Exactly what it looked like.” He was shameless and blunt in his response.

  “Fuck you!”

  He laughed through his teeth. “Its not like you had anything worth shit in there anyway.

  “Fuck you.” Was all you could mutter again. You were too tired to fight much right now.  “Just give me the ring god dammit. I don’t care about anything else.” His brow quirked at you as he shoved it deep into his pocket with his thumb while the rest of his hand rested there at his hip, the other hanging low at his side.

  You felt weak, seeing it vanish into the fabric. “Please,” A shaky, meager response to the sight. He grinned evilly, as his shorter cohort stepped up beside him. He opened his mouth the speak but was sharply interrupted.

  “Give her the ring.” A commanding voice. You looked past the two men standing ahead of you to see the same one who picked you up before. He held a gun pointed towards the thieves. The tall one scoffed as he turned, though his shit-eating grin quickly faded as he laid eyes on the gun – dark and serious. He, too, opened his mouth to speak though the sound of gunshots rang piercingly through the area as he shot the ground in front of him. Once, twice. That’s all it would take to at least maim the both of them.

  “Just fucking do it.” The shorter one, looked towards his partner, a stern and commanding look in his eye. The tall one scoffed once more to hide the startle before he inched backwards, towards you. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the ring out and handed it over. You mouthed thank you towards the Chevy guy as you took the ring in hand, and the other two males scattered back to their car almost immediately and sped off.

  He lowered his gun, and approached you, as you examined the ground  before him before he moved past it. There was no damage, and no bullet shells. “Thank you…” You said again. He reached into his pocket, whipping out your phone and handing it to you.

  “Hows your car?” He asked, turning his head to look at the beaten up car behind him. This was a change of heart, it honestly caught you off guard.

  “Fucked.” Was all you could say in response. The air between you grew cool, as his gaze returned to you. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.

  “We got off to a rough start. I’m sorry about nearly running you off the road.” He uttered, his hand dropped back down to his side as he approached you again, closing the already short distance between you, although this was more comfortable – a friendlier distance. “I’m Kyungsoo.”

  You admired him under the florescent lights of the station, the way shadows fell delicately on his face, and perfectly sculpted his almost ethereal beauty. It was breathtaking. “(y/n).” You uttered in response.

  “We should get going.” He said hastily. Looking as though he was about to say something else before you stopped him.

  “We?”

  “Uh…” He started. “Yeah, is that a problem?”

  “Well….”

  He blinked at you before moving over to your car, doing a quick walkaround and then looking back up at you. You could tell he had bad news. “It’s not in a condition to be driving in. Unless you’d rather stay here.” He side eyed you as he turned and began to walk towards the gas station, heading around the back of it. You weighed your options, checked your phone – 3% – glanced at your car. The mess made of it reminded you of him. But mess was an understatement.

  With a sigh, you followed Kyungsoo around the back of the station, his truck was parked again on the side of the road with the hazard lights flashing. He stood at the curb waiting for you and glanced up at you from his phone when you came into view out of the darkness.

  “Good choice.” He said shortly. You nodded in response and watched as he turned to open the door for you. “Where are you trying to go?”

  You thought for a moment. You were aimless. No where to go. Yet there were so many options ahead of you. “Anywhere but here.” You said as you slid into the truck, leaning your head against the rest. You knew you must have been at least a few hundred miles from home by now.

  He blinked at you as he got into the car as well. “I was thinking about heading north.”

  “Fine with me.”

  Without another word, he began to drive. The ride was silent. We’re weren’t interested in small talk anyway.

  The silence left you to your thoughts. Wondering what had gone wrong in your relationship of three years. Why suddenly he was unfaithful, and mean. Taeyong had changed. Wondering if it was your fault, tears welled up in your eyes and began to fall silently. The world was laughing at you. You turned towards the window, bringing your feet up onto seat and curling your knees. You could hear Kyungsoo’s head turn to look at you, but no words were exchanged and he continued to drive.

#exo #Kyungsoo #do kyungsoo #kpop #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic #Park Chanyeol #baekhyun #taeyong #sm entertainment #smut #angst #fluff #bias #BiasWrecker #wrecker #scenario #scenarios #d.o #On the Run #p1

[keichanz]

Soulmates AU

Because I’m too lazy and tired to think up a title right now.

For the anon who requested prompt number 1 from this post.

Edit: Holy fucking shit there are so many errors and typos please ignore them until I get around to fixing them lmao

Kagome stared down in a mixture of abject horror and absolute elation at the name that had just materialized moments ago on the skin of her right wrist. She was on her way to work on an average Thursday morning, taking the train as she did every day to get to her job as an archery instructor at a special martial arts gym run by her best friend. It definitely had not been there when she’d woken up that morning, and she’d only noticed it because she’d caught a glimpse of black when she’d taken a sip of her Starbucks coffee.

The Soulmate Mark, otherwise known as the name of your Soulmate, only showed up under one condition: you were going to meet them that day, usually within the first hour after it appears. Typically this would be a cause for great happiness and excitement. After all, although everyone is born with a Soulmate, it was still rare that Soulmates actually ended up together because more often than not they lived in different states or even countries. Some received them as young as a day old, while others weren’t lucky enough to get them until they were old and gray. So for it to appear when you’re only in your twenties was a blessing, something to celebrate and remember the day it happened for all of your days.

And usually Kagome would be ecstatic, bouncing off the walls even, and phone everybody she knew…had the name that appeared on her wrist not been in ancient Japanese kana. 

That…wasn’t normal, was it? Kagome blinked down at the characters, able to recognize them for what they were because of her background growing up on a shrine. Her mother’s Mark was in regular Japanese in her deceased father’s handwriting. Sango’s was similar, with her mark being the smooth, elegant characters of her Soulmate’s name in his flowing script. A childhood friend she’d recently reconnected with had gotten her Mark a few months ago in her significant other’s handwriting, also in plain Japanese. 

So why…why was her Mark written in characters that dated back to the Feudal Era? She studied the black ink intently, and found herself actually admiring how it looked. The characters that made up his name were sort of rough around the edges, appearing to be a scrawl more than anything as if written in hasty brush strokes. It wasn’t neat, and yet Kagome had no problem at all deciphering that characters that made up her Soulmate’s name. It was a strange contradiction, and Kagome wondered what the figure the name belonged to was like.

The loud screech of the train braking abruptly brought her out of her thoughts and Kagome blinked again before shaking her head and disembarking. Despite her confusion, elation and slight trepidation, she didn’t have time to dwell on her situation at the moment. Her shift started in half an hour and even though the gym was only a five-minute walk from the station, she needed to prepare for the lessons that day, ranging from beginner to advanced.

Unfortunately, by the time she hurried through the doors of the gym seventeen minutes later due to some unforeseen circumstances including a cyclist, her coffee, and a stained t-shirt, her questionable Soulmate Mark had all but disappeared from her mind as she mentally rolled through the day’s agenda, what needed to be done, what bows she needed to retrieve and lay out for the students who didn’t have one of their own, crap she needed to set up the targets, did the new arm guards come in yet, how many students needed to have their bows already strung, and she really hoped she had a change of clothes somewhere in the archery room. And shit, wasn’t the IT guy supposed to come in today? Damn her stupid computer and its stupid tendency to get stupid viruses! The only thing she ever did on there was play solitaire and go to one stinkin’ website to order more archery supplies! How did it even happen?!

Donned in white judogi with a black belt and talking with her husband and Soulmate, Sango almost missed her best friend’s hasty entrance and distracted rush toward the back of the gym where the door to her archery lessons took place in had it not been for Miroku’s curious raised eyebrow. “Kagome!” she called, jogging over to catch her before she disappeared from view. “Wait, Kagome, I have to tell you—”

“Sorry, Sango, can’t talk, I’m running late today,” Kagome interrupted a bit breathlessly without stopping, failing to notice her friend’s increasingly panicked look the closer she got to the door. “Spilled coffee, gotta change my shirt, lot to do, talk after lessons, okay?” She reached for the knob and yanked the door open.

“Wait! Kagome, listen, do you remember Miroku’s friend—”

“Just send the IT man back when he gets here, thanks San!”

“That’s what I’m tryin—!”

The door slammed shut, Kagome dropped her purse to the floor and then immediately started tugging off her coffee-stained t-shirt, deciding she’d just change into one of the old kosodes she supplied if one of her students desired to wear one during lessons. Most of them were a little too big for her, and smelled funky – she kept forgetting to take them home and launder them – but they would serve her purpose well enough, until she could go home during lunch and change into a fresh t-shirt. And, dammit, she was getting another coffee since she wasn’t able to enjoy her first one this morning. Stupid bicyclist. There were bicycles lanes for a reason…

Kagome dropped the dirty shirt to the floor on her way to the supply closet in the back of the room, snatched a few Kleenex from her desk on her way by to wipe off the coffee residue on her stomach, reached for the door handle—

And froze. Kagome’s back stiffened, her eyes went wide, and the color drained from her face as, painstakingly slowly, she turned her head toward her desk and met the very wide stricken golden eyes of a furiously blushing silver-haired man in her desk chair, one clawed hand lying immobile on the keyboard to her computer while the other hovered over the mouse, frozen in place.

The two stared at each other silently for what seemed like a small eternity, one in increasing mortification and the other with a rapidly growing mixture of awkwardness and embarrassment and had Kagome not been so distracted by the fact that there was a complete and total (but hot) stranger sitting at her desk, she might have noticed the spark of male appreciation in those amber depths. The silence seemed to stretch on forever and in that time Kagome’s face rivaled that of a tomato and still the (hot) stranger didn’t move, didn’t look away.

“…Uh—”

Kagome shrieked, yanked open the closet door and dove inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She heard lurid cursing from the other side as she blindly groped around for a kosode in the darkness and then hastily shrugged it on, effectively hiding the pink lace bra that whoever the hell was out there had gotten good a very good look at. “Who are you and why are you in my classroom?!” she screamed through the door, not quite ready to go out and face him—if he was even still there.

“—Christ—” Well, that answered that. “—I’m the goddamn IT guy,” he yelled back to her then grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “—ears are still ringing.”

“Fine,” Kagome snapped, glaring at the door even though the recipient couldn’t see it. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re in my classroom!”

The supposed IT man swore again. “Sango sent me in to—Jesus, this is stupid, would you come out of there already?!” There was a note of impatience to his voice and Kagome could have sworn she heard a growl.

“You’re stupid,” Kagome muttered petulantly back but reluctantly obeyed, making sure the kosode was tied securely before cracking open the door, peering out, and then exiting the closed in space. She kept her arms tightly folded across her chest as she regarded the silver-haired man with narrowed eyes. He was standing in front of the closet now with his arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his red face and his golden eyes glaring at her in irritation. Aggravated herself, Kagome was still blushing as she warily asked, “What did Sango send you in to do?”

He raised a brow and snorted. “Keh. Thought that’d be obvious. IT guy?” He waved a hand toward the desk where her computer sat. “I fix computers?”

Kagome’s flush deepened and she murmured, “Oh,” looking a bit sheepish that she hadn’t put two and two together herself but then her earlier ire returned and she glared accusingly at him. “You pervert,” she hissed and he sputtered in what she guessed was disagreement. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything?! I can’t believe you just let me—oh my God,” she moaned, dropping her heated face in her hands, embarrassed all over again. The IT guy saw her in her bra. She was going to die.

“I am not!” he protested vehemently, the scowl back on his face and—yes, he was growling, Kagome discovered. What the— “You’re the one who walked in here and started stripping!”

Kagome’s mouth dropped. “Hey—this is my classroom! And it’s not like I expected anybody to be in here! It’s normally empty!” That was when she recalled her best friend trying to tell her something before she’d entered the room, and she’d been in such a hurry to change and get everything prepared for her 9 am class, she couldn’t be bothered to wait and hear her now. Now Kagome was wishing she’d waited to hear Sango’s explanation as to what lie beyond the door to her classroom.

He sneered at her. “Well next time why don’t you listen when someone’s trying to tell you that there’s someone else inside the room you’re going into!”

The archery instructor opened her mouth, closed it, then pouted, annoyed that she couldn’t really argue that point because hadn’t she just told herself the same thing? Still, she mumbled under her breath about rude IT guys and huffily stuck her nose in the air, trying to appear regal and unaffected by it all, but the affect was ruined by the still-going-strong blush coloring her cheeks a vivid shade of scarlet.

The silver-haired man snorted, seemed to relax a little at her apparent defeat – to him anyway – then turned his head, but gave her a calculating, sidelong glance. “Besides,” he muttered suddenly, drawing her narrow-eyed attention. “…S’not like I saw anything interesting anyhow.”

Kagome gaped for the second time in as many minutes and she reacted without thinking, the movement pure reflex. With a cry of outrage she flung her palm toward his face in slap the shit out of him but then gasped when he caught her wrist mid-slap and glowered darkly at her and yep, he was definitely growling.

“Wench—” he started, then abruptly caught himself off as his gaze flicked to the wrist he held in his hand—her right wrist and Kagome gasped when she realized what he was staring at so intently with suddenly wide whiskey-colored eyes. Panicking, Kagome tugged at her wrist, trying to escape the tight grip he had on it, but his hold was firm and it was like he didn’t even notice her valiant tugging, his eyes fixated on her Mark with something flashing in his eyes that Kagome couldn’t quite place. Dread? Fearful astonishment? Cautious hope? Wait, what—

“Kagome,” he suddenly whispered and said woman’s world came to a screeching halt.

Instantly ceasing her attempts to escape his grip, Kagome stared in dawning horror at the man who had probably-most-definitely seen her in her bra and swallowing the suddenly lump in her throat, she dropped her gaze to his hand, drove forward to latch onto his right wrist and yank it up to eyelevel, ignoring his grunt of surprise. Then she whimpered because no matter how hard she tried to deny it, no matter how vehemently she told herself this was not happening, the proof was staring her right in the face: her name in precise blank ink, blazoned across his wrist in clear Japanese—Kagome.

Face pale, heart thundering in her chest, Kagome slowly lifted her gaze up to his face and found him already staring at her, his expression similar to her own. He’d loosened the hold he had on her wrist and he was cradling her hand in his own, his thumb absently sweeping across the Mark that tattooed the pale flesh of her own wrist in ancient Japanese kana—Inuyasha.

They stared at each other silently for an undetermined amount of time, minds whirling, hearts racing until each of their expressions morphed a horrified mask of adamant disbelief, and then they their mouths opened simultaneously and three words fell from two sets of lips.

“Oh, hell no!”  

There is probably definitely going to be a part two. Because this was just too fun to write lmao.

#oneshot #soulmates au #part 1 #inuyasha #kagome #keizfanfiction #fanfiction #inukag

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In Dire Need of a Tutor (Peter Parker Imagine)

request: nope just an idea i had off the dome last week

short summary: you need a tutor for AP Physics…Peter Parker is your boy for the job. stuff happens from there LOL

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a little swearing but idk if people got a problem w that *shrugs*

A/N: lowkey not sure if anyone will like this lmao but this is going to be a 3 or 4 part series, so this first part is primarily to set the stage for the next part, which will have a larger focus on peter himself. if you’d liked to be tagged in future parts or my works in general pls lmk!

“Jesus Christ, Flash, you’re so full of yourself!” you exclaimed as you quickly gathered your notebook and shoved it in your backpack. You were beyond frustrated and infuriated.

AP Physics wasn’t your strong suit, but you’d be damned if you didn’t ace both the class and its subsequent AP exam. The more you worked, the more hopeless your quest to find a tutor seemed to become. Your friend MJ tried first and it didn’t work out. Then you had tried Flash when he had offered. He wasn’t exactly the ideal person you had in mind, but you were desperate. Too desperate.

“At least I’m not as hopeless as you, how do you not understand the most basic of formulas? You’ll need a goddamn miracle to pass this exam,” he replied arrogantly. You simply showed him the finger and exited the empty classroom he’d been tutoring you in. There were still a good 5 minutes left of lunch and you were in dire need of some junk food from one of the vending machines.

As you opened the door, you collided with another person, with the contents of your backpack flying everywhere. Textbooks, notebooks, pens, everything.

“Shit,” you both exclaimed simultaneously. “This day could not get any worse,” you muttered to yourself with a humorless laugh as you bent over to collect your things.

“I-I’m really sorry,” said the boy you’d run into. He knelt down next to you and was hurriedly gathering your things. Taking a quick glance up at him, you recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t place which class.

“No, it was my fault,” you replied softly. “You don’t have to help me, it’s totally fine—“ you stopped mid-sentence as he handed you your latest Physics test that had fallen out of your bag, a big fat D+ adorning the upper right corner of the paper.  You felt your cheeks redden as you slowly took it back.

The two of you worked in silence until all of your things were gathered off of the linoleum floor of the hallway. Getting up and brushing your knees off, you were still slightly embarrassed he’d seen the test that you’d bombed.

“Thank you, uhm,” you paused, not really know his name.

“Peter…Parker. Peter Parker,” he introduced quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. They were looking down at the floor actually.

“Right..well thank you Peter. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you held out your hand for him to shake.

“I know, we have AP Physics together,” Peter stated. His cheeks reddened and his eyes widened as he continued, “I think, I mean I don’t know for sure.” He then quickly took your outstretched hand to shake.

You looked him over for a brief moment. Messy dark hair, but kind brown eyes. His t-shirt was a physics joke that, of course, you didn’t understand. But recognition slowly made its way into your features as your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, we do have physics together,” you exclaimed sheepishly. He shrugged it off nervously.

“It’s okay, I’m kind of invisible,” Peter replied quietly. After a few more brief moments he extracted his hand from yours and handed you your backpack. As you were about to shuffle away awkwardly he grabbed your arm.

“I could maybe…tutor you in Physics if you want? I kind of overheard your situation with Flash and it looks like you need help.” You could tell he was referencing the abomination of a test he had seen while helping you clean up. His eyes widened again. “Not that you’re stupid or anything, quite the opposite, I just, uh,” he stammered. You smiled at him.

“No I completely get it, I’m desperate for help honestly. Would you mind tutoring me, Peter?” you asked sweetly. If you recalled correctly, he was quite smart, and never got an answer wrong when the teacher would call on him in class.

“Sure, okay,” he said, sounding a bit breathless. You thanked the Gods above and prayed that he would be able to help you pass.

Before you could give a response, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Quickly grabbing a pen from your backpack and Peter’s arm, you scrawled your number on his arm. Students started to fill up the hallways, walking towards their next classes.

“Text and let me know what times work best for you, I’m pretty much free all the time, bye Peter!” you called as you scurried off to your next class, leaving him staring at his arm with a dumbfounded look on his face.

~2 weeks later~

Peter had been tutoring you late in the evenings after his Stark Internship, which worked out since you two lived in the same building, him being two floors up from your apartment. And, you were actually starting to understand physics. There was another test tomorrow, and tonight Peter was supposed to help you do some last minute cramming.

You couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed every time you were over at his apartment, or how often he would blush when you’d scoot closer to him to get a better look at a problem or concept. Any time that your shoulders would brush you’d see him visibly stiffen or jump a little bit. You considered questioning him on it, but thought that maybe he’d quit tutoring you if you did. And lord knows you couldn’t afford for that to happen.

He’d told you in school earlier that day he might be a bit late, but you still made your way up to his apartment anyway and knocked on the door. His Aunt May opened the door and smiled when she saw it was you.

“Y/N! Is Peter expecting you?” she inquired as she gestured you in. Every time you were over in the past few weeks she was nothing but warm and nice to you, and unbeknownst to you shooting Peter suggestive glances every time he led you to his room for a tutoring session.

“Yeah, we have a test tomorrow, so we’re planning on some last minute cramming so I can actually retain this information,” you joked lightly. May gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

“With Peter’s help I’m sure you’ll definitely ace it. That boy’s as smart as they come, and cute too,” she replied with a wink. You blushed.

“Definitely true.” You didn’t specify which of her statements you were agreeing with, and she didn’t ask. Instead, she mentioned you were free to wait for Peter in his room and to help yourself to anything in the kitchen before retreating to her own bedroom.  

You opted to just take a glass of water and made your way to Peter’s room, taking a seat on his bed and pulling out some study materials. Though, about 20 minutes later while deep into a multi-step pendulum problem, the window slowly started creeping open. You froze, not knowing what to do or how to react to the situation and waited to see what would unfold.

A figure slowly came in and started climbing on the ceiling…climbing on the ceiling!! You threw your hand over your mouth when realizing that none other than Spider-Man was crawling on the fucking ceiling. His mask was off and your heart raced with anticipation as you craned your neck to get a clear look at the face.

As the figure looked down and outstretched their arm to slowly close the slightly open door, it hit you like a truck: it was Peter Parker, Peter fucking Parker was the Spider-Man. In shock with a million questions running through your head, Peter finally saw you as he made his descent to the floor, shock painting his features perfectly. After 30 seconds of silence you were the first to speak.

“What the fuck, you’re Spider-Man? How do you? Why do you?” your mouth kept opening and closing as more and more questions popped into your head. You got up off of his bed and started pacing around the room, slightly annoyed and extremely confused. “Do you even have anything to say or are you just going to stand there and ignore my questions?” you all but yelled. Peter finally sprung into action throwing a hand over your mouth, realizing the severity of the situation.

“Y/N please calm down, don’t hate me just let me explain, okay, just hear me out? Please?” he begged. He started making some hardcore puppy dog eyes at you and your annoyance began to falter. You removed his hand from your mouth and once again sat on his bed, taking a deep breath. “Fine, you have 60 seconds before I start freaking out again,” you said dramatically.

Honestly inside you knew that there was no reason for you to be this worked up, you’d only known Peter almost two weeks now. But you were just…scared for him. You brushed it off as normal human compassion as he took off his Spider-Man suit.

As he changed into some normal clothes it took everything in you to look away as he revealed his rock hard abs, you wouldn’t be surprised if your cheeks were insanely red. Heaving a sigh he sat next to you on his bed, his knee bouncing up and down nervously.

“I am…Spider-Man,” he started slowly. Yeah no shit Sherlock, you thought to yourself. But didn’t dare interrupt. 

“I got bit by a spider a while ago and I developed all these super human powers and it just sort of turned into this big thing, and pretty much every day I work hard to protect everyone in Queens and just be this friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man and I know I tell everyone I have this big Stark internship but it’s just I can’t tell people about this, not even Aunt May or else she wouldn’t let me do this anymore, and I just have to do this. I can’t just have these powers to help and look out for people and neglect to use them. And I’m so sorry about lying to you but it’s just…I couldn’t risk it. I really couldn’t,” he rushed out in one single breath.

You could see slight relief in his features as everything in his mind came out of his mouth. You felt for him a little bit, evidently having nobody to confide in about this major secret in his life. Before you could formulate a response you saw tears forming in his eyes.

“Oh, Peter,” you replied softly, pulling him into a hug. “Please stop crying, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you, you’re okay.” He was sniffling against your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist, as you stroked one of your hands through his hair. “Your secret’s safe with me, I promise.”

After a few minutes he had composed himself and looked at you deeply. “Thank you, Y/N.” You felt a shiver run down your spine at how genuine he sounded…but in a good way. Brushing it off, you wiped a few stray tears off of his cheeks.

“So…you actually know Tony Stark?” you asked, trying to change the mood. He laughed a little bit, causing you to laugh too. And the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about his Spider-Man lifestyle instead of studying.

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