“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
Okay I've been obsessed with WandaNat again and I Just had a thought.
Wanda and Nat have been gone on a long mission, Reader has been home alone, and has nightmares every night of something bad happening to them. Wanda felt them in distress last night, and told Nat they had to go. they rush home after finishing the mission, and see Reader spacing out in bed, and they crouch next to her, and reader doesn't noticed, until she feels Nat's hand on her thigh and flinches a little. Reader leans on Nat's shoulder. Wanda gets water for R, and then they cuddle all night.
I was waiting outside the stage door for Gracie to come out. I was in a group with other fans, but no one knew we were dating. She hasn’t come out as bisexual yet, and I’m letting her do it on her own terms. Only because I know what it was like to come out, and for me at least, I had a supportive mom, but my dad kicked me out. I had heard my mom argue with him for a week straight to not abandon me. I was 17 then, I’m 22 now. Gracie’s career is just taking off with her first album Good Riddance. She’s 24.
I saw the door open and fans went wild. I smiled softly as she looked my way, she made direct eye contact and I waved. She nodded at me.
“Omg she noticed you?!”
An excited fan said next to me, she was practically vibrating with excitement knowing Gracie could come over here anytime.
“Yeah, omg is this real?!” I said trying to match the fans' tone. To blend in.
She laughed and we saw Gracie sign albums, shirts, anything fans could hand her. She took her sunglasses off and walked over to our section.
“Hey guys! How’s it going?” Her voice was a mix of adrenaline and care.
She signed a few albums, made conversation and somewhere along the way she had held my hand. Not gently, possessive. Like she was trying to shield me from whatever could possibly happen.
“You’re gonna get us caught” I whispered just enough so only she could hear me.
She smirked a little.
“Maybe I wanna get caught” she whispered back, and started talking to another fan like nothing happened.
–
Back at the hotel we were getting ready for bed, I was showering while she was writing in her journal.
“Babe?”
I called out, over the stream of water.
“Yeah, what's up?” she gently yelled back.
“I love you”
I yelled at her.
“I love you too honey, is that all you wanted to say?”
I smiled gently letting the hot water run over my face. “Yeah, just letting you know, in case you forgot”
“We’ve been dating for a year and saying I love you for 6 months, I think I know”
“Yeah well sometimes when you write you go into a spiral and think I don’t love you somehow.”
She didn’t respond. I heard footsteps and saw her walk in. wearing my long marvel t-shirt and her shorts.
“Do you just remember every little thing about me?” she said with a teasing smirk to her.
“Hard not to, when I’m the one calming you down from panic or anxiety attacks, sweet girl”
“Get out of the shower and come cuddle me idiot”
She walked away and I smiled as I shut the water off. “Yes ma’am”
I replied even though she was gone already.
I walked into the bedroom and Gracie was lying on her side staring at the wall. Her eyes flickered to me when I walked in.
“You’re late”
She said flatly.
“My apologies Professor Abrams”
“Get a shirt on and come over here doofus”
I grabbed my pajama shirt and put it on, making my way over to the bed. I got in next to her, and she migrated to rest her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her and held her hand with the other.
“You okay?” I asked softly into her hair.
“Mhm, just tired” she replied
“Then sleep, I got you” I kissed her forehead, and she looked up and kissed me on the lips. Before settling back down.
Just before her breathing evened out, I leaned down gently.
“You did good out there”
She smiled and I held tighter. Once it was confirmed she was asleep I shut off the lamp and the room faded into a dark space again.
craving to be on someone's neck. sitting next to them while we're out with friends, gently running my nails up and down their thigh while i lean on their shoulder. softly moving my head into the crook of their neck and nudging them with my nose. breathing them in and kissing them, trying my best to keep it chaste with people around despite my nails nearly bruising into their skin while i kiss them.
or, waking them up like that for work. turning off their alarms before they sound off and quietly settling back into bed with them. kissing their shoulder before turning them on their back, being so soft with my hands as i move their head to the side for better access. kissing their cheek, stroking their jaw and trailing down their throat with my mouth. mumbling their name, licking from their collar bone up to their ear. placing soft kisses against their warm skin and whispering that they need to wake up for me.
or, letting that needy girl strapwarm on my lap. picking a size that's a little too big for her, but easing her onto it with my voice in her ear and my lips on her throat. grazing my teeth deep against her neck in the wake of kisses i leave. feeling her hips under my hands and digging my nails deeper for each bite i leave. smelling her, moaning into her, leaving traces of my lips and teeth all over her chest and up to her jaw.
-Paige is obviously the coordinator, where they stop, how long they stop for. where they eat. ect
-Missy puts the playlist together, mainly rock or pop rock. Sometimes sneaks in love songs to surprise Paige.
-Paige has to keep a hand on Missy at all times, weather thats a thigh, or holding her hand. fingers intertwined.
-Missy loves to sneaks photos of Paige when she's driving or looks cute. she'll save them and sometimes hangs them on her wall, puts them in her wallet ect.
-If Missy falls asleep, Paige will grab a blanket from the backseat, and drape it over her. then she'll take funny photos of her.
-Missy tries to pay for gas, but Paige beats her too it. Missy tries to act mad, but when Paige comes back from the gas station with her favorite candy or snack, she melts.
-If they have to stop somewhere and spend the night in their car or in a hotel, Paige usually sleeps closer to the door incase something were to happen.
a/n-I was bored so here are some travel headcannons.
-If they fight it's never easy. Paige hates yelling at Missy even if she started the fight somehow. usually its because she catches Missy Smoking and Paige doesn't want her to pick up her bad habits.
-When they do fight, they usually sleep at separate houses, but they still call to say goodnight and good morning.
-Ever since Missy got told she wasn't supposed to really be alive, because her birth was dangerous. She has nightmares or panic attacks about it so Paige comforts her and holds her in bed.
-Paige and Missy will usually drink in bed together when they cuddle, and it turns into a truth spillage which leads to a fight or disagreement.
-Paige hates her life, because she blames herself for her parents divorce, even tho it wasn't her fault at all.
-Missy once ran away and Paige knew this because she wasn't answering for 2 days, she found her at the skatepark in their spot, drunk, and a bruise on her face. to which Missy blamed she got in a fight with someone the other day.
-When they got home, Paige cleaned her up and got her in comfy cloths, and Missy fell asleep on Paige's chest.
a/n: heres angsty head cannons, sorry its short, I'll do a spicy head cannons soon.
-Missy always sneaks out and meets Paige at the skatepark, they would smoke together, but Missy was always protective Paige, even more so now, that Mary banned them from hanging out.
-Whenever Paige and Missy hang out during their sneak out, they cuddle in Paige's bed, and whenever she says random facts, Missy makes a confused face, and Paige giggles at it, and wraps her arms around her tighter.
-Missy sometimes comes over after school, unannounced Paige instantly gets worried when she sees Missy. she cups her face and asks if she's okay, there's only 2 reasons she comes over unannounced,
1: Missy needs help with homework
or
2: she ran away from home, because she got in a fight with her mom, and dad, and needed comfort.
-Paige doesn't like to admit it, but she loves Missy. she's not the person to get into relationships so it scares her that she loves her.
-They stargaze together on Paige’s roof, and Missy yaps about nonsense, while Paige admire's her. hoping Missy can't hear her heartbeat like Paige can.
-Missy had to get really drunk to finally convince herself to say I love you, to Paige. to which Paige says it back in return- relieved she's not the only one that feels like that. they share a sweet kiss before Missy reluctantly goes home.
-When Missy leaves, Paige replays it in her head a million times, and smiles before falling asleep in Missy's hoodie, knowing her hoodie is with Missy that she hopes she's wearing too.
A/n- i've been in my Young sheldon phase for the past 5 months, and I'm still a little upset we didn't get a Missy x Paige spin off. They're literally my top 2 favorite characters and i relate to both in a way. yay for me!!.
𓂅 in which chris gets injured as superman from an intense mission the night before, no matter how much he tries to hide it the morning after, doctor!reader always notices.
𓂅 fluff, lots of tension, descriptions and mentions of cuts & blood.
written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
the hallway outside the trauma wing smells like antiseptic and stale coffee—the usual scent of metropolis general, the hospital that never sleeps. you’re halfway through scribbling notes on a patient chart when you look up and nearly walk straight into someone.
“sorry—”
the apology dies in your throat.
chris.
he’s standing there like he didn’t expect to be caught—bag slung across his shoulder, black framed glasses sliding down his nose, hair a little messier than usual, sleeves of his suit rolled slightly up his arms. he looks like he always does when he shows up here for stories. a little tired, a little curious, too observant for his own good.
except today something’s off, and you notice it immediately.
he’s shaking. not violently, but enough that the tremor in his fingers catches your eye when he adjusts the strap of his bag. and when he shifts his arm, the sleeve pulls just high enough for you to see it.
a scar.
not a small one. a long, jagged cut across his side, just barely hidden under the edge of his shirt like it’s been stitched in a hurry.
your stomach drops. “oh my god, chris,” you say slowly, stepping closer. “what happened to you?”
he freezes for half a second before his usual easy smile slides back into place.
“it’s nothing,” he says lightly.
you stare at him.
“nothing?”
“yeah,” he shrugs, like you’re asking about the weather. “paper cut. happens all the time.”
you narrow your eyes. “that,” you point to the angry red line peeking out from his shirt, “is not a paper cut.”
he shifts his weight, glancing toward the hallway like he’s already plotting an escape route.
“doc, i’m fine,” he says, voice softer now. “i’m actually here to interview the staff about last week’s disaster response. or as you’d call it, headline chasing. remember?”
you cross your arms. “you’re shaking.”
“cold.” he shrugs.
“and you’re sweating.”
“hot.”
“chris.”
your voice carries that tone, the one that makes residents sit up straighter and paramedics stop arguing. he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like a kid caught doing something stupid.
“it’s really nothing,” he insists again. “just a scratch.” the memory of it all hits him. sharp and sudden, like the sting of the wound itself.
LAST NIGHT . . .
steel groans above him.
the building is collapsing faster than he calculated—support beams snapping, concrete cracking under the pressure of the explosion that tore through the structure minutes earlier.
chris braces his shoulder against a falling beam, muscles straining as he forces the weight of the upper floors to hold.
“everyone out!” someone yells below.
people scramble toward the exit he forced open.
he can hear every heartbeat in the room. panicked, racing, alive.
then—a scream.
chris turns just as a section of shattered steel tears loose from the ceiling, his cape flowing through the smoky air as he does so.
it’s falling straight toward a group of trapped civilians. he moves without thinking. faster than sound, faster than fear. he lunges forward, shoving the civilians out of the way as the jagged metal crashes down—
and for a split second, he miscalculates the angle.
the edge slices across his side.
a deep, burning cut.
it shouldn’t hurt him this much. but whatever chemical blast caused the explosion laced the debris with something unfamiliar—something that weakens him just enough to matter.
he grits his teeth, ignoring the warm line of blood spreading beneath his superman suit.
“move,” he says firmly, steady despite the pain. the civilians stare at him in shock before scrambling toward safety.
chris stays where he is, one arm holding the collapsing beam above his head while the other presses briefly against the wound.
not enough to slow him down. not tonight. because the building is still falling. and there are still people inside.
END OF FLASHBACK.
chris is immediately snapped out of his thoughts by the feel of your hand on his wrist. the contact surprises both of you.
his skin is warm, warmer than it should be—and the tremor in his hand stops the second your fingers close around it. for a moment neither of you says anything.
“come on,” you mutter, tugging him gently toward an empty exam room. “sit.”
“doc—”
“sit.”
he does. grumbling quietly, he drops onto the edge of the exam table while you close the door behind you. the fluorescent lights hum softly overhead as you pull on gloves and grab a tray of supplies.
“you’re unbelievable,” you say, turning back to him. “you walk into a hospital half-bleeding and think i’m just going to let you interview people for your stupid newspaper?”
he lifts a brow. “half-bleeding feels dramatic. and hey—daily planet newspapers are pretty insightful if you give it a chance:”
you ignore his comment and step between his knees and lift the edge of his shirt without asking. the scar is worse up close, long and deep, the kind of wound that should have put someone in the ER immediately. the stitches are sloppy, clearly done by someone who didn’t have proper tools.
your heart squeezes. “who stitched this?” you murmur.
he hesitates. “uh…a friend.”
you snort. “remind me never to let that friend near a needle again.”
he laughs softly, but there’s tension in it. you clean the wound carefully, cotton brushing against his skin. he goes still beneath your hands, breath catching for a fraction of a second.
“does it hurt?” you ask.
“not really.”
damn liar.
you can feel the way his muscles tighten every time you dab antiseptic across the edges of the scar.
“you should’ve come here sooner,” you scold quietly. “this could’ve gotten infected.”
he watches you while you work. not the wound. you. your concentration, the small crease between your brows, the way your hands move with practiced confidence. his eyes are focused on you, looking up at you with no shame.
“i knew you’d yell at me,” he says after a moment.
you don’t look up. “i am yelling at you.”
“yeah,” he murmurs. “but you’re also fixing it.”
you pause. when you finally glance up, he’s already looking at you. too closely. there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite place—something soft and tired and strangely grateful. you clear your throat, focusing back on the bandage.
“next time,” you say, wrapping gauze around his side, “maybe try not to get into whatever trouble caused this.”
he huffs a quiet laugh. if only you knew.
“i’ll keep that in mind, doc.”
you press the tape down firmly, your fingers brushing his ribs. he inhales sharply. for a moment neither of you moves. the space between you suddenly feels smaller than the exam room.
“there,” you say finally, stepping back. “try not to tear it open again.” chris slides off the table, adjusting his dress shirt over the bandage, and slipping his suit jacket back on.
“thanks,” he says.
you point a finger at him. “i’m serious. if that starts bleeding again, you come find me.”
his mouth tilts into that familiar crooked smile. “guess i’ll just have to get hurt more often then.”
you glare at him. “don’t even joke about that.”
he lifts his hands in surrender, still smiling, pushing his glasses up his face and grabbing his stuff. “okay, okay.”
he heads for the door, then pauses with his hand on the handle.
“hey, doc?”
you glance up.
his expression softens in a way that makes your chest tighten.
“thanks for uh…you know, patching me up.” he says quietly.
you shrug, pretending it’s nothing. “that’s what i do.”
he nods once, like the answer means more than it should. then he slips out into the hallway. and you never notice the way his shaking stops completely once the bandage you wrapped around his side holds everything together, or the way his hand lingers briefly over the scar you just covered.
Missy was in crisis mode. It felt like the world hung in the balance of an impossible decision: jacket or no jacket. God what an impossible decision.
On one hand, she was at home and should dress casually, on the other she was having company over and should dress her best. After a few minutes of debating she decided on the no jacket option and she felt like she had just solved world hunger. In hindsight it wouldn't be that important but in that moment it was everything.
She spent the next couple of minutes getting ready for her guestaking sure her room was neat and her outfit was nice. It was just a white T-shirt, a pair of jeans and Converses but still, it had taken hours to even figure it out.
“Why are you acting so weird?” Missy jumped at the voice. Sheldon was standing in her door frame, his face with his usual inquisitive look.
“No reason,” Missy responded, “Go away buttwad.”
“Teenage hormones?” the boy asked.
“No. Just go away!” Missy said harshly.
Sheldon studied his twin a second longer before turning around and heading back to his room, “If not for you both being females, I would suspect you have a teenage crush.”
Missy rolled her eyes, how could someone be so smart and so stupid at the same time? But she wouldn't exactly call it a crush, at first it was but lucky for her it had blossomed into something more.
Before she could do anything else, there was a knock on the door. Her heart stopped for a second as Mary answered it. “Missy, Paige is here!” Mary called.
“Coming!” Missy called back. She frantically cleaned her room some more, throwing some clothes in the back of her closet and shuffling some things around and out of sight. Then she grabbed some lip gloss and put it on, she had a feeling she would need it for later.
The girl then quickly headed out of her room and went to the living room where Paige was chatting with her mom. As soon as Missy entered, all eyes went to her. “Hey,” Paige greeted.
“Hey,” Missy said back, ignoring the blush creeping up on her cheeks.
Mary smiled, “We are just so happy and blessed you're here Paige. The Lord knows how much Missy needs help in math.”
“Mom!” Missy said with a whine from embarrassment.
To which Paige and Mary chuckled at, “No worries Mrs. Cooper, I'll help her.”
Mary smiled and left the girls by themselves to get started on dinner. Missy gestured for Paige to follow her to her room. Once inside Missy closed the door, “I'm so glad you're her-”
She was cut off by a sudden passionate kiss as soon as she turned around. Their lips crashed together as Missy was backed up against the wall. She tasted something sweet, Paige must've also put on some lip gloss as well.
“I missed you too,” the blonde girl said as she broke the kiss.
Missy smiled before sliding her hand to the back of Paige's neck and bringing the girl back in for another kiss. It felt like heaven. She knew that her mother would never approve, hell the town wouldn't either but she didn't care. All she wanted was to kiss Paige with all the passion in the world, consequences be damned.
After a minute the two girls broke away before they got caught, “I really do need to study,” Missy said, “I'm failing math.”
Paige smiled, “Lucky for you. I'm great at math.”
They settled down on Missy's bed and she brought out her algebra homework to work on. Paige looked over it and got the answers easily while Missy looked at it like it was a different language. Why he hell were their letters in math anyway.
“Ok so, show me what you can do,” Paige said, handing Missy the pencil.
“Uhhhh ok,” Missy clicked her tongue before writing her name on the paper, then looked back up with a sheepish grin, “That's all.”
The blonde genius chuckled and rolled her eyes, “This is going to be a long night. I might even have to stay over.”
“But you don't have any clothes here,” Missy said.
“Don't worry, I'll just wear some of yours.” The comment made the other girl blush.
“I'll ask my mom,” she said, rushing off to ask Mary. To which the woman said yes to, glad that her daughter was excited to be learning, the irony.
They spent another hour working on the homework and were able to get through about a third of the worksheet. Even though getting Missy to do math work was like pulling teeth.
“I hate math,” the girl whined, flopping backwards on the bed, “It's so stupid!”
Paige rolled her eyes before flopping next to her, “At least if you're bad at it, I can be around more often to tutor you.”
“Nevermind I love math, a very useful subject,” she said quickly, her tune changing in an instant. Paige giggled - a joyous sound to Missy's ears. The blonde leaned over and planted another kiss on the other’s lips.
The two were back in heaven, forgetting the homework and just enjoying each other. The world could end and neither would care, only invested in that moment with each other. Paige moved her hands to cradle the back of Missy's head and deepened their kiss as Missy wrapped her arms around Paige's waist.
But before they could do much more there was a sudden knock on the door, “Girls,” Mary called. They quickly broke apart and sat up pretending to be invested in the homework.
“Come in!” Missy said.
Mary opened the door with a snack tray in hand, “I brought y'all some dinner.” She laid the tray on the nightstand, “How's the studying going?”
“Good,” both of them responded, a little too quickly.
“Good,” Mary said with a smile,”Great to see Missy so invested in learning.”
Missy nodded and snuck a glance over at Paige with a giggle. Mary didn't clock what it meant though and left the two girls back to their study session. Mary had made some sandwiches for the girls and they ate while continuing the trek through the minefield of homework.
And after another hour they were halfway done. It was getting dark but they had to continue. Missy laid her head on Paige's shoulder as the genius explained the slope-intercept form.
“Ok, so if 8x+4y=20, what is it's y intercept?” Paige asked to no response from Missy. She looked down to see the girl fast asleep on her shoulder, her pencil hung loosely from her hand. Paige couldn't help but smile and realized that they were done for the night.
She quickly scrawled down the answers to the rest of the work, then gently guided the sleeping girl so that she was lying comfortably on the bed. Paige put the finished worksheet in Missy's backpack. Before settling into bed with the girl, wrapping her arms around her and tugging her close.
As Paige was falling asleep she felt Missy make a small squeak in her sleep and start to wake up. The blonde in response rubbed her foot along Missy's calf and planted a kiss on her forehead, which lulled the girl back to sleep.
All in all both girls would go to call this study session a success, even if Missy went on to fail all of her Algebra tests, but luckily she got 100s on her homework.
