#i got gifs for epi and a few others

[kimaixun]

[After Office Hours] - [SKZ Yang Jeongin x M!Reader]

“Push 1 mil of epi. Charge to 120, clear!”

“You’re under arrest for attempted homicide!”

“Fire Department! Call out!”

“5,6,7,8 Music Start!”

The profession that we chose will always be the rollercoaster in our life. Be it an artist, a singer, a writer, a firefighter, a police and many more others. Each and every personnel in this world go through their own way. This was a story of two doctors, successful in their own sectors, one a cardiologist, the other a neurologist. Both worked in the same hospital, under the same boss, nothing really special except for the fact, they can never be in the same room.

Their names are Yang JeongIn and F/N M/N. Yang JeongIn was a child prodigy, following after his father footstep. He skipped a few grades, got himself into Harvard and on his way to medical school. He graduated successfully with flying colours and one would be proud of where he stood.

F/N M/N on the other hand came from the Guryong slum, a place where has long been seen as symbol of the gap between the rich and the poor in South Korea. M/N wasn’t born wealthy but, he did made it though blood, sweat and tears to where he is right now.

M/N and JeongIn met years ago, on their first year of resident. They hated each other’s gut, so much that they won’t stand a minute in a trauma room alone without killing each other. There was once when the two fought with an open patient on the operating table, almost causing a death because they didn’t realise the patient SATS were dropping in the midst of their argument. Every since then, the entire hospital knew never to put them on one case unless it was a life and death situation.

“Dr Kwan, you might want to write the following. I need an hourly Neuro check for bed 42, Mdm Lee. Make sure the post ops reports are updated by the end of the night and also, for bed 35, once the glucose level is on a standard level, you may proceed to remove the drip.” Dr Yang JeongIn, commanded his intern as they walked down the busy hallways of the hospital.

“Yes sir. It will done and dusted,” Dr Kwan, the intern saluted the doctor before parting ways.

“So, Dr Yang, it’s Friday night. TGIF. Wanna go to the club?” Kim SeungMin, a fellow doctor, asked the other as they stood beside each other at the nurse station.

JeongIn huffed and rolled his eyes, “it’s Friday, yes, TGIF but tomorrow is also my day off for the week. So I would like to drink champagne in bed as I fall asleep for the rest of the night peacefully.”

“Boooooringggg.” SeungMin pretended to yawn. “Anyways, wanna hear some gossips?”

“We are doctors, Hyung. Surgeons, not high schoolers, do we really have to gossip?”

SeungMin giggled and link an arm across JeongIn’s shoulder, “this time, yes. It’s about Dr F/N. I heard he is seeing Dr Adams, the intern.”

JeongIn quickly turned his head to the other, “what?” As much as he wanted to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but got his interest attracted.

“I was walking by the intern’s locker room and Dr Adams was announcing to the others about having pinned to the door by Dr F/N and he said, I quote ‘he’s a beast’.” SeungMin whispered.

“Who’s a beast?” Dr F/N M/N grinned as he popped beside his rival, JeongIn, passing some case files to the nurse.

“That’s my queue to leave. See ya around JeongIn.” SeungMin quickly turned to leave the two.

“Hi, Dr Yang.” M/N greeted the other, trying to ignore the fact that he could see steam rising above his head.

“Interns? Really?!” JeongIn glared at the other before smacking a case file to M/N’s chest before pushing pass the latter, bumping their shoulder hard that M/N swore it was going to drop off. M/N watches as JeongIn walks away.

“Seriously? Just a minute. A minute of you guys standing beside each other and you already wanna have each others throat?” Staff Nurse Lee MinHo shook his head appearing beside M/N.

“I said, ‘Hi’ and all he replied me was ‘Interns? Really?!’. I am confused because hell I don’t even know who the hell are the interns around here. I barely walk around the hallways during office hours and hell, I barely speak to anyone except you guys.” M/N ranted, “I said ‘Hi, Dr Yang’, I greeted him but, he looked like he was a sauna. He was FUMING.”

“One day, I just might lock the both of you in a room. Who knows you guys might just come out with little M/N’s and JeongIn’s.”

“Soon.” M/N muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” M/N smiled, “I am officially off shift. It’s already after office hours for me but, I’ll be in the on-call room so, Hyung, please don’t let anyone enter it.”

“You know, it’s after office hours already so, you can go home,” MinHo said.

“TGIF Hyung. I’m waiting for my date.” M/N reasoned and walked away.

“Date?” MinHo asked in confusion, “wait, did you say date?!”

Meanwhile, in the Emergency Room, Yang JeongIn stared into the case file mindlessly. SeungMin’s words was roaming around his head about M/N and the intern. It couldn’t be through right? M/N wouldn’t date an intern. M/N barely walks around the hospital how could he know Dr Adams in the first place?

“Earth to Dr Yang,” Staff Nurse Han JiSung, waved his hand around in front of the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be off shift already? It’s 8pm.”

JeongIn looked to the clock and silently cursed. He was late, very late. The doctor quickly whipped out his phone seeing a few text messages from a certain someone.

‘I swear I don’t understand what you just said’

‘I beg you to explain to me please’

‘I love you, only you okay?’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

‘Where are you? Caught up on a case?’

‘Im at the lobby.’

‘Im still here.’

‘Love?’

“I need a doctor here!” A nurse called out as she pushed a middle aged man on a wheelchair into the ER. The Man was restrained to it as he yelled, struggling to break free.

“Trauma three.” JeongIn beckoned the nurse as he ran to them.

“Alex McAlester. Aged 35, the taxi driver drove him here when he started to experience nauseous and dizziness whilst on his way to the airport. He became delirious and aggressive after so.” The Nurse explained.

“Sir, my name is Yang JeongIn, I’m a doctor here, I’m going to help you but, you need to calm down.” JeongIn said. The man looked at him confused, despite the angered expression that he had. “I’m going to remove your restraints so, calm down. You are in good hands.”

JeongIn proceeded to untie one of the restraints off the man. At first the man was calmed, until JeongIn proceeded to remove the second restraints was when hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. One second he saw the man grabbing the metal IV stand aiming towards him and the next, he was pulled back into someone’s embrace.

“No. One. Touches. My. Husband.”

As if the time had stopped, JeongIn felt his heart pounding against his chest. He looked up to see none other than his husband, F/N M/N hugging him so tightly, almost knocking the breath out of him with one hand, while the other had stopped the IV pole aimed to him.

“Get security.” M/N told the Nurse as Dr Seo ChangBin, one of their colleague and himself went to restraint the patient onto the bed again. JeongIn felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he exited the room.

“Did I just see what I just saw?” Staff Nurse MinHo eyes widened, “did he just said husband and saved you from that man like some sort of fairytale?” He scooted over to JeongIn. “You are the date?”

“What date?”

“M/N ended shift like hours ago but, insisted to be in the on-call room then he mentioned that he was waiting for his date. Now that whatever happened in front of happened, it means you are the date.” MinHo simply explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m o—, Woah.” JeongIn was cut off when M/N exited the room, cupping his face and scanned through his body.

“Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Are you okay?”

“Im feim if yum stophw squshming maaai faceeuuu,” JeongIn mumbled.

“Oh thank goodness you are okay. My heart stopped for a second.” M/N sighed in relieve, “love, you didn’t reply my text, I got worried so I just had to come down here to find you.”

“Love?” MinHo smirked.

“We agreed to announce to the chief first.” JeongIn pouted.

“I know but, well, you can’t blame me. It’s after office hours and technically both of us are off duty.” M/N said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am. Thank you for saving me.” JeongIn added, “I am mad at you actually. There’s rumours going around that you’re sleeping with Dr Adams.”

“Oh that!” MinHo interjected, “no no Dr Yang. You got it all wrong. The Dr Adams was referring to was the doctor who has the same name as Dr F/N. His a peds doctor. Not your man. Hell, I doubt half the hospital has knows what F/N even looked like. He barely spent his time outside of the OR.”

M/N chuckled, “and so now, we know. Are you still mad?”

“I’m Sorry,” JeongIn muttered feeling so flustered to jump into conclusion.

“It’s okay love.” M/N smiled, planting a quick kiss to JeongIn’s forehead.

“So, anyone wanna explain what is going on with this?” MinHo flailing his hand to the two of them, “just a few hours ago, or at least for as long as you’ve been here, the two of you are on each other throat. I thought one day you might really kill each other.”

“M/N and I are married. We have been for awhile now. The whole rivalry, hating thing is just a norm to us.” JeongIn explained.

“Thus, work is work. Love is love. To which why we invented our ‘after office hours’ rule.” M/N added.

“Why wasn’t I invited? I’m hurt.” MinHo gasped dramatically.

“Cause we hated each other so much and it’s fun to see all of you suffer when you are under our service.”

MinHo rolled his eyes “You guys are an evil couple.”

“We know.” M/N grinned as he links an arm across his husband’s shoulders, planting a kiss to JeongIn’s head. “Shall we go? I planned a date for us.“

“Okay sweetie.” JeongIn tiptoed to kiss M/N’s cheek.

“Disgustingly sweet.” MinHo fake gagged causing the two doctors to laugh wholeheartedly.

#kpop x male reader #malereader #stray kids x male reader #straykidsxmalereader #stray kids #yang jeongin #skz jeongin #skz x reader #skz fanfic #doctor au

[epimethcus]

closed starter for @lorenzcvalentin location: midsommar parTAY note: HIT THAT SHIT

Epimetheus had been dancing with Mila the entire night, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn't focused on one person. They were friends though. That would be enough for him. The Friday night party had turned into this Midsommar thing for the satyr Silenus. Poor Silenus. He hadn't known the other personally, but he still felt sad about the loss of anyone in the world. Plus, he had hooves. His hooves had been lost to the world and that was the most saddening part.

A long sigh left his mouth though as he looked away from Mila and towards Enzo. It was a wistful sigh as if he was disappointed in the fact that they were just friends. No, he couldn't think like that. Pining over someone that couldn't reciprocate would only end up bad for him. The dinosaur costume was on so thankfully, he could hide his facial expression as he walked over.

Instead of saying hello though, he ended up singing. Which probably didn't seem that out of character for someone like Epimetheus.

"Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o And on his farm he had some cows Ee i ee i oh With a moo-moo here And a moo-moo there Here a moo, there a moo Everywhere a moo-moo"

He did jazz hands with the little hands that the dino costume had on it as the other avariel joined in with the animal sounds.

"Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o And on his farm he had some chicks Ee i ee i o With a cluck-cluck here And a cluck-cluck there Here a cluck, there a cluck Everywhere a cluck-cluck"

Then he held Mila out to Lorenzo to hold as Prometheus, Caio, Hyacinth and Hermes fell into step behind him. They probably looked like the most awkward group of people, but Epimetheus was more concerned about the fact that Hyacinth was out of step because he couldn't really see over his crown. Anyway, he looked back over at Enzo and kept dancing as he continued.

"Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o And on his farm he had some pigs Ee i ee i o With an oink-oink here And an oink-oink there Here an oink, there an oink Everywhere an oink-oink"

He grabbed Enzo's hand and pulled him into the formation as he summoned a cow, some chicks and a few piglets to their side to join in on the dancing.

"Old MacDonald had a farm Ee i ee i o"

As he finished, the rest of the avariel disappeared back to what they were doing and left Epi to his own devices. He looked at Enzo through the dino mask and then down to Mila in the lycan's hands.

"We don't talk about the dodos though," he said with a slight sniffle as he held one of the piglets in his arms. He wasn't sure how it got there, but it was a nice distraction from his treasured dodos.

#d. lorenzcvalentin #dialogue. #all. lorenzo valentin #e. midsommar night's dream #hehe

[stormblessed95]

Hey Storm, this is a bit of a cheeky ask, as I know that you’ve mentioned this moment before, so feel free to ignore it if it’s too repetitive!! This is in regards to the jikook moments in run BTS episodes 77-78 , as well as the behind the scenes of the episodes (massage and recording). I love the sweetness, flirtiness and sly thirstiness (…jk, rm is trying to hi five you) that we got to see here. It’s currently not on your master list (under run posts) so if ticontinue rewatching run, I’d like too see an individual post just on these moments, if that’s something you’d also be interested in. Kind regards to you and yours!

Second attempt at answering this because tumblr hates me and didn't upload the first one. Lol SIGH. THESE EPISODES THOUGH ARE AMAZING.

Link to the episodes:

In Episode 77, about 7 minutes in. Jin pits Jikook against each other in the palm pushing game. Jimin immediately whines about already having lost since JK is strong. Yet when the game actually starts, JK doesn't even make an attempt to push Jimin, much less trying to win. Jimin just smacks JKs chest a couple times. JK is staring at him with the world's biggest heart eyes. They are all giggling and speaking so softly to each other. The flirting is out of control and we are all clearly intruding. My god. Jin has to interrupt them and cracks a joke about them acting like a couple, asking if they are a dating couple. And then they both just burst into giggles and Jimin basically falls to the floor, thereby losing the game and everyone quickly moves on. Lol

And then we've got Jimin taking his turn at pictionary with the blow pens. And JK.... got lost watching Jimin... on his knees blowing on that pen. We totally lost him. Namjoon tried to give him a high five, TWICE and JK didn't even notice RM holding his hand in front of him. Not until Jin called him out on it (again, Jin lmfao) and told him to give Joon a high five. Lol JK finally snaps out of it and gives him a high five and some awkward giggles. Before immediately turning back to watch Jimin draw his picture, on his knees with a blow pen. Take what you will from this. Lmao

In the Behinds for 77, we see JK giving Jimin a back massage with the cutest smile. And Jimin just contently moaning through the whole thing. Which was something. Lol but very cute

In Episode 78, about 15 minutes in we see JK jokingly ask Jin for the answers to the game. Of which Jimin finds super cute and funny. Almost folding in half with his giggles over it all. JK smiling so big. Everyone else ignoring them and moving on with the game. Jimin will laugh at everything JK does, he is so endeared.

In the behinds for Episode 78, we get some of the cutest Jimin dances while they eat to Anpanman. Jimin just dancing away in front of the tables. JK ends up joining and dances too and wiggles his hips at Jimin, earning a smile as Jimin notices. Lol looks like Jimin was going to say something too, but the clips ended

Right after that, we see Jimin continuing to dance to Anpanman, but this time FOR JK, who is now filming him and loving the show. Lol and Jimin seems to be loving acting goofy for JK. JK zooming in on Jimins face a couple times too. This is seriously so freaking cute. JK looks very into it as well. Lol

These episodes were a LOT in terms of jikookery with how much could be unpacked just from these few moments. Lol like... a lot. Sweetness, flirty and thirsty is the perfect way to describe all of them anon. You are so right on the money. 😅 sometimes I felt like i was interrupting 🙈🤣

Bonus. Because they are all so cute in these episodes. Jimin once again failing to stay in his chair. Tae trying to save him but otherwise unbothered lol

Everyone feeding each other so sweetly

NamGiKook being the absolute cutest teammates ever

Vhopemin being the cutest punishment bunnies ever at the airport

Thanks for the ask anon! I love these episodes!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook run episode 77 #jikook run episode 78 #jikook run episode behinds 77 - 78 #jikook flirting #jikook run bts

[prometheanpiero]

Once More With Feeling

Characters: @netteliax & @prometheanpiero Song: Let Me Go, Avril Lavigne feat. Chad Kroeger (x) Note: These aren't starters, but muses are welcomed to reply to sing back

For the moment, as other music around them silenced, Prometheus remembered everything. And he backed away, staring towards his wife as a couple people silently wheeled in a piano with Isla played on it. Someone else joined in with their string instrument.

"Love that once hung on the wall," the avariel sung. "Used to mean something, but now it means nothing..."

Flora appeared, playing skillfully on the drums.

"The echoes are gone in the hall..." He turned away, looking around as though unseeing of the crowd around them. "But I still remember the pain of December."

"Oh, there isn't one thing left you could say," he continued, looking back towards Nettelia a few feet away from him. "I'm sorry, it's too late..."

The music swelled, the drums got louder and some background vocalists joined in - among them the Archdruids and Epi.

"I'm breaking free from these memories," he sung as he gestured in the air, gesturing as though pushing and washing everything away from him. "Gotta let it go, just let it go... I've said goodbye, set it all on fire. Gotta let it go, just let it go.

'Ah-ooh, ah-ooh,' sang the background vocalists as Prometheus approached Nettelia and they slowly circled one another.

"You came back to find I was gone. And that place is empty like the hole that was left in me... Like we were nothing at all. It's not what you meant to me, thought we were meant to be- ooh... There isn't one thing left you could say. I'm sorry it's too-" He cut himself off, shaking his head and turning and walking away as the background vocalists continued singing.

'I'm breaking free from these memories,' sang the background vocals with Epimetheus leading them. Prometheus is trying to walk away when he stops himself a few feet away while they sing: 'Gotta let it go, just let it go. I've said goodbye, set it all on fire. Gotta let it go, just let it go.'

'I let it go...'

"And now I know..." sung Prometheus.

'A brand new life...'

"Is down this road..." He continued, turning back to look at Nettelia.

'And when it's right...' As the background vocalists sung he walked back to her slowly and they met each other halfway.

"You always know," he sung as their eyes met.

'So this time...'

"I won't let go... " He reached out to Nettelia.

'There's only one thing left here to say,' Dionaeia sung from the background vocals. 'Love's never too late,' Epimetheus continued, pushing Prometheus forward with a smile. The avariel smiled with sadness and longing as he spun with Nettelia in a dance instead of falling against her.

"I've broken free from those memories," Prometheus sung. "I've let it go, I've let it go..." He sung desperately. "And two goodbyes led to this new life... Don't let me go, don't let me go."

'Oh-oh. Oh-oh. Oh-oh.... Don't let me go. Don't let me go, don't let me go,' sung the vocalists.

"Don't let me go," Prometheus sung to finish. The two slowed their dancing as the music softened. Now only Isla on the piano and a few other instruments played. The couple stared at one another as the instruments and vocalists finished the song.

Slowly, reluctantly, Prometheus looked away. In his eyes, in his every movement, he looked in pain as he let go of Nettelia's hand. It looked as if the last thing he wanted to do was back away, but he did.

#// can you believe i chose avril lavigne #// antyways #// it reluctantly conveyed his deepest darkest secret that he aint over her and that's what matters #interaction ✴ (you better know what you’re fighting for.) #senatus.midsommar #senatus.event

[juanabaloo]

Exhibit Ch - Your honor they love each other! (fuffy)

This is a pro-fuffy BTVS rewatch series. Kendra Appreciation Post! Exhibit Ch is a bonus / catchup review about Scott Hope, Kendra, and a few non-Faith episode recos. Long post.

1. Remember how I wanted Scott Hope to get one more episode so Buffy could prioritize Faith over him? Scott is literally never seen again after 3.03. I wanna review Scott Hope. In exhibit B.10 I mentioned that Scott does seem particularly insightful. Here’s a text montage of all the great Scott moments. Imagine “I will remember you” playing in the background.

“Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul.” (3.03)

“You're friends with Buffy, right?” - to Faith (3.03)

“Faith has been telling me tall tales.” (3.03)

“my mom says that therapy can be completely helpful.” - to Buffy (3.04)

“I hope you realize I don't actually know these people.” - jokingly about Pete and Debbie (3.04)

“It's just that you never really know what's going on inside somebody.” - about Pete and Debbie after they both die (3.04) Y’all he realized he didn’t actually know them.

“Before we were going out, you seemed so full of life, like a force of nature. Now you just seem distracted all the time, and… I’m really sorry” - dumping Buffy (3.05) Buffy agrees she has been distracted.

2. Scott - in what little we see of him - is very honest. He says he’s a bad liar, he realizes Faith’s stories are at least exaggerated, he’s pro-therapy. And he’s not just honest but he verbalizes it. The way he dumps Buffy, Scott’s so fucking honest. Scott is mentioned again in the show 3 times, twice more in S3 and then once in S7.

3. Remember Buffy’s traumatic therapy experience in 3.04? Well her next therapy session is to Holden the psych major and new vamp she very vaguely remembers from high school. In 7.07 (Conversations with Dead People) Holden says: “Scott Hope said you were gay… He says that about every girl he breaks up with. And then last year, big surprise, he comes out.” Buffy acts surprised at hearing this news, that he called her gay. 

4. Granted, I could buy that Scott was repressed and gay in high school. But just because he came out eventually doesn’t mean he was lying. Also the “he says that about every girl” bit sounds OOC to me. Scott was insightful and honest when we saw him. I think this is the show queer-panicking again. “Oh no wait, Buffy can’t be gay! Or queer! Uhm….. yeah let’s add that Scott says that about every girl, oh yeah because he’s actually gay and therefore a lying liar.” Homophobic much? Silly show. Also am I picking and choosing to fit my argument? A little bit.

5. So in summary, Scott Hope is insightful and honest and calls Buffy gay, aka calls Buffy queer. She is so repressed / panicking that she is visually surprised by this in 7.07. Oh Buffy.

Alright, enough about Scott, let’s talk about Kendra!

6. Kendra is the Jamaican slayer that appears briefly in S2. The BTVS writers room was super white. There are several things they don’t do a great job with IMO, including the LA homeless scenes (3.01), queerness (in general and also being bi just doesn’t exist?), judaism, and sexual assault (*rages at multiple epis*). Sometimes the show is a little misogynistic (but not as bad as Angel, holy fuck that show) and a little racist. Or a lot. The racial diversity of the show is laughable, I mean late 90s California? Even in the LA episode (Anne 3.01) LA is just - mostly white? *cackles* (As a palate cleanser here’s a nice gifset featuring POC characters on BTVS and ATS.)

7. Interesting Black characters are given the short shrift, including Mr. Trick in S3. Kendra deserved better but at least we got a little glimpse of her. If you’re following along at home and but also trying to limit your BTVS intake, I recommend the following non-Faith-appearance catchup episodes: 2.09 (Kendra appears), 2.10 (Kendra heavy), 2.11 (the Ted episode), 2.21 (Becoming Part 1 - Kendra re-appears), 2.22 (Becoming Part 2 - to finish off the season). And 3.01 honestly, because limiting intake can be difficult, LOL.

8. ifeveristoday lays it out in this good short post on Kendra’s role / lore on the show, and how it could be better.

9. herinsectreflections explains Kendra is not one of Buffy’s shadow selves. This gifset by fuffygifs shows the scene parallel.

10. Kendra locks up Angel. Delight in her power over him, the way she laughs at him.

11. I vividly remember the scene where Buffy slow-motion runs through the school, it’s in the show openers. But what I had forgotten until this rewatch was that it’s her running to get back to everyone in the library, after her chat with Angelus in the cemetery, and she finds Kendra dead. (Because of Dru’s hypnosis powers.) My memory of the slow-mo was that Buffy’s so badass, but now it’s tinged with sadness bc she was trying and then fails to help / save her friends, including Kendra. Although really the only long-term damage is Kendra. *grumble*

12. OK the main scene I want to review is when Buffy and Kendra say goodbye in 2.10. Buffy calls herself a freak, which is a real insult in her mind. Kendra reassures her “not the only freak.” And then Buffy goes to hug Kendra, but Kendra doesn’t hug. So Buffy doesn’t. Can you imagine where this didn’t happen, like Kendra is OK with hugs. And then when Buffy meets Faith she hugs her at some point (not right away). Gah! They never hug right? Or Buffy isn't feeling like she caused Kendra's death and she's more open with Faith? (spuffygifs has the full gifset)

I gotta admit they did have chemistry.

OK, a smattering of links to Kendra gifsets I found:

nerd4music

dailybtvs

original andremichaux

andremichaux with tags people left

13. OK, a few thoughts on 3.01 Anne. Already unrealistic when it aired (Buffy somehow affords a studio apt on a waitress salary?) it’s achingly unrealistic now, in terms of money. Like Buffy would need 3 waitressing-type jobs and she’d still have 4 roomates in a craaap 2 BR apt that was falling apart.

14. SMG is giving a master class in acting in SO much of BTVS. The moment when she revolts is brilliant. Check it here (credit to deansmom and harrietvane and isagrimorie) proof that SMG made the acting choice, that it wasn’t that detailed in the script. (read the prev tags too, all of this is brilliant) Also we already know Buffy but this introduction of herself is great, on par with Faith-introducing-herself levels here. (the whole deansmom gifset and tags really sets the mood pre-"aggressive chipper shit talker" Buffy introducing herself)

I am not great at finding gifs on tumblr. Here are some bonus ones for prev exhibits:

Faith accidentally punching Buffy in 3.04. (Eliza apparently actually punched SMG IRL)

Faith shooting her shot in 3.05

Buffy’s unsure reaction in 3.05

No rating for this exhibit bc there’s no Faith. (Exhibit C had a they love each other rating of 2 out of 5.) Next exhibit will cover episode 3.07 Revelations. Exhibit Ch has been submitted, the prosecution rests for the day.

#buffy rewatch #fuffy #buffy x faith #your honor they love each other #exhibit Ch your honor #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #kendra young #buffy summers #long post #chosen two #bonus post #your honor series

[blueheavensims]

2022 isn't quite over yet, but year-to-date I posted 305 times in 2022

That's 37 more posts than 2021!

226 posts created (74%)

79 posts reblogged (26%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@julietoon-ts2

@ogsnarf

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I tagged 296 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#sims 2 - 225 posts

#blue heaven sims - 108 posts

#sims 2 clothes - 70 posts

#smeg - 60 posts

#barbarians at the gate - 53 posts

#replies - 48 posts

#reblog - 47 posts

#sims 2 shenanigans discord - 43 posts

#non-sims - 39 posts

#blue heaven sims adult - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 34 characters

#blue heaven sims adult- pixel smut

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy Monday, all! My wife is a bit under the weather and I think I’m catching whatever it is she has, so apologies in advance for any egregious errors. @deedee-sims posted this amazing dress conversion a few months ago, and I thought it would be neat to add my favorite boots to it and convert it into bodyshapes. Epi did a fabulous job with the recolors, too. So there are so many of them, I had to do this upload as a two-parter. Part 1 includes the more vibrant colors.

Sage (Curvy Sizes- vibrant colors)

DeeDee’s 4t2 conversion of Saurus Sage Dress, with C&K’s optimized Yuxi boots, in FitChick, Rio, CPU, and VolGal. Get it here:

Sage (Curvy Sizes- vibrant colors)

61 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

Happy Friday!

More meadhall goodies! This time a lot more build stuff.

The Need for Mead

27 new build and buy objects to expand 9AM. Note: As these are slaved objects, the set requires at least the square table and bar from 9AM to appear correctly. Get it here:

The Need for Mead 

65 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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Happy Friday!  I was going to save this one for a rainy day, but since last night’s upload got cock-blocked by the purity police, it performed underwhelmingly and I need at least a small win this week.

A set of 13 horse objects, with built-in deco slots, posing slots, saddles, bridles, and riding poses. Create a wide variety of riding scenes for your Sims. Barbarians at the Gate: All the Pretty Horses (I)

This set is Part 1 (of 8) horse-related sets. Part I contains 13 basic horse objects. Get it here:

Barbarians at the Gate: All the Pretty Horses (I)

68 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

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Happy Friday!

Another massive meadhall set! This one is a good balance of some cool build stuff, plenty of new buy stuff, and a LOT of default replacements.

All You Mead is Love

19 new build and buy objects to expand 9AM. Note: As these are slaved objects, the set requires at least the square table and bar from 9AM and the target mesh from The Need for Mead to appear correctly. Get it here:

All You Mead is Love

70 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Major news for Tutorial Library

I’ll try to keep this concise as I tend to get rambly. Tutorial Library has been one of my passion projects for 5-6 years now, and it’s served the community well. Over the years I’ve received plenty of endorsements for the clarity and detail of my tutorials, and because of that I’ve done my best to expand the library and make it more available.  Over about the last month, I’ve penned about 15 new tutorials to add to the library, and I realized that the format made things a bit difficult to find. To that end, I decided to make Tutorial Library its own thing (as opposed to a disorganized page on each of my other blogs). I built a whole new blog, and organized the tutorials into pages by category (instead of by skill level). Now that everything is as it should be, I’ve gone live with it. Features:  • Divided into pages based on category: InfoTorial/General, Skinning, Clothing Creation, Accessory, Object Creation- Basic, and Object Creation- Advanced. • PDFs can be previewed or downloaded directly from the page.  • All tutorials available in English and Spanish. Some are also available in other languages. • About 15 new tutorials have been added • A creator’s resource page- Word templates for translating existing tutorials or writing your own. That’s all for now. You can see it for yourself at the new blog:

BHS Tutorial Library

79 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

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Idol! Ateez S/O has a medical Condition / Disorder - Maknae line

Pairing: Idol! Ateez X Fem Reader

Note: May have got slightly carried away with San's.....whoops! I also don't have any of these conditions so I'm only knowlegeable through the use of my best friend ✨Google✨

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San - Anaphylactic Allergic Reaction

Pushing the door to the Ateez dorm open, you smiles as you hear numerous voices yell out your name in greeting, but the most prominent one, was the voice of San,

He appears a couple seconds after, taking your jacket from you to hang up at the door, as soon as he finished his task he spun around an excited smile stretching across his cheeks, perfectly showcasing his dimples. Your smile rippled in reflection to his.

He threw his arms out to take you into them, he had been away for a week visiting family and it had dearly missed your warm embraces.

Rocketing yourself into his chest, you breath in the smell of him off the jumper he wore.

"How have you been, my Y/n" he asked pulling away just enough so he could look down to meet your gaze.

Before you can reply Wooyoung's loud voice yells through from the general direction of the dorms living room. "Stop with the lovey dovey shit, you only saw each other last week!"

San groans, mutter a quick apology before taking you hand and walking through to the space where Wooyoung and the other members occupied, sitting around tubs of take out food.

The oldest of the group gestures for you to come and sit with them, and you do─ shuffling around the others, avoiding the boys long outstretched legs, you popped yourself down between Seonghwa and Yunho.

San pouted at you from across the room, sitting down next to Wooyoung in a huff.

The room fell into light chatter as you all began eating and chatting away.

It wasn't until you were hit with a hot flush that you took a second to analyse the food on the table infront of you, trusting the food to be safe was your mistake and yours alone.

Your silence wasn't ignore by the boys surrounding you as they watched your face fall, dropping your chopsticks onto the table you sprung up from the couch. Startling the two on either side of you.

"Y/N what's wrong?" San asked watching as you pratically climbed over the other members to get past them, you had started to feel the tingle at the back of your throat as it began swelling up.

Pointing down at one of the dishes in front of you, he gets up from his place next to Wooyoung leaning over to look at the plate you pointed to, San's face falls into one of realisation when Yunho helpfully raised the plate up so he could better see it's contents.

"Shit!" he hisses dropping his own utensils down, the other watching in confusion.

You rushed out the room back towards the door, allowing San to move across the room after you,

"She is Allergic to eggs" he said to the other as he waltzed past.

The rest of Ateez all peered down the table to the dish held up by Yunho, frowning at it for a second.

You came back into the living room fumbling with the cap of your epi-pen, San takes it from your hands guiding you across the room to sit back down.

Your hands had already started shaking when you moved them down to lay on your thigh, San was crouched in front of you with the epi-pen held firmly in his grasp.

"Do you not need to take your jeans off?" He asks, catching the movement of your eyes as they flitted up to the members sat behind him with slight fear and panic in them, It wasn't like you hadn't have a reaction before but you were usually really good at avoiding your death food, as Mingi dubbed it, so your reactions were few and far between.

Nodding in understanding he turned to his friends, requesting that they all turn around to give you some privacy.

They all happily obliged well most of them Yeosang gave a digruntled sound for having to stop eating his chicken, Seonghwa even went the extra mile to help as he grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa, bringing it over he stood behind San and held it up, covering you from their view he himself looking away.

You─ with the help of San supporting you with a hand on your waist─ got up and shimmied your jeans off so they were rested around your ankles.

San squeezed your knee when you sat back down, causing you to cast your eyes down to meet his, he nodded as means of a request. You nodded giving him permisson.

The air travelling through your airway started to slow and the skin around your neck becoming itchy as you closed your eyes focusing on trying to relax, you jump slightly when you feel the needle pierce the muscle on the side of your leg.

Breathing in and out as controlled as you could you waited for San to pull the epipen from your leg. When he retracted it from skin he rubbed a finger over it in a circular motion, trying to ease any pain lingering in the tender muscle.

The room was mostly silent but you could tell the other boys were waiting for some kind of vocal acknowlegment that you were okay.

Once again with the help of your boyfriend you got up, pulling your jeans back up. San sat you back down before going to grab his phone from the near by counter.

Seonghwa dropped the blanket, "Can we turn back around now Y/n?" Mingi asked waiting for you to reply first,

"Yes guys" San answered for you, after seeing you struggle with the air in your throat for a second, this would definitely be worth a trip to the hospital.

San was already on it though, you watch as he brought his phone to his ear, the voice of the group's manager could be heard through the speaker.

San's face was scrunchd in concentration, but as soon as he met your eyes from across the room his dimples appeared and his eyes formed into crecents as he smiled at you, clearly trying to keep you calm.

It was at times like this that made you realise how much you really value your relatioship with San, and you were so glad you had him in times where you needed someone to help stop you from going into anaphylaxis.

Mingi - Diabetes (Type 1)

Pulling the sleeve of the jacket up over your shoulder you can't help the shiver that passes through your body, Mingi's jacket had kept you warm but it seemed as though the backstage waiting room you were sitting in had suddenly dropped in temperature.

Crawling across the couch, you grab the sleeve of one of the other member's jackets pulling it back towards your body to use as a make shift blanket.

Snuggling into the leathery couch you pan your attention back up to the screen displaying your boyfriend and the other members of Ateez as they danced around the stage to Inception─ one of your favourite songs in their ongoing dischoreography.

The second jacket was proving itself useful as it trapped the rest of your body heat, tucking you in a cocoon of warmth. It became no surprise to you when you felt the heavy weight of your eyelids shutting over, you didn't fight when you slipped into a nap.

The door clattered open and the boys all clad in sweat and wearing great smiles came into the room, You scanned the group, hand coming up to try and rub away the blur to your vision.

A figure was in front of you, Mingi laughed at the sight of you curled under his and Hongjoong's jackets, he pulled them off you. Wanting to come down onto his knees for a hug but he stopped short, eyes narrowing.

You were unaware of this still trying to rub the 'sleep' blurring your vision. "Y/n when was the last time you checked your bloods?" the voice of your boyfriend spoke, he took your hands into his noticing the visable shaking to them.

"Probably an hour before I arrived"

Mingi hummed to himself before he put the back of his hand to your neck, he hummed once more before getting up from in front of you.

"Mingi come back, I want cuddles" you spoke softly, shaking your head you squinted your eyes in order to see through the fuzziness clouding your vision.

Mingi was looking through your bag, pulling your testing kit from it he came and sat cross leg on the floor in front of you.

Closing your eyes over, you rested back into the couch.

"Y/n stay awake" Mingi urged in a stern voice as he opened up the kit, pulling the necessary equipment out and setting it up.

The couch dipped next to you and peeling one of your eyes open you looked to Yunho who was smiling at you, he sent a look to Mingi, "Keep her awake" your boyfriend said softly to his friend, taking your shaking hand in his to prick your finger.

Yunho had started poking your cheek in order to keep you awake, but it wasn't long before he was calling over Wooyoung as reinforcments, knowing full well how annoying the younger male could be.

Wooyoung verily happily, after sensing Mingi's almost panic, helped chatting away in a higher then normal pitched tone, which caught the attention of the other member who were now all watching the scene from different places around the room.

"Shit" Mingi cursed when he looked down to see your blood glucose level reading was at around 2.8

Mingi, very well knowing he had seen Wooyoung eat the snacks from your bag earlier turned to his members and the staff behind him.

"Does anyone have anything sugary?"

He waited while the staff and his members went in search, Jongho tapped his shoulder and dropped a can of coke into his hand. It wasn't the first time the boys had been witness to you being hypoglycemic.

Yunho helped Mingi sit you up before you felt the cold press of the can in your hand.

"Drink." Mingi said, it wasn't a demand out of anger but instead one built from worry.

He waited with you until you finished every last drop and then ten minutes after he took you hand, which had now stopped shaking, he tested your blood once more.

A satisfied sigh left his lips and he nodded to Yunho when the other boy looked to him, double checking you were okay.

"Can we cuddle now?" your voiced to Mingi, hand reaching to grab for him.

"But I'm all sweaty" he side eyed, you didn't care of course. You simply wated him to cuddle with you, you pouted up in his general direction.

"Fine but only for a few minutes" you shifted so he could fit himself next to you on the small couch.

It wasn't for a few mintues, he fell asleep next to you and the other boys were not stood around the room each paying close attention to how Mingi wrapped his lanky figure around, you your own figure dwarfed compared to his.

"Should we wake them?" San asked, looking to the oldest two for direction.

"Nah" they all said in unison, going back to doing their own individual tasks.

Wooyoung - sensorineural hearing loss

It is immensely frustrating to see and read fans talk about how amazing your boyfriend and the rest of the members were at singing.

It wasn't like you couldn't hear them at all, your hearing aids allowed you to hear sound but often it came out fuzzy. Like you were listening to a recording only someone had their finger over the microphone when it was recorded.

After an accident and a serious head injury more then half a decade ago you had been stuck with the hearing impairment ever since.

When Wooyoung had first found out he hadn't expected it at first. you didn't seem hard of hearing to him in anyway despite the fact he had noticed a couple times where he or one of the members had called you and you didn't respond or react in the slightest way.

It did make you quite emotional, not being able to hear their music as clearly. You wanted to be able to hear them as well as everybody else, and you knew Wooyoung wanted that too though he refused to say that to your face in fear it could make you more upset or even feel guilty.

But none the less, your lack of quality hearing never stopped you from coming to their practises, show or concerts. The music speakers always provided a heavy oopmh in the air and you could always feel the beat pulsing through the floor.

It was the feeling that had kept you going when times got hard with your hearing, many a time had you spent hours crying with Wooyoung holding you, while he sung. The only way you really could tell was by the vibratings running through your palm when you pressed them to his chest.

You never let your hearing condition get the better of you though, standing back stage you watched from off side as your boyfriend and his members danced around each other on stage that was─ in your opinion─ far to small for their immaculate performace.

Their bodies moving in sync with the beat. The temop thumbing through the floor to you, your foot tapping in time with the music you wereunable to hear.

Unfortunately, for you, today couldn't get any worse as you had lost your hearing aid this morning, cutting off your remaining hearing ties to the rest of the world.

It wasn't long before the members walked off the side of the stage in your direction, each waving at you, some speaking to you as if you could hear just like them, your lip reading skill having developed over the year allowed you to heed their greetings gratefully.

Wooyoung's smile beamed across his face as he stood allowing staff to take his microphone and ear pieces off, unravelling the wires from under his shirt.

He waved and gestured you towards him, obliging quickly you were met with his embrace as soon as you came within distance of his reach, the staff member making a disgruntled sound in regard to his sudden movement which he frowned at before turning his undivided attention back to you.

"I didn't know you were showing up today"

You tried your best to pick up on the words dancing across his lips but your efforts were futile, his excitement from the performance and dark nature of back stage hindered your ability to interpret his words clearly.

"Sorry what was that?" You ask, relying upon memory of words to speak, the inability to hear yourself talk was even more frustrating then your current situation.

He frowned down at you for a second before an expression of realisation washed through him, his shoulder vibrating from laughter.

Using his finger to turn your head to the side he checked your ears, catching onto the obvious lack of hearing aid.

This only made him chuckle nervously.

"I lost them this morning and my other set were dead and needed charging" you answered his un-voiced question.

Taking your hand he checked the staff was finished with his in-ears and mic pac before walking away with you in tow, his hand providing a warm connection for you to follow.

He led you back through to their waiting room, where all the member's bags and belongings were safely kept for the duration of their show. Dropping your hand as he entered he sauntered across crouching by his bag.

Second passed before he walked back to you, you frowned at his suspicion stature of his hand held behind his back.

Wooyoung smirked at the raising of your eyebrow, removing one hand to point and direct your attention to his lips as he started to speak.

"Don't be mad"

He pulled his hands from behind himself, both of your hearing aid gently cupped in the plams of his hands.

Taking them you didn't know if Wooyoung just didn't notice or if he chose to ignore the scowl you were sending him.

You had spent hours looking and had gotten yourself in a right tizzy this morning before coming to watch them, they were small but expensive wee things.

As soon as you positioned them in your ears correctly you heard the distorted fuzzy voice of your boyfriend speak up, only though he was ranting

"you can't be mad at me for having them this morning, you must have left them at the dorms because Mingi found them by almost sitting on them last night, you can't blame me you should really be-"

Silence.

Taking your hearing aid back out was a perfectly good way to avoid Woo's ranting when you didn't want to listen.

You quickly received a deadpaned expression from your boyfriend as he mouthed the words

"very mature"

You smiled at him leaning in to press a light peck to the tip of his nose. His frown quickly disappeared and he looked down to you once more in defeat.

You didnt need lip reading or your hearing aids to understand when he said;

'I love you'

Jongho - Crohn's disease

The crippling pain spread along your lower abdomen causing you to curl into a fetal position on your bed.

The stabs of pain coursed through the right hand side and a groan rippled from you chest.

The aid of pain killers and anti-inflammatory drugs were becoming less effective as the time went on, dragging on painfully slowly.

It had been a while since you had a flare up of symptoms but after your recent menstral cycle and lack of iron, the symptoms had distorted reappeared to pay you a delightful visit.

The door to your apartment creaked, but you didn't care if someone was breaking in if they ended your suffering so be it, you were in too much pain to care.

Light poured into the room and you looked down to see a shadowed figure stood with the light from over their shoulder disclosing their identity.

"Oh the messanger of death, I've been expecting you"

You spoke gruffly through the pain, the person, presumably your boyfriend sighed as he looked in to your figure, hidden on your bed.

"Is it that bad this time?"

The mattress beside your head sank as Jongho sat himself down next to you, his hand coming to caress the side of your head in the aim of comfort.

You groaned from the contact, despite its relaxing nature it made you more uncomfortable as you tried to move into his touch.

"Have you taken anything?" he asked

You nodded, mumbling your reply into the sheets, "around four hours ago, maybe longer"

He made a quick noise of acknowledgment before moving forward from the bed, stalking back out of your room. The pain seemed to curl your stomach, the presence of bile burning the back of your throat, the persistant agongy spread what was a couple mintues into what felt like hours before Jongho reappeared with a glass and a couple tablets in hand.

He didn't even need to put them on the bed side table as you fought against the discomfrot to reach out for them. Your boyfriend sending you a quick look with concern etched into every fine line of his expression. Jongho hated to see you like this,

You had wanted to keep it from him when your first started dating, but back then your symptoms flared up alot more then they did now. So keeping it from your new partner wasn't really something you could do so easily as he was quite keen to spent alot of his free time with you. Often made content by the littlest of things, you found out through a conversation with his members that he wasn't overly fond of physical touch, which had confused you seeing as snuggling was his favourite past time to do with you.

You quickly took the pills with a sufficent gulp down of the water, the cool fluid flowed through and diluted the burning tint to your skin.

Closing over your eyes in utter exhuastion you leaned back into the body which had managed to wedge itself behind you.

Jongho's arms encircled you're waist to rest on your hips, knowing fully well if he rested them near you stomach he might cause you further discomfort. The idea made his heart physically hurt.

A groan left your lips but Jongho's hands molded to your sides perfectly and began to apply light pressure to try and ease a little bit of your pain.

Resting your head back onto his shoulder, a smile which was tight spread across your face, the effort costing you a suck out of your dwindling energy, he pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, keeping his lips in contact there his hot breath burned his next words into your skin,

"You can rest now"

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Daddys got you

1,664 words

Unedited

Steve rogers x little (gn!) Reader

Warnings: age regression,  they them used for gender neutral, names like baby, little one,  and daddy, etc.This was falsely labeled as ddl(gn) at one point

If you don't like stuff like this please keep scrolling thank you ❤💙

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You enjoy cooking dinner, not just because its stress relief or because you love seeing peoples days melt away to the consumption of something made with love and passion, but because you know whats in it, you know all the towers allergies, you made sure to ask before the first time you cooked for them.

You took account not just for your own but everyone elses health at dinner because you understand just how miserable anaphylaxis is.

You had a really busy day today and were getting home to the tower from a mission at the same time you usually had plates out for everyone, so when you walked in seeing as all the spots taken except your end seat next to steve, you smiled, whatever was made smelt amazing, after discarding your belongings in your shared room you make your way to the table placing your hand on his back cueing him to look up at you, you lean down and place a greeting kiss to his lips followed by a gentle smile shared between the both of you

You seat yourself next to him, your plate already served to you by nat, conversations continue off before, bruce and tony going on about a new project while people nod along.

Around three bites your mouth starts to go tingly " hey nat, what'd you use that doesn't taste spicy but feels like the after math of spicy?" You question honestly curious, "what do you mean hun?"

"Is it no-" you get cut off by rough coughing ripping itself from your chest, youre throat is closing "nat whats in it?" Steve places a hand on your back "everything (y/n) puts in it i just replaced vegetable oil with coconut for a slightly different effect, yours, steves and starks eyes go wide, in seconds after she responded steve was standing, pulling you  in your chair away from the table, he reaches into his back pocket pulls out a clear tube flicking the cap open grabbing the epi pen out putting the blue part in his mouth pulling the epi away from it.

He leans over the back of your chair, hand on your collarbone holding you up so you dont lurch forward while coughing, "im sorry hun but ive gotta do this, youre gonna be okay" and just like that he slams the orange tip of the auto injector to your thigh making a click, ripping a cry of pain from your startled body, holding it for ten seconds counting them out to you and finally releasing it from your thigh placing a kiss you your temple, "you're gonna be okay hun i promise"

"Whats going on?" Nats voice trembling, stark answers for both of you "(y/n) is allergic to coconut, it happens we just have to be careful, you didn't mean to, you didn't know".

Bruce comes over placing his hand on steves sholder, "i gotta keep them in the med bay for at least six hours to monitor the reaction, you can stop by your room before hand to grab essentials but its mandatory to have someone in medical watch over"

Thankfully everyone was already aware of your littlespace and encouraged it when needed, so when you looked up at stevie with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip and holding your arms out as request to be carried no one questioned, he walks with you wrapped around him head on his sholder, tears still cascading down your cheeks, "youre okay dove, daddys got you" he bounces you on his hip.

Entering the room he grabs what you call the emergency little bag consisting of a few pull-ups, a basic yellow snap closed onesie and a few other essentials for little space like crayons and a coloring book, he also grabs your stuffy, paci and blankie and starts walking to the med bay with you still perched in his arms.

Steve walks you both into the readied room and sets you down on the bed handing you your stuffy, putting your blankie at the foot of the bed and the paci in the bag for now.

Bruce walks in just a few minutes later to check your vitals and see how youre doing, "alrighty kiddo im gonna ask you some questions about how youre feeling after i check a few things, is that okay with you?" You nod reaching your and out for steve to hold.

doctor banner checks a few basic things befor asking to look at your throat, "alrighty, can you open your mouth for me?, im gonna shime a light to the back so i can start monitoring your progress"

You do so and after a moment he pats your sholder, "it still looks angry and red but i think you caught it before it got too bad, im going to hook an iv to you so it can help your fluids regulate" you let out a whimper at the idea of a needle, and scoot closer to the edge of the bed looking at your steve for a sense of calm. "Its okay baby, daddys here" he looks over to bruce, "is it cool if i go get them changed into something more comfortable for little space real quick? " bruce nods and steve picks you and the bag up, you return back to the room seated in steves lap on the bed.

Doctor banner puts the iv in your arm and you settle in, daddy popping the paci into your open mouth and leaning the both of you back til youre cuddled up against his chest while laying down being mindful on the iv in your arm, he places the occasional kiss to your forehead and runs his hand up and down your back, "i sowwy daddy" you bury yourself deeper into your side "i din mean to have reaction, i shoulda ask befowe eating" he tightens his grip placing a slightly more emotional kiss to your forehead and using his free hand he moves your head to look at him.

"Im far from upset at you baby, it happens and daddys take care of their little ones when something happens, thats why daddy carries an extra epi pen with him everywhere" finishing off with an Eskimo kiss.

You nod closing your eyes to try and sleep a bit.

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After an hour or so of sitting in the silence of you and daddy while napping a little between Bruce's check ins, a knock at the door echoes through the room, a disheveled nat approaches, arms behind her back holding something, you wake up the rest of the way, opening your arms for a hug and she obliges, pulling away a her eyes the faintest bit glossy "im so sorry little one, i had no idea" you smile at her, "its otay, daddy and bwucie makin me feel better, i not upset" steve wakes up to your babbling and rubs your tummy smiling at nat, "i brought you a stuffy ive been saving for you" she holds it out to you, a bright lilac kitty with green eyes.

A grin grows on your face you pull her into a hug and she sets the stuffed kitty next to you and pulls away to see you again, you pick up the toy, turning and holding it to steves face pulling a laugh from nat "daddy wook , i gonna names him (name)", "mhm, thats a wonderful name for him, what do we tell nat?"

You turn quickly back around hugging (t/n) "fank you natty, i wuv him, i wuvs you too", "9f course hun, thank you for forgiving me, ive gotta get back to training but im glad to see youre doing okay" you nod, "thank you for stepping in" steve chimes in as she steps out and a faint mhm is heard from the hall.

You cuddle back into steve letting his slow movements lull you back to sleep, "youre definitely not going to sleep tomorrow but its a price hes willing to pay making sure his sweet little one is okay.

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After eight ling hours of check ins, naps, coloring and cartoons you were finally released back into the wild halls of the tower, surprisingly for it being so late in the evening/ early in the morning the bustle of movement among the common rooms is still high, you run, more toddle than anything but youre trying to run to the living room, once you walk in you find tony tinkering with his helmet, while the end credits of a movie play out, you plop down onto the couch and he pulls you into a side hug.

"Do we want icecream? Ive got safe icecreams (y/n) can have" half said to you half to steve, you both accept the offer, tony brings you (favorite icecream) by a safe company, "dada we watch movie?" He sits next to you sandwiching you between himself and tony.

"Of course, ill put (f/m) on and puts your blankie on top of your legs.

Around three quarters of the way through the movie, a while after you finish your ice cream you slump over against tony, he lets you put your head in his lap and steve pulls your legs into his own, helping you get comfy.

You fall asleep to a calloused hand running through your hair and another delicate hand up and down your shin.

When the movie ends steve picks you up, "were taking tomorrow off to settle" steve announces to the room followed by a few different chimes of acknowledgement.

When steve sets you in bed you stirr whining for him wanting to be in his arm, he gets in next to you after changing out of his day clothes leaving him in a pair of shorts. Pulling your back to his chest, "its okay little love daddys right here, its bed time baby" and thats what sends you to dreams, your lilac kitty clutched to your chest.

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I hope its okay that its not edited, i didn't expect my migraine to get bad tonight but ive gotta sleep it off, ill get the next fic out tomorrow. <3 much love

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Not Gone Yet

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x reader

Summary: Connor’s supposed to be taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, but when Y/N finds him back at work next shift, she questions why he didn’t leave

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mention of injuries

Word Count: 1,556 Words

It all started the day Connor and I first met. 

Flashback

I was waiting for the next patient to come through the ambulance bay doors. There had been a huge train accident, and dozens of people were being sent our way. All of the doctors had been given people to work on, and now it was just me. Just then, a gurney barreled through the double doors, and on top of my patient was a young, handsome looking man.

“28-year-old male with crush injuries, a severed artery, and massive blood loss,” the man informed me as I grabbed ahold of the gurney and escorted it into the nearest available trauma room. “I got a tourniquet on his right leg and tried to intubate, but I couldn't get his jaw open. He lost his pulse on the ride.” 

“Put him on our monitor and rapid transfuser,” I order the nearest nurse. “Also, grab 4 units of O-neg and start with a round of Epi.” 

“I already hit him with Epi twice. Still no pulse. He's in fib,” the man told me. 

“All right, I’ve got it from here,” I exclaim. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay,” the guy stated.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who the hell are you?” I retort.

“I'm the new trauma fellow,” the man replied. After the patient had been passed off to a surgeon, I went looking for the man who had helped me earlier, and I found him in an empty patient room attempting to do stitches on his bicep.

“You need some help?” I question.

The man shook his head. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Okay. And uh, thanks for the help earlier,” I say.

“It was no problem. I’m Connor Rhodes, by the way,” the man greeted me.

I smiled. “Y/N L/N.” I then looked down at his cut, and when I saw that his stitches were near perfect, I was tremendously impressed. “You closed that almost perfectly. Where'd you pick that up?” 

“Riyadh,” Connor replied. “I spent a year there after my residency. Saudis paid me well not to leave unsightly scars.” 

“Well, it was nice meeting you Connor. I hope to see you around,” I claim.

“Yeah. I hope so too,” Connor spoke with a smile.

Flashback End

That was a few years ago, and now, we were friends. Great friends. However, for me, there was always something a little more between us. I had gained feelings for my co-worker, and no matter how much I tried to get rid of them, they wouldn’t go away. So I hid them. And now, Connor was taking a job at the Mayo Clinic, and tonight we were having a going away party for him. I was milling around the little Hawaiian themed bar on the riverfront, talking to other co-workers and such, and when I finished greeting everyone that I needed to, I walked off to find Connor. I eventually found him on a little dock peering at the river down below, and I went to join him.

“You, sir, are missing your lei,” I tell him and slide the bright pink flower necklace over his head. “And you’re also missing out on your party. Whatcha doing here all alone?”

“Just thinking,” Connor responded and stared out at the water.

“About?” I question.

Connor shrugged. “A lot of different stuff, I guess.”

“Well, seeing as you’re my best friend, I am not going to let you sulk in the corner all night. This is the last time we’re going to get to hang out in who knows how long, and I’m going to make it worth every second. Come on,” I demand and lace my hand with his before dragging him back to the party. As the music’s volume loudened, I led Connor over to the designated dance floor and began to dance alongside some of my co-workers.

“What are you doing?” Connor asked and laughed.

“Dancing, and you’re making me look stupid, so please dance with me,” I say. Connor hesitated, but soon gave in, and together we moved to the beat of the music. Connor twirled me around before pulling me back into his arms, and then we just stayed there in each other’s embraces. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. For a few minutes, we just stood there, holding each other tightly, neither of us wanting to let go. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” I murmur.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Connor mumbled into my hair and gave me a soft squeeze. And that was the last night I was supposed to ever see my best friend. I took my next shift off so that I could gather myself before going back to work, because once I had left the party and made it back to my apartment, I was a sobbing mess. I changed into some comfortable clothes, climbed into bed, and then cried myself to sleep. It was hard losing a best friend, especially someone I was so close with like Connor. After a few days though, my break was over, which meant I had to get back to work. Part of me wanted to take another day off because I didn’t want to go back to the hospital and not see Connor, but the other half of me knew that it was time to get back to my normal routine. I promised myself I would text Connor later, and once I got dressed, I headed to the hospital. When I walked through the ED doors, memories of Connor and I doing the same hit me, but I pushed them away and tried to focus on something else, and that just happened to be the doctor with curly ginger hair standing a few feet away from me.

“Hey, Will,” I greet and lean against the nurses’ station next to him.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your break?” Will asked and set down the tablet he was looking at.

“Good,” I reply. “It was much needed. So, you got any good cases you need help on?”

Will laughed. “You haven’t even put your stuff away yet. Come see me after that and then we’ll see.” I nodded and made my way to the doctors’ lounge, desperate to shed my bag and jacket so that I could get a case that would distract me. However, when I entered the lounge, I froze in my tracks. There, standing not even a dozen feet away from me, was Connor Rhodes, clad in a pair of black scrubs.

“Connor?” I question.

Connor looked up from his phone, and when he saw me, he smiled. “Y/N, hey.” I dropped my bag to the floor and launched myself into his arms, squeezing him tightly. For a few seconds, we stayed in each others’ arms, but eventually, I pulled away.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you gone yet? You’re supposed to be in Minnesota,” I point out.

“I know, but the board agreed to run my Hybrid OR project, and they wanted me to stay and run the program,” Connor explained.

I smiled. “That’s great. I’m happy that your project is taking off.”

“That’s not really why I decided to stay though,” Connor stated. “I decided to stay because of you.”

“W-what?” I stammer out as Connor grabbed ahold of my hands.

“I stayed in Chicago for you, Y/N. You’ve always felt like more than a best friend to me, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with you. If you feel the same way, of course,” Connor added. Without hesitation, I leaned up and pressed my lips to Connor’s. He kissed back immediately, winding his arms around my waist to pull me closer. I melted into Connor’s body, enjoying the warmth that emitted from him, along with the way it felt to be kissing him. Our lips moved together in sync for as long as possible, until finally, we had to pull away to breathe. “I’m really glad you feel the same way,” Connor confessed.

“Me too. I uh, I actually have to get back out to the ED to help Will with a case, but can we meet up after shift?” I quiz and shove my things into my cubby.

“Of course,” Connor answered. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. See you later. Oh, and good luck with the OR,” I call out as I left the residents’ lounge. I made my way over to Will, who was grinning like an idiot, something he didn’t do too often. “What?” I ask.

Will nodded to Connor, who had just exited the lounge and was making his way to the elevator. “I saw that.”

“No you didn’t,” I argue, my face turning a deep shade of red.

“Except I did,” Will countered. “So, are you going to tell me what just happened, or do I have to go hit up Connor for the details?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Neither. What you are gonna do though is cough up that case you said you had so we can get to work.”

“All right, but this conversation isn’t over,” Will said.

“It is for now. So, what do we got?” I question and look at the tablet in front of Will.

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Number 99 for Ethan× Meera (my fav) 😌❤️

Hugs & Deaths

Book : Open Heart

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Three years, three different deaths and three different ways Ethan comforts Meera.

Category : Angst with a few specks of fluff.

Warning : Mentions of death

Rating : Teen (Just to be safe)

Word Count : 1270

Trope(s) : Hurt/Comfort

Prompt : #99 "Can I give you a hug? You look upset." from 101 Ways to Say I Love You Prompt List.

A/N : First of all thank you so much for this lovely request dearest anon, I am so honoured that E & M are your fav. I first thought of posting just the second year portion which contains the actual prompt but I couldn't help but draw comparison with other years of Meera's residency and ended up going overboard. But here it is, I hope y'all like it, happy reading! ♥️

First Year of Residency (Set Pre Miami)

Ethan stops short and looks up from his chart at the chaos of the room across from him. The flatline of the heart monitor sends the doey eyed, curly haired intern in the room into a frenzy as she calls out a code blue.

Being the nearest senior doctor around Ethan puts his chart down on the nurses' station and dashes in, the code team following shortly.

"What we got Rookie?" he says checking the vitals on the screen.

"Martha Crawford, 48, female, complained of persistent hiccups and heartburn scheduled for laceration of the phrenic nerve this afternoon," Meera informed while doing chest compressions.

"Okay, push two of epi and one of atropine," Ethan ordered the nurse.

Both the doctors looked at the screen for a heartbeat. "Nothing, damnit!" Ethan cursed. "We need the paddles."

Meera took over the paddles, rubbing them against each other, "charging to three hundred."

"Clear," Ethan declared.

Meera placed the paddles on the patient's chest but there was no sign of a heartbeat.

"Charging to four hundred."

"Clear."

Both the doctors worked in perfect sync. The heart monitor started beating erratically and then the low heartbreaking sound of the flatline chimed through the room.

Dr. Ramsey let out a heavy sigh and looked at the young doctor, whose face was etched with shock.

"Okay charging to four fifty," she said.

"Dr. Bose, that was a flatline."

"Umm… okay, we can try something else."

"There is nothing more we can do."

"We can intubate her, or what about life support," she said panting, struggling to hold onto any glimmer of hope.

"Rookie," Meera looked into his blue eyes, a pleading look on her browns. "You have to call him."

Meera let out a long sigh and gave a small nod. She looked over the faces of all the people present in the room, then at the patient, next at her watch and finally at her medical hero.

"Time of death 13:52," she pronounced, her lips quivering slightly. She stepped back from the bed and made her way out.

Ethan followed her into the corridor and watched as she let herself into a supply closet. "The first few deaths, the first few losses were always so tough," Ethan thought. He felt like reaching out to her to just hold her or provide a shoulder to cry, just comfort her in any way.

His pager beeped as he tore his eyes away from the closet door and walked away in the opposite direction.

Second Year of Residency (Set in between the Attack and the Hopeful Hearts Gala when they dated secretly)

Ethan watched from the balcony as Meera held the hands of a woman in the waiting room. The woman breaking down as sobs racked her body. He watched as his girlfriend opened her arms wide and welcomed the woman in. He saw her move her hands up and down her body and although he couldn't hear her, he was sure she was whispering words of encouragement and support into her ears.

About fifteen minutes later he saw Meera standing up with a small smile on her face hugging the woman once again and parting ways with her. He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared into a corner, but Ethan knew where exactly he could find her.

Ten minutes later Ethan walked into the tranquility garden and towards a secluded corner. He found Meera sitting on the grass and looking into the void.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hi," she responded without moving a muscle.

"Can I give you a hug? You look upset." Ethan said, sitting down beside her.

"Yes please," Meera said softly, a single tear escaping her eyes as she made herself comfortable in Ethan's embrace.

Ethan wiped away the tear and held her as close to him as possible.

"I lost a kid today," Meera said, breaking the hug. "He was just eight, and I had to inform the mother. She was a single mother you know, she had no one, no one except that kid."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just wondering that it should have been easier by now, right? With how many death information I had to give in the past two years I should have gotten used to it by now."

"It doesn't get easier, trust me Rookie. It cuts deeper every time."

Meera nodded, rubbing her eyes dry. "So, is this how it is to date you?" Meera said with a small chuckle.

"Yes, awkward hugs and sarcastic comments, but I promise I'll try to improve."

"Aww, don't worry boo, I'll teach you how to give bear hugs."

"You know, bears actually don't hug…"

"Ugh! Don't spoil the fun, Ramsey!"

Third Year of Residency (Openly in a relationship)

Ethan walked into the observation deck and was surprised to find Meera seated there. "It's late Rookie and you are off duty why are you still here?"

"Well I could ask you the same question too," Meera pulled him into a kiss.

"I wanted to stay for the surgery," he said, coming up for air.

"So did I."

"I'll have to say, great solve on this case."

"Thanks, but it was teamwork."

"Learn to take a compliment Meera, you'll need it."

"Maybe I will," she smiled.

The doctors fell silent as Bryce walked into the OR below them. He looked over at Meera once and she gave him a nod. "Okay, 10 blade," Bryce said.

"Mr. Robinson is in good hands you know," Meera said and Ethan nodded in agreement.

"He is losing a lot of blood," Bryce announced an hour into the surgery. "Hang another unit of A positive and I need more."

The intern did as he was told. "Dr. Lahela, there is a shortage, the blood bank has been informed," he said.

"How much time is that going to take?"

"About thirty minutes."

"Okay, let's see if we can work with what we have."

Ethan and Meera shared a worried look, his hold tightening over her hand. The monitor starts beeping erratically, "BP sixty over forty, oxygen sixty six," someone from the OR informed.

"Okay looks like thirty minutes is going to be crucial."

Meera looked at Ethan gripping his hand tighter, a pleading look on her face. "Let me do this Ethan."

"Fine," Ethan hurriedly moved to the intercom, "how much do you need Lahela?"

"Four, five shall do."

"You'll be able to donate two, maybe three units atmost," Ethan turned to Meera.

"I know, but atleast it'll buy us some time," Meera replied.

"Fine, let's do this." He pressed the button on the intercom once again, "hang tight for five minutes, Lahela."

Meera lay on the patient table as Ethan placed a needle into her vein. He held her hand as blood filled up a bag. He handed over the first bag to the nurse and hung a second one.

"He'll be okay right?" Meera asked shakily.

"With blood as feisty as this, he'll be up and walking in no time," Ethan said, kissing her forehead and making her laugh.

He put up a third bag and looked around for a nurse, but couldn't find one.

"You go, I'll be okay," Meera assured him.

Ethan nodded and took off with the second bag.

"Ahh there you are! I was starting to worry," Meera smiled seeing Ethan returned.

Ethan walked in and removed the needle.

"Hey, that's just half a bag!" Meera protested.

"We don't need it anymore," Ethan put a bandaid on his girlfriend's arm.

"What do you mean?" Meera asked, confused.

"We lost him, his aortic valve ruptured beyond replacement and his heart stopped working," Ethan wrapped Meera in a warm hug. "I am sorry Rookie."

Meera melted at his touch,"don't be," she said as tears soaked Ethan's white coat.

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

A/N : Just wanted to say that I received a lot of requests from the prompt list and I am so grateful for that. I'll try to post one prompt each week but real life is a bitch and will obviously give me all sorts of problems hence delaying the process so please bear with me. 🥺 That being said if y'all still want to send in requests feel free to do so, but do check out this post to avoid repetion, thank you. 💜

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Never Have I Ever: Post-Series Fic

Ben Gross prided himself on being smart.  And falling in love with Devi Vishwakumar?  Well, that was just about the dumbest thing he could do.

           But, it happened anyway.

           He didn’t exactly know when, but somewhere between first grade and watching her dance with that tool, Paxton Hall-Yoshida, she had gone from the person he always wanted to beat to someone he genuinely hoped would win.  Because she deserved that.  After everything she went through with her dad and then everything after, she deserved a win.

           But, did that win have to be him?

           “Of course, it’s him,” Ben said, voice colored with defeat and just a hint of indignation.  He still hated losing.  Even if he technically wasn’t in this game.  Aneesa was waiting for him over by the punch.  “It’s always been him.”  

           Beside him, Eleanor said, “What?  No, it hasn’t.  After you took her to Malibu, she wanted to choose you.”

           Ben listened incredulously as Eleanor explained how she and Fabiana had talked Devi out of choosing him.  It was fucked up, and he was going to tell her as much, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Devi, imagining how different things would have been. It would have been him with her, not that glorified meat puppet.

           “So, just for the record, it hasn’t always been him.”

           Eleanor walked off after dropping her figurative bomb and he stayed rooted in place, not knowing what to do or think next.  He wasn’t used to this level of indecisiveness and he probably would have just stayed there, staring at Devi dance with another guy, if Aneesa hadn’t come over, sliding her hand over his shoulder.

           “Hey, I thought you were meeting me over by the punch,” she said, glancing over at where he had just been staring.  “Oh wow, good for Devi.”

           Aneesa looked up at Ben, noting the tense set of his jaw.  “But…you don’t think that.”

           “What?” he said immediately, finally looking away from the slow train wreck happening across the dance floor.  “I don’t care about them.  I mean, he’s a tool who, based on what I’ve seen, can barely read above an eighth grade level.  But, I don’t care.”

           “Uh, yeah, you do.”

           “Aneesa-“

           “Ben, I saw the way you were looking at them. At her.”

           He went to argue, but then realized he had no defense.  Aneesa ducked her chin to her chest.

           “Okay.  So, I guess I’m going to go now.”  She turned to leave, but then stopped, turning back.  “Don’t mess this up for her?”

           He didn’t know what he hated more, the implication that he would mess things up or the fact that Aneesa was maybe a little right. The song ended and he watched Paxton and Devi kiss before Paxton dipped his mouth to her ear.  Devi nodded at whatever he said, and then Paxton walked away, not letting go of her hand until the distance made it necessary.  Devi’s grin widened and Ben hated Paxton even more.

           Devi stood alone on the dance floor for a moment, seeming blissfully content, and then she caught his gaze.  Ben noticed that her grin dimmed slightly and then she walked over, clasping her hands nervously in front of her.

           “Look, I know what you’re going to say,” she began.

           “No, actually, you don’t.”

           She widened her eyes slightly.  “Okay.  Then, what are you going to say?”

           I know you wanted to choose me.

           “I’m happy for you, Devi.”

           It wasn’t what she expected, and not what he wanted, so they both felt out of sorts.  But then her shoulders slackened, a genuine smile spreading on her face, and Ben knew he did the right thing.  Because she deserved the win.  Even if it wasn’t him.

           “Thanks, Ben.”

           Paxton came over with two glasses of punch and handed Devi one, his now free arm going around her waist.  He gave Ben a lukewarm hello which, given their history, wasn’t entirely unfounded.

           “Anyway, I’ll see you around,” Devi said.

           “See you around, David.”

           Paxton looked at him strangely, but Devi only smiled wider.

-----

           There were only a few weeks left in the school year after the dance, and Ben did his best to keep his distance from Devi.  She hovered a bit after learning about his and Aneesa’s breakup, but then they all got busy with finals and then the schoolyear ended.  Ben was grateful for the time apart.  He didn’t know how long it took to fall out of love with someone, but he figured summer break’s three Devi-free-months should do the trick.

           That summer, he lined up a volunteer program to pad his college applications just like every other summer.  He was supposed to help out with pro bono work at his dad’s firm, but at the last minute his dad hired a law clerk instead so that he could bill out his time at a markup.  So, he was stuck with a retirement home.  Everyone volunteered at retirement homes, which meant it was the last thing Ben wanted to put on his resume.  But, there was nothing else left and it was better than nothing, so he grudgingly accepted a spot at one about fifteen minutes from his house and prepared himself for a summer of moth balls and stories about “the war”.

           Instead, he got Devi.

           “I thought you were working at your dad’s firm this summer,” Devi said.

           “Something came up.  Weren’t you supposed to do Habitat for Humanity?”

           Devi nodded.  “I had an incident with a hammer.  Apparently, you aren’t supposed to bedazzle it.”

           Ben smirked.  “You bedazzled your hammer?”

           “Oh, yeah.  I added feathers, too.  Honestly, it was an upgrade.”

           “I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want to take you,” he mocked.

           Devi shrugged.  “Probably for the best.  I mean, would you want a house built by me?”

           “You make a fair point.”

           “So, here we are,” Devi said.  “Slumming it at the retirement home.”

           “You may want to say that a little louder.  I don’t think the guy in the back with the hearing aid heard you.”

           “But, you know what, if anyone can make the best out this, it’s you and me, Gross.”

           She flashed him a smile and he felt it all the way down to his toes.  This was going to be a long three months.

----

           It turned out, Ben was surprisingly adept at being around old people, and Devi was an immediate crowd pleaser.

           “Even Marvin likes me,” Devi said.  “And I’m pretty sure he’s a low-key racist.”

           “Not that low key.  He specifically asked me to help him fill out a banking form yesterday because, as he put it, your people are good at that.”

           “Damn.  Remind me to not give him an extra pudding cup.”

           One of the long-time residents, Gladys, rolled by with her walker and said, “Benjamin, don’t forget my granddaughter is visiting this afternoon.  I told her all about you.”

           “I won’t forget, Gladys.”

           “Look at you, Benjamin.”  He rolled his eyes.  “Using the residents to get a date.  Honestly, it’s sort of genius.  If I wasn’t dating Paxton, I would totally use these guys to pimp myself out.”

           “Slow down, David.  Gladys came to me about her granddaughter.  I’m not that desperate.  I have options.”

           “Sure, you do, Ben.”

           “But, um, you and Paxton?  That’s going well?”

           He didn’t know why he asked.  You don’t ask the girl you’re in love with how her relationship is going, but he asked, and now he had no choice but to hear the answer.

           “Yeah, it is,” Devi said.  She tucked her hair behind her ears as she smiled, and Ben wished he could sink directly down into the ground.

           “That’s great.”

           “Yeah.  It is.”

           That afternoon, he asked Gladys’ granddaughter out on a date.

----

           Ben could always tell when Devi and Paxton were fighting by her mood.  She had never been good at hiding her emotions, and while in a relationship, that hadn’t changed.  He noticed it a few weeks in.  She went back into the employees’ area and shoved her bag forcefully into the cubby hole.

           “Did the cubby hole do something to you?” he asked.

           “No,” she said stubbornly.  “The cubby hole is doing nothing.  Which is the problem.  The cubby hole just sits there playing video games all day.  Which, sure, I can play some Mario Kart here and there.  I’m a team player.  But, at a certain point, enough with the stupid video games.  I am not dating freaking Yoshi!”

           Ben was quiet for a moment and then said, “I didn’t know a cubby hole had apposable thumbs to play video games.”

           She shot him a look, but then couldn’t help but laugh.

           “The cubby hole was a metaphor.”

           “Yeah, I caught on to that.”

----

           Ben found it remarkably easy to be around her, even as his feelings stayed rooted to the core, and at a certain point he became resigned to it all.  Maybe Devi was just one of those people he would always have feelings for.  Isn’t that what they said about your first love?  You could move on, but you never really forgot it.  So, he would love her and just move on.

           He dated Gladys’ granddaughter, enjoying himself but never really feeling anything beneath surface level.  But, she was nice enough, and Gladys was delighted by the pairing, even as the volunteer coordinator was not.

           “Just don’t have sex anywhere on property,” she had said in a huff.

           “I, uh, won’t.  Thanks for the clarification.”

           He was dating someone else.  He and Devi were finally sort of back to how they were before.  And then he accidentally ate pecans.

           “Oh my God, Ben, your mouth is getting huge,” Devi said, eyes wide with concern.

           “I am so sorry,” Gladys’ granddaughter said. “I thought the muffin was banana-walnut, not banana-pecan.”

           “Do you have an Epi-Pen or something?”  Devi barked at the terrified looking volunteer coordinator.

           “No, and even if we did, I don’t think we can technically use it on a non-resident.”

           “Are you freaking kidding me right now?  Do you see him?”  She pointed at Ben, whose face was rapidly growing in size.  “You know what, I’ll just handle it myself.”

           Devi dragged him out to her car, which was concerning since he knew she only just got her license the week before, and he also knew based on what she told him that her passing was a total fluke.  

           “I think I’d rather go into anaphylactic shock in there,” he said, already turning back toward the retirement home.

           “Don’t be dumb, Ben,” she said, forcefully pulling him back to the car.  “You are not going into anaphylactic shock.  I’ll take you to my mom’s office and she can give you a shot or something. She’s only a few minutes away.”

           He reluctantly got into the car, and Devi started her car, forgetting to put it into reverse before she pressed on the gas. The car lurched forward, nearly hitting the one parked in front of them, and Ben said, “Please don’t let me die in this car.”

           “No one is dying today, Ben Gross.  So, calm down, okay?  I got this.”

           It was not exactly a smooth ride, but true to her word, five minutes later they pulled into a parking spot in front of Dr. Vishwakumar’s office.  They burst into the office, Ben now leaning a bit on Devi as it became harder to breath.

           “I’m pretty sure I’m going into anaphylactic shock,” he gasped.

           “No, you are not.  You are fine.”  Devi’s words were calm, but her tone was not.

           Nalini Vishwakumar walked out of her office and stopped short when she saw Devi and Ben.

           “What in the world – Benjamin, what happened to your face?”

           “He ate pecans which, turns out, he’s also allergic to,” Devi said quickly.  “Can you give him a shot or something?”

           “Devi, you should have taken him to the emergency room!” Nalini said, rushing over to her daughter and Ben and bringing them back to an examination room.

           “The hospital was farther away.”

           Ben became to gasp for breath and Nalini hissed, “He’s going into anaphylactic shock.”

           Ben could barely breathe, but he managed a, “Told you.”

           “Well, how was I supposed to know!”  Devi said loudly.

           One shot of epinephrine and an IV full of antihistamines and cortisone later, Ben could breathe again, but Nilani made him stay for a while longer so that she could observe him.  She put he and Devi in one of the unused examination rooms, and told them to let her know if he had any more trouble breathing.  Devi sat next to him, her knees pulled tight into her chest.

           “I’m sorry that I almost killed you.”

           “You’re not getting valedictorian that easily.”

           He was joking because, yeah, his throat had almost closed up and she probably should have taken him to the hospital and not her mom’s office, but it was fine now.  Except, when he looked over at Devi, she still looked scared.  After a beat, she launched herself toward him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.  

           “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, rubbing her back.  “I’m okay.”

           She pulled away and gave his arm a light punch. “You really scared me.”

           “Yeah, well, next time I’ll double check my banana-walnut muffin actually has walnuts.”

           “And I’ll believe you when you say your throat is closing up.”

           Devi’s phone rang and he saw Paxton’s name flash on the screen.  He asked her, “Do you need to get that?”

           He watched her hesitate before sending it to voicemail.

----

           Devi and Paxton broke up a week later.  He found out from one of the retirement home residents, who he overheard telling Devi, “You’re better off, Devi.  Take it from an old woman.  You have the rest of your life to be with one person.  Now is the time to be free.  Sow your wild oats, if you will.”

           “Um, I don’t really know what that last part means, but I feel you.  I mean, I’m too young and hot to be tied down, right?”

           “Exactly.  You know, I have a grandson you might be interested in.  He’s pre-med.”

           “I appreciate the offer, Beatrice.  And offering me your grandson after I just broke up with my boyfriend?  Savage. But, I think I need to take some time by myself.”

           That afternoon during bingo, Ben casually brought up the breakup after calling out B-27.

           “Are you okay?” he asked.

           “Yeah, I’m okay,” she said.  She ran the machine and picked out the next ball.  “B-13!”  She put the ball down and said in a regular volume voice, “We just didn’t have that much in common.”

           “Yeah, I bet,” Ben said automatically.

           “Wow, okay,” Devi said with a laugh that didn’t exactly sound reassuring.

           “I didn’t mean,..” he trailed off, because he kind of did.  “Anyway, I’m glad you’re okay.”  He paused and picked up the next ball.  “N-7!”

           “Bingo!”

----

           Summer was coming to a close, and so was their time at the retirement home.  For some reason, Ben felt an impending sense of dread.  Sure, he would still see Devi, but it would be different.  Everyone else would be added back to the mix, including Paxton.  

           Their last big event at the retirement home was a movie night.  They set up a projector in one of the recreation rooms and made it up like an old theater, complete with velvet ropes and individual little bags of popcorn. They even wore old-timey usher costumes they rented from a local costume shop.

           “Does yours also smell like nachos?”  Devi asked.

           “Yeah.  I’m trying not to think about it.”

           The movie was It Happened One Night, and Devi and Ben sat in the back, watching the movie along with the residents.  It was secretly one of Ben’s favorites.  He and his mom had spent little time together when he was growing up, but she shared with him her love of old movies.

           It was the Jericho scene, where Clark Gable’s character was setting up a sheet between him and Claudette Colbert in their motel room.  He stripped down to just his undershirt, and Devi mused, “Clark Gable was super bangable.”

           “Shh,” Ben said.  “This is my favorite part.”

           Devi looked over at him and grinned.  Feeling her gaze, he glanced over and felt his breath stop when their eyes met.  They were close, and in the darkness her eyes seemed to glow.  He always thought she had pretty eyes.  Even before, when he hated her more times than he liked her. He felt an urge to lean forward. It would be so easy.  Just the slightest lean and his mouth would be against hers.  But, that would just be a kiss in the back of a dark room.  He wanted more.

           “Eleanor told me that you wanted to choose me after Malibu.”

           She blinked rapidly.  “What?”

           “After you scattered your dad’s ashes.  She said you wanted to choose me, but they made you also consider Paxton.”

           “Okay.”

           “Is that true?”

           Devi didn’t answer, so he kept talking.

           “And she said that you started the rumor about Aneesa because you thought that we were dating and you were jealous.  And, you see, I’ve had it in my mind all this time that it was always Paxton.  And that I was, I don’t know, some detour on the way, but-“

           “You were not a detour,” Devi said immediately. “You were…you were perfect.  And I messed us up.”

           “So, Eleanor was telling the truth?”

           Devi nodded.  “Yeah, she was.”

           Ben took a deep breath.  “Devi.  I’m going to kiss you now.”

           She nodded, all business, but he could hear the nerves in her voice when she said, “Okay.  Thank you for the advanced warning.”

           He leaned in and captured her mouth with his.  The kiss was sweet and unhurried, like they had all the time in the world.  And in a way, they did.  There was a noise behind them, and they pulled apart abruptly.  Their supervisor stood over them and said, "Remember what I said about no sex on property?"

"Are you kidding me right now?"  Devi said.  "Who is having sex in these gross costumes?"

"You'd be surprised."

The supervisor walked away, and Devi looked at Ben.  "You don't think she meant..."

"I think she absolutely did."

"I need to take this off immediately."

#never have I ever #ben x devi #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #never have I ever fanfiction #post-series fic

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Insight ~ J.M.

Request: “... jack morton x male reader and instead of Vera taking the potion to stop the sons of Prometheus from killing jack the reader takes it and he’s had a super hard life to (Vera son if you want because I totally agree with that other post) and while people are going through his pain and memories jack sees the readers crush on him and he teases him about it...” by anon

MASTERLIST

Two words.

All Y/n had to do was say two words, and the entire quart yard took a collective gasp. Even Vera slowly looked over to her son, eyes wide and watery.

Vera had always struggled to have kids. After she’d had her daughter, it had been a miracle. The relationship she’d had her from, Vera didn’t like to talk about, as most of her relationships were. So when her little girl had begged and begged and begged for a siblings, Vera’s only option had been adoption. The two had gone together to meet people and look into children. It had taken a while, because Vera’s daughter had been as picky and precise as Vera was. When they’d found Y/n though, there was an immediate connection. He was quiet and distant and reserved. The little girl had made a joke about how the little boy was just like her mommy, and then a few months later he was in their home and supposed to be part of their family.

Vera and Y/n had never talked about Y/n’s past. The boy had clammed up and shut down every time it was mentioned, so Vera had learned very quickly that it was off limits. She had allowed him to find the time to come to her if he ever wanted to, and allowed him to just be her son. His past didn’t matter - she was his family now. After her daughter and his sister died, they bonded over the lost and clung to each other even more. What were past hardships when they had things to worry about right in front of them? It just hadn’t mattered.

Until now.

The years before the Stones were the worst years. Vera had always thought herself a terrible mom, but when she looked into Y/n’s mind and saw the years before, she realized why he always thought so highly of her and defended her to his dying breath. She saw himself in his eyes. A savior.

One he had betrayed.

Vera still remembered the day her children had been playing without him, and Y/n had offered his sister food from his lunch because she was still hungry. He’d just started opening up, and was a very light hearted, pleasant child. He had just started to really soften and warm up and it was so nice to see it.

To be fair, he hadn’t known she was allergic to peanuts, and he hadn’t known about epi pens, let alone how to use one.

It wasn’t his fault.

He had still never forgiven himself.

All of these things roiled around in the minds of every single person who was in that courtyard and they all looked Y/n and for once each eye that met his saw past all of his guards and protections and through his carefully constructed mask to the boy underneath. The scared, lonely who had only ever hurt any person he’d gotten close to. The child who just wanted love and safety, but believed in his bones he was cursed to experience nothing but suffering. If he had to bring it, he would, because he was simply that bad. He never meant to, but he always would.

The guilt and self hate and hardships he’s endured an entire life time roiled inside each person, and one of the Sons of Prometheus looked at him and asked with a soft voice, “Hw do you bare it?”

He took an even breath. His eyes were watery and he fought tooth and nail to get the tears to go away. His heart was racing and his nails dug into his palm as he desperately tried to keep it together. “Because I have to,” was his response. And they all saw that in his mind, it was true. He had spent the last several years trying to make up for the struggle he brought wherever he went. Protecting Vera from all he could. Making everyone’s life as easy as he could. Working nearly to death to have everything in order and taken care of so everyone could depend on him. Even now he had taken the potion and said the spell that would shove all of the things he was most afraid to show anyone into the heads of the people whose opinion he most cared about. For Vera, so she wouldn’t have to.

But that wasn’t completely true was it?

“Jack’s in danger?” My voice came out much more even than I felt capable of delivering. Inside was a torrential storm. Hurricanes rammed against his skin from the inside, beating against his lungs and heart. tsunami of emotions pounded his stomach, making it twist and hurt. His entire body was aching, and all because he couldn’t get the image of Jack Morton being dead out of his head.

Who could stand the idea of the person they loved being in any kind of danger?

What would stop them from doing everything and anything necessary to save them?

He didn’t just have to do it because Vera needed him. He pushed himself harder so Alyssa was less stressed so that she and Jack could be together with more peace, and he did it because he loved Jack enough to sacrifice himself for their happiness.

He took the brunt of the memory wiping so the wolves would have someone to be mad at other than Vera and Alyssa. He did the hardest work and played the bad guy.

He played the bad guy so that everyone could so easily hate him, and he allowed it to happen to lessen hardship and conflict and struggle. He let his name be a curse and his existence be a regret because if you had someone to throw all your bad emotions at, then you could throw those emotions and be rid of them and move on.

Y/n took on every struggle to lessen the hardships of others, and he did it without complaint or hesitation or doubt.

Vera was the only person who really knew Y/n, and even she didn’t know this.

Turning attention from Y/n, Vera took charge. Y/n stood there, stone cold and put together on the outside as he always was even as he burned and screamed and thrashed on the inside. It didn’t matter that they all knew what he was feeling despite his efforts he was to afraid to SHOW how badly he felt. If he could look strong, people would respect him even more, especially knowing how much he hurt inside. Respect was all he had.

Other than disdain.

When it was over, Y/n didn’t wait for his mother, or the two students to catch up to him. Alyssa and Jack, of all people. The three people he probably cared about the most and hid the hardest from had just seen all of the things he had so long desperately tried to bury, and despite knowing he would have to face them eventually he got in his car and he drove. He had known that this would happen and had planned this by bringing his own ride, which had surprisingly been allowed with little problem. 

He was determined to avoid every single person in that courtyard for as long as he could, even though he knew it wouldn’t be long until he had to face at least one of them.

Listen, he knew forever was out of the question, but he thought he’d get at least a day. A full 24 hours just maybe. Time to compose himself and for the spell to wear off and for him to push it all back down again and organize it like it usually was. Like he always did when he was upset, but this time with desperation because there were three people he was going to have to deal with regularly who knew he was lying through his teeth no matter how believably okay he looked.

He got ten hours before his mom found him.

Really, looking back, he shouldn’t have been surprised. She was the principal at his school. What did he expect?

“Y/n,” Vera began softly. She had a sort of edglessness to her in that moment, and it made Y/n shift. She was as guarded as he was, so to see her regret and pain and love written all over her face... maybe she only felt it fair since she’d seen all of him, that he was allowed to see all of her.

“You don’t have to do this,” Y/n rushed, wanting to bolt. “You really don’t have to. I know it wasn’t my fault. I know that you don’t approve of a lot of the things I do and feel and think. I know you see just how much I am exactly like you and you hate it because you wanted me to be so much happier. Better, for my own benefit. I know I could be an emotional mess and a failure and you’d be more relieved than seeing me be like this. I know how much that hurt you. I also know you hate being pitied, so I took that fall. Please, I hate being pitied too.”

She shook her head, approaching her son. “I don’t pity you, Y/n. I ache for you.” She pulled him into a hug and at first he just let her hug him, but then she didn’t pull away so he finally wrapped his arms around her. Once he hugged her, it was impossible not to melt into her touch. He felt the weight of years of hidden secrets melt off of him. He was glad that if he had to tell a bunch pf people the things he most wished to keep hidden, his mom was one of the people who had to be there. He was glad she knew. “I’m sorry. For your sake, I wished I’d been better at teaching you how to forgive yourself.”

That was fair. “You were too busy teaching me how to do everything else. And without you, I wouldn’t have made it very long.” He squeezed her, burying his face in her neck. “I’m so lucky to have you as a mom. I’m so, SO lucky. I’m... I’m sorry for- I know it’s not my fault but-” And there were the tears.

“It’s okay,” Vera soothed. “It’s okay.”

They stayed there for a while, until Y/ finally cried and then calmed down. They separated and Vera touched his cheek. She gave him the saddest smile and he returned a watery one back. They stayed in her office until Y/n was ready to face people again, and as he left the room he felt a lot better than he’d expected to.

Maybe he’d been wrong about this whole confessions and emotions thing.

His mind changed pretty quickly when two days later he was faced with Alyssa Drake. He expected her to hate him. After all, they’d never gotten along. Alyssa was one of the very many people who thought Y/n was a shitty person. She’d always been clear that she thought he was the worst the Order had to offer. After years of coming nowhere near even getting along or being civil, she had seen into his mind and saw that everything she knew about him was a lie, and that on top of all of that, he was in love with her boyfriend.

Despite all the reasons he was sure she had to loath him, what he got from her when they were stuck on the same duty together was a small smile and a warm greeting. “Hey.”

He treaded carefully. “Hello.”

After a moment, she casually continued, “How have you been?”

Y/n wasn’t about to shut her down. He had no reason to be a jackass to her, and now that Alyssa thought about it, he’d never actually been a rude person. He’d just taken the blame and never corrected assumptions. Even now, when she knew how terrified he was and how much he wanted to be anywhere but with her, having any sort of conversation, he was still considerate and polite enough to respond to her and respond to her in case she needed closure about anything.

“Well enough, considering,” was Y/n’s response.

Alyssa nodded. The conversation was almost between two friends, which was so incredibly bizarre that other members of the Order looked at the two and seemed to be absolutely bewildered. After all they’d seen and the impossible they’d faced, Alyssa Drake and Y/n Stone exchanging friendly small talk was the thing they couldn’t handle. Y/n noticed it and wondered what theories were going around in peoples’ heads. Alyssa just ingored them.

Instead, rather out of nowhere, she mentioned very lightly, “You’re supposed to ask how I’ve been now.” Her eyes twinkled with a sort of light teasing mood, and Y/n almost smiled.

Y/n Stone almost smiled.

“How have you been, Alyssa?”

“Very good, thank you for asking. Jack and I broke everything off officially, after a really long talk. That was hard. But it was a lot better for both of us in the long term. We’ve been struggling since the beginning, and after all we’ve been through it’s time to stop trying for something that’s only going to hurt us. you know?” She smiled at the way Y/n went rigid. “There are options out there for both of us. I think for now I just want to take some time for myself. I have a lot going on, and it’ll be nice to take a breather and not worry about what the hell is going wrong with me and Jack this time.”

Y/n nodded, trying to seem collected even as he was wound tightly. “Are you guys going to stay friends?”

“No,” Alyssa answered. “Not- for now, I mean. We actually both handled the whole break up a lot better than we thought, but we still need time to separate ourselves from each other before we could ever get to being just friends. We did talk about having like weekly check ins, maybe. Because we do still care for each other, and the idea of just disappearing from each others’ lives would suck. But I mean he’s got a lot of issues with me after the whole memory thing that he needs to come to terms with, and it’s been months where he didn’t even know who I was. Months that I had to see him with someone else every day. Eventually I got used to the idea that we weren’t together anymore. Trying to make it now is trying to put something far beyond fixing together again. It just doesn’t work anymore.”

This time when Y/n nodded, it was a lot smoother. “That makes sense.” He looked at her directly. “And you’re doing this because of those reasons and nothing else?”

She met his eyes without stepping down. Not many people could do that. “I’m not going to lie to you, Y/n. I told you, we both have better options for us out there. We had a long talk, and it didn’t come out of nowhere. It was triggered by something. But that’s all. Just because something starts something, doesn’t mean that something is the reason it ends.”

Fair enough. It was something he could accept. He had the opinion that they were bad for each other anyway, and they’d probably seen that. All the many hours Y/n had wondered why they even bothered after everything. The annoyances and doubts he’d had, not because he thought he had a chance with Jack, but because he saw how much they were both suffering and thought they deserved better. They’d both seen those thoughts and recognized them as having merit. Despite emotional idiocy, Y/n was very smart. His sense had been just what they needed to see that it really was pointless. At this point they were just hurting each other, and what was the point of love if it hurt?

Y/n wouldn’t argue with a decision he agreed with.

He would however argue if Jack tried to make a move on him, because he was absolutely not down to be a rebound or pity dated or whatever reason Jack Morton might find interest in Y/n Stone now that Y/n’s feelings were out in the open and Jack was single.

The rets of the night Y/n and Alyssa were silent. It was a comfortable silence, but Y/n had a lot on his mind and Alyssa seemed to sense that. He was appreciative for her not pressing her, and he was beginning to think she might know that better than he wanted her to.

Y/n saw Jack from a distance a few times for the next few weeks. He kept expecting Jack to approach him, but it never happened. It took a few times before Jack even acknowledged Y/n being there at all. When Y/n stopped immediately looking away and then looking back to see if Jack was still looking, or just running away altogether, Jack started smiling at him. When they found each other doing something together for any reason, Jack was perfectly polite and never seemed to flirt or mention Y/n’s feelings or his break up with Alyssa. 

It was like Sons of Prometheus had never happened, aside from the fact that Jack and Alyssa were nice to him now and would shut people up if they talked bad about Y/n around them. Which was a major shock for everyone, including Y/n, but also had absolutely not been what Y/n had expected. He’d been gearing himself up for them to use it against him at first, getting revenge for all the things they were mad at him for. After the conversation with Alyssa, he’d expected to have to deal with Jack trying to use Y/n as a rebound. Neither happened.

A month later, Jack finally talked to Y/n. It was in a completely normal setting, where they’d both been getting lunch and Jack had asked to sit with him. Y/n had agreed, intrigued by what was going through Jack’s head. When the other man just made small talk, Y/n finally snapped. “What’s your deal?”

Jack rose an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Y/n thought about his words carefully. He rarely lost his cool or talked without meaning to. His anxiety was getting to him more than he’d realized. He didn’t know how to ask Jack about that day and his reaction to Y/n’s feelings for him without actually bringing up said feelings. His eyes fell to his food. He realized he was glaring, but couldn’t force his face to smooth out like he normally could. Finally he looked back up at Jack, who he realized had stilled, waiting patiently for Y/n to collect his thoughts. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why you and Alyssa are being friends with me.”

“Why?” Jack asked casually, returning to his food. “Because you’re in love with me?”

Slamming his fork down, Y/n leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t say it out loud like it doesn’t mean anything.” He felt suddenly very vulnerable and defensive. For the first time since his sister had died, someone really knew how he felt. They knew the real him, past lies and what he wanted people to see when they looked at him. Except this time he didn’t know what they were feeling or thinking - not even in the slightest. He absolutely hated it.

Jack focused on his food for a few seconds, but he didn’t take a bite. “Y/n...” He looked up, but this time his face wasn’t a sort of detached amusement, it was full of conflict and hesitation. “Alyssa told me about what she said to you.”

Y/n’s jaw worked. “Has anything changed since then?” His voice was a lot more quiet and full of hope than he wanted it to be. Crap! He wasn’t supposed to be like this! He wasn’t supposed to be the one excited for this change. He was supposed to be strong and ready to turn down Jack, because Jack needed to think about himself before he just humped into a new relationship. And yet here they were, and Jack hadn’t mentioned any interest in Y/n once, and Y/n was the one who was still pining.

Shaking his head, Jack didn’t seem to pick up on Y/n’s silent, accidental plea. There was something he wasn’t saying though and Y/n shifted, suddenly very nervous. Was he about to get shot down? Was Jack about to make it so very clear that they could only ever be what they were now? Pleasant acquaintances, where one of them were in love with the other, but the other could never feel the same. Jack seemed to look into Y/n’s eyes and see those thoughts, and he seemed to... smile.

“You know, everyone always thinks that me and Alyssa were in love the first time we looked at each other.” His smile grew, amusement dancing across his features. “That we were each other’s first option, from the very beginning.”

That surprised Y/n. “You weren’t?”

Jack shook his head. “You were my first option.” Y/n went solid, his eyes widening. He looked like a shocked statue, frozen forever in perpetual stunned silence. When it didn’t seem he was going to recover anytime soon, Jack continued speaking. “I was on a tour with her when I saw you. Alyssa noticed the way I looked at you and laughed at me. AT the time, I knew a LOT more about the school than her because my grandpa had taught me about it, in preparation for getting into the Order. You remember the whole thing between me and Coventry.” Y/n nodded. “She made some comment about how I didn’t know EVERYTHING about this school, because I was showing her up and she wanted to knock me down a peg. Told me she dared me to ask you out, and had this really smug look on her face.” He chuckled at the memory. “Well, easy to say that when she was helpful and helped me join the Order - as much as she’ll refuse to admit it - it was a pretty easy pick between the pretty girl who had been so nice to me, and the really hot guy who seemed to be a total dick.”

Y/n blushed. “You’re so full of shit,” he accused.”

A grin light up Jack’s face. “I’m absolutely not.” An unsure smile rose to Y/n’s face as well. He picked up his fork, busying himself with his food as Jack picked up the story again. “I was becoming a tree that day.” His face turned odd, like a mix of horror and disbelief. Jack seemed to be having a hard time believing it had happened, even though he’d been there. “Me and Alyssa were already talking about breaking up. Things between us had already gotten so convoluted, and she had never really gotten over my attraction to you. Among with other things, of course. That day, she chose the Promethians instead of me. I would have been able to get over it if she hadn’t tried to destroy our entire relationship to get her magic back. Like I understand how much her magic means to her but...” His smile had vanished and Y/n hurt for the boy.

He’d never cared as much about magic as his mother did, but watching her had made him understand the worth of it to others. To prioritize that over someone you’re supposed to be in love with though... that had to hurt. “I’m sorry.”

Jack shrugged it off. “It’s fine. It just really proved to me that we were done, and had been for a while. We could have made it if my memory hadn’t been wiped, maybe. If we weren’t on two so very different paths. If no matter how hard I tried she was just ALWAYS out of my reach.” He looked at Y/n. “If she hadn’t been right about me still liking you after all this time.”

Y/n felt his heart begin to race. “How the hell do you like me? You said yourself, I was a total asshole.”

Nodding, Jack seemed to agree at first, even as a smile curved his lips upward again. “You’re a really good actor, Y/n. But every actor has their weak moments, and every person makes mistakes. You aren’t as rock solid as you think you are. I saw the way you looked at my friends. Like you wanted to protect them. And how you took credit for things that were absolutely not your fault. I kept saying it was just to move on and get it over with... I dismissed everything you did that showed how kind you are, until Vera said something when she called us out for having our memories back that caught my attention. He said that we couldn’t mess up. That more than our reputations were on the line. Randall replied about how we didn’t care about her reputation but she said it wasn’t hers she was worried about.” Y/n suddenly couldn’t look at Jack, and that seemed it was all that was needed to confirm whatever theory had been bouncing around. “I’ve only ever seen Vera Stone prioritize one thing over her own judgement. I know she liked us, but you said something to her to get her to be lenient with us, didn’t you?”

A shrug was all Jack got at first, but when the silence stretched, Y/n sighed and finally admitted, “Yeah, I did. I told her I trusted your capabilities. I-” He swallowed. “I told her that I couldn’t let you die.”

“You told her you were in love with me,” Jack added. Y/n nodded. Jack chuckled and Y/n rose an eyebrow. “I’m that irresistible, huh?”

The tension shattered and both of them started a soft giggle. “Look who’s talking, Mr. I Fell Because I Saw You Once.” Jack rolled his eyes at that, but both of them did grow into full laughter. They thought about the several times both of them could have been so much happier with each other but were too busy creating an image or fighting a losing battle or believing everything they heard instead of getting to know the other person instead. “I’m an idiot,” Y/n sighed when they calmed down. 

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “So am I. Wanna go on a date with me?”

Y/n grinned. “You free on Saturday?”

#Jack Morton #the order of the hermedic blue rose #the knights of saint Christopher #the order #male reader #Jack Morton imagine #jack morton x male reader #jack morton x reader #the order x reader #the order imagine #the order of the hermedic blue rose x reader #the knights of saint christopher x male reader #the knights of saint christopher imagine

[ally-writes-many-things]

I don't date Cops (J. Halstead) P2

Summary: Will is trying to convince you to go on a date with his brother which you didn't want to do until you spent some time with him without knowing he was Will's brother.

Words: 1224

Requested: yes/no

Prompts:

Warning or A/N:

"Set it up or give him my number,"

Will stops dead in his tracks and looked at you. "What?"

You rolled your eyes. "You heard me,"

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. Just do it,"

"Alright, I'll set it up,"

"Thank you,"

---

It had been two days since you met Jay and told Will to set it up but you haven't heard from Will or Jay so you were thinking that Jay wasn't interesting. Which didnt bother you.

You saw Will walk in hand in hand with Natalie. You looked at them confused, last time you checked, they were on the outs. "CFD Plan 2. Mass cass,"

"Dr. Y/L/N and Dr. Halstead, I need you. Trauma three,"

You quickly put your gloves on as the paramedics came into the E.D. "What do we have?"

"12-year-old male, crush injuries, severed artery, massive blood loss. Got a tourniquet on his right leg. Tried to intubate but couldn't get his jaw open. He lost his pulse on the ride,"

" Put him on our monitor and rapid transfuser. Grab 4 units of O-neg, and start with a round of Epi,"

The paramedics looked at you. "Already hit him with the Epi times two,

"Still no pulse. He's in fib,"

You did the best you could to save his life but you just couldnt save him. "Time of death 8:31,"

You heard a heart shattering scream, you turn your head and what you could guess it was his parents. "THATS MY SON!"

Will patted the dad on the shoulder. "Im so sorry, he was to far gone for us to save. We tried of everything,"

You walked out the room, throwing your gloves in the trash. But quickly putting clean ones on. "Where do you need me Maggie?"

"Trauma 2,"

You walked into the room and this time it was a little girl. You looked at the paramedics. "Left AC, obvious femur fracture,"

"Good distal pulse. It's blown. Sweetheart, we're going to take good care of you,"

The little girl cried out for her dad. "You have to go back for my daddy! I love my daddy!"

You looked at Maggie. "You know anything about that?"

"Pretty sure her father was loaded. Must've been sent to Sinai or County,"

You nodded and looked back at the little girl. "Okay, sweetie, look, you see this lady right here?"

"Uh-huh,"

"Her name is Maggie. She can find anybody, anywhere, okay? I promise she'll find your daddy for you,"

"Better believe I will, hon,"

-

"It was only an hour and a half,"

You were looking at the bloody E.D when Maggie walked up to you. "What?"

"It was only an hour and a half,"

"We mustve treated two dozen patients and youre telling me it was only an hour and a half?"

She nodded.

You were just exhuasted beyond anything you ever felt before. You felt as if you could sleep for months. "So what exactly happened?"

Maggie shrugged. "From what I was told some asshole purposely caused a multi car pile up,"

"What? Why?"

Maggie shrugged. "I don't know,"

"Dang this place is a mess,"

You turned around and saw Jay walking through the E.D. "Yeah, its been a long hour and a half. Im guessing you're here to question the victims?"

Jay shook his head. "No, we already got the suspect in custody, my boss is still questioning him though,"

"Oh, I'll page your brother then,"

"Not here for him either. Here for you,"

"Me? Why?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were the girl Will was trying to set me up with?"

"I didn't even know you were Will's brother and then when I found out, he got slammed and I didn't see you after that,"

Jay was quiet for a second. "So how about that date?"

"Yes,"

"I wouldve said tonight but after seeing the E.D, how about tomorrow?"

"I'd like that,"

Jay smiled. "I'll see you then,"

Jay said his goodbyes to Maggie and then walked out. "Good choice, that is one fine man,"

You chucked and went to check up on a patient.

--

"Let me get that for you,"

Jay went to your side and pulled the chair out for you and then pushed you in. "What a gentleman,"

"I try,"

"So Will tells me that you were in the milltary?"

"Yeah, I was in the Rangers. Saw some messed up things there and lost some good friends but I wouldn't change anything if I had a choice to go back,"

"Is that why you joined the police force?"

"Yeah, after I got out, I still felt like I didnt do enough to help people, so I joined the Academy. A few years later, I got shot in my arm working undercover and I got to choice if i wanted to stay where I was or go to a new elite unit and I chose the elite unit,"

"Thats sounds cool but also like it hurt,"

Jay laughed. "Yeah it did. But your turn, what made you go into medicine?"

You sighed. "My dad died when I was younger and we were in the hospital probably over 50 times from the time I was 10 to 11 and saw how hard they tried to save my dad. I also saw a lot of doctors working their magic and save a lot of people's lives. I couldn't save my dad because I didn't know how to and so I decided that I would help others by learning medicine and becoming a doctor,"

"Oh I'm sorry for your lost. What did he die of?"

"A rare disease that only 1% of the population gets so they had no cure or no idea how to treat it,"

"Oh I'm so sorry,"

"It was a long time ago. He wouldn't want me to be sad over it,"

You and Jay had spent the next 2 hours talking about everything big and small. He was now walking to you to your door. "Im resisting the urge to kiss you right now,"

You looked at Jay. "Don't resist it,"

He smiled and kissed you.

----

"I swear Jay, if I had to keep looking for more clues, Im gonna-"

You cut yourself off. You were leaving a voicemail on Jay's phone because today was your one year anniversary and he decided to make a scavenger hunt of all your past dates and things memorable to your relationship. It was cute at first but this hunt had like fifty parts to it. You just wanted to kiss and hug your boyfriend at this time.

You put your phone down and smiled. There was Jay in the middle of a beautifully lit clearing on one knee. You walked up to him and he started. "Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, Ive known you were the one since the first day I met you. You are the only person that makes me feel like I can breathe in this crazy world. Youre the first thing I think of when I wake up and youre the last thing I think of when I go to sleep. You're everything. Will you do me a favor and accept my last name and marry me?"

You nodded yes, not trusting your voice. Jay slides the ring on your finger.

#chicago pd #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x imagine #one chicago

[ajokeformur-ray]

So... since you are now writing for the joker (2019), can I get an imagine (or headcanon, both sfw and nsfw) with Arthur? It can be whatever you feel like writing! Thank you!

Cuddles are a cure all for insomnia // fluff

Summary: Insomnia may have its grip on Arthur, but so do you. Your hold on him is stronger, kinder, more loving and more giving. It’s only inevitable that your force is the one that he eventually succumbs to.

A/N: It was hard to write this because the softness of the GIF was distracting me skskskkkk what an angel.

Swearing and mentions of insomnia in this, loves.

Word count: 1, 351

The hour was late and you were, to put it mildly, exhausted.

Arthur was in the kitchen doing the dishes. You could almost hear the look of concentration on his face, so focused was he on being quiet. He thought that you were asleep, and you almost had been, but then with a weary sigh which brought untold truths of his mental state into the light had Arthur slipped out from underneath you, taking a tender moment to tuck you back in, and then padded into the kitchen.

To do the dishes.

Past midnight.

You lay there for a few moments, thinking your next actions through. Arthur thought that you were asleep, it was obvious from the way he had tucked you in, and it was clear that he couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was such a bitch. You hadn’t gone to sleep yet, and you were tired. You had slept last night; Arthur hadn’t. You had a day off tomorrow. Arthur didn’t.

The choice had already been made for you.

With concern and love behind your every action did you get out of bed, only briefly mourning the loss of those warm sheets, which smelled of cigarettes and vanilla air freshener; a poor but appreciated attempt to disguise the fact that he smoked in bed sometimes. 

You found Arthur clutching the counter top with his hands, his head bowed and his shoulders hunched inwards. His eyes were closed and you could feel his soul deep exhaustion coming off him in waves.

“Arthur.” You came around to his side so that he could see your every move - as exhausted as he was, having not slept for what was now the second night in a row, logic would be far from his tired mind - and reached out to lay a hand on his upper arm. You stopped just before you touched him, though, not wanting to force anything on him.

Nights like this came with an instruction manual that was known only to you. It existed only within your mind; Arthur didn’t know just how hard you tried to help him, and that was the way it was going to stay, for you didn’t ever want to make him feel like he was a burden to you.

“Hey,” His strong, dark brows creased in the middle. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. I wasn’t sleeping.” I can’t. Not without you.

Arthur read your thoughts within your deep eyes, so well did he know you. He called you his open book for a reason, if only within the safe confines of his hellish mind. He smiled apologetically and moved as if to wrap you up in his arms, only to hesitate millimetres from your skin. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Just so tired.”

“I know, darling.” You didn’t. “Wanna come back to bed? Dishes can wait.”

“S’okay,” Arthur shrugged. “I was done anyway. Wasn’t much.”

It didn’t escape you that he hadn’t answered your question. You tried a different approach: your fail safe.

“Wanna watch some Murray with me? You still haven’t watched the latest epis - “

Arthur was shaking his head before you had even finished, so you cut yourself off and waited for him to speak his mind aloud. You had worked hard with Arthur to get him to the point where he felt like he could speak his mind with you, and when he felt brave enough to do so did you always make it known beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were listening.

You always made it known that with you was Arthur safe, heard, loved, seen.

“No. What you said before sounds good.”

You couldn’t help your small, triumphant smile - Arthur had chosen you over Murray. You had been chosen over Murray. 

“May I touch you, Arthur?”

On nights like this was it most important that Arthur had a choice. That he was heard and that his wants, needs and desires mattered. That he mattered. He nodded eagerly and practically shoved his hand into yours, locking your fingers between his spidery ones as, with graceful movements and a clumsy smile did he walk with you to the bedroom.

You got back into bed first, the sheets already cooling, and you shivered in the natural chill of the room. The apartment building had no central heating and the walls were poorly insulated, so at night did you most rely on one another to keep warm.

Arthur stood by your bedside for a few seconds, his brow furrowed and his fists clenched by his sides. You reached out and unclenched his fist; first one hand and then the other, before you shuffled backwards onto your side of the bed (the one furthest from the door) and patted the space you had just vacated; join me.

Even though you had presented it to Arthur like a choice, the look in your eyes said otherwise.

Exhaustion won the battle between itself and hesitation as, with a defeated sigh did Arthur get into bed. Immediately did you pull the duvet around him, pressing down against his back pointedly so that Arthur understood he was to get closer to you. He shuffled closer in small increments until the cold tip of his nose was pressed against your neck; the expanse of skin warm and inviting.

With a relieved sigh did Arthur all at once wrap his arms around you, his slender foot sliding just once over your shin. Unthinkingly did you part your lower legs just enough for him to slot his leg between yours, and you wrapped your own arms around Arthur, bending your head awkwardly to press a kiss to his forehead. 

He hummed gently and yawned hard enough for you to hear his jaw crack. With soothing up and down motions did you rub his back, feeling the individual vertebrate underneath your fingers.

“That feels nice.” Arthur’s soft yet raspy voice made you smile, and you rewarded him for his honesty with another kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering even as he pushed into them; raising his head pointedly.

He wanted more.

He lifted his head, moving to loom over you, and his green oceans met your own eyes without falter as a small smile which was reflected within his eyes graced his angelic face. Your lips met easily, like a dance as you came together without thought; so well choreographed were these moments between you, and Arthur smiled against your lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” He pecked your lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four five six. Seven. Eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen - he hummed and began to slowly and without a pattern which you could discern through the sleepy haze in your mind press kisses all over your face and neck; anywhere and everywhere he could reach did he leave minute traces of his love about your skin.

“I love you too, Arthur. More than I can say.”

“You don’t have to say it,” Arthur sighed gently, pressing one final long, deep kiss to your slightly swollen lips before he settled down, ducking his head into the crook of your neck, a hand coming to rest over the space which shielded your physical heart, “I can feel it. I can feel you.”

“Oh, honey,” Your fingers threaded into his dark curls as you tried to soothe him to sleep with your touch, your voice, your own being - you couldn’t forget your mission, no matter how much you wanted to preserve the raw beauty of the moment between you - “I love you so much.”

A sleepy hum. You quenched the thrill of excitement which threatened to bubble out from between your lips in the form of a giggle.

Arthur’s breathing deepened out and you felt his body melt into you and into the mattress, bringing your own exhaustion to the forefront of your mind before you, too, slowly and gratefully succumbed to it.

Tomorrow would bring a new set of challenges, but you had won today’s.

Arthur’s demons would always win the battle, but your love, and only yours, would win the war.

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[shifuto]

Day 2: 4th 2nd of August What’s your favourite episode and why?

episode 98

thought it would be hard to pick a favorite (because it is usually hard for me to do that and Zexal has way too many amazing episodes) but if I were to just go with the flow.. at the moment, that’s my very favorite episode. Now about the reasons why.. oh boy, buckle up, this might get a little long....

have a soft spot for insane characters and even more for good characters descending into madness, broken laughter. Characters that lose control, getting consumed by darkness/evil, corruption, completely out of their minds due to lust (in this case, power lust) and the whole non-consensual stuff too, and the writers absolutely nailed each and single one of these tropes in this episode, oh yeah, body horror and mind break too

it’s special for me because it happened to Astral, my favorite Zexal character, and it gave him a lot of depth and development you can’t see in any of the other episodes: the unknown restlessness in his mind, the feeling of betrayal, emotions hurt ー and in his case, quite literally ー and it was very interesting to see a side of him he has never showed, a side that could be easily be swayed and manipulated with simple words, when Astral was a master at words himself. It was interesting seeing him so conflicted and shocked and unable to process his own feelings because that has never happened to him

and he falls in temptation, because of how strong he got thanks to his newly acquired, unrestrained, darkness and he thanks Yuma, in a completely twisted way, making the boy feel even more troubled (since he was the one who caused that in the first place, or at least he thought he was at fault). It is also interesting how we get to see a sneak peek inside of Astral’s conscience (or heart?), where that tower-statue could represent his Ego, the wolves could represent repressed emotions or/and act as defense mechanisms and all of that is.. quite noneffective and useless against Yuma, who manages to barge in and throw himself and Astral out of the window, breaking their Zexal overlay

this was interesting because it seems like Astral is the one to control when they can form Zexal, but both can undo it ー or at least, in “special” occasions such as that ー and Dark Zexal seems to have a mind of his own, unlike all other 3 Zexal forms. After all that, Yuma doesn’t lose hope and he wants to save his friends, including Astral. Their broken bond is reborn anew, with their second Zexal form and manage to win their duel against Vector. Now it is a shame the show goes on without ever mentioning any of that again, just briefly during Yuma vs Eliphas duel, where Eliphas blames Yuma for the darkness (Chaos) in Astral’s heart. Astral gets back to his stoic, almost apathetic, self, and goes back to being but a merely helper for the protagonist (sort of)

there are a few things I disliked about this episode though, for example, the color choices for Dark Zexal. Looking at things from a westerner (and non-white) point of view, it feels very tasteless to make dark skinned characters bad (in a black = evil kind of way) and Zexal does that........ a lot... It was not so much of a problem when they were dealing with “aliens” and monsters, but they did that to Yuma (or rather, his body in Dark Zexal’s form) and that just.. irks me out a little bit. It would not be so much of a problem if they changed it slightly as in all other Zexal forms ー which have lighter skin, but it’s almost imperceptible. But, oh well, it is what it is.. and Dark Zexal is still a very cool character despite all that and it’s a shame we only got to see him once..

nonetheless, an amazing episode directed by one of my favorite Zexal animation directors, Kenichi Hara. With the right amount of tension, insanity and what a freaking amazing duel, too, and let’s not forget: a good ending and Zexal cheating by literally modifying a card in the middle of the duel LMAO

lastly, have a few headcanons about this episode which might or not make sense (but this is what you do when canon leave you with tons of plot holes and no answers): the reason why Astral got corrupted by Chaos is probably due to the fact that he set Number 96 free. If I’m not mistaken, 96 once mentioned that Astral needed him (or rather, his power) to control the Chaos is certain Numbers, and probably Chaos in general, so because he had nothing that could absorb this power inside of him, thanks to his volatile nature, Astral got overwhelmed by his own(???) Chaos derived from his bad emotions caused by Yuma’s betrayal. Since Astral eventually absorbed all Numbers, even 96, it would make sense that he would never lose control again ー which.. is not exactly fun for me ー but I like to think that, by the end of the series, after he used the Numeron Code, revived everyone and unified Astral/Barian worlds, he also did revive Don Thousand and, possibly, Number 96 (less as a monster and more as an actual individual) like what happened to Ponta and Gilag, for example, maybe..

with Number 96 out of his body, the corruption by Chaos would happen again to Astral, at least until he learns how to deal with his own feelings and emotions, which he would probably do, living around humans for long enough and learning how they do it, since those emotions are inherently human and maybe not something Astralians (and even more him, created as a weapon) know how to go on about in healthy ways, possibly

#ah yes #ygo #zexal #zexal month #shif writes #just realized the dates in the prompts are wrong but I won't really bother fixing that lol #you can just check the dates in the posts themselves

[shawnmendes-imagine]

Someone Else

When Shawn has feelings for his best friend while in a relationship with you.

Imagine

Shawn and Y/n have been dating for quite some time now. They both were fairly in love. Y/n was Shawn’s world, or so he thought. Shawn has a best friend, that’s a girl. Y/n is jealous of Hailey but she doesn’t show it.

It was a Saturday morning, Shawn and Y/n were still in bed. “I invited Hailey over today. She said she’d come around noon.” Said Shawn.

“That’s fine with me.” Replied Y/n. She was hoping she’d get to spend Saturday with only Shawn.

“I’m going to start getting ready now. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Said Shawn, as he grabbed a clean outfit to put on.

Y/n wasn’t excited for Hailey to come over. She felt jealous of their friendship. It just seemed like there was something more going on. Y/n didn’t let that get in her mind. Y/n got up and also picked up a new outfit to change in. She then met up with Shawn downstairs.

“Would you like a coffee? I thought we could wait to have lunch with Hailey.” Said Shawn as he was making himself coffee.

“Yeah, sure I’m fine with that.” Said Y/n, as she made her way to the kitchen table.

Shawn made sure to pour Y/n’s coffee in her favourite mug. He made his way to the table to join Y/n with their coffees.

They both caught up on each other’s busy week. They were enjoying each other’s company. Until the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation.

“That must be Hailey. I better go get it.” Said Shawn, getting up making his way towards the door.

“What a great way to spend a Saturday.” Y/n thought to herself.

Shawn opened the door and was greeted by Hailey.

“I’m so glad you could come over!” Said Shawn, as he pulled Hailey into a big hug.

Y/n was now making her way towards the door. She couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous when she saw how happy Hailey made Shawn.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” Asked Hailey as she hugged you next.

“I’ve been good. I’m glad you could join us for lunch.” Said Y/n, with her fakest smile.

“Thank you guys for having me. Shawn and I use to always go out for lunch. Those were the good days.” Said Hailey, as she made her way into the house.

All three of them made their way into the kitchen to decide on what to eat.

“Why don’t we make some omelettes? Remember we use to love making omelettes together.” Said Hailey, reminiscing her friendship with Shawn.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good. Y/n would you mind cracking the eggs and beating them? I have to show Hailey my brand new guitar.” Shawn says, giving you the puppy eyes that you couldn’t say no to.

“Of course, anything for you.” Y/n said. You were a bit bumped that you had to make the omelettes on your own.

“Thank you so much! I promise we’ll be quick.” Shawn says, as he takes Hailey into his studio.

You start by gathering all your ingredients. You then crack some eggs into a bowl, proceeding to beat them with a whisk. You also added some tomatoes, cilantro, onions, and some spices to make the omelettes less bland.

You add the mixture into a pan and start cooking the omelettes. By the time you were done, you could hear Hailey and Shawn coming back into the kitchen. They couldn’t stop laughing at some dumb joke Shawn told.

“Your guitar was beautiful. I can’t wait to see you perform with it.” Hailey said as she giggled.

“Oh look Y/n is done with the omelettes! Thank you so much again. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” Said Shawn, as he grabbed the omelettes bringing them to the kitchen table.

“Omg Y/n they look so good! I can’t wait to try one.” Said Hailey. You didn’t know if she actually meant that or was just saying that for Shawn.

All three of you sit at the kitchen table, putting an omelette on your plate. You guys start to eat. You stayed quiet most of the time, while Hailey and Shawn did all the talking.

“Hailey your face is starting to swell up. Are you okay?” Asked shawn, as he started to freak out.

“Was there tomatoes in this omelette? I’m allergic to tomatoes!” Hailey says, as she gets up running to a mirror.

“I did add a few tomatoes. I didn’t know about your allergy.” You say, running towards Hailey.

“Shawn get my epi pen from my purse!” Yelled Hailey.

Shawn quickly ran to her purse and pulled out her epi pen. Hailey quickly took it and jabbed the pen into her thigh.

“I need to get to the ER, I don’t know what could happen!” Said Hailey, rushing to her shoes on.

“I’ll drive you. Get in the car.” Said Shawn, as he pushed past you.

You felt bad. You didn’t mean for this to happen. It just happened in a blink of an eye.

“I’ll come with you.” You said quickly.

“No you stay here. You’ve done enough damage.” Said Shawn in a harsh tone.

You were a bit taken back. But you know he was just stressed out.

Shawn took Hailey to the hospital while you sat stressing on the couch. You texted Shawn asking how Hailey was doing but he wasn’t replying.

At the hospital, Hailey was doing fine. Shawn hasn’t left her side once. It was almost as if they were together instead of Shawn and Y/n.

“Hailey is doing great. It’s good that you brought her in when you did. God knows what could’ve happened. Hailey, you have a wonderful boyfriend.” Said the doctor, as he came in to check up on Hailey.

“Oh he’s not my boyfriend. Just a really good friend.” Replied Hailey, looking down to her hands.

Hailey always felt something with Shawn but she didn’t want to ruin Shawn and Y/n’s relationship.

“Well you’re lucky to have a good friend. I’ll come back in an hour to check up on you again.” Said the doctor, as he exited the room.

“Well um I think I should head home and check up on how Y/n is doing.” Said Shawn, as he awkwardly got up.

“Tell Y/n that this wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know. Please don’t be harsh on her.” Said Hailey, as she hugged Shawn goodbye.

“I’ll try. Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Shawn said as he left.

Shawn couldn’t explain how he felt. He was starting to catch feelings for Hailey. He didn’t know how to tell Y/n without breaking her heart.

Shawn made his way home. When he entered his house, it didn’t feel the same. As if the love in this house was slowly slipping away.

He entered his and Y/n’s shared room. Y/n was reading a book trying to distract her mind.

“I’m glad you’re back. How’s Hailey doing?” Asked Y/n.

“Hailey’s doing great. She said knows you didn’t mean to put tomatoes in her food.” Said Shawn, without looking at Y/n.

Y/n was relieved that Hailey was okay. But she knew something else was on Shawn’s mind.

“Shawn what’s wrong?” Asked Y/n as she got a bit worried.

“I can’t tell you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Shawn didn’t know what to do anymore or what he wanted.

“You can tell me anything. I’m always there for you.” Y/n was getting worried.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say, there’s someone else.” Shawn said. He regretted looking into Y/n’s.

Y/n was lost of words. She didn’t know what to say or feel. She was hurt. There were now tears running down her face.

“H-how do you know, if you can really be sure?” Questioned Y/n with her voice cracking.

“I just know. I’m so sorry. I should leave.” Shawn said ask he made his way to the bedroom door.

“Is it Hailey?” Y/n whispered, not sure if Shawn even heard her.

“Yes.” Said Shawn, as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

With that simple three letter word, Y/n felt her whole world come crumbling down.

Shawn left behind everything he had. He left behind what he thought was the love of his life. The girl that was madly in love with him was now heartbroken. Was it all worth it?

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