#i was able to see my doctor and yeah she told me to lay off the art and to wear a wrist splint

[thunderc1an]

a jayfeather drawing I did a couple of weeks ago that I forgot to post

#warriors #warrior cats #wc #thunderclan #jayfeather #I'm 99% sure I have not posted this yet #tw eyestrain #eyestrain #wanted to give a smidge of context to what's going on irl for me #because of the fact that i took on a lot of coms #and was basically drawing nonstop #in short I kinda messed up my hand #so i've been drawing in very small amounts to finish up my coms #i was able to see my doctor and yeah she told me to lay off the art and to wear a wrist splint #rn it just hurts horrendously to draw/write/etc #so I'm gonna be taking an art hiatus for the time being #cuz my dr said that at this rate I could get carpal tunnel at a young age #other than that! I'm good! <:) remaining extra positive #hope u guys have a wonderful rest of ur day #sorry for all the tags hahahaha #it just feels weird to make a long post or something haha

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward. 

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded. 

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm. 

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight. 

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised. 

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms. 

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area. 

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral. 

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must  have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up. 

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins. 

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?” 

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in. 

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said. 

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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[bteezxyewriter12]

How I See You/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- Angst, marking, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary sex, love making, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Two days later

Yoongi POV

Standing in front of her apartment door, I breathe in then ring the bell, hoping she won't slam the door in my face when she sees it's me

She should

I let her get hurt, I let Mia scream at her, say those things to her, threaten her

I didn't check to see if she was ok

I know she was bleeding but I didn't do anything but hold Mia back

I let her get in her car and drive away, not knowing if she was in any condition to drive

I'm a horrible person

So if she tells me to fuck off, I deserve it

The lock turning takes me out of my thoughts and I hold my breath, so scared

The door opens and she's there, looking at me in bewilderment

"Yoongi?", she asks, sticking her head out and looking in the hallway, "Is uh...is Mia here?"

I shake my head, whispering, "No Jo"

I'm trying hard not to break down as I look at her

Her left eye is black and blue and she has a huge bandage on her right temple

This is my fault

She was hurt because of me

Because I just left her that night we were together, because I avoided her calls, her texts

If I just answered her she wouldn't have come to my house and she wouldn't be hurt

"Uh Yoongi? What...uh...do you need something?"

"Can I come in?", I ask

Hesitation fills her face, "I uh...I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want Mia coming after me. I'm not really able to fight right now"

I shake my head, "I'm not with Mia anymore"

"Huh?"

"I broke up with Mia. She'll never hurt you again. I swear"

She blinks, "You broke up...why?"

"I..I can explain. Can I come in?", I ask again

"Uh, yeah, ok", she nods, stepping back, letting me in

She closes the door then I follow her to the couch where it looks like she was laying with the blankets and pillows

She sits, turning the TV off as I sit next to her

"Vegging on the couch?", I ask

"Oh yeah", she nods, "I wasn't feeling too good after Mia...I went to the doctor. He told me I had a mild concussion and I should rest for a few days"

"A concussion?", I gasp

She was hurt worse than I thought

"Just a baby one. It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Just need to take Tylenol for the headache, keep the lights dim", she says, looking anywhere but at me, "And I get a few days off of work so that's always a plus"

"I'm sorry", I whisper, hating myself for letting her get hurt

She's my best friend, I've always kept her safe and I failed her

"It's not your fault Yoongi"

"Yes-"

"No, it's really not. You couldn't have known that Mia would hit me. Or that I'd fall down the stairs. You didn't even know I was coming", she insists, "It's not your fault and I don't blame you so don't blame yourself"

"I don't think I can not blame myself", I tell her

"Well...stop it", she says

"I'll try"

She nods, an awkward silence that was never between us before rising

"So uh....you broke up with Mia?", she asks

"Yes"

"Why?"

"She hurt you Jo. She hit you, she yelled at you, called you horrible names", I say in surprise, "She threatened you to keep you away from me"

She couldn't think I would stay with someone like that

With someone who hurt her?

"Yeah but...you...you didn't say anything", she says quietly, "You didn't tell her to stop or argue with her. I assumed you.... agreed with her"

I look at her, horrified that she thinks I would actually agree with her staying away from me

"No Jo! Of course I didn't agree with her!", I say adamantly, "Everything was happening so fast and I was trying to make sure she couldn't get around me to get to you. When I turned around, you were running away"

She shakes her head, "Ok but that's something that you could of forgiven her for. After all you did cheat on her, she was hurt and she just reacted. I can say I wouldn't have flown off the handle either"

"You would never hit someone", I point out

She shrugs, "I'm not a fighter"

Yeah she is, just not in the physical way

"So that's it? You didn't even talk to her about what she did? You didn't try to make it work?"

I take a breath, psyching myself up to tell her the real reason why I broke up with Mia

"Jo, what happened with Mia...her hitting you...that was just the last reason I broke up with her", I tell her, "The truth is when you came to my house, I had already broken up with her. That day"

"Wait what? Really?"

I nod, "About an hour before you showed up, I told her about me and you. That we slept together. And that it wasn't working out with me and her, that I didn't want to be with her and we should break up. She was screaming at me for forty five minutes when you came"

She looks at me so confused, "Uh ok. I still don't get it though. Why were you breaking up with her at all? You didn't tell her you cheated on her all this time so why tell her at all? And from what she was yelling at me, it seems like she was going to forgive you and stay with you"

She was but I didn't want that

It was over a long time ago with Mia

Her flirting was getting to me and I tolerated it for as long as I could

She convinced me that she was as good as I would ever get, it was just flirting and if I complained about it she would do it more

That's not what a relationship should be

And that night with my best friend opened my eyes

"She would have forgiven me, if I wanted to stay with her"

"So why didn't you?", she asks

Facing her, her beautiful dark brown eyes lock on mine and I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers

Fire races in every nerve in my body, the world falling away until it's just her

Just like it did the first time I kissed her

She kisses me back for a second before pulling away, shock in her eyes

"I broke up with her because I want you", I confess, "I love you"

Her eyes widen as her mouth parts slightly in surprise, "What?"

"I...I don't know Jo, it's like that one night just opened my eyes", I tell her, "I had...been feeling....jealous, I guess, of the guys you went out with. And the day Hongjoong came to the bar with us? I was so annoyed he was there. I was infuriated every time I thought about you sleeping with him that night because I knew you were going to. I didn't even care that Mia was flirting with him"

"I...what?", she says, her mouth hanging open and it's so fucking cute

A cute little fish

"I convinced myself I was angry about you sleeping with him because he was your ex and I didn't want him to hurt you"

"That...wasn't the reason?"

I shake my head, "No. After we...I knew it was because I had feelings for you. Because I'm in love with you"

She gapes at me, "But you stayed away from me for over a month! You ignored all my calls, all my texts. I thought you wanted to end our friendship"

I shake my head, "I...I was scared ok? That night with you....it was the best night I ever had. The things you said about me...the way I just wanted you the entire time...the way you wanted me, it freaked me out. I didn't know if you really felt anything for me and I wasn't sure if I should take the risk to see if you did. I didn't want to mess up our friendship. The entire time I was away from you, I was trying to figure out what to do"

"I...I had no idea. I thought you regretted it", she says softly

"Never. I never did. I was just-"

"Freaking out?", she says, smiling softly

I nod, "Yeah. But I missed you so much, I just wanted to be near you and I couldn't deny it or try to talk myself out of it anymore. I called Mia to come over and I broke up with her. You coming over that day was pure fucking coincidence"

I couldn't believe it when the door opened and she was there

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me

Until Mia hit her and I saw her fall

Then I realized that she was really there and I had to keep Mia from hurting her more

"I knew you were hurt Jo and I wanted to come here right away but I was worried you blamed me. I didn't know if you wanted to see me or not, so I decided to give you a few days", I explain, "But I'm going crazy without you. I was so stupid, so blind, I didn't see that my perfect girl was right in front of my face"

"Perfect?", she whispers, blushing

I nod, "Perfect. You're perfect Jo. Everything I could ever want in a girl and so much more. More than I deserve"

She shakes her head, "You deserve everything Yoongi. You're worth everything and anything. I told you that"

I nod

She did

That and so many more things I didn't think anyone saw in me

But she does

Taking her hand, I hold on tightly, "Jo, if you let me, I swear I will never let you get hurt again. I swear I will protect you. I swear I'll show you everyday how much I love you. How much I want you. How much you mean to me. Because you mean everything to me"

She smiles softly, tilting her head as she looks at me, teasing me, "Yeah I think I can let you do that"

A huge smile bursts on my face as I realize she said yes

She's mine

"I love you Yoongi", she says, those words sending my heart into overdrive, "I always have and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me too. You're the only one I ever wanted"

"You have me jagi", I assure her, "All of me"

Pulling her to me, I kiss her again, happiness taking over as electricity runs up my spine

Her arms move around my neck and it feels like I'm home

Getting her in my lap, I stand up to make my way to her room

Her lips leave mine, pressing kisses into my neck, right into the spots that feel fucking amazing

I make it to her room, getting us on the bed

We fumble with our clothes, pulling them off and tossing them all over the room

I don't care what is ripped, where it lands as long as it's off her

When we're both naked, I sit up, looking down at her in awe

She is so fucking gorgeous and I don't know how I didn't see it before

How I was so fucking blind

Not only is her face stunning, her body is gorgeous and her personality is perfect

She's perfect

I run my hands on her body, my fingers tracing the sternum tattoo she has

When I first saw her naked last time, I had no idea she had tattoos too

She has none that are visible but under her clothes she has a lot

Her sternum, her ribs, her stomach, her thighs, her back

So many vibrant colors, so many lines for me to trace and kiss

And I will do that but right now I just want to be with her

She's mine now, I have so much time to study each tattoo she has

"You're so beautiful", I tell her, lifting my eyes to hers

Her cheeks redden as she looks at me shyly

I've never seen her look shy before and I fucking love it

Leaning over her, I kiss her soft sweet lips, a soft sigh coming from her

Smiling against her lips, I kiss her, then move my lips to her neck

"Yoongi", she moans when I kiss a spot in the crook of her neck, "Don't stop"

I kiss that spot, licking her skin then sucking slightly before letting go

"No, please more"

"It'll leave hickies", I tell her

Not that I would mind covering her in hickies but I don't know if she's want that

"Leave them", she says, surprising me, "Want them. Please"

I just nod, going back to sucking on her skin

I slide my hand down her body slowly, feeling her skin tremble

I like that a lot

Moving my lips to a different spot on her neck, I suck again as my hand moves to her pussy, feeling how wet she is

My god, she's soaked

"So wet for me baby", I murmur, leaving another hickie a few centimeters away from the last one, "I make you like this?"

She nods, whimpering, "Yes. Always Yoongi. It was always you. Always you"

I'm so happy to hear that and also so surprised that I didn't see her feelings for so long

Such an idiot

I could of had her all this time

I could of been happy all this time

But now I will be

Better late than never

"I love you", I whisper into her skin, now leaving hickies across her collarbone

"I love you Yoongi", she moans

God, I can never get enough of hearing that

Kissing further down her chest, I suck on her skin as I slowly push two fingers in her cunt

I feel her pussy suck my fingers in, clenching so tightly, a loud moan coming from those gorgeous lips

Kissing and sucking on the skin of her boob, I move my fingers, pulling them out then shoving them back in

"Yoongi!", she cries, her body shivering as I start finger fucking her pretty cunt

Her pussy waters my hand, making a loud wet sound as she takes my fingers

I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing quickly as I bite down on her boob

She cries out in pleasure, her hand snaking into my hair and tugging hard

Burying my fingers inside, I press hard on her spot, her body arching and shaking, calling my name loudly

"There Yoongi! Please!"

"Of course jagi. Anything for my baby"

Massaging her spot, I play with her clit at the same time, moving my mouth around her nipple and sucking softly

Her hips move, meeting my fingers, making them slide in deeper and hitting her spot with every wet thrust

Her little clit throbs under my thumb and I can't fucking wait to have it in my mouth

I've been craving her since the last time, desperately wanting to taste her again

Switching to her other nipple, I play and nibble on it, adding another finger, her hole stretching to make room

"Good girl", I murmur when she moans and her cunt clenches around my fingers so hard, "Gonna clench like that around my cock?"

"Yes!", she cries, her body shaking as she cums, squirting all over my hand, "Yes, yes, yes, Yoongi!"

I keep moving my hand through her orgasm until she finishes

Letting go of her nipple, I lift my head, satisfaction in her gaze

She lifts her head, her mouth against mine in a hot kiss, her tongue already down my throat

And I answer in kind, my tongue against hers

She holds me close to her, her fingers bunching in my hair and I can feel how much she wants me

Like I can touch her desire for me

It's something I haven't felt from anyone in a long time and I'm so grateful I'm feeling it from her

From the girl I love

Pulling gently away, I smile, kiss her cheek, then starting from her neck, I slowly lick down her body

"Fuck, Yoongi", she murmurs, her skin trembling under my tongue, her sweat tasting so good

I reach her open legs and immediately lick along her pussy so softly it's like I'm not even touching her

Her thighs quiver around my head as I run the tip of my tongue in barely there licks

"Yoongi", she whimpers, goosebumps rising on her thighs under my hands

I move my tongue along her slit, the tip opening her swollen pussy lips, tasting her juice

So good

Dropping my tongue down, I circle her hole, feeling her pussy try to pull my tongue in

Giving in, I sink my tongue inside her, moaning as she clenches hard around me, her juice rushing into my mouth

I swallow, pulling my tongue out, then moving back in slowly, feeling her cunt throb

Each pulse is going straight to my incredibly hard cock

Swiping my tongue up, I lick her clit, a loud moan escaping her, her hand plunging in my hair, holding my head on her

I get the hint and lavish her throbbing clit with lick after lick

Her hips move, grinding her pussy against my face, soaking me so much it's running down my neck

And I just revel in it, sliding my tongue down and burying my face in her pussy

"Yoongi", she cries, her back arching as I continue to pleasure her

I could literally stay in between her legs for hours

And now that she's mine I can

"Baby", I murmur, rubbing the tip of my tongue against her clit again, "Wanna taste your cream"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"Please jagi", I ask, sucking on her clit, feeling it throb against my lips, sending pleasure down my spine, "Want you to cum in my mouth"

Speeding up my mouth, I tug on her bump harder and faster, her entire body shaking on the bed

She's close and I'm so excited

Giving her a long suck, she screams my name, her hips snapping in my face as she cums

I immediately drop my tongue down, into her hole, feeling her pussy cum all over it

I moan loudly, the pulses feeling so fucking good, her sweet sweet cream filling my mouth and I swallow eagerly

"So good jagi", I moan, between swallows, "So fucking good"

When she finishes, I continue to lick her cunt, making sure I get every last drop

Then I press kiss after kiss up her body, her skin jumping against my lips

Getting to her lips, I kiss her, moving on top of her, her legs wrapping around me

I sink my aching cock into her pussy, moaning from the relief I feel, her cunt opening slightly for me to slide in then latching on tightly

"Oh god", I whimper against her lips, "So good. Fuck so good"

The pleasure of just getting inside her is intense, just washing over every inch of my body

Sitting up, I open her legs wide and watch her cunt take my cock, her tiny hole splitting open so wide as I bottom out

"Fuck, Yoongi", she whimpers

"Feels good?", I ask, my breathing increasing

"Yes, fuck yes, so good", she cries

"Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to see this pussy wrapped around my cock again", I murmur, loving how good we look together, "How much I wanted to be back inside you. Feel your kisses, your arms around me, your skin against mine. You were all I thought about this entire time we were apart"

"You were all I thought about too Yoongi. I just wanted you. I always wanted you"

Now I know

I had no idea before but now I know

And I'm completely hers

"I'm yours now jagi", I assure her, "You can have me anytime you want. I promise"

"You can have me too naekkeo", she whispers, a huge smile bursting on my face from the pet name

"I want you now jagi", I tell her

"I want you now too Yoongi"

I nod, pushing her legs to her chest, I pull my cock out of her warm pussy, then burying back inside in one shot

That one move snaps something inside me and I start moving fast and hard

She screams my name, her pussy so pretty on my cock

Her swollen pussy lips petaling open, her little clit throbbing, her cunt soaking me thoroughly

Her clenching around my cock is so tight, the bliss increasing with each thrust into her

I'm sweating so much and I push my hair back off my face

I swear I've never been as sweaty during sex as I've been with her

She just unleashes something in me, a desire for her that I've never felt before

I need her

I need to be with her

I ram my cock deep into her, making sure I hit her spot, listening to her yell for me to go harder

Which I do

The sound of our skin hitting each other gets louder the faster I move, her cunt creaming my cock like a fountain with each hit to her spot

Just coat after coat of pretty cream, a thick ring of it forming around the base of my dick

Such a fucking pretty sight that I know I'm going to want to keep seeing again and again

Everyday

"Your pussy looks so pretty creaming my cock like this", I murmur, watching her hole strain around my thick base

"Yoongi", she cries

God, her screams of my name are so fucking beautiful

I'm not used to having my name screamed

Ever

Mia never did it

And the first time Joanne screamed my name when she came, I was floored

But then she did it again

And again

And I will do anything to hear that

To hear her scream, whimper, whine, whisper my name

During sex and outside of sex

Just hearing her say my name, in her gorgeous voice, fuck I love it

I crave it

Her body arches and move my arm around her, holding her against me, ploughing her into the bed

Her eyes are watery, some tears falling down her face as she looks at me with completely fucked out eyes

I smirk, increasing my movements, feeling her cunt strangle my cock

"Cum for me jagi", I tell her, pounding her tiny pussy, splitting her on my dick, "Want to feel you fall apart on my cock again"

She whimpers, her fingers twisting in the sheets so hard, her body quaking with each thrust

"God baby, I crave it", I egg her on, "The whole month I just wanted to feel you cum all over my cock. Squeeze my dick so tightly as you throb and completely soak me"

"Oh god, baby", she moans, so close

"Can you give it to me?", I ask, "Please, give it to me"

I want it right now

Burying deep into her, her body squirms as she cums, her pussy clamping and choking on my cock

"Yoongi!", she screams, her pussy gushing cream, utter pleasure hitting me hard

I choke back a yell, pushing back my orgasm and just feel the intense pleasure

I can't, it feels too fucking good

I feel her hands grabbing at my arms and I let go of her legs

She pulls me down on top of her, her lips crashing against mine, kissing me desperately

Her hips start moving, grinding on my cock, her small hands on my back, clinging onto me

I meet her small thrusts, slipping in deeper, loving the way she takes my cock so easily

Her hands slide slowly up and down my back as we move together, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in every single molecule of my body

I run my hand up her body, her skin trembling under each of my fingertips

I move my kisses to her neck, loving the soft moans coming from her

Lifting my head, I watch her in pleasure, watching the way her body shakes for me, the light sheen of sweat on her body, her hair wet with it

She's so fucking beautiful, so ethereal, like an angel

She is

My angel

"So beautiful", I tell her, her eyes moving to mine, "You're so beautiful Jo. My beautiful jagi"

She smiles her gorgeous smile, my heart racing, the breath leaving my lungs

"I love you Yoongi"

"I love you Joanne. So fucking much"

She nods, "So much naekkeo"

She kisses me passionately, her hands moving around my neck, her fingers burying in my hair

As I kiss her, I move up a little, my arm sliding around her, pulling her up with me, keeping her right against me, skin against skin, my lips and tongue locked onto hers

I slam my other hand on the bed, holding us up as I roll my hips slowly, burying my cock inside her again and again

I can feel every inch of her pussy open for me, feel every drop of cream on my cock, feel every suck of my cock as she tugs me inside, every spasm

I feel every move her fingers make in my hair, every press of her lips, her tongue against mine, every bead of sweat mixing with mine

All my senses are tuned into her

After a few more strokes, she orgasms, her pussy fluttering around my dick, utterly wetting me

"Yoongi", she whimpers, leaning her forehead against mine, her breath against my lips

I let the ecstacy run over me and I bury inside her, my cock throbbing as I release in her pussy

"Joanne", I whimper, the pleasure so fucking phenomenal, I can't stop the shaking my body is doing, "Jagi, fuck, so good"

"Mmm so good", she confirms, then presses a soft kiss to my lips

I kiss her back as I finish, just wanting her lips, her body against mine

Pulling out, we lay down, cuddling into each other, kissing as if we're never going to stop

And the best part?

We don't

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One month later

J POV

"I'll get the drinks naekkeo", I tell him

"You sure? I can do it", he says

"Oh stop baby", I say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, "I'll be right back"

"Ok jagi", he grins at me

Kissing his soft lips again, I get up and make my way to the bar

Yoongi and I decided to go out tonight, to the same bar we came to with Hongjoong and Mia

This place had bad memories with Mia's flirting and Yoongi's jealousy of Hongjoong and we decided to come here together to make happier memories

It's working as we're having a really good time

Just hanging out in a booth, sipping drinks, snacking and being together

I get to the bar and order our drinks

Yoongi and I have gone from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend seamlessly

After all we're basically doing the same things we've done before except now we're together all the time and we've added kisses, cuddles and hand holding

And sex

Lots and lots of sex

I'm watching the bartender make Yoongi's drink when I hear, "Hey", next to me

I turn to find the man who was flirting with Mia next to me

Jae

Grinning a stupid goofy smile

I roll my eyes, then look away from him

"I know you", he says, "You're the girl who told me to fuck off when I was flirting with that girl who had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh", I snap

"For the record, I didn't know she had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh"

This bartender needs to hurry up

"So-"

"No thanks", I answer

"Uh what?"

"Whatever you're going to say the answer is no. So you can go"

"Oh playing hard to get huh?", he smirks

He actually smirks and it takes everything in me not to smack him

I don't need a lawsuit

"No-"

"Let me buy you a drink and I'm sure I can change your mind"

Ok, now I'm done

"Do you see that man over there", I ask him, pointing to Yoongi, who's glaring at Jae

"The guy with all the tattoos?"

"Yeah him"

"I see him. So what?", Jae says

"That man is going to kick your ass after I finish doing it first"

Jae raises his eyebrows in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my boyfriend and he will not hesitate to kick the shit out of you so I suggest you fuck right off"

He scowls, "You don't have to be such a jerk"

I scoff, "You should learn to take a fucking hint. Or you know, listen when a girl tells you to fuck off. Otherwise you'll get your ass handed to you"

"Wow, tell that guy my condolences for having you as a girlfriend", he snaps

"Yeah yeah, fuck off already"

He scowls, then walks to the other side of the bar

The bartender hands me my drinks and I take them back to her table

"Who was that?", Yoongi asks quietly as I hand him his drink

"Some loser who wouldn't take no for an answer until I told him my boyfriend was going to kick his ass"

His eyes widen in surprise but then he chuckles, "You didn't"

"Oh I did naekkeo. You saw me pointing you out and I told him you'd kick the shit out for him. After I was done doing that too"

"Of course jagi", he laughs

His arm moves around me and I lean against him, so happy to be in his arms

"You know I'd do it", he says softly as I take a sip of my drink

"Hmm? Do what?", I ask, looking at him to find his eyes already on me

"I'd fight anyone for you jagi", he tells me, "Anyone who tries to take you from me.... I'd kick their ass with no questions asked"

"You don't have to worry about that baby", I assure him, "I would never choose anyone over you"

"I know jagi but if someone tried....I just...I can't lose you. I never did anything when it was Mia and that's because I didn't feel anything for her like I do for you. You....I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything Jo and I will fight anyone who tries to hurt you or tries to take you"

I smile, happy that he loves me as much as I love him

"I understand baby", I tell him, "And just know, I'd do the same. Any girl who tries to take you...I'm gonna knock them out"

He laughs, "Ok baby. But you don't have to worry about that either. I don't care about any other girls. I only want you"

"That's good", I smile

He smiles his gorgeous smile, my heart pounding faster

He's so fucking hot, anything he does turns me on

Like right now he's just sipping his drink and I want him

Making up for lost time I guess

"C'mon naekkeo", I whisper in his ear, running my fingers in his soft hair, "Finish your drink so we can go home and I can fuck you"

His eyes widen, he downs his drink and smirks, "Done"

I giggle, "Oh baby boy wants to be ridden huh?"

"You have no idea", he murmurs, "Get up now"

"Yes sir", I smirk, standing and taking his hand

He gets up and ushers me out of the bar and to the car

Once we're in the car, he takes my hand, laces our fingers and starts driving home

#bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #bts suga fanfic #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #suga smut #bts suga smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

[babydollmarauders]

i absolutely love the el!hughes series. What about a blurb of them telling ellen and jim, luke and quinn and the team?

i got very carried away with this one. it’s not even a blurb anymore, it’s a fic 😭

*

it’s been a week since Jack and i found out i’m pregnant, and Jack has been itching to tell everyone.

i was able to hold him off until i could make it in to a doctor and get an ultrasound done, just in case the tests were wrong. but that happened yesterday and our results confirmed what we already knew. i’m pregnant.

now, Jack has spent the past twenty minutes just staring at the ultrasound pictures while i get ready for the day. i can hear the guys all yelling around the house, Ellen scolding them to be quieter.

my thoughts spiral as i think about how everyone will react when we tell them.

“hey. where’s your head at, pretty girl?” my eyes shift in the mirror to look at Jack’s reflection. he lays in the bed, sitting up against the headboard with the ultrasound pictures clutched in his hand, but rather than the pictures, he now looks at me through the mirror.

“are they gonna be mad?” i whisper, my hand coming down to lay on my stomach, already feeling protective over my unborn child. i obviously haven’t started showing yet, but it’s insane to me to think that someday soon, i’ll have a baby bump there.

“is who gonna be mad, baby?” he stands from the bed, pacing around it to reach me. he steps behind me, his hands flexing along the sides of my waist.

“your parents. your brothers. everyone.” i mumble, slightly embarrassed over my insecurities. “i mean, your parents didn’t even have Quinn until they were in their thirties; are they gonna look down upon us for having a baby when we’re so young? we’re not even married yet.”

“hey.” he coos, using his grip on my waist to twist me around. my gaze settles on my feet, afraid to face him. “look at me.”

i lift my eyes to look in his, the blue instantly easing some of my anxiety.

“they’re not gonna look down upon us. we’re young, sure, but plenty of people start families at our age. or even younger.” he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, smiling down at me now. “besides, the marriage argument is kinda moot seeing as we only have five days until you become Mrs.Hughes.”

my face heats at the reminder. the idea of vowing to love him until death do us part only seems more exciting in this moment. i’ve waited for this moment for three years, and before that, i could only fantasize about dating my best friend. and now here i am, five days away from our wedding day. if someone told fourteen year old y/n that she would be marrying her hot hockey player best friend, i surely would’ve thought they were insane.

“they love you, and they love how happy you make me. even if they aren’t too supportive at first, once they see how happy i am about this, i promise they’ll be even more excited for it than we are.”

“did you just call our baby an ‘it’?” i laugh, lightly smacking at his chest.

“well, we don’t know the gender yet! i don’t wanna assume!” he replies, pulling me flush against his body. “you feeling better now?”

“yeah, i think so.” i admit. i crane my neck, pulling him into a soft and slow kiss. applying all my love into this kiss. pulling away, i brush my hand against his cheek. “let’s go tell them, yeah?”

“really?!” his eyes light up in excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pulls back to properly look at my face.

“yeah, babe. let’s tell them we’re having a baby.”

it’s no more than five minutes later that Jack and i stand in front of the living room couch. having successfully kicked Trevor and Cole, who were cuddling, off of it in order to seat Jack’s family. Trevor, Cole, Alex, and a couple of Quinn and Luke’s friends who are in town, stand behind the couch.

“you guys aren’t calling off the wedding are you?” Ellen’s voice is frantic.

“Hughesy, if you let that woman go, i will single handedly kick your ass.” Trevor raises an eyebrow at my fiancé, making me laugh. i blow a kiss to my closest friend since high school, after Jack.

“what? no! we’re not calling off the wedding.” Jack rolls his eyes, smacking my still outstretched hand away from my lips. he glances over at me and i steel my nerves, giving him a single nod.

“y/n is pregnant.”

the room is silent for a moment and i’m forced to scan people’s facial expressions for reactions; Jim and Ellen are stoically blinking at us, Quinn wears a smirk while Luke wears a slight frown, Trevor and Cole grin from ear to ear, and Alex smiles softly at us.

i clutch Jack’s hand in mine in order to ease my nerves.

“does anyone have anything to say?” i mumble. sensing my feelings, Jack turns his head and presses a kiss to the top of mine.

“i- um-” Ellen stumbles over her words.

“are you guys happy about it?” Jim cuts in, which makes Jack smile, nodding his head.

“yeah, we’re really happy.” he tells his father.

“scared! but happy.” i confess.

“then we’re happy for you!” Ellen cheers, standing to pull us into a hug. “oh, my baby is gonna have a baby!”

her reaction causes me to let out a deep exhale, letting the stress leave my body.

Jim hugs us next, bidding us a congratulations before Quinn swoops in.

“congrats, guys! and thank you!” Jack and i exchange a look, our faces scrunched in confusion.

“thanks! but what are you thanking us for?” Jack questions.

“because Luke and i made a bet on when you’d announce it. i said before the wedding, he said after. i won!” my eyes widen at Quinn’s words.

“what do you mean, when we’d announce it?” i ask him.

“when did you guys find out?” Jack chimes in.

“well we didn’t know know. we just googled y/n’s symptoms and pregnancy was the first result that came up.”

“you two couldn’t have waited a week?” Luke calls as he walks over to us, followed by Trevor, Cole, and Alex.

“i could barely get your brother to wait the week that we did wait. i don’t think he would’ve been able to handle another one!” i joke, patting Jack’s chest lovingly. the guys all laugh and Trevor throws an arm around Jack’s shoulders.

“congratulations bro! you’re gonna be a dad!” Trevor cheers, patting Jack’s chest a bit rougher than i just did.

“hey! i’m here too! ya know, the woman with the human growing inside of her!” i laugh and Trevor drops his arm from Jack’s shoulders, instead opting to pull me into his arms and pick me up in a hug.

“congratulations, y/n/n! hope you don’t get sick too much.” he tells me as he sets me down. at the mention of getting sick, i start to feel slightly nauseous.

“oh, you asshole!” i look towards the ceiling, swallowing and willing it away as Jack starts rubbing my back. the other guys all tell us their variations of ‘congratulations’ and ‘happy for you’ as we take a seat on the couch.

*

telling Jack’s family was the nerve-wracking announcement, but now Jack and i are back in New Jersey for training and we’ve decided to tell the team.

most of them were there for our wedding over the summer, but we opted to wait to tell them until a little later when the entire team could be together. besides, i know the other WAGS will want to throw me a baby shower, and our gender reveal is extremely soon.

“you ready?” Jack asks as we stop in front of the tunnel of the practice rink. the day just ended for them, but everyone is still out skating laps and talking with one another, making this the perfect opportunity for us to tell them all.

“yeah.” i shrug. “i’m not nearly as nervous for this as i was for telling your parents. besides, at least one person in there already knows.”

i point to Luke who stands on the ice watching us.

“you’re being weird!” i call out to him, causing a laugh to bubble up his throat.

Jack takes my hand, pulling me onto the ice. i shuffle behind him, not wearing skates.

“hey, y/n/n!” Nico cheers, grabbing my other hand to help me across the ice.

“hi neeks, thank you!”

“whatcha doing here?” Dawson asks.

“actually, we have an announcement to make.” i tell them, speaking just loud enough for all the guys to grow quiet, turning to look at Jack and i.

“oh Hughesy, don’t tell us you’re retiring already.” someone groans.

“what? i’m not even twenty-five, dude.” Jack scrunches his face in confusion, looking around the rink.

“no, no one’s retiring. or at least, not Jack.” i laugh. “i’m pregnant!”

it’s silent for barely two seconds before the entire practice rink erupts in cheers. the guys are quick to skate over, piling into a group hug around us as if we just scored a hat trick.

Jack’s hands grip my hips, making sure i stay upright on the ice.

“congratulations you two!” “congrats!” “happy for you guys!”

a chorus of different congratulations of every kind is thrown at us from all different directions.

“wow you really wasted no time during that honeymoon, huh?” Bratt jokes.

“actually, they wasted no time before that.” Luke pipes up. “they found out two weeks before the wedding.”

“and you waited until now to tell us?!”

#el!hughes au #ask faithlynn ✨ #jack hughes x reader

[maltmealo]

Chapter 15: creature

"I envy you."

"What? Why? My life sucks."

"Your life sucks, but you can still see through the pain, And I envy you for that."

“Miss! Please stop running off like that!” he said, running after the laughing woman, ducking and weaving through the crowd.

“Why wouldn’t I run, this place is incredible!” she laughs, leaning over one of the rails that blocked her from falling off.

The man quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her away as a transportation car flew by.

“Miss, I told you not to do that.” he chastises as he yanks her out of the crowd.

He spoke more but you could hear nothing, a voiceless mouth opening and closing without purpose.

“But that’s boring! I don’t want to sit around in some stupid chair, I want to go places!” she scoffs, tearing her arm out of his grasp as he rolls his eyes.

“It is your birthright- your destiny. You need to.” the man stammers, grasping her wrist again as he pulls her towards the gleaming palace.

“She does not need to do anything.” A man in armor steps out in front of the two, the once shiny black metal coated in rust and blood, ancient and unyielding steely gaze meeting the offender, “let her go.”

“You-” the man says, backing off as he lets go of the woman, a look of fear on his face, “You are not supposed to be here.”

“I am wherever I wish to be.”

You wake up with a gasp, a thin sheen of cold sweat covering your body as you sit up, your surroundings coming back to you in a dizzying blur. You’re met with the bright cyan of Ratchet’s optics, a worried look on the giant doctor’s face.

“Are you okay?” A gruff voice asks from beside you, Ratchet looking down at you like a steel sun cascading nothing but blue light.

“Yeah, bad dream,” You say as you pull a blanket around your shoulders, shuddering at the cold sterile air surrounding you. It wasn’t hospital sterile, that would have been better than this, it was nothing, just cold air biting and cracking the inside of your nose.

“A nightmare?”

“How do you know that?” You ask, furrowing your brow as he mentions that, “I thought-”

“Arcee told me, I heard they can be quite…” He trails off, frowning, “vivid.”

Vivid was an understatement, vivid was an understatement for all the bullshit you’ve been put through because you decided to walk home once. The crash wasn’t scary, the fall was, waking up to a giant who wanted to crush you was, not being able to see the only human that interacted with you consistently was, but the crash wasn’t because technically it wasn’t a crash.

It was everything but a crash.

A crash would have been that night, the truck barreling towards you as the man grins, it was inhuman, flat teeth spread wide as the oddly blue eyes stare you down. A jack-o-lantern was a bad description, it was worse than the fear you felt as a kid when your parents let you go up to your first house alone, the eerie decorations seemed too real for your eight-year-old mind, and the glowing orange grins turned demonic.

But that was worse.

But this dream, nothing was inherently scary about it, but it made your heart race, and your mind grew fuzzy as your legs screamed at you to run away.

“Yeah… a nightmare.” You nod in agreement, not really sure what to think about the faceless dream people.

Now that you think about it, their whole bodies were blurry, like memories you couldn’t quite catch between your fingers, the faceless people you swore you’d met once but can’t remember for the life of you.

He nods, turning back to the monitor as he focuses on whatever is displayed on the screen.

You lay back down as the silence draws your mind to home, where your family was waiting. They must have been worried, your friends must have been worried. You missed home, the smells, the sun, only having to worry about whether or not you you’d pass that stupid exam for becoming a biologist or whether or not you should drop out.

“Ratchet, who's Primus?” You ask, rolling over on your side to look up at him. Yes, him, that ancient god would have been guiding Optimus and supposedly the creator of the entire race, he certainly must be able to help you get back home, if not send you home immediately.

“Primus?” he asks, surprised by the question, turning back to look at you with a furrowed brow, “He’s our creator, some like to think of him as our god, who told you about him?”

“Optimus told me,” You say as you prop yourself up on your elbows, “If he’s your creator, then he could send me home, And stop the war! Why haven’t you guys tried to find him?”

“Because he’s been dead for eons, he gave up his life to defeat Unicron,” Ratchet said with a pained look, he ran a servo down his face before he crouched down in front of you, “unicron is the destroyer, he eats planets, he saw what Primus had created and wished to use us to fuel his own desires to destroy the universe.”

“Then how could Optimus-”

“He didn’t,” Ratchets speaks grimly, his voice low, “You cannot speak of this to anyone else, understood?”

“Why? If it isn’t Primus that he’s speaking then maybe we should figure out who is-”

“(Y/N),” Ratchet says firmly, a stern look exchanging the grim look of fear on his face, “Human and cybertronian processors aren’t so different.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, frustrated from not getting one straight answer out of him. You wanted to help! And yet Ratchet treated you like a child listening in on something they shouldn't have.

“It means that everyone on this team is under incredible stress,” Ratchet answers, eventing before he pokes your head with a finger, “Just like you, a cybertronian processor does all it can to cope with that stress including…”

“Visions from god.” You finish, the frustration fading as you understand what is truly going on.

“Yes,” Ratchet confirms, nodding as he stands back up and goes to his monitor, “You understand why you cannot tell anyone this?”

“Yeah… I get it.”

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Optimus stands at his berth, looking down at the flat dreamless surface that seemed to have been the chosen medium of his god. Primus had offered him guidance before, but now, it was fragmented, sort flashes that slipped through his servos as soon as he woke up. The final message was to protect the little human that had been tossed haphazardly in the middle of an eternal war.

He would have done it regardless of whether or not Primus had told him to, you were innocent, simply a bystander who had gotten pummeled by luck and fate, now on the constant verge of danger, death, and pain.

You had looked so… afraid when you woke up on the cold metal table, he knew you were in shock but it didn’t stop the fear from twisting the squishy faceplate, or the scream of fear that left your intake that seemed to make his spark jump.

His berth was taunting him now, laughing at him for ever believing he could recharge in peace, he had people to protect, plans to make, and someone to change. He spins his dentra clenching as he looks back at the data tablet on the table.

He had a plan, or was supposed to, he was only a mech, not Primus, not even a good prime at this point, the blood of countless autobots-his friends on his hands.

They were scattered across the universe, either floating in fragments in the void of space or in hiding from those who would have no quarrel ripping them apart and feeding them to scraplets. He needed more, more technology, more fighters, more everything.

Humans, they could help.

no, they couldn’t, they'd be decimated within a second, they were strong, ready to jump in head first without even looking to see what was waiting for them. He had seen countless species just as eager to help, just as strong willed and stubborn. Just like humans physically and mentally.

They were gone, now humans were the last of a rare breed that seemed to have a deathwish, even if they didn’t know it. You and the rest of the humans wanted to help, but he knew what happened if they did.

‘Not even enough for a cremation’ he once heard Fowler say when he looked at the remains of one of his men, only recognizable by the dog tags in the middle of the puddle.

The men were crowded around the body, some kneeling with their hands clasped together and their heads down, Fowler had told him it was a religious practice to communicate with a god. Faith was one of the many things keeping humans from giving up, some more then others but they had faith.

He had it, he knew Primus was helping him, but was he enough? Was he enough for those who had faith in him? For those who had looked up at him with reverence only for those very optics to reflect right back at him when they offlined in his arms.

And yet he felt shame for the humans, the puddles that were once somebody. He felt guilt, shame, anger, all things a leader was not supposed to show.

He felt it for you. For being thrown in the middle of this, for being put on a chair on the edge of a cliff and not being able to get out of it without falling off. And he didn’t know how to help.

You two were talking again, Ratchet was explaining something Optimus couldn’t hear and you were sitting on the pillows ever so diligently listening to the old doctor speak with a concerned look on your face.

“-But you shouldn’t worry about it, you need to rest and heal,” He catches the end of the conversation as Ratchet stands up and turns to him, a look of frustration laced with worry.

“Ratchet, (Y/N),” Optimus greets, coming up to you and nodding, “how are you feeling?”

“Good, my arm doesn’t hurt as much as yesterday,” You say back, smiling up at the big Prime, “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“That is good, I am glad you are healing,” He says, his optics darting off to the side.

He need something other then starting at information that never changed, the only thing rising were the death counts of the desperate organic species living on this planet.

“Um… Optimus?” You start, standing up off the blankets and stepping onto the cold metal catwalk, “Do you remember me asking you to teach me your language?”

“I do,” A distraction- no a new job, a refresher, “Why do you ask?”

“Can you teach me it now? I mean, if you’re not busy,” you ask, a hopeful glint in your eyes as you step a bit closer to the towering leader, “Please?”

He’s silent, he could, he wanted to, to spread the knowledge he had learned back on Iacon, but what if he was needed? What if something changed and he wasn’t there to immediately catch it?

“I will teach you,” He agrees finally, it would keep you content and busy, keeping you from getting involved and crushed anymore then you already are.

This was for you, he repeated in his helm, like a mantra as he picked you up from the pile of blankets securing you, being as careful as he could and setting you on his shoulder, the warmth and rhythmic pulsing of a spark with a song easing his own.

Yeah, definitely for you.

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Molded by cruel hands but meant to be soft

Metal and rust are the main components

It was jealousy perhaps

Creatures far below my status gaining what I could never have

Change, a chance

Soft clay against molten metal

One will harden and stay

One can change, the other will remain

“Lord Megatron,” The weasel wails as his wing is twisted, “It was an accident!”

“Accident or not, you almost cost us a way to get back to Cybertron,” he growls, tossing the seeker aside, and walking up to the sniveling second in command with a scowl, “You are lucky Breakdown managed to keep that organic alive.”

“I had that stupid wrecker in my crosshairs-” He choked as Megatron kicked him into the wall, his chassis dented and energon spilling from his intake, “I was aiming for him!”

“Enough of your lies, worm,” A word he had picked up from one of the spiteful humans Soundwave had spied on, he found it fitting for the pathetic mech before him, “Leave, before I decide to get rid of you permanently.”

The sliver seeker skitters out of the room, leaving a trail of bright blue liquid behind him, it was disgustingly pathetic, a mech with a bruised ego not fighting back.

The bridge was silent once more.

Megatron moves to the display, his energon-covered pedes leaving a trail for whatever poor Decepticon to clean up later.

“Soundwave, any further reports on the human girl?”

“Okay.” he parrots from one of your previous conversations, your voice clear from his speakers, a different voice comes over, “Healing wonderfully.”

“I doubt the Autobots will let her out of their base anytime soon,” He growls, turning to his scientist as he narrows his optics, “Have you discovered where they are located yet?”

He shakes his head.

“Fine, continue with your research then,” Megatron says, turning back to the holographic screen in front of him and putting his servos behind his back, “and don’t let Breakdown near the bridge until he gets that human’s stench off of him.”

A nod and then he turns away, leaving the brooding leader alone on the bridge in a brewing stew that had been bubbling for centuries, just now starting to boil over.

Hope

They had hope

Cynical machines meant to despair

Hopeful children covered in bruises holding flowers

One can change, the other will remain

#tfp #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #arcee x reader #bumblebee x reader #bulkhead #cliffjumper #ratchet x reader

[vodika-vibes]

Ooooohhh the plot is thickening in the Arachne AU!! Does this mean Tony decided to try and find Arachne after having confirming she was alive after all???

Also I love Dogma teasing Arachne and smiling and laughing because of her that’s just so baby 🫶

Either Tony did it, or, more likely, Tony told the Spider-Man and the Spider-Men went to Doctor Strange and said, "You better help us or we're going to make your life a living hell."

Also, yes, Dogma deserves to be happy. This is a hill I will die on.

Kashyyyk. It's awful. A terrible planet. Full of trees. And bugs. And Arachne has never been more miserable as she peers suspiciously up at the trees from behind Dogma. He grins, "They're not going to bite you, cyare." "You don't know that." She counters, as she lays her head on his shoulder. "All you have to do is investigate this portal man," Dogma says, "And then you can go back to the Resolute with the climate control." You pout at him, and he chuckles before he leans in and presses a light kiss to the tip of your nose, "Come on, pretty girl. I know you don't like it, but the sooner it gets investigated, the sooner we can go home." "Fine," ************** The Wookies weren't very helpful. Mentions about a spirit like human wandering the Shadowlands beneath their treetop homes. But the description of the man do sound like Doctor Strange. Which is...odd. "What do you think, Arachne?" Anakin asks. Arachne perches on a railing, dressed in her spider suit rather than the clothes that she had been wearing when they first arrived. "Dunno. I'll have to do some poking around." She sighs, "If I get eaten by a giant bug, I'm going to come back and haunt you." She warns Anakin. He grins, "It won't happen." Arachne sniffs once, "Fine. Then I better get to it." "Do you want to take the lift to the lower levels?" Anakin asks. "Nah." She grins at him under her mask, "I'm gonna take a leap of faith." And then she sets her hands on the railing and she pushes up and off, flipping off the railing with a shout of sheer delight. "She's insane," Rex mutters. "It's easy to be fearless when you know you can catch yourself," Dogma replies wisely, "So...what do we do until she gets back?" Anakin pauses, and shrugs." **************** Arachne falls. She falls and she falls and she falls until she's able to see the ground, and then she shoots out a web to catch herself and she swings onto a branch. "Hellooooo?" She shouts, "If there's anyone here who's not supposed to be here can you tell me now!?" There's a flash of orange light, which vanishes as quickly as it appears, and Arachne immediately follows it. "I feel like I've been in this situation before." She says outloud, "Follow the light, Arachne, what's the worst that can happen?" She follows the light for what feels like forever, but it finally comes to a stop and a tall man with a long red cape steps out of the portal. He's not solid, almost like a mirage. "What's up, Doc?" Arachne calls from a tree branch. The hologram or spirit or whatever, pauses and sighs deeply, "Hello Arachne. It's nice to see you alive." He smiles at you, warm and inviting, "You've been missed." "You're just sad that I'm not around to keep people from breaking into Sanctum Sanctorum." Arachne jokes as she jumps down to the ground, "What are you doing here, Doc? I thought you didn't mess around with Multiverse stuff." "Peter and Miles were very convincing." Stephen replies, "They miss you. They never stopped looking for you." "Aww..." She pauses, "They know I can't go back, right?" "They're bugging Tony about making a stable portal so you can come back, but it's so difficult as to be impossible. Honestly, the fact that you're stable is something of a miracle." "Maybe that's my superpower?" Arachne replies with a shrug. "Maybe so." Stephen smiles at her, "Let's talk, kid. Do you have time?" "Yeah, I can give you some time." Arachne replies with a grin as she pulls her mask off and settles on a rock.

#star wars #star wars au #Arachne AU

[cavewretch]

misdiagnoses fucking SUCK and are TRAUMATIC and i have nowhere else to TALK ABOUT IT as i process this Major Shift i’m experiencing so i’m going to put it here <3

in 2020 i was diagnosed w cirs (chronic inflammatory response syndrome) by a total shithead of a doctor who didn’t believe in covid. OBVIOUSLY i stopped going to him and i started seeing this other cirs specialist (telehealth only). she verified the cirs diagnosis and then we did the whole getting out of exposure thing. that took me a really long time to complete (DUH) bc being told you have to completely uproot your life, get rid of your belongings or at least stay away from them, and either move/do extensive renovation/live in a tent etc to escape exposure is IMPOSSIBLE to complete quickly. i have an old google doc laying out abandoned plans for living in a shed in my backyard. it took a year of a lot of my own research and advocacy til my parents renovated a part of our house for me to live closed off in. i still live there.

living in spaces where you know the air is potentially making you sick but you can’t do anything about it is traumatic and i don’t know when i’ll be able to actually fully process it bc i still don’t feel safe .

anyway. cut to like summer 2022 im still sick, i’ve gotten a Smidge better on these intensive medications and supplements for cirs and living out of this Room, but i still feel like shit and can’t drive or work and get debilitating migraines Very Often. my cirs doctor’s response is i gotta move out of my house or move to arizona or keep eliminating toxins (what toxins. she was telling me the naturally occurring things that our bodies shed were making me sick. ur insane. i’ve been in pure survival animal mode for years now) SO! in november i was like maybe i don’t even fucking have this . shoutout to my friend pointing me towards thebibliosphere on here and my physical therapist who’s an advocate for eds and was able to fr change my life lmao

fast forwarding thru finding new doctors and getting appointments now im diagnosed with eds pots & mcas (getting a bunch of blood work done but yeah mcas) and i’m like ok what do i do now? can i go open the boxes of my books and artwork and other belongings that i packed up in 2020? can i go in the rest of my house? do i have to avoid the majority of buildings bc of potential water damage? can i stop thoroughly cleaning my room of any semblance of dust every 1-2 weeks? do i have to monitor my room’s humidity levels to such a specific range?

i’m doing this like massive reframing of everything i know about myself and the world and my health all at the same time and when i’m not sitting here fully disassociated i’m going fucking CRAZY !!!!!! good GOD !!!!!!! IM SO MAD !!!!!!!!!!!

AND ! to make it all WORSE ! i get booted off my parents insurance in t minus 1 year and 3 months so i have to figure out medicaid and probably apply for disability benefits AGAIN which sucks cuz that’s such a fucking dehumanizing process

at least i have the brain space to make all these fucking ocs (i reach into my pocket and deposit a dozen pinterest boards and scribbled notes into ur hand)

#not to mention all the trauma before even getting chronically ill that i’m also processing #therapy is very busy and from an outside perspective it seems like i’m just wasting away in my room BUT #in reality i am working incredibly hard constantly and don’t even get good sleep or have a concept of time #just this nightmare limbo state of desperate loneliness and frantic self love and indignance and dedication #at my core i believe in myself and it’s keeping me alive #i hope dear reader u have shorten long posts on cuz i can’t find how to insert a read more on mobile #long post #cirs #heds #mcas #pots #chronic illness #sickie notes

[hoedamn-eron]

doctor steven grant, phd - part 6

You confront Steven over what Jake said to you, and you don't know what to do.

Warnings: Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. Steven may be a little OOC. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Angsty. Word count: 1,472 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This is actually on time, and my second shortest chapter so far, and is possibly my least favourite (I felt like my writing could have been better). This is also the second to last part of my story, Doctor Steven Grant, PhD.

Part 5 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 7

Jake’s words replayed like a broken record in your mind. You’d barely slept, wondering if he was right and if Steven didn’t think anything serious could happen with you in the long run, so it was best to end it. You’d finally nodded off around 4am, only for your alarm to go off for work a few hours later. You felt like you’d been hit by a bus.

You’d gone about your day as best as you could. You’d decided not to respond to your friend’s texts about your dinner with Steven, since she didn’t know about your interaction with Jake. Work went by quicker than you would have liked it too, and you soon found yourself stood outside Steven’s flat, knocking on his door like a robot.

And you hadn’t stopped staring at him since you walked in, only this time, it wasn’t for the usual reason of being incredibly good looking (which he was, of course). You’d been there for about an hour, and Steven had told you about what you were both having for dinner (mushroom ragu and pasta) and how he’d bought a really nice red wine to go with it. He seemed normal, and maybe you thought Jake hadn’t said anything to him about your conversation yesterday; but still, you were watching him for any odd behaviour.

He was acting normal.

“And so Sam, you know Sam?” Steven asked, motioning to the mushrooms sat on the counter as he stirred the sauce that was in the pot on the stove. “Are you able to chop those up for me, love?”

You hesitated for a moment before giving him a hum of confirmation, standing next to him as you lay the chopping board in front of you. You opened the packet of mushrooms as Steven continued his story about his student, Sam, a first-year university student who, when drunk the weekend before, had snuck into the Natural History Museum because a custodian had left a door unlocked. Sam was found sleeping under the animatronic T-Rex.

“The museum, of course, didn’t want to press charges. After all, nothing was damaged or stolen, so he got off lucky, I think.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“You all right?”

You don’t know why but the question takes you by surprise. You stop chopping the mushrooms as your eyes widen when you look at Steven, who is now looking at you with a furrowed brow, concern written on his face as he abandoned the sauce on the stove to look at you. You give him a quick nod, and a closed lipped smile. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’ve been oddly quiet.” Oh, so he had noticed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You really didn’t. You had tried not to think about Jake’s hurtful words to you, but they had been on your mind. Did Steven see a future with you? Was this evening to let you down gently, that you’d both had fun but now was the time to end it? Do you beat him to it, and end it before he can? He’d already broken your heart once, you can’t let him do it again. If he was honestly thinking about ending it, then it shouldn’t bother him if you ended it first.

Or maybe you shouldn’t take his brother seriously. Maybe Jake was just a jealous human being with no consideration for any other person other than himself. The rational side of your brain was telling you to just talk to Steven about it but you were still feeling a little bitter.

You clear your throat, trying to come across as nonchalant as you turned back to chopping the mushrooms. “I met your brother yesterday.”

Steven’s head snapped to you so quickly, you were surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. You glanced at him as you continued to keep chopping, trying to look casual despite your thoughts running a million miles an hour. Steven’s breathing was a little laboured and he had paled, his eyes wide as they stared at you. “Which one?” Steven asked, his voice nervous.

Your brow furrowed at him. “What do you mean, ‘which one’?”

Steven gulped. “I haven’t…mentioned both brothers, have I?”

“No,” you say, pausing your chopping and placing the knife down a little more forcefully than you meant to. You turned to Steven, confused, trying to keep the venom from your voice. “You haven’t mentioned two brothers.”

Steven wavered, turning to the stove quickly to turn the stove down, bringing the sauce to a simmer. You could hear the gears turning in his brain, and you knew he was trying to get his own thoughts together before talking to you. “I just…we don’t get along – “

“You keep saying that, but why are you so secretive about it?” you ask. “Like he seemed to know quite a lot about me but I knew nothing about him, I even thought it was you at first – “

“Which one did you meet?” Steven interrupted you.

“Jake!” you cried.

“Oh…bollocks.” Steven let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you desperately. “You can’t take anything he said seriously, he’s…he’s a prick, yeah? He’s just…just doing what he was doing to piss me off – “

“So you haven’t – “ you stop yourself, gritting your teeth in annoyance before carrying on. “You’re great, Steven, really, but there’s always something about you that seems a little closed off. I didn’t say anything because we were finally going out and everything was going well, but…you haven’t asked me to be your partner.”

Steven stared at you with a helpless look on his face. “Pardon?”

“Jake mentioned that our…relationship…had an ‘expiry date’ and that’s why you hadn’t asked me to be with you officially. Was he just talking out of his arse or was he telling the truth? Are you going to end it?”

Steven gawked at you, his face one of someone at a loss. What had Jake said to you? Why were he and Marc suddenly so quiet? He could understand why Jake would have an aversion to you, but Marc? Marc knew how fond he was of you, why wouldn’t Marc say anything, or stop him?

You take Steven’s silence as an answer to your question. Your eyes widened at him, your hand coming to cover your gaping mouth in shock. “Oh God.”

“No!” said Steven, his own eyes widening. “No, no, no – “

“I have to go.” You startgathering your things quickly, not being able to look at him anymore, focusing on trying to get out as quickly as you could.

“No, love, please, let me just – “

You opened his front door a little more violently than you’d intended as you turned to face him, your eyes still averted to the floor. “Please just give me some space for a few days.”

You didn’t give him the chance to reply as you turned and left, forgoing the lift to his building, and taking the stairs, trying to get out of there as quick as you can so you could have a break down by yourself. You make it to your tube station before you feeling the tears escape your eyes. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to feel some sort of grounding as you tried to hold the tears in. Nobody wants to be around the crying person on the tube.

You made it to your flat before you let yourself go. You let the sobs out, crying loudly. You could feel your heart caving in your chest, feeling silly about being in this position again. You’d fallen hard for Steven Grant and you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t put yourself forward if the other person didn’t see a future with you. You felt like everything was going so well for you, and now you were unsure about everything.

You got yourself ready for bed, intending to have an early night and self-indulge in terrible take away pizza and ice cream. You settled yourself on the couch, a mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding you as you wait for your pizza to arrive. You settled on a terrible, low budget horror film on the Syfy channel, anything to keep your mind off of romance. The horror film still didn’t stop you from crying.

Your phone was mostly quiet for the evening, and that was good enough for you. You knew your friend wouldn’t contact you until the next day, wanting to know an update on how your evening with Steven went, and although you could tell her what had happened just hours before, you could still feel your breathing hitch with a fresh batch of tears. But a text coming through close to midnight had broken you, causing you to turn your phone off.

I’m sorry.

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#moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven x reader #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant #oscar isaac #professor!steven grant x reader #professor!steven grant

[josette-park]

Sick With Affection

Summary: Josie is a busy doctor with a sister who thinks she needs to put herself out there.

Prompt: Box of AUs

Words: 1295

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“Paging Doctor Saltzman,” the intercom announces, “Doctor Josie Saltzman to the ER.”

“Guess that’s my cue,” Josie says as she sets down her folder and walks to the ER.

“Lucky you,” the reason that she has to be paged by her first and last name answers.

Working with her sister is actually pretty great. Josie had a lot of reservations about it at first, but things have been going well. They worked in different departments, so they didn’t have to see each other all the time. They were still able to see each other enough to gossip about their coworkers, though.

Josie arrives just in time and orders her team around efficiently. A car accident, three patients to treat. Josie takes the one that needs surgery herself and delegates the other patients to capable doctors.

The surgery goes well, and Josie is able to stabilize the patient. She glances at her watch as she heads out of surgery, her shift was supposed to end two hours ago. Josie gives the nurses orders on when to check on her patient and leaves for the day.

Her sister is waiting by her car, “I didn’t think you’d make it to see the sun. It’s about to set.”

Josie smiles, “I’m sorry. A patient needed surgery and-”

“You’re the best surgeon we’ve got,” Lizzie interrupts, “No point in denying it. I’m not jealous, just stay away from geriatrics. Those old folks are mine.”

Josie holds her hands up in surrender, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, let’s go.”

They had made plans to go out for supper tonight. Josie is honestly surprised Lizzie waited this long for her. Normally, she would have gone home and told Josie to pick her up when she got off.

“You were still waiting for me, I was two hours late,” Josie states as they drive.

Lizzie blushes and turns her head away, “I was running late too, you just got lucky.”

“I don’t think so,” Josie interjects, “I think it’s something else.”

Lizzie remains stubbornly quiet for as long as she can. Five seconds later she blurts out, “I’m having a workplace relationship!”

Josie has to stop herself from slamming on the brakes or crashing the car as she asks, “What? With who?”

Lizzie remains silent so Josie asks, “Is it MG? I told you he had feelings for you and it was only a matter of time before you two got together.”

“It’s Hope Mikaelson,” Lizzie says in a rush. This time, Josie pulls the car over to stare at her sister. Her sister, who clearly is losing her mind. Lizzie hates Hope Mikaelson. She always complains about her and about how Hope steals all the glory in the geriatrics ward.

“Are you joking?” Josie asks.

“No.”

“Are you on something?” Josie reaches out to feel her sister’s forehead. Lizzie certainly feels fine.

“No,” Lizzie says, offended, as she pushes her sister’s hand away, “What is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?” Josie parrots at her sister, “I thought you hated Hope.”

Lizzie sighs, “Yeah, maybe I did. Maybe I never did, I’m not totally sure. All I know is that somewhere along the line, I caught feelings for her. She likes me too, so we’re trying it out. It’s not even a real relationship, it’s a situationship.”

Josie softens at her sister’s words, “Okay, while I don’t get this total one-eighty, I trust your judgment. I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there.”

“Thank you,” Lizzie replies, “Maybe you should do the same.”

“What?” Josie asks as she pulls back onto the road and continues to drive.

Lizzie rolls her eyes, “You should start dating again. It’s been one string of relationships that barely last after the other, why Jo? First Jade, then Landon, then Finch, then Rafael, then-”

“I get it, I get it,” Josie interrupts before her sister lays out all of her failed relationships.

“All I’m saying is,” Lizzie says with a smile, “I found something somewhere I didn’t expect, just promise me you’ll keep yourself open to the possibility.”

“Fine, I promise.”

Josie intends to keep her promise, but she doesn’t know if she’ll ever have to follow through. She’s open to any opportunities that come her way, but she hasn’t had many in the past few months, she doesn’t think they’ll start up now.

The next day, Josie decides to check on her patient from yesterday first before she heads to fill out all of her paperwork. 

She’s examining the file as she walks in and finds her patient sitting up in bed.

“Pamela Park, nice to officially meet you,” Josie greets her patient, “I’m the one who got you all fixed up yesterday, how are you feeling?”

Pamela smiles, “Just great, sweetie.”

“Glad to hear it,” Josie responds as she flips through her chart.

Josie asks her patient a few more questions before someone enters.

“Knock, knock,” calls the voice from the door.

Josie turns to see the most jaw-dropping woman she has ever seen standing in the doorway, flowers in her hand. Josie can already imagine this woman entering the home that they share together years from now, the flowers for her.

What the fuck, Josie?

“You must be my mom’s doctor,” the woman reaches out her hand, “I’m Penelope.”

Josie shakes her hand, about to respond when Pamela cuts in, “Penelope, this woman works wonders. I haven’t felt a thing since I’ve come into her care.”

Penelope smiles at Josie, “Thank you for taking care of my mom.”

Josie fights down the blush, “It’s just my job. Besides, your mom has been a wonderful patient. If you follow our instructions as great as you have been, I see a quick recovery in your future.”

“I like this one,” Pamela says, “Penelope, you should ask out this nice doctor.”

“Mom,” Penelope objects.

Pamela turns to Josie, “My Penelope has such a big heart. She is looking for someone nice like you, dear.”

Josie can’t stop the blush this time, “I-”

Penelope says, “Mom, that’s totally inappropriate. We just met, and she’s your doctor.”

Pamela rolls her eyes, “Penelope, I’m not going to be around forever, and I want to see my only child get married. You need to move faster on these things.”

The younger women stand there in shocked silence at the situation. Yes, Josie can already see her fantasy of walking down the aisle to Penelope, but even she knows that it’s delusional.

Josie closes her chart and says, “Well, all seem well, so I’ll check on you later. Let me know if you need anything else.”

With that, Josie bolts out of the room. She has almost made it to the end of the hallway when she feels a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry about that,” Josie turns to see Penelope apologizing, “My mom is always trying to insert herself into my love life. She’ll try to hook me up with anyone who she thinks would make a good daughter or son-in-law.”

Josie shakes her head, “No apologies needed, I totally get parents.”

Penelope notices she’s still holding Josie’s arm and quickly releases it.

“The thing is,” Penelope begins hesitantly, “my mom was like dead-on because I would like to ask you out.”

“Oh?” Josie responds in shock.

“Yeah,” Penelope exhales, “I know that this is a super weird beginning, and feel absolutely no pressure from me or my mom, but do you want to go out sometime?”

Josie has a rejection on the tip of her tongue when she remembers her conversation yesterday with Lizzie. She needs to put herself out there, let herself feel. She wants Penelope, she should let herself have what she wants.

“I’d love that.”

#tvdufemslashweek #posie #penelope park #josie saltzman #legacies #this one is late but its here!

[star-kissed583]

First child (pt. 1)

Single dad Jackie AU

Jackie is a father. His first born child is Robbie-who’s mother is a young woman named Alicia, Jackie’s girlfriend. Though things turn on this chapter for Alicia’s reaction to their newborn son.

You’ll be able to find this AU in my Wattpad as well, but here on tumble I’ll be able to not only talk about it but also post art I make on it a lot easier now!! Hope y’all enjoy!!

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Jackie watched as the doctors handed his newborn son to the nurses-who were easily dealing with him.

Jackie looked over at his girlfriend, seeming so proud and excited, "Babe! You did amazing!" He spoke softly.

"Shut up Jackie..." Alicia, Jackie's girlfriend huffs. Laying on the hospital bed tiredly.

Jackie frowns, but a smile goes back on his face as he sees the nurse come back with their baby. Yet, Alicia seemed too tired to carry him, so Jackie took the boy instead.

A wide smile grew on Jackie's face, gently rubbing the boy's back as he carried him in his arms, staring down at him "Aww, Alice look! He's so cute! What we gonna name him?"

Alicia looks over, her arms uncrossed as she stared at the boy. Something about his face looked off. She saw the way Jackie was caring for the kid, and inside she felt a bit jealous. A shrug is all she gave, "I don't know. Why don't you name him?"

"Hmm...How about Robbie? Robbie Jackleman!" Jackie spoke. Smiling widely as he hears the boy cooing up at him.

Soon a nurse came back to them, holding a paper as she smiles, "okay, I got the birth certificate ready...there's just one thing...we examined him and there's some-some unique things about little Robbie."

The couple looked at each other before turning back to the nurse, nodding softly for her to keep going, Robbie sleeping peacefully in Jackie's arms.

"Um...was there by any chance consumption of alcohol while mom was pregnant?"

Jackie was about to answer, "No, there was-"

"Yeah I took some shots and drank a bit. I didn't think it'd be too much of a trouble to just have a couple of drinks. Why?" Alicia said honestly. She didn't see Jackie's confused face.

The nurse did though. She blinked but puts on a small smiles, "Well your son shows symptoms of FASD, or also know as Fetal alcohol spectrum disorders...but there are ways to help him. It's just that he may struggle while growing up. He has some facial abnormalities that may stand him out. He may have poor coordination, difficulty with memory or attention when he's older, he may have learning difficulties and speech delays. There are a number of things, but with proper communication with his doctor and a healthy house hold, I'm sure he'll strive when he's older."

Jackie listened, he looks down at his newborn son. Jackie gently kissed his head and nods, "I'm sure we can work it out and help Robbie as much as we can...thank you so much."

Alicia though, she looked at her new son, a new found disgust about what she heard-knowing her son was going to be standing out more-and to her it was in the worst way possible. It wasn't the perfect child she wanted.

As soon as the nurse left for them to be alone, Jackie avoided looking at Alicia. Just focused on Robbie, watching him sleep peacefully, "You seriously drank while pregnant?? Alicia, the doctor literally told you about this! He told you, you can't drink! When did you even drink? Cause I don't remember seeing you drunk"

Alicia just rolls her eyes, "I didn't think even the smallest bit could effect him! I drank in secret-when you left to your little trip on Italy, I hung around John for the time and we drank just a little"

Jackie huffed, "he should've known better than give you alcohol. Now our son is gonna be suffering because you decided you couldn't keep your urges in!"

"You know what, I'm done talking about this. You're acting like he's the only victim here Jackie. I'm also gonna suffer from this! I have a child that's mentally ill! You know what! I'm tired. Let me sleep!"

Jackie gaped at what his girlfriend said. He huffed, turning away from Alicia as Robbie began to cry. Clearly woken up by the argument. Jackie gently shushed him, rocking the boy a bit, 'she's probably just saying that out of emotions...right?'

Couple months later:

"That's it...yeah come to me! You got this!" Jackie watched as Robbie was finally attempting to walk more. After so many months of crawling-his boy finally was trying to walk.

Yet he wasn't quite there yet, as Robbie fell after a couple of steps. Jackie quickly caught his son, giggles leaving the boy as Jackie scoops him up, "oh you silly little boy"

Alicia sighs, coming downstairs with a pretty fancy, tight dress, "Babee~"

Jackie looks up, looking at Alicia with a smile, "Baby! Robbie was taking his first steps! Can you believe it!" He hums, before seeing the dress, his head tilting, "Hon, what's with the dress? Where ya heading?"

"Well I was thinking we could go get some dinner. Ya know, enjoy the night together"

"We could, but Robbie may have to come...I don't think there is any last minute babysitters available if you want to be going now-"

"Why can't we just leave it with my sister? She's closer and always available!" Alicia huffed, rolling her eyes a bit.

"I don't trusts her with Robbie anymore. And you know that babe. After last time-I don't even think Robbie would like to be there" Jackie spoke with a frown, remembering what had happened the last time. When they had left Robbie at Alicia's sister, the boy had not only been left in a dirty diaper the whole day, but he had almost choked on a piece of carrot.

Alicia stomped her foot as she scoffed, "Babe! We don't go out alone-like ever anymore! Why can't we just leave the boy to Stephanie for a bit! I'm sure she's learned! What happened to giving people second chances??" She batted her eyelashes to her boyfriend. A smile on her face.

Jackie thought long and hard. A sigh leaving him before nodding- "o-okay...but only for a bit though. And then we're picking up Robbie" he spoke while standing up.

Jackie took their son up to get the boy ready. The boy just happily bouncing in Jackie's arms and looking up at his dad.

"Jackie. What do you think about having more kids? I feel like we should have more. Ya know? Give Robbie some proper siblings"

Jackie looks at his girlfriend. Taking a bite of his meal while watching her drink some wine, "I would love to have more kiddos...but to be completely honest babe-I don't know if I trust your drinking urges to carry another child"

Alicia scoffs, rolling her eyes. She was about to protest-but knows it's true. She couldn't bare avoiding drinking for another 9 months again.

"Fine-how about adopting then?? We can try and see some kids at the orphanages and look for a better child" Alicia spoke without much thought. Biting into her food.

Jackie frowns a bit at hearing her words, "Better child? Alicia-what are you talking about? Robbie is our son-of course we can adopt but you can't belittle our kid"

Alicia rolled her eyes softly, "I'm not. It's just that I think we need to get a normal child for him! One that can-I dunno make him not stand out as much for other kids??"

Jackie stared at Alicia. A sigh left him, "we can think about it. For now, can you not ignore Robbie as much?? I've seen you actively not being around as much. I have a mission soon and I need you to look after our boy." Jackie finished eating before taking his wallet out, " plus it's good to get along with him before we adopt another kid!"

#jackieboy man #Robbie jseego #septic egos #jsegos #single dad Jackie AU #soon to be marvelsepticeye #spaceywrites

[mycoolwritingcorner]

“Future Doctor”

Written for Sailor Moon Platonic Week.

Day 7: Sleepover.

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“You know you don’t have to sleep down here with me, you have a bed.” Ami said, looking over at Mina who was laying on a futon on her bedroom floor, as was Ami herself.

“Well, I’m not gonna sleep in my bed while my guest is left on the floor! What kind of host do you take me for?” Minako asked with fake incredulity. Ami had stayed late to help her blonde friend with some homework, and Minako had insisted the bluenette simply spend the night instead of risking the trek home. 

Ami laid back and looked up at the ceiling, as Minako got up from her futon to go turn off the light.

“Normally I would stay up a bit later, but I know our future doctor needs her rest.” Minako said with a smile as she flipped off the light, but not before noticing something peculiar. When Minako said ‘future doctor’ Ami’s face looked as if she had been stabbed in the heart. She was suspicious but assumed she must be seeing things, so she simply went back over to her futon and laid back down, “Goodnight, Ami.”

“Goodnight Mina.” Ami said, rolling over and facing the wall away from Minako. The Guardian of Beauty lay there for a bit, feeling uneasy. Not quite able to shake her concerns for her blue-haired friend. Had she just been seeing things? Or was something going on? Either way, she supposed it would have to wait until the morning.

“Mina?” Ami said timidly, rolling onto her back.

Or not.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Minako asked, rolling over to look at Ami.

“If I tell you something… do you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Of course, Ami. You know you can tell me anything.” Mina said, sitting up.

“Okay, well… here goes…” Ami said, sitting up as well, clutching onto her blanket, “... I don’t think I want to be a doctor anymore.” She said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Minako was taken aback, unsure how to respond, “Oh wow, that’s… big. May I ask why?” She said, making sure she was being cautious with how she spoke, not wanting to take Ami confiding in her lightly.

“Well, it’s just… I’ve seen what it does to my mother. It’s all-consuming, takes you away from family, friends… life. And that’s why it’s not something you can go into half-heartedly. You have to want it and I… I don’t. Not anymore.” Ami explained, quietly.

“I see… I mean, that definitely makes sense.” Minako said, moving a bit closer to her friend, “... so am I the first person you’ve told this to, then?”

“Yes.” Ami said, not quite able to look Minako in the eyes, “My mother… you guys… everyone I know has been so supportive, they’ve always pushed me to do my best… how could I ever face them and tell them I’m giving up?”

“Ami, you’re seventeen. Changing your mind on what you want to do for the rest of your life isn’t ‘giving up’ anything.” Mina said, having moved right next to Ami.

“But my whole life it was always what I planned on doing… it’s what everyone is expecting from me, it-”

“So?” The blonde asked calmly, “They’ll understand. I’m sure your mom will be a bit surprised, but it’s not like she’ll disown you or anything, and you know we all have your back no matter what.” Mina said with a smile.

“I just… I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.” Ami said, fidgeting with her blanket a bit, “I just always assumed one day I would become a doctor, so if I’m not… then who am I?” She asked before Mina put her hand on her shoulder, smiling at the blunette.

“You're Ami Mizuno. Sailor Mercury, the brains behind the Sailor Guardians, one of my best friends, and so, so much more. Whatever you choose to do… I know you’ll do great.” Mina said, giving her friend’s shoulder a supportive squeeze.

Ami finally cracked a smile, looking over at Minako, “I suppose you’re right… thanks Mina.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just glad you felt like you could talk to me about this.”

“Yeah… guess I should tell the others too, huh?”

“Whenever you’re ready. Until then, your secret is safe with me.” Mina said, moving back to her own futon.

“Thank you, Mina. For everything. This felt… good to get off my chest. I think I’m gonna try to sleep now, though.” Ami said, laying back down.

“Same. Goodnight Ami.”

“Goodnight Mina.”

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Aaaand that brings us to the end of my final entry for Sailor Moon Platonic Week!

It’s been a blast participating in these event weeks, but now it’s time to get back to working on Reignstorm.

But until then, please let me know what you thought! Comments, reblogs, likes, etc. are much appreciated!

And until next time, take care everyone!

#smplatonic #Ami Mizuno #Minako Aino #Sailor Mercury #Sailor Jupiter #Sailor Moon #Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon

[l3nnysblog]

Kevin x Radford x streber

Btw in this Kevin is Pansexual and transsexual (if that’s the right word)<3

TW: swearing, transphobia, pet names, crying, yelling and mentions female genitalia and There is a mention of the T slur but it’s in hashtags <3

“Hey Radford babe?” Streber asked from the kitchen “yeah?” Radford yelled from the living room with Kevin. “When is Kevin’s doctors appointment?” Kevin groaned “I don’t wanna…” “i know honey but u have to..” Radford kisses his head. “ITS SUPPOSED BE NOW…!” Streber yells.

Timeskip at the doctors office

“Okay so.. whats your name hun” the doctor asked. “Uh Kevin..!” Kevin answered. “Okay..come with me.” Kevin got to the room with his 2 boyfriends and the doctor. “Okay so I need you to take off your clothes and put this gown on. Oh and another doctor will be with you soon..!” The sweet doctor said and left. Another doctor comes in. “Hello Kevin..is it?” The doctor asks. “Yeah I’m Kevin!” Kevin says. “Okay I need to check your heart.” The doctor says as he puts the stethoscope on Kevin’s chest. The doctor wrote something down on his clipboard. “Okay I need you guys out of the room.” He says pointing at Radford and Streber. Streber and Radford leave and look at Kevin with a “good luck” face. “I need you to lay on the examination table.” The doctor says as he sits in the chair next to the examination table. After Kevin lied down on the examination table, the doctor told Kevin to take off his gown.

The doctor stared at his chest. The scars. Kevin looked confused. “What..?” Kevin asked. “How much did that surgery cost..?” The doctor asked “uh.. 6,000 dollars..” Kevin said confused. “Why would you ruin your perfect body for 6,000 dollars. You are not a boy you’re a girl. You shouldn’t be able to change your gender.” Kevin stared at the doctor in shock. How could he say that? Why would he even say that? “What the fuck dude?! What is wrong with you!?it’s my fucking body! Not yours!” Kevin freaked out on the doctor. “Put your clothes on no one wants to see your ugly scars.” The doctor spat. “You should be happy with your body and not be some #####” the doctor said. “And what kinda man has a vagina..” the doctor kept saying things about Kevin. Kevin put his clothes on and walked out the door. Streber and Radford looked at Kevin. They could tell he was mad. “Honey..?” Streber asked “what’s wrong..? What happened..?” He asked “I think I know what happened” Radford said. Kevin walked out into the parking lot and got in the car. Streber and Radford followed. Streber opened the door. “Kev..what happened..?” There it was. That nickname. Kevin loved it, it made him calm down whenever he was mad, sad, or depressed. “…I don’t want to talk about it right now…” Kevin answered. Radford got in the car and drove home. Whenever they got home, Kevin stormed off into their room, crying. Streber and Radford heard sobs from their room. “Kevin..?” Radford knocked on the door. “Come in..” Kevin sobbed. Radford came in and sat next to Kevin. “What happened my dear..?” Radford asked in a soft voice. “The doctor was being transphobic..” Kevin answered between sniffles. “…how so..” Radford asked in a slightly angry tone. “He said that I shouldn’t ruin my body” he said with air quotes. “He also said my top surgery scars were ugly, he said boys shouldn’t have pussies.” Kevin answered angrily. Radford was pissed. He wasn’t going to let this slide. No way. Radford went to the car, got in, and slammed the door angrily. “RADFORD NO U DONT HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE DOCTOR AGAIN” Kevin yelled at Radford but he smiled. “ACTUALLY..GO GET EM HONEY” Kevin said with a tone of revenge. Kevin got in the car and he brought streber with him. When they arrived to the doctors they all went in. “Hi..I’m here to speak to Dr. _____ please.” Radford politely told the other sweet doctor. “Um sure..! He’s available right now..! Go on in!” She said. They all went in. The doctor looked up in shock. “Hello sir..I’m here to talk to you about something..I heard you called my boyfriend a ######, said that his top surgery scars were ugly, and told him he shouldn’t be able to change his gender..well I’ve got news for you buddy.” Radford spat “you can’t tell my boyfriend what he can and can’t be! It’s not your body. It’s his.” Radford says as Kevin and streber watched him scream at the doctor. “Do u who you’re talking to..” the doctor stood up. Radford punched the doctor in his face. The doctor punched Radford back. Kevin walked up to the doctor and punched the doctor in the stomach. “That’s what you get for messing with me and my boyfriend!” Kevin yelled. “FUCK YOU!” Streber screamed. “Don’t forget..people like you are fucking disgusting.” Radford spat out. “Let’s go, guys.” Radford, Kevin, and Streber went home and made a cuddle pile.

HOPE YALL LIKED IT<3

#kevin kandy #KEVINISTRANS #Radford x Kevin x Streber #come get yall juice #yippee

[sasster]

Wait who're your robots?

i haven't used them much on this blog but i have soooo many.

There's Pixel, he was made as a security bot by my troll Rav. Because Rav is paranoid and needs to have eyes and ears around where he lives and the people he cares about. Pixel was made by like.. Junk pieces from abandoned projects, so he has a residual anxiety about being scrapped and therefore HATES when he has to be turned off for maintenance and has pushed back about it many a time. He navigates the world with childlike wonder and loves to talk to new people.

There's Marco! Also made by Rav, he is a medical unit. See, Rav and his brother eventually find someone that needs their help who happens to be chronically ill. So Rav said "Fuck, I'm not a doctor I don't know this shit." So he made a guy who does! Marco is definitely the big brother between the two. (Despite being much smaller than Pixel) He's much more objective! Focused on his work with little room to play (we're working on that though)

Uhm. There's Kit! He was made by my isopod (alien species I made don't worry about it) Soaren. What's really interesting about Kit is that he was originally made to be just a toolkit. He was a drone. No personality, pick up screwdriver. Put down screwdriver. Saw that wood. Y'know? One day, though, Pixel picked him up! And he didn't like that. So he stabbed him in the visor with a screwdriver and has been developing his personality ever since! (Now he has a real body and everything, but he was originally essentially the R2D2 of our little robot family.) This guy has got QUITE the potty moth, I tell you what. Kit is in love with Deja (They are very mean to each other)

This is getting lengthy. Forgive me.

Sol(ace)! She was made by Koteus after his crew got the corpse ditch treatment. He made her in the image of the species he lived with when he was off-planet, which is why her name is Solace. She was originally created with the function of starmapping, but she decided that she would be much happier as a caretaker for youngsters. So she told Koteus as much! She's filled with childlike wonder as well, and likes to ask questions to gain clarity instea of just looking it up on the great big web of internet.

Cal is her little brother! She told Koteus she wanted a little brother and he was like yeah okay. Cals still new..And he is very shy! If someone he doesn't know that well enters the room he's in, he'll pretend he's just a shell and just lay there unmoving until you leave. Hehe.

There's Bee! Oh man, Bee is Stars android. See, Star was raised on a planet where essentially everyone is the smartest person you've ever met. And while Star is pretty knowledgeable himself he thought it sucked that there are people out there that go without access to what he has access to. So he made Bee! Bee is a database. They take their job very seriously and they catalogue information about pretty much everyone they've ever come across. They're very interested in getting to know you. (The premise of Star being my narrator is that between him and Bee, they gather quite a hefty amount of information about a range of different people) Bees even able to get into secure databases and find out information about someone/thing that might have been expunged or otherwise locked.

I really love to make robots.

Then there's Deja! Deja is an android that was made by a sick little troll of mine (His name is Xanuun if you care). Because he needed a companion, and the trolls around him at that point in his life were not very good to him. Since he was made by a little kid, Dejas a little glitchy. Often repeating words (like a stutter) and full of involunatry movements. He is also a medical bot! He’s very kind and understanding. Unless you're Kit. He is going to beat your ass if you're Kit (He is in love with Kit.)

I have other ones but this post is so long already..

#sorry zinnia sorry scout sorry gadget.... #next time #long post #robots <3 #THANKS FOR ASKING #moonlit-trolls #askter

[theroseofambrose]

Lester Sinclair: Leap of faith

Warning: pissed off Lester and fear.

Rose gripped the wood of the table in front of her. Staring straight ahead to the blurry nothing ness of their kitchen. Lester paced back and forth from the table in a huff.

"Come on, you stop that right now Cher. Tears aren't going to change this. You know what you are suppose to do with this" Lester said

"it won't work" Rose said softly

"you don't fucking know that, and you ain't even willing to try?"Lester exclaimed in both anger and exhaustion.

"you know why" Rose said softly. fingers digging into splintering wood of the table.

"No, I fucking don't. but you sweetheart. So lay it out for me. why are you against this" he asked, trying desperately to understand her. wanting to hear one god damn explanation that didn't sound like bullshit.

"Don't you wanna see again. See things clearly. at the very least be able to read a book and not get a migraine or have me read to you? don't you want to never pick up another god damn Braille book again?" Lester asked

"It's far, we'd have to travel across the country, I'd have to take time of work, you would too because I won't be able to take care of myself. "she said head turning towards him a bit.

"I'll drive you anywhere you want to go, I don't care how far, or how long it will take. Hell, I'll steal Bo's truck to give you a more comfortable drive if you want" He said which made her snort a little bit dismissively

"that wouldn't be worth the fit he'd throw" she said

"it be worth any punch or shit talk Bo's got in him and believe me. I've seen the worse Cher. and don't start telling me it cost to much. I've got savings and your insurance is willing to pay for it. " Lester said, before she could even open her mouth

"your brothers are against it" she pointed out

" fuck em both then" Lester spat which made her jerk up at that

"no, Don't say that. Not for this.Not for me" Rose said so softly

Bo's against it because of how long and how far we'd have to travel. Vinny against it because he's afraid of what you'll think of him when you see him clearly and because he don't trust doctors. They both'll fucking get over it. "Lester said looking her dead in the eye. chest puffed out like he was ready to fight God himself.

"you's upset about this too" Rose pointed out

"No cher, I'm not upset. I'm angry. I am smack dab pissed off because I know you are to God damn stubborn to take anything from the pain. Even though its been how many years? "Lester said smacking the table hard making her jump a bit

" Seven" Rose said softly

"that's right, seven whole years sober and you still wouldn't take anything for it would you" Lester all but sneered

"I won't be addict again Les... don't put me in that position. Don't ask that of me" She said hands trembling a bit.

Seeing that, Lester backed off just a bit. Took a long deep breath and slowly let it out.

"it will hurt, it's gonna hurt bad Les, and all for something that we don't even know will work. that has like a 40 percent chance of working. that probably won't even been permanent. Might give me 10 years of sight before it fades again. "Rose said and the tears were threatening to come again.

"think of all that you could do with 10 years sweetheart. All the books you could read, all the shows you could see, all the sunrises we could watch even if they are in black n white. Hell, our Childrens faces' Rose. you could see them for yourself. Yeah it's gonna hurt, you are to damn stubborn to let it be anything but pain, but if it does work. Think of what it could give us!" Lester said taking her hand in his. His were sweaty and she was shaking.

"I don't get my hopes up Les, or yours. " her voice trembled. tears rolled down her cheeks

"don't leave it up to hope Rosie, give it to faith. Have faith in me that I can get us there and get you through the surgery. we'll be alright." he told her gently

"you'd do that for me? "she asked him

"Honey Suckle I'd give you my own eyes, my teeth and my balls if it would make ya happy. And doing this, having that back. It'd make ya happy. "he told her making her snort just a bit

"...okay.. okay I'll do it Les. We'll do it" she said so softly he almost didn't hear her, but he did. So he pulled her into his arms and let her shake like a leaf. At least she was going to try and take leap of faith.

Wish me luck.

#lester sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincient sinclair #wish me luck

[schattenmagier]

[ Continued from X // @crimsonlocks​​ ]

Laurence had to roll his eyes. Bandages. For a wound like that. A gaping laceration that was bleeding far more than it should. Yeah, bandages would get her nowhere. 

 “I know I can’t make you take the blood and I won’t force you. Even though it would heal your wounds in seconds and not even leave scars, but that is your choice.”, he hissed, “But do you really think BANDAGES are enough for that?! You need stitches. Which I can do by the way. And if not me then my clerics can do it. We all are elementary doctors. So if you don’t want to bleed out, you better lie down and let us WORK.” 

 As much as Laurence disliked Lilli, he didn’t want to see her dead. Especially not when she had been injured fending off a beast. 

 Just... why did she have to be so complicated?! He had told her that she should wait for other Hunters to join before attacking the beast. It wasn’t that hard hiding from them.

Lilli knows that bandages won’t do it. But she just can’t help it. Whenever she is injured around anyone, she acts like an injured animal. Growling and lashing out. She absolutely needs stitches. And while the thief has stitched herself up many times, this time she is sure that she couldn’t. Her hands shake, and would be not able to hold a needle properly. And her vision is a little blurry already. Has she really lost so much blood already? it’s hard to tell given that her clothes soacked most of it up. She needs help, and Lilli hates to admit this... So she simply doesn’t. Not exactly at least.

“ You. You are the only one who is allowed to do the stitches. If any of them- “

she points at the clerics around. Even going so far as glare at them,

“ -tries to touch me, I will cut of their hands. “

He was the only one she knows at least a little bit. So... apparently she had to trust Laurence on that. This time. Without another word, the woman pulls of her coat, to give him more access to the wound. The coat is already drenched in blood. Her own, and from the beast. It also got ripped in a few places, so she surely needed to stitch it up later. Then she starts fumbling with the lower buttons on her shirt. It took her abnormal long to open them, given her shaky hands and the blurry vision, before she finally had unbottoned enough to shove the shirt up, and give him complete view of the wound. Her shirt was also completely soaked in her blood, but it was far more noticeable given that it was white in color and the red was easily seen. But she is not going to remove it completely in front of him or anyone else.

Lilli then gives the vicar another glance, looking him over for a moment before laying down like he had told her. She did watch everyone else, if they did dare to come to close though, as she laid there and left him to do the stitches.

“ ... Hurry up... “

#crimsonlocks #;; ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ [medieval verse] #;; ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ? [rp] #I'm such a sucker for this 👀👀👀 #Lilli actually letting him help her XD #tw blood #tw injury #tw needle mention

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

Ok so here's I guess part 2....still dont have a title and i dont know how to add the 'part one' or masterlist thing with it underlined.

It was finally quiet in the room. It was late the next afternoon and Tig had managed to talk Rhylynn into finding a hotel close to the hospital  and then going to get something to eat after the rest of the club had shown up and checked in. And the twins' brother, Trent, was on his way from Texas. Chibs sat silently, wishing Hayliegh would just wake up and open her eyes. He hadn't really said much in front of anyone since he had found out what happened and he refused to leave her side, much to the chagrin of the doctor and nurses. He didn't give a damn about rules and policies. Let the hospital staff and security try him. He almost wished they would. The doctor in charge of her case had finally just told him to stay out of the way and there would be no objections. Which was good because until she woke up, he didnt plan on going anywhere. And she would wake up, he just had to be patient. Like Tig had said, his old lady was stubborn.... His eyes were red and stung. Once everyone had left, he had sobbed like a baby and prayed that his Hayliegh would wake up and look at him. He wanted to hear her tell him that she loved him and wanted to go home. He had held her hands and talked to her, pleading for her to wake up and telling her he loved her and she wasnt allowed to die on him. It broke his heart that he hadnt gotten any kind  of response.  Rhylynn had mentioned that at times, before he had arrived, his Liegh had squeezed her sister's hand sometimes when Rhy had talked but so far that hadn't happened for him. He ran his hands through his hair and shrugged off his kutte. It was going to be a long night. He didnt know if Tig and Rhylynn were coming back or not. He kinda hoped they stayed away. He wanted to be alone with her, as much as that made him feel selfish. He sighed as his phone went off. He didnt want to talk to anyone but the woman who was laying in the bed in front of him.

"Yeah" he answered, his accent thick.

"Chibs. How is she? Kerrianne is wondering."

Fiona's voice came through the phone. His ex-wife and daughter had moved to charming a few months back and she had caused his life to be hell ever since. Hayliegh tried her best to be welcoming to his daughter and treated her as her own, but she avoided Fiona as much as she could.

"She hasnt woken up yet and I'm not leaving here until she does."

He replied, glancing over at her.

"Tell my baby that she will be fine and not to worry. I have to go," he looked up to see Trent walk through the door.

"Let her know kerrianne sends her love."

"Aye."

He hung up and eyed the twins' brother warily. They had never gotten along, Trent hated the fact that his baby sister was involved with a biker. They were only somewhat civil because of the twins. Trent stood silently and stared at his sister laying in the bed. He didnt say a word as he sat on the other side of the bed, just grabbed Hayliegh's other hand in his. It was an awkward silence and Filip kinda wished Rhylynn and Tiggy would show back up.

"I guess there's no point in me telling you to get lost is there?"

Trent finally spoke, his eyes trained on his sisters face.

"I'm not leaving."

Trent narrowed his eyes and smirked and touched Hayliegh's hair with a shaking hand. Filip clenched his jaw and tried to keep his temper. He knew that if Trent really wanted to have him removed, he could do just that. As far as Trent and the hospital was concerned, he didn't matter. He wasnt family. They weren't married. Although he knew Rhylynn would argue on his behalf he didnt know how that would end.

"I know what you're thinking and it isnt true."

"You suddenly able to read minds huh?" Trent rolled his eyes.

"If she had listened to me and come home, this wouldn't have happened."

He said as Rhylynn came in the room with Tig right behind her. Filip leaned back in his seat as she began to speak.

"She could have just as easily been in a car accident in Dallas as she was here. This wasnt anyone's fault, other then the drunk driver who hit her."

Rhylynn said as she glared at her older brother. "Dont you dare try to blame this on him," she said pointing at the biker who sat at her sister's bedside. Trent held up his hands.

"I didnt come to fight, I came to check on my sister. "

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