#jospeh oc

[i-eat-worlds]

A Late Night Discovery

This is a crossover with @pigeonwhumps ‘s story Immortal Cannon Fodder, who Phoenix and Aaron belong to. Set during Joseph’s time working in Hero Alliance London’s medbay.

cw: medical whump, depictions of wounds, discussions of abuse; primarily denial of medical care and fear of punishment, hospital setting, author’s questionable knowledge of British English

Joseph sighs as he finishes organizing the last shelf of supplies. His shift has been pretty slow, and he’d spent most of the time doing housekeeping. They’d gotten a shipment of supplies, and since he had nothing better to do, he ended up restocking the supply rooms. That was how he’d ended up in the fifteen hundred hallway supply room with twenty minutes left in his shift.

If Joseph is being honest, he doesn’t know why the fifteen hundred hallway even has a supply closet. The old patient rooms had been converted into office space, but the supply closet still needed to be stocked, for some reason. When he’d done inventory, most of the stuff had only ever been touched to move it somewhere else. So, he is very surprised when another person walks in.

They’re wearing a battered HAL uniform, minus a mask, arm wrapped protectively around their waist and panting heavily. It’s obvious that they’re injured and in pain. His medic mode kicks in as he steps out from behind the shelf and moves closer. “Hey, are you okay?”

The hero jolts when they see him, scampering away into a corner of the room. Joseph would’ve sworn he’d seen them before, but he couldn’t quite place where. He squats down in front of them, keeping his expression neutral. “Are you injured? I’m a medic, I can help.”

The words seem to make them more nervous. “I’m sorry,” they blabber, “I didn’t mean to intrude, please.”

Joseph sighs. This is going to be complicated. “I’m not going to hurt you. You look like you need some help, that’s all. Do you want to go to the medbay?”

This helps even less. “No, no, I wouldn’t do that.” They shake their head vigorously. “I don’t-I don’t wanna waste.”

So no medbay. At least not yet, though it’s an odd response to the question. He can see the long, bloody gash on their side from the other side of the closet, though. They need help, sooner rather than later. “Can I take a look?” He offers instead.

The hero hesitates before nodding yes. They seem to be in a state of petrified silence, eyes following Joseph as he opens up one of the brand-new boxes of gloves he’d just placed on the shelves and pulls a pair on, then kneels down next to them. “I’m Joseph, by the way. Do you have a name?”

“Phoenix,” they say quietly.

So that’s where he knows them from. The name is all it takes for him to finally recognize them. They’re the poor kid who came in a couple of weeks ago with their mouth stitched shut, the one who apologized continuously for just existing. He’s pretty sure they’re on one of the teams that Aaron does medical for. “I’m gonna pull your hand away so I can look, yeah?”

Phoenix nods, letting Joseph carefully move their hand away from the wound. “Sorry if this hurts,” he says as he inspects it, trying not to poke or prod too much.

It’s not as bad as he’d thought it would be, especially considering Phoenix's healing abilities. It’s about six inches long, but he can’t see any lobules of fat sticking out, so it probably won’t need stitches. The bleeding isn’t horrible, and he doubts Phoenix will notice by the morning. Still, he’d like to clean it out, get something on it, and maybe get them some antibiotics.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks as he tears open a package of gauze and presses it into the wound.

Phoenix barely inches at the pain. “No, sir. I’m not.”

“Alright,” he says, keeping pressure as he speaks. “I’m going to need to clean this out and bandage it up, and I’d like to do that somewhere a little nicer than a storage room floor.” Phoenix is looking up at him with the same fear filled eyes he’d seen a few weeks before. “Can you walk to the medbay, or do I need to get some help?”

Their eyes go wide at that. “I don’t need the medbay.” He’s never seen somebody shake their head so much. “I’m immortal, I’ll be okay. We can do it here.” There's a couple seconds of silence, then Phoenix speaks again. “I’ve been to the medbay too many times recently. Abbie says I can’t go anymore, or else-or else I’ll get punished.” They speak very quietly.

So that’s what’s going on. Aaron had warned him about Abbie when he first arrived, and now he knows why. She’s an abusive asshole. “We don’t have to tell anyone,” Joseph says. “I can’t tell anybody anything without your permission, and the medbay is pretty empty right now.”

Phoenix hesitates before answering. “I’ll go. I’m sorry for disagreeing.”

“It’s okay,” He says, using one hand to keep pressure while he unpackages a roll of bandages. “I’m going to wrap these around you, okay?” Phoenix nods, repositioning themself so that it’s easier. “Does anyone else know that Abbie would punish you for going down to the medbay?”

“Aaron, and Kai,” They say, voice shaky as they speak. “Please don’t report it. I’m getting a transfer. It’s just for a little bit longer.”

“I won’t,” he says, and he means it. He will talk to Aaron about maybe expediting that process though. “Let’s get you up.”

He helps them to stand, then wraps their arm around his waist-Phoenix is too short for his shoulders-and guides them out the door.

The halls are all pretty much empty, and most of the staff is used to seeing bleeding, injured heroes around, and they probably wouldn’t have batted an eye at Joseph helping Phoenix down the hallway anyway. As they get closer to the medbay, things get busier. He can feel Phoenix leaning into him, and he can hear the way their breath hitches with every step. “We’re nearly there,” he comforts, “Just a little bit longer.”

Finally, they arrive in the heart of the medbay. The room is pretty calm, some nurses bustling about, a couple gathered in the break room. Tori, the charge nurse, is sitting at her desk, busily typing away. She looks up when she hears him walk in “I thought you’d left…”Her voice trails o when she sees Phoenix leaning against him, bandages wrapped around their abdomen. “Treatment six is open.”

“Thank you, Tori,” he says as he walks through the nurses station to get to the room. “Can you page Dr. Thomas?”

“No problem,” she says, already reaching for the phone.

Joseph thanks her before pulling the curtain around treatment six closed and getting to work. “Can you hop up on the table while I get some things ready?”

Phoenix listens, paper crinkling as they pull themself up onto the exam table and carefully lay down. “I’m sorry for making you work late.” They swallow nervously, watching as Joseph replaces his soiled gloves with fresh ones.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind,” he says, grabbing the blood pressure cuff from the basket on the wall. As if he, or really any decent human being, would’ve left them bleeding in a storage room because their shift was over. “I’m gonna take some vitals, and then I’ll treat your wound. Aaron might pop in soon, is that okay?”

They nod, but their eyebrows furrow like they’re confused. It’s quick and painless; first temperature, then blood oxygen, heart rate and respirations, and finally blood pressure. He’s typing it in their chart when Aaron walks in.

“Good evening, Joseph,” he says as he rubs some sanitizing gel on his hands. “How are you doing, Phoenix?”

“I got hit, I’m sorry, sir,” they say with a hint of shame in their voice.

“It’s not deep. It’ll be okay.”

“We’ll get it taken care of,” Aaron says, then turns to Joseph. “Obs?”

“Pretty much normal,” he reports, “Pulse and bp are elevated but that’s not surprising.”

Aaron nods, and he’s about to ask another question but Phoenix starts first. “I tried to deal with it myself, sir. Mr. Joseph caught me. It’s my fault, I know, but please, please, please don’t tell Abbie.” The words fall out of their mouth in a panicked string. They sound like they’re pleading for their life. Joseph worries that it’s not far off from the truth.

“I won’t do that, Phoenix, I promise.” Aaron is seething right now, and Joseph can tell, even though he’s got his doctor face on. “I’m going to take a look at your wound now. It might hurt a little bit, but I’m not going to cause more pain than I need to, alright.”

Joseph hands him the scissors, and he quickly cuts the bandage away. “Oh yeah, that’s not too bad at all.” Arron sounds pleasantly surprised. “You feel okay with Joseph closing it? I need to go get you some antibiotics.”

“Yes,” Phoenix says, though Joseph can see them shift towards Aaron. They look less nervous when he’s in the room.

“It’s okay if you aren’t. Nobody will be angry.” Aaron assures them.

Their bottom lip starts to tremble a little bit. “Please stay,” they whisper, desperate. “I-I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid because it's not that bad and I’m gonna be fine, but please stay.” They sniffle, trying to keep the tears in. “It’s okay, I can stay,” Aaron says, squeezing their shoulder. “How about I hold your hand while Joseph takes care of your wound. Would that be good?”

They nod tearfully. “Thank you. ’m sorry for causing trouble.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” Aaron moves over to Phoenix’s uninjured so Joseph can get to work. He takes their hand, smiling comfortingly.

Joseph steps up to their side. “I’m going to have to clean it out first, and after that, I’ll use some strips of silk tape to keep it closed,” he explains.

Phoenix watches in what looks concerningly like awe as treats their wound. Joseph apologizes in advance before he flushes it out, and he can see on Aaron's face how tight their grip is during that part. The flushing doesn’t knock too many clots loose, and it doesn’t take him very long to get the bleeding back under control so he can close it. It’s not deep enough to need stitches, which makes Phoenix very happy, and the process of taping it closed is almost painless. The look on their face when Joseph says that he’s done makes it seem like they were expecting something a lot worse. After he’s done with his notes, Aaron reminds him that it’s about an hour or so past his shift change and that he should probably go home. After he leaves, he presumes that Phoenix gets the “please seek help from medical staff when you are injured” speech. He’s given that one a few times, but never in a situation like theirs.

When he showers that night, he scrubs himself extra hard, eager to remove the icky feeling that hearing them beg caused. Because they weren’t allowed to get medical treatment. They were afraid that she’d do who knows what to them, because they got medical treatment, and it makes his blood boil. Abbie is a pathetic excuse for a team leader, heck, she’s a pathetic excuse for a human being. He promises himself that if he ever gets the chance, he’ll make her regret every single thing she’s done to them. Every. Single. Thing.

#worlds babbles #whump #medical whump #immortal cannon fodder #abuse #tw abuse #injury whump #hospital setting #hiding an injury #medic caretaker #Phoenix not oc #Aaron not oc #Jospeh oc #he’s very good at his job #do I know what his job his? #no. It’s somewhere on her corpsman-nurse continuum and I know that’s a big gap but shhhh #also thanks for letting me play with your ocs like dolls it was fun #also HAL= hero alliance London

[bigjamjar]

#my art #sdj #sdj au #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanart #oc #mc #y/n #Jospeh

[mindofharry]

baby!!!

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #jospeh quinn #eddie stranger things

[stylusmusings]

Joseph Quinn NSFW ABC

As I'm trying to grow this account, I really do appreciate reblogs, follows and letting me know who else you guys want to see? A - After Sex

He likes to be taken care of after rough sex but after a quicker or normal vanilla stuff, he doesn’t mind just parting ways. A good cuddle never killed nobody though.

B - Bottom or Top

He is a bottom, through and through, with guys at least. He is a sub mainly but will be dominant from time to time if he feels like it.

C - Cum

He loves to be cummed in, not on. Whether you drop a load down his throat or his other hole, he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t do it on his back or something. He doesn’t hate it but it is a bit of a pain as it means less cuddling time.

D - Dress Up

Yes, he will wear the wig. No, he doesn’t enjoy it. However, he does enjoy the rest of the Eddie Munson costume and will wear the clothes if you want him to. He doesn’t appreciate being called Eddie all the time, but if you guys pre-plan it as a post-show or birthday thing, then he’s more than happy to fulfil your Eddie Munson fantasies.

E - Experience

He doesn’t have a huge amount of experience. Most of his experience comes from his fellow cast, Joe Keery, who will be found fucking Quinn to kingdom come in the dressing room.

F - Favourite Bodypart

He loves eyes, not in a creepy way but pretty eyes are essential and he always prefers sex where he can look in your eyes as you rail his ass.

G - Gag Reflex

He does have one, unfortunately. He can take up to six inches of man meat down his throat without a significant struggle.

H - Hair

He prefers to keep himself hairless waist up. It does get him more acting roles for some reason and it is just easier to maintain if he gets rid of all of it. In between jobs however, he might grow out his treasure trail for you.

I - Intimacy

Quinn likes intimacy. That intimacy can involve dates which have been planned ahead for months or it can be a rough and sensual fuck where he gets to stare deeply into your eyes.

J - Jerking

Not the horniest of guys, probably jerks off four times a week if he doesn’t have sex, and perhaps once if he does.

K - Kinks

Pretty vanilla, he does like romance though and while that’s not a kink, rose petals and candle lit rooms get him in the mood pretty quickly. He does like being chained to the bed every now and again.

L - Lube

As the person receiving, he does appreciate that lube has its place if he hasn’t received for a while but if he’s having constant sex then he doesn’t really see the need to remember to get some every time.

M - Massages

Not a big fan of receiving them but he does like giving his partner a massage, although his hands tend to wander around the waist and around the cock pretty quickly.

N - Nopes

Don’t get jealous of his sex with Joe Keery, that’s a dealbreaker. If you want to get in between them, that’s a different thing entirely but don’t mess with good sex.

O - Oral

Surprisingly, for a bottom, he likes receiving head far more than he likes giving it. Especially when he’s being dominant, he prefers lying back and letting his partner do all the work. He does know how to use his tongue rather well though.

P - Position/Place

He’s a bit basic with his preference for missionary and the bed but that’s just him. He doesn’t mind having sex in other places but he feels most comfortable there.

Q - Quickies

Sure, he’s happy for you to blow him or jerk him off but if the quickie involves just his partner getting off, then he’s less happy. Unless it is a preplanned thing to treat him as a cum-dump for the day or something, he doesn’t appreciate it.

R - Risky

Not the biggest risk taker. Sure, he’s had sex with Keery in the dressing room and you in another dressing room but other than those times, not really.

S - Sexts

Surprisingly, a big sexter, especially when he’s away from you. If you’re one of those people who really like his Eddie Munson character, he’ll get into costume and the wig, then get a photo of his cock out or mooning you.

T - Toys

Nope, those just get in the way of good ole sex. He doesn’t want there to be separate things that you guys have to use. The only exception is if his partner doesn’t have the anatomy to fuck him silly, then he doesn’t mind as long as it is the silicone kind.

U - Underwear

Thong, or commando - not really a fan of how boxers are so tight fitting. He hates being called a stereotypical bottom but it is what it is.

V - Volume

Not the loudest. Although, maybe that has to do with his experience coming from the Stranger Things dressing room with Joe Keery. He does like his partner making noise though, hell, he might fake a moan here and there just to try it out.

W - Wrecking Ball

Fuck him until the bed frame breaks, he can afford to buy a new one. Shove everything off the table if you want to fuck him on it - he doesn’t care.

X - XRay

A good 5 inches, fairly thick and cut. He does trim his pubes fairly short but so that they look aesthetically pleasing.

Y - Yeps

Rough, be rough in bed with him and leave lots of marks on him. He does enjoy when the make-up crew have to cover them up as it reminds him exactly what was done to him.

Z - Zest

Not overly sexual, he’s happy to fuck every day, but rarely twice a day unless he’s got a day off and nothing planned. This doesn’t mean a single fuck, but like, multiple fucks in one sitting.

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[killslumflower]

SEND A DOVE

notes: instead of the constant use of y/n reader is affectionately nicknamed “nessie”

warnings: angst! disheartening mentions of death in detail, blood, heavy emotions in detail such as sadness, anger. Drug use & cursing. Excessive use of flashbacks which are characterized by bold and italic font together in small characters like it’s use in this description.

you stalked into the cafeteria, a pile of fuzzy matted curls, ripped and tattered jeans and an oversized half denim, half leather jacket, it was his. You wore it with pride, assembling it as armor. your black vans barely stepped over the tile, your laces flopped with every step. You hadn’t bother to tie them, you could fall splat in the middle of the floor but The only thing keeping you upright was the mission you had in mind, find Dustin Henderson. You could feel eyes, whispers hushed at your arrival further into the crowded space. they were quiet but not enough for you to miss their words

“what is she doing here?”

“freak girl.”

“She has a lot of nerve.”

“She should be in jail.”

“Nessie?”

“You’re scared of the-“ a fit of laughter cut him short, his long nest of brunette curls falling forward over his face as he doubled over, he couldn’t even repeat it back to you. The amusement of it only pulling laughs. you narrowed your eyes at the sight,“It’s not funny!” Launching your left arm at him, you land a blow at his right shoulder which only deepened his laughter, causing his upper body to fall into that direction dramatically. He landed on his forearm which propped him up

“it’s Litearlly a monster in a lake!”

“ Which we reside at currently!”

You defended, your right arm flinging through the humid air emphasizing your current scenery of lover lakes he was starting to wheeze, you noticed his right arm draping over his stomach clutching his gut his head getting closer to the left side of the truck. “The..Locknest monster.” He stated matter of factily, resting his head on the steel wall haulting his hearty laughter momentarily to suck in a breath. The statement hung in the air for a lone second before his laughter started again, he was shaking the van from his theatrics, his lanky pale legs swinging off the edge and his right thigh knocking into yours. you were starkly embarrassed, dragging another pull from the joint in your hand, You blew smoke at him as another defense against your very real fear. It stopped his laughter again, and he lifted his head, his eyes still shut and creased from the lingering smile he held. He embraced the scent of purple haze, The sentiment you made to attack him with the burning fog failing, as it dissipated past him into the humid air. You pouted, he flickered his eyes open the amusement in his deep brown irises illuminating under the dim light, of the moon. “oh Nessie.” To that you scrunched your eyebrows, your face contouring into disgust at the horrid name he referenced as you. “What?” “Nessie” he repeated in a sing song voice, dragging out the e for a dramatic effect. “No, stop.” You shook your head, raising the joint again. “okay.” He obliged. reaching over, to your hands which slowly lowered after another pull from your lips. His pale ringed fingers in your view, taking the barrier between your hands and his neck. You followed his hands, watching him take his own pull, his eyes never left you. another plan of yours failing, your rigidness melting at the sight of his cheeky smile, you couldn’t kill him. He was too cute to kill. He saw you softening, each pull and blow from his lips you were putty in his hands. He leaned closer, closing the space he made in his fit of laughter. He kissed you, his pouty lips colliding with yours in a short but sweet peck. His taste of bud light bitter on your tongue as you licked the remnants of him away, hungrily. he lingered inches away, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “I love you.” his whisper hot on your Cupid’s bow. a sinister smile creeping on his face “Ed-“ “Nessie.” He finished, the last nail in the coffin. You groaned into the night, pushing him on his chest away from you, another laugh tickling through his throat.

“Nessie..”

Snatching your attention from your thoughts, a hazy view of Dustin appeared in front of you revealing the true voice behind that name, his expression was lost. Eyes holding sorrow, as he looked at the mess you are, you hadn’t realized you were crying until his stubby thumb swiped your cheek to catch a discarded tear. for a moment, and only that you allowed him to comfort you. until the snatch of your body from his grasp, ripped the moment away. “No.” his expression faltered, his blue eyes tracing your face trying to read your emotions. His face was scrunched, cheeks a light pink from flush. He was confused..and hurt. Hurt? He..was hurt? He didn’t know what hurt felt like.

“Damn you Henderson.”

the bite of your voice caused his expression to coil “Nessie not here.” he whispered trying his best to conceal against the watchful eyes.

“Fuck them!”

your voice was loud enough to cut through the conversations around, drawing more attention to you. Dustin grabbed your arm, you fought against and he grabbed again with more force “come on!” He reluctantly pulled you back the way you came, holding you like toddler in a tantrum. the force you pushed against his grasp, was causing him to drag you forward. your eyes danced around the room, catching robin in a laugh with a red head, smearing peanut butter on a piece of bread. when her glare caught yours you shot your unoccupied hand at her your middle finger shooting in the air, wiping the joy from her face, as Dustin pushed on the double towards of the exit and tugged you through.

“Nessie what the hell?” he let his voice elevate in volume when you stepped into the vacant hallway, releasing his hold on your arm you rolled your eyes,

“fuck you.”

Your rage was stirring, his cheeks flushed pink “fuck me?” He didn’t understand

“Nessie I know you’re hurt-“ his voice was soft, attempting to wrap around you like a blanket wanting to warm all of your coldness away, but all it did was light a fire for the feeling to bubble

“You don’t know shit!”

“None of you do..”

you could feel them, the little tears stabbing at your cheeks like glass, breaking into shards down your face

“Why are you here?”

“Nessie it’s our to-“

you shoved his words back in continuing on your rampage

“they hate him!”

“It took two days for all of you to forget the people in this town never cared..”

“to forget him..”

his face hardened

“you think I forgot him?”

“Everybody did!”

“All of you act like he didn’t die, you make peanut butter sandwiches for these people while the news slander his name..”

“where’s Sinclair? Wheeler?-“

“Max is in the hospit-“

It boiled over

“Fuck max!”

Your hand collied with the locker to your left, your rage denting the steel. Dustin’s face broke, he couldn’t believe what was playing out before him “she’s living..and he’s-“

“Dead.”

He finished, just as coldly as you

“I was there remember?”

His voice cracked, but the heat you felt was increasing, piercing through your core too heavily to care, you wanted him to feel it. Wanted them all to feel it, wanted it to spread from your frame into the whole town and burn it to ash.

“We all were.”

Another voice cut through your conversation, Dustin eyes fluttering pass you to the left at the double doors you had just ventured through. You followed his eyes, Steve Harrington. And of course, robin stuck by his side. Her eyes were weary on your face, Steves was hard

“we understa-“

you laughed, a burn in your throat “understand?” the taste was bitter on your tongue,

he was quiet

“understand what? That he can’t graduate? Understand that he died for a stupid town that still blames him for everything? understand that you all let him fight a battle that wasn’t his?..”

you knew the blame wasn’t there’s to take, Eddie was stubborn. And whatever he had in his head that night, you knew no one could ever change. But that didn’t matter.

“Understand!”

silence,

“seems to me I’m the only one who really does.”

before you could gain a response, you were moving, black vans moving so fast you thought you would fall. past the trio, who you knew followed you with eyes but dared to move towards you.

Headed to the only place that made you feel safe,

Eddie’s

.

.

.

A/N: now I won’t lie this was way far from being finished, but due to length and the fact I finally have downtime to write I figured I’d get out of my own head and give you guys a piece of my madness. Please note also, this draft is OLD I started writing thing right after the release of s4 I was afraid it’d never see the day of light, and also that no one would be interested but hey! You’re here :) thank you

Feedback is very much appreciated and hit that follow to see more of my madness because I promise it gets betta!!!

part two shall be coming soon and then to the good stuff ;)

-Gia

#eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson season 4 #eddie munson death #tw anger #tw sadness #tw grief #tw angst #detail #steve harrington #heartfelt #heartwrenching #jospeh quinn #eddie munson x black!oc #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4

[composermadnessofficialpage]

Officially welcoming Royer into the composer madness comic! Enjoy your spot in the sketchbook where you belong, you adorable dude!

#composer madness #new series composer madness #famous composers #welcome to composer madness #traditional art #traditional artist #traditional drawing #traditional illustration #traditional sketch #jospeh nicolas pancrace royer #oc medallion #ocs tina and the medallion #oc tina

[captain-of-the-disiplinary-team]

"SO i think melting loves cool...don't mind the thing I have behind my back it's nothing!"

#oc: joseph #lobotomy corporation rp #lc rp #jospeh do be hiding stuff. #lobotomy corp oc

[hippiejunk]

Another piece for DEPTRU

#my art #K Jospeh #Plank guy #vyyrahk city #vaktovia #roblox oc

[peonierose]

Meet my OC

Author’s note: I’m very excited about officially introducing my OC. We’re both a lot alike, so I really hope you’ll like her just as much as I do.

Book: Open Heart

Name: Luna Valeria Auclair ☾

She got her name Luna because when she was born her hair had a very light shade. As her parents didn’t have a name, they went with Luna.

Nicknames: Luna has a LOT of nicknames.

Lunes & Lu (by Bryce)

Moonbeam (by her grandpa and her dad)

Loonsey & Loon-Moon (by her grandma)

Sugarplum (by Maxine)

Hair color: Blonde and wavy ☾

Height: 5‘0 feet tall ☾

Eye color: blue-green ☾

Occupation: Artist. She now teaches art at University of Hawaii

Love interest: Bryce Lahela ☾

Home town: Honolulu, Hawaii 🌺

Born: June 27th in Honolulu, Hawaii ☾

Parents: Grace Auclair & Brian Auclair ☾

Siblings: None. Luna is an only child ☾

Grandparents (maternal): Angelina Auclair & Grayson Auclair ☾

Aunt & Uncle (maternal): Joanne Auclair & Jospeh Auclair ☾

Cousins: Evie (short for Evangeline) Auclair, Soraya Auclair & Skyler Auclair. They have their own wedding planning business, called ”Sunrise Moments“ ☾

Zodiac Sign: Cancer ♋️ (they’re known as bubbly, caring and empathetic) ☾

Lunas Education:

Luna got her BFA (Bachelor of Fine Arts) at University of Hawaii. She specialized in ceramics, drawing + painting and sculpture ☾

Background:

Lunas parents are both from the Chicago area. Brian worked in finance. He comes from a wealthy family, that’s very strict, and technically he didn’t need this job, but he didn’t want to be like all the other rich people who lived of off their trust fund. He wanted to earn his money.

The day he met Grace, they were both on their lunch break. Grace spilled her coffee on Brian’s shirt and felt so embarrassed. She wanted to pay for dry cleaning, but Brian wouldn’t hear it. Later on they kept talking for what seemed like hours. They promised to see each other again on the next day. They met every day for coffee until Brian had the courage to ask her out. They dated for a while before they became official.

Sadly Brian’s parents didn’t approve of his love with Grace, and they made him choose. Grace wanted to break things off. She didn’t want to be the cause of a rift between his parents. But Brian chose Grace and that’s the last day he spoke to his parents. They disowned him afterwards.

With some savings they both decided they wanted to make a fresh start. Grace quit her job as an English teacher and Brian quit his job in finance. They packed their belongings and moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. Where Brian opened up his flower shop called ”Orchid‘s Paradise“. He always had a knack for flowers.

While Grace works as an English teacher at a local high school. She’s very happy with the life she has with her husband and her miracle Luna.

Background about Luna:

Luna struggles with anxiety and can’t handle large crowds. She’s had help from her family, but also from her therapist. She goes there from time to time. Not as often as she did before she met Bryce.

Art is like therapy for her. That’s why she likes to paint or create to help her relax. Because some days are harder than others.

She quit her job in Boston, because she was bullied by her boss. She didn’t feel good to work in a toxic work environment like that. Bryce wasn’t really happy in Boston either. They both missed home. So they moved back to Honolulu, Hawaii 🌺 Keiki went with them.

More about Luna ☾

Likes

Pizza 🍕

Art (obviously)

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She’s very shy, but with the right people she can be quite adventurous and outgoing (just ask Bryce 😂)

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She loves shaved ice (all flavors)

Devil wears Prada & Mamma Mia are among her favorite movies.

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Brussel spouts

Slow internet 😬

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When she has a panic/anxiety attack.

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#Meet my OC #cwfc #open heart #Luna Valeria Auclair

[sunbitesworld]

MY OC X JOSPEH BLURB

Warnings: ANGST, Satanic ritual, death, mentions of blood and drinking.

"Good Mornin' Angie!" Joseph smiled, walking into his dressing room with two coffee's in hand. "I brought ya some coffee, we've got a long day ahead of- H-Holy shit!"

He dropped the cups, staring up at the horror of his dear friend's corpse. There she was pinned to a giant cross on his dress room wall, upside down and blood dripping from her body.

"A-Angie...C-Come on, this isn't funny Doll. Ya got me, games over-" He reached out to touch her, his eyes widening when he felt how cold she was.

This wasn't one of her pranks, he girl he loved was actually dead. "S-SOMEONE HELP!"

After the police came and sent everyone home Joseph sat on the floor in his room, a bottle of alcohol in his left hand. His hair was a mess, tears streaming down his already puffy red face.

"I wasn't there to protect ya..." He leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a sob. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, Babydoll..." He whispered, looking at the picture of Angie next to him on the floor. "I failed ya..."

#sunshine speaks #sdj jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #sdj joseph x reader #sdj x oc #sdj joseph x oc #oc talk #angst blurb #angst fic #blurb

[writer-of-various]

Hill 493

Ft. Nancy Turner [OC]

/I am planning on recreating the campaign story by putting in my WW2 OC and Joseph Turner's sister, Nancy Turner. I decided on recreating this mission first because I have had some questions on how Nancy would react to her baby brother's death. Might add more, this is simply a rough draft./

Nancy stood by Daniels and Stiles, watching the college kid try to get a reply through the radio. It's been a while since they camped out at an abandoned mill they took over, and Pierson and the others were a no show. The thought of them injured or dead made her stomach churn and when she looks up to meet her baby brother's eyes, she knew they were feeling the same thing.

"Dog one outrider this is dog one six, do you read me over?" Stiles speaks through the radio phone, but all that replies to him is static. He sighs before trying again. "Any and all receiving units, this is dagwood white dog six requesting a comms check. Can you read me over?"

Nancy watches as Joseph goes over to the end of the dirt area, his face one of worry before he pivots to them. He walks over as Stiles grunts in frustration and Daniels looks over to him.

"If you don't mind me sayin' sir, maybe we should head to the assembly point." He says softly, and Nancy frowns when Joseph shakes his head and turns away, walking the other direction.

"Not yet. Pierson'll get here." He says, sounding like he believed the sergeant would come any minute but Nancy knew better. She was there with that stubborn bastard at Kasserine. She knows him too well. Something is wrong.

"Joe," she calls out sternly but he ignores her. Daniels goes after him, calling out "Sir." He goes quiet as he talks to Joseph about something, her eyes watching how her brother seems to pause and look unsure what to say to the young man. She turns her gaze back to Stiles, giving him a small smile as he continues to radio someone in. Thankfully someone answers, Baker, and the news he reports has her blood boiling.

"Pierson is moving to Hill 493, he's gonna take it with some of your boys and 2nd platoon. Get here fast, over." Baker sounds tired and scared, and Nancy cursed under her breath. So much for keeping Pierson on a tight leash.

"We'll be there soon, Baker. Over and out." Stiles stands and rushes over to Joseph and Daniels, Nancy following close behind.

"Lieutenant!" He shouts, getting both their attention. "Just got a transmission from Baker. They're gonna assault Hill 493. Pierson's with 'em."

"What?!" Joseph growls, and Nancy knows shit is about to go down. She wonders if she should warn everyone, Allies and Germans, to stop fighting and get the hell away from Joseph and Pierson– those two are gonna go down brawling each other, and likely bring everyone down with them as collateral damage.

Stiles continues, "He took our guys and second platoon."

Joseph looks over at the other soldiers and nods, Nancy whistling to get them on guard.

"Gear up! Let's move!" He calls out and Nancy repeats after him, making sure all their men grab their packs and weapons and start following Jospeh.

"He's dead." Joseph mumbles under his breath to her and she nods, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"I hope Zussman and Aiello are alright."

×××××

"Come on, boys!" She exclaims, hiking up the hill with Joseph beside her.

"Keep up! Let's go, let's go!" He orders, looking back to make sure his men were alright before looking forward and continuing to push through.

"Maybe Pierson's still at base of the hill." Daniels says, trying to be hopeful, but Stiles scoffs and shakes his head.

"I'm guessing we're way past that!" He replies tiredly, and Nancy knows how true he was at that statement.

Joseph grunts as he makes it to the top, nodding at Nancy who gives him a stern look. "Keep moving, goddammit!" Their boys soon fall in behind them on the top of the hill, some flinching at the loud echoing of gunfire in the distance.

"Sounds like our guys!" Stiles exclaims, and Nancy moves forward, weapon aiming down sights as she walks past a few low tree branches and sees Aiello, her heart jumping in her chest. He sitting leaned against a fallen tree log, his leg clearly wounded with how he's holding onto his right knee. He looks up at the sight of them, a look of relief washing over his face.

"Daniels!" He shouts, his sight on the one of the youngest soldiers in their platoon. They all rush over, Joseph reaching Aiello first.

"You all right?" Daniels asks, watching as Joseph kneels beside Aiello and touches his wounded knee, a look of guilt crossing over his face as he gives Aiello a head to toe exam. Nancy watches with a frown, looking over to the battle happening a small way from them before returning her attention to them.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Where's the rest?" Joseph asks, and Aiello looks at him.

"Pierson took 'em to attack the guns. We begged for reinforcements."

Joseph growls angrily, "Stubborn son of a bitch!"

"Lieutenant, we gotta leave now." Nancy cuts in, and her brother nods, standing reluctantly, afraid of leaving Aiello alone.

"We'll come back for you" Daniels assures the slightly older man, and it makes Aiello smile and nod at them, waving them off.

"Hurry, they need us!" Joseoh calls over to Daniels before running off after Nancy. They barely move a few feet before being bombarded by artillery, the platoon ducking for cover while shooting at the Germans trying to surround them. They push through easily though, Nancy practically a bulldozer as she shoots, reloads with impressive speed, and beats any German that gets too close to her. They race further up the hill, Daniels working hard on gunning down the Krauts and its not long before they are reunited with the rest of the platoon.

"Daniels, you made it!" Zussman calls out happily, smiling at his best friend and Daniels returns it. Joseph and Nancy storm over to Pierson, ducking under his cover and glaring at him.

"Pierson, what the hell were you thinking?!" Joseph shouts.

"I'm stayin' on mission! We need to get our engineer to clear that pillbox!" He points over to where a load of Germans were waiting for them and Nancy reloads her weapon, making sure to grab some extra ammo.

"This isn't over." Joseph means to whisper it, but it's loud enough for his boys to hear and they all wondered what was going to happen to Pierson. They don't dwell on it long, Pierson orders Daniels to escort Parker to plant a charge on a bunker and they were all covering the two soldiers backs until Parker was killed and Daniels took up the job without hesitation. He plants the charge and backs up, calling out to them and once the charge detonates, they storm up to the bunker. Daniles climbs over the rubble first, with Nancy beside him, but they stopped when Joseph grabbed Pierson and glared up at him.

"How many casualties?!" He barked out the order, and Pierson falters for barely a second before regaining his composure. Nancy didn't miss this and felt her heart tear slightly.

"We executed the mission." Pierson says calmly, but it only fuelled Joseph's anger.

"HOW MANY?!" He screams, surprisingly everyone but Nancy and Pierson. The older man pointed down to the hill, glaring back down at the lieutenant.

"Our instructions were to take this hill!"

"You should've waited for us!"

"There wasn't time!"

"What about our men?"

Pierson shouts, "We had orders!" But that wasn't the right thing to say. Joseph punches him hard, his head snapping to the side and blood immediately tricking out, and Nancy moves to interfere but Daniels gently grasps her arm and shakes his head.

"To hell with our goddamn orders!" Joseph growls, watching as Pierson rubs his face and obviously shove down his anger, which surprises Nancy. Usually he would have no problem going full fucking beast on anyone who makes his anger rise to such a level, but Joseph has some affect on everyone: You just can't stay mad at him.

"You think I wanted any of this? Huh? We're cogs in the machine, Joseph. We start going our own way, the whole thing breaks down. When did you forget that?" Pierson is grabbed by the shoulder and forced to look at the platoon by Joseph, his eyes landing on Stiles, who's pale and shaking, then to Zussman, who meets his eyes and gives him a pleading stare, then Daniels, who's eyes are wide and mouth agape at the fact that his Lieutenant punched his Sergeant. Then lastly Nancy, who's eyebrows are furrowed together and eyes dark with warning; a warning for him to not step over anymore lines.

Turner points at them, "These are our men! Our men! When did you forget?"

Artillery rounds go off again, interuppting the heated argument, and Joseph looks over to the direction it came from. Pierson takes the chance, "Those 150s are still firing on our position."

Turner flexes his jaw, clearly not happy, and looks at the platoon. "Keep moving. We're taking them out." He orders lightly before going inside the ruined bunker first. Pierson gives Nancy a look that has her shaking her head, following after her baby brother.

"Daniels, get that door open" Joseph commands and the younger soldier nods, walking up to the metal door and opening it, guiding them into the trenches. "Enemies in the trenches!" Joseph warns, and the platoon gets to work downing the enemies. Nancy and Daniels race over to the first artillery gun, Joseph giving Daniels the command to plant a thermite.

"Back up" Nancy exclaims, gently bringing Daniels backwards while the younger soldier calls out, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

"Bunker dead ahead!"

"There's more guns up ahead. Keep moving!"

"We got this, boys!"

The words of motivation helped them zero in one the second bunker, clearing it of any German soldiers. Daniels opens the door leading to the last of the 150s, Joseph walking past him into the trenches.

"This is it! Last 150s!" Joseph calls out and Pierson points towards the field above the trenches.

"Krauts are everywhere! We need to sweep this area before hitting the 150s! Mop 'em up!" He warns and Joseph curses under his breath before turning to his platoon.

"Clear the area!" He orders.

Pierson adds in, "Don't let up!"

The platoon gives the two a chorus of "Yes sirs" before charging at the enemy, Nancy and Zussman jumping out of the trench to kill those above while Stiles and Daniels swept the trench, killing all the soldiers in a short matter of time.

"Enemies down. Hit the last guns!"

Daniels runs over to one of the artillery guns and plants a thermite charge in it. "Charge is planted!" He backs up and the artillery gun explodes, but peace doesn't end for long as more Germans forces appear from the woods, including a tank.

"Find cover!" Pierson shouts and the platoon moves back into the trenches. Joseph yells more commands while they defend their position, killing as many enemies as they can. Daniels grabs a thermite from his pack and runs up to the tank, planting the thermite and quickly jumping back as it explodes.

"Tank is still moving!" Stiles warns, and Daniels curses. He grabs another thermite, stepping back into the trenches as the platoon covers him before rushing back into the tank and throwing the last thermite inside it. He's about to jump off when it explodes early, knocking him down onto the ground, the breath leaving his lungs as he watches with wide eyes as the tank begins to slide down towards him. He couldn't get up, fear eating at him as he crawls backwards, and he prepares for antagonizing death when an explosion stops the tank from going any further. Daniels, and the platoon, look to their rights to see a familiar tank approaching.

"It's Perez!" Stiles shouts in relief. Of course it didn't last long. The mostly ruined German tank fires upon Perez, destroying his tank completely. He and his crew began to leave the tank, but most are burned to death while others began to be under fire from approaching enemies.

"He's hit!" Zussman cries out, moving to help them but Nancy shakes her head and pulls him back, trying to reassure herself silently that Perez is okay, he's going to be okay, he's a survivor.

Daniels, still on the ground drowning with shock and fear, looks back to the German tank and sees the crew of the tank crawl out from underneath the tank, but before any danger can be appointed at him, Joseph runs over and kills them. He then turns to Daniels and looks relieved he's okay, offering his hand to help him stand.

"It's okay. I got you, son." He says softly, and Daniels feels his eyes well up with his emotions, and as he reaches his hand up to the offering hand, a shot rings out. Joseph is shot in the back.

"Lieutenant!" Daniels cries out as Joseph falls on top of him, his body going limp as the older man whimpers at the excruciating pain, blood leaving him like a stream. Shit, shit, shit.

There's a surviving German (the tank commander, his mind supplies), a pistol in his hand as he jumps off the tank, wobbly on his legs as he sways while reloading his pistol. He's murmuring something in German, and Daniels wishes Zussman was there to translate, but he isn't going to let this man live, not when he hurt Joseph. Daniels grabs Joseph's revolver in its holster and fires at the tank commander, hitting him in the leg. He drops to the ground, and Daniels doesn't hesitate to shot the German in the head. A bunch of footsteps come up from behind him, and he knows it's his platoon at the noises of shock.

"Turner!" Pierson yells, cursing when there's more and more soldiers coming from the forest and he takes cover behind the tank. Daniels gently shoves Joseph off of him, inspecting the gun wound. "Enemy reinforcements, fall backs!"

Daniels turns Turner over and checks his front, seeing the bullet went straight through. Fuck.

"I'm not, not gonna make it. Leave me." Turner begs softly, breathing heavily in pain.

Daniels shakes his head, "I got you!"

Daniels grabs Turner from behind and begins dragging him to cover while he holds off the Germans with Turner's revolver. More German forces arrive and exchange fire with the platoon.

Turner cries out, "GO!" But the platoon ignores him, begging to whatever is out there that they can get him out alive. Stiles looks over at the other side of the trench to see Nancy and Zussman holding off as many Germans as they can, some coming close to them but Nancy growls and takes out her knife to stab them ruthlessly.

Daniels drags Joseph to cover, the lieutenant screaming in pain. "Aaaaah!"

"Stay with me!" Daniels orders, dragging him behind some sandbags and rechecking his wound. He notices how the older man seemed fo shut his eyes and yelled out, "Turner!"

Zussman and Nancy continue to fire at the Germans, witnessing the deaths of many of their friends, before the young man looks over to where he last saw Daniels and stopped firing at the sight of an injured Joseph.

"Nancy, Joseph!" He yells, and the woman stops firing to look where he's looking at and her blood runs cold. They sprint over to the rest of the squad.

"Lieutenant!"

"JOSEPH!" Nancy's scream echoes the forest as she falls to her baby brother's side, not knowing where to place her hands at first but opts to hugging his side. He hugs her back weakly, knowing his next few words are going to break her and Pierson. He looks at her then Pierson, trying to muster up the energy to speak.

"You gotta get our boys outta here." He tries to say it as an order, but it comes out weak. Pierson shakes his head.

"No, we can still make it."

Nancy nods, "We aren't leaving you, Joe, just–"

Joseph shakes his head, "You have to - you have to retreat." He grabs his submachine gun and hands it to Pierson, who readies it.

"No. We ain't leaving you here." Pierson says, watching as Nancy shakes her head and holds onto her brother tighter but he pulls out of her grasp.

"Nancy, please."

"NO!" At this he turns back to Pierson.

"You get me up, I'll hold 'em off."

Pierson hesitates, looking at the platoon and their destroyed expressions and Nancy, who's crying and trying to beg her baby brother, and Joseph, who's willing to risk everything so they can escape unscathed. A true hero, a true leader, a true man.

"You have to go. Go!" Turner's order is loud and commanding and Pierson knew the longer they stayed, they would be all be killed. He hands back Joseph's submachine gun to him and looks at him sadly.

"It was an honor." He says quietly, but Joseoh gives a weak smile and nods, indicating he heard and felt the same. He turns to Nancy and kisses her cheek, hugging her one last time.

"I love you, Joseph."

"I love you, Nancy." He turns to Pierson and nods.

"No sacrifice too great. Go."

Pierson pauses for a second, his body trembling as he feels like throwing up but he looks at his platoon. "Fall back!"

Daniels shakes his head, "Sergeant!" He begs.

Zussman bites back his emotions, knowing he had to help Pierson get the rest out alive. For Joseph. "Move! Move!"

"Fall back! I said fall," Pierson growls as he and Zussman grab Daniels and drag him away, even though he struggled to break free.

"You can't do this!" He screams at Pierson.

Pierson shouts back, "That was an order, goddamnit!"

"No! No!"

The retreating platoon watches as the Turner siblings shared one more moment, Nancy helping her brother stand and firing at the Germans.

"Joseph..."

"I got this, sis. I got this. Protect them, m-make sure Pierson doesn't d-do anything...keep our boys in line."

"I will, I promise you." She kisses his forehead, shoots at the Germans a few more times, then runs after the platoon, trying to not let her heart make a decision for her. She made a promise.

The platoon watches as Joseph fires at the enemy, killing one soldier but a shot is returned, forcing him to drop his gun.

"No!"

Joseph looks back at his platoon one more time, his eyes reassuring them, telling them its okay, before he's shot dead by a German soldier. Joseph's body lies lifeless in the mud and rain as German troops pass by him, some stepping on him carelessly as they chase after the retreating platoon.

A platoon of broken hearts.

#cod ww2 #nancy turner #1st Infantry Division #call of duty #cod rewrite #hill 493 #cod joseph turner #william pierson #ronald red daniels #robert zussman #frank aiello #drew stiles

[i-eat-worlds]

Alex & Friends Part 16-Stitches

this one’s actually pretty sweet.

cw: graphic depictions of injuries and care of, stitches, touch of angst, medical stuff, caretaker turned whumpee

“What’d they do?” Eric asked as he tore open a package of gauze. The rest of the van was dead silent as they drove back, partially because everyone was exhausted, but also because Joseph had pulled out The Glare seemingly at random.

“Not my story to tell,” Joseph said simply. He grunted as Eric pressed the gauze onto the wound, then wrapped a bandage around it.

“You sure?” Eric tapped the bandage down. “If there's something I can do…” He’d known Joseph for nearly a decade, and that pissed off, protective stare was a rare occurrence. Those heroes had definitely hurt someone that Joseph cared about.

“I’m sure,” Joseph said, then quickly downed three ibuprofen.

Eric had sometimes wondered if the stare was powered because of the way it seemed to unease anybody and everybody, but it didn’t really matter as long as he didn’t use it on allies that they needed to stay under the radar.

“I trust you, and if there's nothing we can do, there's nothing we can do,” Eric said as he zipped the medical bag back up, “but, we’re guests here. We have to play nice, yeah?”

“Yes, sir,” Joseph replied, nodding his head.

*** When they returned to the safe house, Joseph grabbed a change of shirt and some wound care supplies before heading straight to the bathroom. It hadn’t looked too bad when he’d gotten it, but he needed to examine it properly to be sure. As long as it didn’t need stitches, he’d be happy.

Ignoring how his injury protested, he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. After pulling on a pair of gloves, he cut away the bandages to reveal the wound. It’d at least stopped bleeding, but that would most likely change when he cleaned it. He scrubbed some of the dried blood away from the edge of the wound so he could better see the edges, then used the mirror to get a better look.

He grumbled when he saw the lobules of fat that were peeking out from the bottom of the wound. There would be no avoiding the stitches, then. The edges were clean, and it hadn't been horribly contaminated. It’d still need a thorough cleaning, but he wouldn’t be picking gravel out of it. Small wins.

Dodging the faucet, he positioned his upper arm over the sink, then grabbed the squirt bottle o the counter. He squeezed the bottle, repositioning the stream every so often to make sure the entire wound got cleaned. The pressure had dislodged several clots, and it had started bleeding again. Light pink water ran off his arm and into the sink, swirling around the drain before disappearing.

It was only when Joseph reached for his suturing supplies when he realized a major problem. He only had one hand. Because of the location of the injury, he couldn’t use his left hand, and that meant he couldn’t suture it on his own. Sighing, he pressed some gauze over the wound and used his elbow to open the bathroom door.

“Eric, are you free?” He said, standing in the doorway. “I need some help.”

Eric looked up from his paperwork. “Sure, what do you need help with?”

“I’m down a hand, and this thing needs stitches.” He said, watching Avia’s face cringe. They didn’t handle needles well. “Sorry to drag you from your paperwork.”

“It’s okay, I’d be happy to help,” He set down the mound of documentation that he’d never escape from. “It’s been hot second though,”

Joseph shrugged. He’d be the one actually stabbing into his flesh, though knot tying could be difficult.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I could do it?” The voice came from the couch. It was Alex, sitting to keep pressure off her injured hip. “Before I went into Intelligence, I trained in the medical corps.” She paused, uncomfortable. “I could help, if you’d be okay with that.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” That explained her strange prociency at her own wound care then.

She shut the bathroom door behind them, then turned to face him. “How do you wanna play this?”

He kept his hand firmly clamped over his arm as he spoke. “I’ll use my good hand for the needle driver, you’ll be my temporary left hand with the forceps.”

“Alright,” she started pulling on a pair of gloves. “You think it’d be easier sitting in the tub?”

Joseph nodded. “Yeah, probably don’t want to be standing the whole time.” He carefully lowered himself down while Alex got the supplies ready.

He set his elbow down on the side of the tub. “I’ve already cleaned it, just needs stitched.” He said.

“I figured,” she said, peeling the tape off the sterile blue fabric. He moved his arm out of the way so she could slide it underneath, then set it back down. Carefully, she balanced the tools on the side of the tub.

“Did you ever get your heart?” He used his head to gesture towards the tattoo on his wrist.

“Nah. Got pulled before I finished my rotations.” She uncapped the pre-drawn syringe of lidocaine, then flicked it a couple of times.

“What rotation?” He asked, mainly as a distraction for the discomfort he knew was coming.

“ICU,” She paused, lining up the syringe. “Heads up,” She warned, then started to numb his arm.

The lidocaine burned a little as it went in. “That’s a crazy one, yeah.”

Alex recapped the syringe, then tucked it into the sharps bin on the counter. “Was my first rotation, too.”

Joseph raised his eyebrows. “Little bit of baptism by fire,”

She opened the packet of sutures and gripped the needle with its holder. “Lots of baptism by fire.” She chuckled a little, then handed him the instrument.

Joseph took the needle holder from her hand, sliding his fingers into the correct position. “I was one of the lucky ones.” After selecting his angle of attack, he pushed the needle into his skin. “Got to start in PT.”

“Lucky one indeed,” She grabbed the needle with her forceps and pulled it the rest of the way through the skin. They worked together to tie it into a knot.

“Are you gonna go back and finish?” He waited for Alex to pinch the skin together with the forceps before he made the second stitch.

“Dunno,” she shrugged. “Maybe. Haven’t really got out that far.” They cinched the second knot down.

“If you wanna, I’d be glad to have you for your mentorship.” Joseph said, placing the third stitch.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it.” The forceps clinked as they tied another knot.

They fell into a comfortable silence, working carefully to close the wound. Her hands were steady and sure, obviously practiced. Joseph couldn’t help but wonder how much of that practice had been on herself. Intelligence was notorious for lacking medical support.

“All done,” she declared after they finished the final knot. She swapped out her forceps for scissors and cut off the excess thread, along with the needle.

“Thanks for the help,” Joseph said, setting the needle holder down. His hand was a little sore from the unorthodox position.

“No problem.” Alex covered the stitches with a bandage, then tapped it down with much more ease than he would’ve had one handed.

Alex pulled her gloves off and dropped them in the trash can. “I dearly hope there's food out there.”

“There probably is. Sil is always absolutely ravenous after a mission.” He tossed all of the wrapping, packing, and used gauze into the bin before he removed his own gloves.

The dull ache was returning to his arm as the lidocaine wore off. “After you eat, I need to look at your hip again.”

She gave him a thumbs up. “After I eat.”

“After you eat.” He promised.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @sassafrassmoke

#worlds babbles #whump #medical whump #wound care #injury whump #blood #stitches #whump writing #Alexoc #Jospeh oc #this is one of my faves #they’re bonding!

[lapiseditcorner]

haruki[oc]: I’m too short to kiss my boyfriend on the lips, what should I do?

jotaro: Kick him in the stomach, and then when he doubles over, kiss him!

avdol: Trip him.

polnareff: Dump him.

jospeh: Kill him.

dio: LITERALLY DON’T DO ANY OF THAT SHIT JUST ASK ME TO BEND DOWN JESUS

#jjba oc #jojo's bizarre adventure #joseph joestar #jjba #jjba part 3 #jjba jotaro #jjba dio #jjba avdol #shoujo #dio brando #shounen

[mindofharry]

#he is so HOT #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #jospeh quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson blurb

[soaplilgirl]

Fictober 2023 ⸻ Day one.

➜ I'm really in a good mood for writing so I'll get down to work, in fact I'll also do the event in Spanish but with other prompts of my own.

I should clarify that half everything is original work, half fanfiction because I will do this also the couple I like for rosie so it will be that too within the Call Of Duty Modern Warfare universe.

Prompt— “it’s not too late, don’t go.”

TW: Character Death, mentions of blood; body thrown into the river and burnt.

Jospeh took a breath of air, holding it for seconds in a foolish effort to stop the pain in his abdomen.

But it didn't.

Blood trickled down his hundred, dried traces of blood lay on the sides of his nose, the product of the countless blows he had received at the time of his capture.

He had resisted the first part of the interrogation. Perhaps it had been months, or days, or… he really couldn't remember. His spirits had dropped considerably, of course, as was to be expected. But his duty, honour and loyalty were hard to break. No, he would not sell his country, not his brothers, not his daughter. His poor, sweet daughter who had cried her eyes out when she had parted from him.

Trembling, he wiped away the subtle tear that had slipped down that dirty, bruised cheek. How he wished it was all just a nightmare, to wake up in his warm home, on that bed that had long witnessed the love he had given to his late wife. To get up and go and watch his little sprout, his sunflower, sleep. But no, he was in that dirty, cold basement, with strangers hurting him, hurting him.

"It's not too late, let's go." A little voice had whispered in his head, his eyes quickly moved towards the exit, there were two guards and the pace did not change steadily. Yes, it would be easy, he just had to wait for dusk. But if he did that there would be no better chance than now.

It was of course, an uneven fight but almost in order, he had knocked them both out and was even able to grab a weapon. Though all seemed to be going smoothly, it was not so. His tormentor, his captor. It was there, right in front of him. Joseph swallowed nervously at the quiet steps he was taking towards him. He blinked, and swung the knife forward.

It didn't work, tried to repeat the movements, but his body was exhausted and adrenaline had quickly left his body, his movements were slow, and it was too late.

A burnt body in the river was found by the team where John Price had been sent. A recovery mission Price heard. They had been late, two hours late. Maybe, maybe if they had been quick…. The missing pinky finger and those dog tags only identified one person.

Knox. J. A. 213405 01/12/1974. O+. CE.

The flames had consumed everything, everything except that metal to identify it.

John Price took a deep breath coming out of the place, the man had been a newcomer to the academy when he left the academy ready to serve.

A young man who heard he had a daughter, and boasted of the fact that he had the most precious one. Dreams and hopes shattered by the ravages of war.

→ I reiterate! There will be parts where it will only be original and fanfiction because I have several ocs with stories in the Call of Duty universe including rosie and this helps me to get out of the block I have for her story.

c:

#fictober23 #fanfiction. #JohnPrice.

[ahoge-fish]

"How the Crusaders would draw Alex"

As soon as I saw _6wickedwitch9_'s video on instagram, I had to do the same but with Alex HAHAHAHAH

#jjba sdc #sdc oc #alexandra parker #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #yanyu tee #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad abdul #jospeh joestar