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wosoamazing · 3 months

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Injuries & Panic

Summary: Leah gets injured, and you panic

Warnings: head injury (unconsciousness), panic attack, mentions of hospitals and ambulances

A/N: might do a second part to this, can't decide. Hope you like it

It was the 94th minute of the game, you were halfway through extra time, when you earned a corner kick. This was it, the moment you could pull ahead, break the even 2-2, and Chelsea wouldn’t have the chance to make a comeback. As you stepped up to the corner, you took a deep breath, you had done these every day in training since you started, it was just that they were waiting for the right moment to use you in set pieces, and it was decided that today would be the day, to try and throw Chelsea of their game, and it had worked. You took three steps back, before going in and kicking the ball, you delivered it seamlessly into the box when the ball connected with someone’s head, and that was it, the net rippled as the ball hit it, you had beaten Chelsea and now sat at the top of the ladder, you were most likely going to win the WSL. But no one was cheering, no one was celebrating, all eyes in the stadium dropped to the player on the floor, the player that was not moving, medics were on the field in record time, you still didn’t know who it was, in the commotion of your kick you didn’t see who’s head it was that reverberated off the goal post, who dropped to the floor with a dull thud, a tell-tale sign they were unconscious, that was until some of the girls stepped aside to allow the medics to get in.

“Le” your voice cracked at the sight of your big sister laying lifeless on the pitch. Your cry for your big sister must’ve been louder than you thought, as Beth turned around, her eyes connected with yours for a brief second, they were filled with water. You just bolted straight past the bench, straight past Jonas, down the tunnel and into the locker room, trying to just escape reality, tears started streaming down your face as you thought about your big sister. You didn’t care there were still minutes to play, how could you keep playing after seeing her like that, but somehow no one minded, no one tried to stop you, not the officials, not your teammates, not even Jonas. The ref had called time, but you didn’t know that you were oblivious to your surroundings, so wrapped up in your own thoughts.

You curled up in a tight ball in front of your locker, your chest tightened with every second that passed by, simultaneously the room was closing in on you whilst also spinning, you thought you might be sick, you thought you might pass out, your whole body was shaking. You couldn’t get the image of her just lying there not moving out of your head. In that moment you wished it was you laying on that pitch lifeless and not her, you couldn’t face the thought of living without your big sister, she was your world, your universe, you whole world would come crumpling down without her. What if she didn’t wake up, what if something happens and she is no longer her, what if she doesn’t remember.

You were so in your head that you didn’t hear Beth’s calls for you, you didn’t hear Beth’s footsteps behind you, you didn’t hear her panting as she tried to catch up to you, you didn’t hear the door open only a few seconds after it shut behind you, so when Beth lightly put a hand on your knee, you jumped, you threw your head up, your eyes were glassed over, you were like a deer in the head lights. Beth touch brings you out of your thoughts and back to your current surrounds, and the current moment in time.

“Hey little one, it’s okay, they are looking after her, she will be okay” Beth says as she joins you on the floor, sitting just in front of you. But what if she isn’t you think to yourself getting more worked up.

“Do you want a hug?” this time it was Steph, you didn’t even notice she was there let alone on the floor with you as well. You nod shakily and she pulls you into her lap, “can you take some deep breaths for me?” you follow her lead and take a few big breaths, your chest doesn’t feel tight anymore, but you are still shaking, and the room is still spinning a little bit. You burry your wet tearstained face into her chest and sit there for a moment.

“Hey Y/N/N, can you look at me?” Beth asks, you turn your head towards her, “good girl, now can you tell me five things you can see?”

You are a little confused at why she is asking this but you just follow along “Um, uhh, S-Steph, Y-Y-You, Th-the S-speaker, The d-door and K-katie” you stutter through sniffles and sobs, the two girls look up to see Katie standing at the door, who has come to see if she can help.

“Good girl, now what are four things you can feel?” “S-steph, the a-air blo-blowing, y-your hand, and-d, my, my shirt,” you wipe your face, noticing that the tears have stopped.

“Okay, now three things you can hear,” “Y-you, Steph’s breathing, and Katie’s typing,” you look over to Katie who is frantically typing away on your phone, you don’t why she is doing it though, but it makes you smile a little.

“Almost done, two things you can smell,” “Umm, Steph’s perfume and, and, and eww, Katie’s feet” your stuttering has stopped as you have calmed down, however Katies feet do really smell, the girl has taken her boots off and her feet are rank, “Katie! Did you have to,” Beth complains before continuing “and finally one thing you can taste,” “Salt” you reply referring to the salty-ness your tears have left in your mouth.

“Do you feel better now bug?” Steph asks, you just nod, knowing they already know the answer, your tears have stopped, you have stopped stuttering and you were no longer shaking.

“What happened?” you ask, “I think you were having a panic attack little one, but you are all good now.”

After a few minutes the door slams open disturbing your peace, Lia and Viv quickly rush in, and get changed. “They’re about to load her up in the ambulance, we’re going to go with her, we’ll keep you updated,” Lia informed everyone as she placed a pair of trackies on, you look up at Beth and she knew what you wanted to know, “How is she, just tell it straight,” Beth asks, the girls know that you just like the facts straight whether they are harsh or not, you just want to know the straight truth with no fluff, the same way your sister does.

“She’s awake,” Viv replied you could feel the relief in the room but you knew there would be a but, there always is, Lia looks at you and you can feel the but coming “But she is still very out of it” Lia tells you, you nod at her and send her a small weak smile as to say thank you for not sugar coating it.

“We’ll get your bags don’t worry about it,” Katie said, and just like that they left the room to go be beside your sister.

Beth turned to look at you before she spoke, “I think you’ll come home with me and stay the night, you can sleep in the spare room” she paused “if that’s alright with you, some of the girls can stay over too if you want.” Knowing the girls will want to see Leah and if they were with you, they would have an excuse to go see her.

“Um, yes please, if that’s okay,” you looked at her for reassurance as she nodded “could we maybe go now?”

“Let’s have showers first, hey, I don’t know about you, but Beth really stinks” Katie replied causing you to laugh.

“Uh no Katie, I think you’ll find that its actually your feet that stink” Steph remarked causing everyone in the room to burst out laughing.

You all quickly had showers and boarded the bus. You sat next to Alessia, with Kyra sitting across from you both, usually you only ever sat with the pair if you wanted to cause trouble and be loud, but everyone knew that wasn’t the case, no one felt like causing trouble or being loud today, everyone was too worried about their teammate and too focused on trying to keep her little sister as happy as one can be given the circumstances. You feel asleep almost instantly, you were tired not just physically from playing your first full 90 minutes but also emotionally.

Beth, Steph and Katie would’ve preferred if you sat with them so they could keep a closer eye on you, make sure you were alright after what happened in the changing room, but they knew Alessia would look after you, but they were still worried, so Beth sent her a message.

Beth: Hey, how is she?

Alessia: Fine, I think. Currently Sleeping

Beth: Okay, let us know if she wakes up and you need help :)

Alessia: Will do.

When you arrived back at the colony Alessia shook you gently to wake you up.

“Lessi,” you said sleepily.

“mmm”

“You’re a really comfy pillow. You know that” you informed her, the girls around you let out a slight giggle, you clearly had a very good sleep leaning on Alessia’s shoulder as you seemed to still be half asleep.

Beth guided you to her car, she struggled a little bit as your half-asleep figure leaned on her and she carried both of your bags, she opened the passenger door for you before chucking your bags in back saying bye to the others. Katie, Steph and Caitlin were going to meet you at Beth’s. Beth opened her door and hoped in, she was about to ask you if you wanted to control the music when she realised you had already fallen asleep, so she instead opted for a silent drive home. Pulling into the drive she was relieved to see that the others were already there, she purposely went around the block a few times so she would have help getting you inside. As she stepped out of the car Katie yelled “What took you so long?”

“Shh,” she said putting a finger over her lips before gesturing to your fast asleep body and continuing “does someone want to take her inside?”

Katie picked you up and took you inside, placing you on the spare room bed, before heading out to the lounge where the others were sitting.

“What should we watch?” Caitlin asked, knowing that they wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon, awaiting an update from either Lia or Viv.

#woso community #woso #woso fanfics #arsenal wfc #woso x reader #woso imagine #awfc #awfc x reader

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themagnustournament · 1 year

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Redemption Round 2 - Match 57

We finally come to the last day of Redemption Round 2! We start the day with Distant Cousin, which has earned a total of 220 votes so far, 76 of which came from Round Two. It's up against The Tale of a Field Hospital, which earned 211 votes in Round One!

MAG 078 - Distant Cousin | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Lawrence Moore, regarding something that was not his cousin.

MAG 068 - The Tale of a Field Hospital | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Joseph Russo regarding a book allegedly authored by Sir Frederick Treves.

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brinconvenient · 9 months

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This is a long tale, but I appreciate you taking the time to meet my friend Chris and help her out if you can.

TL;DR: my friend, an elderly queer woman I met when she was homeless just lost everything she owns in a fire at her first permanent home she had after becoming unhoused. Luckily, she and her cat were not home at the time. Please help if you can by donating or boosting.

This is a queer elder who needs our help. I'm hoping tumblr can come through for her

https://www.gofundme.com/f/fire-took-chris-baileys-home-they-need-help

Here's the long tale:

A friend of mine just lost everything except herself, her cat and the clothes on her back to a fire at her apartment (her first after being homeless for years) on Friday. We learned yesterday that nothing from her apartment is recoverable. Please help!

(Long post with cute cat pictures behind the readmore)

I met Chris one Sunday afternoon after driving past her three times as she sat on a bench outside our local library after closing. I stopped to ask if she needed a ride, and found out that she was homeless, staying in motels when her SSI came in and on the street when it ran out.

As the years have passed, I've learned a lot about her. Despite her parents kicking her out at 17 when she was outed to them as gay, she went back to school and became a social worker, working in several Chicago hospitals through the 80s and 90s, and, like a lot of queer women in the caring fields at that time, tended to and provided comfort and care for (among others) so many gay men, young and old, living with and dying from AIDS, from the earliest days of the disease through the availability of the triple cocktail and to the brighter days of hope.

Through it all, she had relationships with women in a time where that was something that wasn't always safe to do. Some were good, some bad, and some resulting in her losing nearly everything, but she struggled through. She quit social work in 99 or 2000 when her mom got sick and passed away, and then stayed out of the workforce to care for her dad until he passed in 2006. Those experiences impacted her deeply, and she became permanently disabled during that period, leaving her living on SSI, and struggling with her own mental health. She eventually lost her condo, and bounced in and out of apartments and motels.

When I met her in Sept 2019, I helped her get back into the motel she'd been staying at and bridging her to her next check and then making sure that she could stay there, and reliably get her maintenance meds and start rebuilding her life and credit.

This is her and everything she owned as we left her hotel room for the final time on Valentine's Day 2022.

The cat there is Bailey, her constant companion since they adopted each other in September 2021. They've both been through a lot and are absolutely the picture of "Who rescued whom?"

We started having biweekly dinners and I worked with her creditors and tried to get her credit score back into a good place, and helped her get banked and fixed up with access to the Internet and just help her feel more solid and stable in her life.

Just over 2 years later, in February 2022, we were finally able to get her into a senior independent living apartment, her first permanent home since about 2017. She had no furniture, but with some secondhand pickups and occasional pickups, we got her something resembling a home.

It wasn't perfect, and she had her grumbles, certainly, but it was her home. It was a place that she could launch from to recover and consider moving some place even better, if she chose.

However, Friday, July 14, Bailey had an afternoon vet appointment. Everything was fine when we left, but when we got home, with Bailey in a carrier in the backseat, we were shocked to see what looked like a million emergency vehicles & a whole lot of seniors sitting on the grass.

Chris and Bailey came with me to take my daughter into the city that evening, giving the situation 2 hours to develop and for us to get more information. We heard a few newsradio updates and saw this story on abc7, getting the sinking feeling that that balcony looked too familiar.

When we got back from the city, we were able to drive around the back of the building and confirm that this was her apartment.

We were able to get back to the building on Tuesday and get into the apartment to get her medications, but everything is water damaged from the sprinkler system (with all of its stagnant water) and the firehoses. All her furniture. All her clothes. Her bed. Her degrees. Gone.

Everything she owned is gone. She literally owns less now than when she was homeless. She's despairing and trying her best to keep it together, but she's lost so many homes in her life, going back to when she was 17 and her parents found out she is gay and kicked her out.

This all feels like too much. Please help. Please donate what you can, and share where you're able.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/fire-took-chris-baileys-home-they-need-help

#queer #queer elder #lesbian #lgbtqia #fire #schaumburg #apartment #lgbtqia+#unhoused #homeless #Please help #crowfund

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dfortrafalgar · 14 days

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings. (Me: i'm going to take a few days off to rest my head and proofread! Also me: *literally cannot rest without posting another chapter*)

The final arc of this story has officially begun!

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 21

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Law knew exactly what was in the large, secured envelope the second he pulled it out of his mailbox in the lobby. A large stamp accompanied by a handwritten address bar and an official wax seal holding the packet together made his grands grow clammy with anxiety as he took the elevator back up to the apartment, dreading opening the parcel to reveal the contents inside. He hadn’t even consumed anything from the hefty packet in his hands, but already he was plagued with an overwhelming guilt. With trembling fingers, he hunched over the kitchen counter and pulled the seal off of the envelope, flipping it open and removing the papers contained within.

New World Healthcare Dear TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW, On behalf of your colleagues at New World Healthcare, we are delighted to invite you as an esteemed guest to the annual International Medical Multi-Specialty Conference hosted this year in Wano Kuni’s Flower Capital from August 15th - August 20th. Due to your extensive contributions to the field of cardiothoracic surgery, you are being offered the opportunity to speak as part of a cardiovascular surgery demonstration panel. We believe that attendees from the world’s most esteemed institutions would benefit greatly from your expertise, and your contribution to the conference will be unparalleled. Please send your notice of attendance to: NEW WORLD HEALTHCARE CORPORATION 321 PORTGAS DRIVE NEW MARINEFORD, NW 00021

“Fuck…” the black-haired man muttered under his breath. His head shot up at the sound of the lock in the front door turning signaling your return from work, watching with a forlorn expression as you pushed open the door and entered your apartment with a smile.

“Oh, hi, baby!” you called excitedly as you kicked off your shoes. You noticed almost instantly how pensive his expression was, however, and you were quick to drop your bag and cross the floor to be by his side. “What’s the matter?”

Law pulled out one of the chairs of your kitchen table, plopping himself down into it with a huff as he passed the letter over to you. He watched through weary eyes as you scanned the paper, taking in the esteemed words of recognition written to him by his hospital’s conglomerate. He pinched the bridge of his nose in his fingers, trying to fight the tension headache that was brewing in his frontal lobe.

“Law, this is amazing!” you cheered, pulling out another chair to sit across from him. “This is such an honor to speak at a conference this big!” You gazed at your husband, concern flushing your features. “Why are you upset? This is a dream come true for you.”

Your husband trailed his hand down his face before it dropped onto the wooden table with a thunk. “I know… it’s just… that’s the week you’re supposed to have your transfer done.”

Your own expression fell at the revelation, your heart aching at the sight of your husband’s uncomfortableness with not being able to be with you during your egg implantation procedure. You had already started your ovarian stimulation injections a few days prior, and Law insisted on being able to make as many of your appointments as he could, not wanting to miss a single event with you after your second miscarriage. He wasn’t there to protect you, and he’d be damned if he let you suffer alone ever again should anything happen.

“Baby…” you called, reaching your arm over the table to grasp his hand. “I wouldn’t want you to miss this event just because of me. This is such an incredible opportunity, one you’ve dreamed about since you were in medical school!”

“I know…” your husband sighed, taking your hand and brushing his inked digits over the glass ring on your right ring finger. “I just… I just don’t feel good… missing your procedures.”

His words made you stand from your seat, walking around the table to sit in the chair closest to him so you could fully grasp his hand, tethering yourself to his nervous form. “Law, look at me,” you pleaded.

Your husband’s anxious, golden eyes flicked over to your face, assessing your features. You were focused, concentrated, almost daring in your expression.

“I have our friends to help me if I need it. I could always have Ikkaku or Shachi or Penguin come with me for the transfer and help out with the dog. I know you want to be there, and I want nothing more than for you to be there, too. But I also don’t want you to miss this opportunity just because of me,” you explained.

“It wouldn’t be ‘just because of you,’” he sighed, repeating your words. “Nothing I do for you is ‘just because.’”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your chest clenching. You hadn’t even realized how inwardly self deprecating your phrase had been, but even still, you clung to your resolve. “I know… I just really wouldn’t feel comfortable if you passed up this chance. I can tell you want to go, Law. I can see it.”

Law’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his steely eyes darted away from your gaze. He clenched your hand harder.

“I want you to go and experience this. We’ll be able to call each other every single day, and I’ll send you constant updates and pictures. It’ll be like you never left!” you explained, hoping to draw some relief or contentment out of your husband’s clearly troubled mind.

Your enthusiastic grin did, in fact, do wonders to loosen Law’s worries as you watched his shoulders hunch ever so slightly and his jaw unclench. He released a deep sigh from his lungs as he leaned into you, touching your shoulder with his. “You’d really be okay if I left for that week?”

You nodded. “I’d be even more okay if you brought me home some authentic snacks from the Flower Capital!”

Law’s lips finally curled into that genuine smile you loved so much as he snorted out a laugh at your request. “I’ll need to bring an extra carry-on bag for all the gifts I can bring home to you.”

You giggled, throwing your arms around your husband’s neck, much more excited at the prospect of him deciding to attend his dream conference. “I’m so proud of you, Law. You’ve become such a big name in the medical world that you’re being invited to speak at a conference…” your voice was almost dreamy as you spoke. “My husband… a big shot in Wano… I almost wish I could go with you just so I can rub it into everyone’s face,” you added with a mischievous smile.

Law pulled you closer to him, lightly pinching his fingers against the soft flesh of your hip and making you squeal in surprise. “I’ll change my phone wallpaper to a picture of you, so if anyone looks they’ll know that I’ve got a smokeshow of a wife waiting for me at home.”

You pulled away from him slightly, a playful pout on your face. “Is your wallpaper not already a picture of me?”

“Nope. It’s a picture of Bepo’s fat ass,” he confirmed.

“Okay, that makes me feel a bit better,” you added. “My wallpaper is a hot character from that anime I’ve been watching.”

Law frowned playfully as he stood from his chair, scooping you into his arms. “I’ll make you regret that.”

“Law!” you yelped, laughing and lightly batting his shoulder as he carried you to your bedroom. “I promise I’ll change it! I promise!”

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Robin had told you prior to your first ovarian stimulation injection that some side effects common with shifts in hormones could occur, and you were beginning to regret not fully listening to her advice, assuming that the side effects would be similar to a standard period. Especially now that you were finishing your final cycle of injections at home after a brief training period with the needle and syringe.

Oh how wrong you were.

Shachi made a passing comment while stopping over with some food that you seemed more emotional than usual, which rendered you a blubbering, sobbing mess, and left him with a sizable bruise on his bicep from a harsh punch from Penguin. While at work, Usopp made the hellish, poorly thought out decision of asking if you had gained some weight, which sent you crying to the bathroom while Ikkaku chased after you, Nami and Sanji berating your friend and coworker for his rude remark. You were far more fatigued than usual, your headaches being more prominent and far more annoying, and you constantly felt bloated. You tried to get Bepo to step on your stomach in hopes that you could release a rip current of a fart from deep in your bowels, but Law put a stop to that real quick. Which then resulted in another wave of involuntary tears, beyond frustrated at the gas in your abdomen.

On the night following your final injection, you were lying curled up on your side on the couch, sobbing into Law’s lap as he idly petted your hair, leaning his other arm over the armrest of the couch while balancing his chin on his knuckles. A rerun of an old medical drama series was playing on the television.

“Law…” you blubbered, sniffling onto his pants.

“Yes, baby?” he asked, half paying attention to you.

“How have you not left me yet?” you whined. “I’ve been… s-so… annoying…”

Law suppressed a chuckle. “You’re not annoying, love.”

“Yes I ammmm…” you complained, drawing out your words. “I’m hormonal… I can’t wait for this to be over…”

“You’re hormonal, yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re annoying,” he reassured. “Robin told you these side effects might happen. Now that you’re done with your injections, hopefully your symptoms die down soon.”

You rotated slightly, enough to peer up at him through blurry, teary eyes. “Will you still love me if I’m an annoying, cranky pregnant lady?”

Law grinned, mildly amused with the hoops you were jumping through in your hazy, hormonal mind. “Of course I will.”

“Even if I get mad at you for something stupid?” you asked, unaware of just how much validation you were desperate to receive from your doting husband.

“Even if you get mad at me, yes,” he confirmed with a smirk.

“Will you still love me even when I get fat and wrinkly?” you sniffled. “Even when my boobs get saggy?”

Law was restraining every muscle in his body to not laugh at your sorry state. He truly did feel awful for you, that your mandatory injections were making you feel so miserable, but to him, the truth of your questions was undeniable. He was content with constantly reminding you of just how beautiful you were to him, in every stage of life. “I’ll love you even when you’re wrinkly,” he said, gently patting your cheek. “And you’re not fat, you’re beautiful.”

“Can fat be beautiful?” you asked, blinking some stray tears from your eyes.

“Yes, it can be. But I don’t like using that word,” he explained.

“Then what word would you use?”

Law pondered briefly, gazing at your curled up form on his lap. “Healthy,” he responded. “Sexy. Squishy, even.” He punctuated his word by gently squeezing the soft flesh of your waist, making a grin crack onto your lips. To even the playing field, he asked, “Will you love me even when I’m old and wrinkly?”

You sucked in another sharp sniffle. “You’re gonna be so fucking hot when you’re old.”

Your words finally made Law lose his restraint, a laugh forcing its way from his mouth and making him place his free hand over his face to hide his amusement. In one week from now when you were (hopefully) feeling more like your usual self, you were going to be beyond embarrassed remembering what you had said in your vulnerable state. He needed to enjoy this now while he could.

“Alright, sexy, I think you should get some rest,” he cooed, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.

You looped your arms around his neck, hiding your swollen, flustered face in his shirt collar. “Carry me?”

Law chuckled. “Of course.”

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“Text me the second you land,” you demanded, holding your husband’s inked hands in your own at the gate outside of the airline security check-in line. It was far too early in the morning for you, but you refused to let your husband leave for his conference without a proper goodbye. “And send me pictures! And call me!”

Law leaned down to peck a kiss on your lips which you happily reciprocated, whining slightly under your breath when he pulled away. “Please send me updates when you can.”

“Of course, baby,” you cooed, your voice gentle and soft as you pulled your husband in for a tight hug. “It’ll only be seven days…”

“Seven days too many…” he sighed back into your neck, squeezing your waist. He reluctantly pulled away from you, shifting his attention to Shachi who awkwardly rocked on his feet from side to side. “And you…”

Shachi’s concealed gaze turned toward Law as he pointed one of his fingers at himself, mouthing, ‘Me?’

“You and Penguin better take good care of her while I’m gone,” he demanded, his voice stern yet still retaining his usual mischievousness he displayed around his best friends.

“Yes, captain!” Shachi called back, holding up a mock salute as if part of a pirate crew.

The sight made you giggle as you rubbed your husband’s arm, leaning upwards to press one last kiss against his cheek. His skin was soft, having just trimmed his facial hair and sideburns that morning in preparation for his trip. You wished he could stay so you could kiss his soft skin all day until his usual scruff grew back, but alas, he had an international crowd to impress. “I love you, baby,” you called.

“I love you, too,” he replied, shouldering his carry-on bag. “See you in seven days.”

“Safe travels, Law!” Shachi called over your shoulder, making you smile.

With one last grin and a wave of his free hand, you watched as he collected his rolling suitcase and proceeded to the security line to enter the airport terminal. You turned your attention toward Shachi, whose chest was puffed out in a prideful display.

“I’m going to be the best damn caregiver to you,” he uttered, jokingly flexing his shoulders.

You laughed, grabbing his arm to lead him back to the airport’s main exit so you could return to your car and grab breakfast somewhere. “Hey now, I’m still able to be independent. Don’t think I’m going to let you take over everything in my house just because of my procedure in a few days!”

Shachi huffed, pulling his car keys out of his pocket as the two of you walked through the small drop-off parking area to his car. You and Law were fortunate enough to afford two fairly decent cars, both of your vehicles being older models of used sedans that you kept very well maintained. Shachi’s car on the other hand was… less well off.

It was a 1995 SUV of some kind. The metal radiator emblem that was previously situated on the front was no longer attached, and there were no indicator decorations on the rear bumper to indicate what make and model the car was. It came with no user manual, and when he purchased it from a random number he found on the side of the road, it was basically given to him free of charge with two completely flat tires and a completely rusted through exhaust. The red-head had done a great deal of work on the beat-up vehicle, completely replacing the interior seats, adding an up-to-date dashboard and radio system, and giving the exterior a few new coats of shiny paint among other technical improvements, but the old beater really showed its age when you watched your friend shove the key into the ignition and twist with the force of a powerlifter to ignite the engine.

The entire car shook as the engine roared to life, the sound almost deafening through the thin metal doors. Out of habit, you grabbed on to the handle built into the inside of the door, a futile attempt at securing yourself. Seat belts could only do so much when the car rattled like a scared dog.

“Still haven’t fixed the shaking yet?” you asked, trying to hide your concern as Shachi yanked on the gear shift, putting the car in reverse and throwing his arm over the back of your seat to exit his narrow parking spot.

“I can’t figure out where it’s coming from,” he replied, annoyance on his tongue. “I’m shocked this stupid thing is still running. Sometimes I feel like the floor is going to give out.”

You tossed a worried glance down at the car’s floor beneath your feet. There were a few discarded food wrappers and plastic water bottles strewn about, a plethora of various colors of crumbs in the small nooks and crannies of the floor and around the fabric floor mat. You made a mental note to not let Shachi take your [hopefully] future child anywhere in his car.

Nevertheless, the car successfully rumbled to the drive through window of a small breakfast restaurant, where you excitedly ordered two coffees and two donuts for the two of you.

Shachi took a generous sip of his coffee as he drove. “So what’s the plan, again? Just so that I know what this week is gonna look like.”

You nodded, taking a small nibble of your donut and washing it down with a sip of your own drink. “Today I’m getting the injection that will trigger my eggs, and on Wednesday I’ll be having the extraction procedure. I chose to stay awake and just use local anesthesia, so you won’t have to worry about me being loopy, but I won’t be able to drive before or after. That’s what I hopefully have you guys for!” The car rattled as Shachi lightly depressed the brakes, driving around morning traffic. “If this car doesn’t kill me before then, anyway.”

“Hey, she’s a beater but she’s still moving!” Shachi pestered back, defending his rusting hunk of metal. He smiled, his toothy grin bringing you a sense of familiar contentment. “Sounds good, though. What kind of process is this, anyway?”

“Do you want the simple explanation or the complicated one?” you asked, placing your coffee into one of your friend’s crumb-filled cup holders.

“Simple, please,” he replied, his voice slightly desperate for an easy-to-digest explanation.

“Basically, I’ve taken some medication to make sure my eggs are mature. Some of them get removed from my body, and they’re fertilized in a dish. When they grow enough, if they grow at all, they’re placed back in my body where they’ll hopefully become a fetus.”

Shachi nodded, though you were unsure if any of what you just said stuck with him. “So where does Law come in?”

“He already had his sperm harvested and frozen,” you responded. You were counting your blessings in your head, though, as neither of you had any idea that Law would be leaving the week of your procedure. Fate must have been on your side when he elected to freeze the sperm that was collected for his second precautionary fertility test.

“Did they have him jack off into a cup or something?” Shachi asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Unfortunately,” you joked in response. You doubted your husband would want to go into the details, knowing the tendency of his best friends to poke fun at his shortcomings, but the thought nevertheless made you chuckle. “Hey, can we stop by the grocery store before we head back to the apartment? I want to pick up a few things.”

Shachi, with his mouth full of donut, flashed you an excited thumbs up. You grinned, taking a delicate sip of your coffee as you gazed out the passenger window, the sun slowly rising above the horizon.

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The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

The sun was just beginning to rise, its pale orange light casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Daisy's family's farm. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and peered out the window of her little room in the farmhouse. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass and the earthy scent of soil turned over for the planting season. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw on a t shirt and overalls, her favorite old sneakers already waiting by the door.

Daisy padded downstairs, her feet sinking into the softness of the worn carpet. The smell of coffee filled her nose, and the sound of her father's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Morning, Dad," she called, pushing open the swinging door and stepping into the brightly lit room. Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and kind eyes, looked up from where he was pouring coffee into a mug.

"Morning, pumpkin," he replied with a smile. "Ready to tackle the day?" Daisy nodded, taking a mug of coffee from the counter. "You know it," she said, feeling a surge of energy from the warm liquid. "What's on the agenda today?"

“Well me and Billy will fill the barn today. I think maybe you can take it easy today.” Daisy's father said, as he took a sip of his coffee. Daisy shook her head, "No, I'm fine, Dad. I'm more than able to help." She replied, as she headed for the door. "Let me just get my jacket."

The air outside was crisp and cold, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Daisy zipped up her jacket, pulled her hat down over her ears, and made her way over to where her father and Billy were already hard at work. The two men were standing beside a large wagon, filling burlap sacks with fresh hay from a nearby field. Daisy took her place at the front of the wagon and began to pitch the hay into the sacks, her movements efficient and practiced.

After just a few minutes Daisy was already feeling fatigued. Billy noticed immediately and smiled. "You sure you're alright,Miss Daisy? You don't have to do this if you're feeling tired." He offered, pausing in his work to look at her. Daisy shook her head, not wanting to admit she was struggling. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice a little less steady than usual. "I just need to catch my breath, that's all."Daisy’s Dad stopped his work and noticed Daisy’s labored breathing. “Honey, that’s enough for you today. Why don't you go inside and rest up ok?” He said, concern etched on his face. Daisy hesitated, but the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. She nodded reluctantly and headed back to the house, her steps slower and more sluggish than before.

Daisy kicked a rock as she went up the stairs to the house. She looked back and watched Billy and her father do the work with ease. Billy’s shirt was drenched with sweat as he removed it and put his baseball cap on his head. Daisy gulped as she watched him work. They hired Billy to help work the land as her father got older. She had hoped to be the one to help but Daisy had been petite all her life. Her father also treating her like she was fragile didn’t help either.

Despite being 20 years old she felt like a child as she went back inside the house. She slumped into a chair as she struggled to catch her breath. Life had been so cruel to her. She was born prematurely as her mother passed away giving birth to her. Her father raised her single-handedly and she was always trying to repay him. She tried to be strong for him. Daisy felt like a burden as she always needed to be taken care of. So many times her weak heart caused long hospital stays and her father would stay by her bed every night. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She wished she was still outside helping her dad and flirting with Billy.

Her father came inside and noticed how pale she looked. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cool glass of lemonade. "Here, sweetheart, drink this and get some rest. You'll feel better soon." Daisy took the lemonade gratefully and sipped it, the cool liquid helping to ease her throat. She looked up at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it today." He knelt down beside her chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin. You're not a machine. You don't have to be strong all the time. We'll find a way to manage, okay?" She nodded, the tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I love you too, Daisy. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

The conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t let her father down again. She ran to her room and opened the gift box she received from her cousin. She read the note again. “Hey Cuz, this steroid changed my life. I had to share it with you. Trust me it works. Love Courtney. P.S. tell Billy I said ‘Hi’” Daisy's hands trembled as she took out the small vial of steroids. Her heart raced, but she knew she had to do it. For her father, and for herself. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled her resolve.

She pointed the syringe at her thigh and slowly injected the steroids into her skin. It was a cold, hard prick that made her wince. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe. The steroids were supposed to make her stronger, but right now, they felt like poison coursing through her veins. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

The next few day Daisy jumped out of bed at the sound of the rooster. Daisy ran downstairs to make coffee for her father and Billy. She felt rejuvenated and her chest didn't hurt as much. She could breathe easier and felt stronger. She wondered if it was just a placebo effect or if the steroids were actually working. As she filled the coffee pot, she glanced out the window and saw Billy working on the field. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame. Daisy couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. She quickly turned away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Good morning baby girl. You're up early today." Her father smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You want some eggs or something?" He asked, motioning to the stove where a frying pan sizzled. “Dad, don’t worry I got it.” She moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The energy she felt was almost intoxicating. She wondered if the steroids were really making her feel this good. She felt her heart pumping faster and faster but it didn’t ache as it usually did.

“Daisy can you tell Billy to take care of the chores solo today. I pushed myself too hard yesterday.” He rubbed his neck wincing in pain. Daisy gave her father a worried look that he understood so well. “Aw don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m… just not as young as I used to be. Plus Billy can handle it.” He looked out the window and smiled. “Boy is strong like an ox.”

Daisy went outside as her father went upstairs to rest. She knew that Billy could handle it but so much more could be done if she helped. She approached Billy as he was carrying a bale of hay and smiled shyly. "Hey Billy, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that I'm here to help if you need it." He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Oh, it's okay Miss Daisy. I've got it under control." He said with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“Well I’m helping anyway.” Daisy said as she began to assist with chores. The sun beat down on them, making the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickled down their backs as they worked side by side. They didn't speak much, but there was an understanding between them. They were both trying to help her father, in their own ways. And somehow, with Daisy's newfound energy, it felt like they were making progress.

Billy had a look of surprise as Daisy was usually exhausted and inside by now. He was hoping she didn’t push herself too hard and pass out like she had done in the past. Daisy smiled as felt amazing as her heartbeat raced, not from fatigue, but from excitement. Daisy was beginning to breathe heavily as she took a moment to watch Billy at work. He was so strong and muscular, it was hard not to stare.

Daisy felt her heart pound within her chest as she gasped for air. She put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart jumping like it would explode. It was harder for her to catch her breath as she looked at Billy. She could feel the heat spreading across her face as she felt a bit lightheaded. “No I can’t pass out again.” She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

She felt like a passenger in her body as it was out of her control. She gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack. Billy noticed and rushed over to Daisy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concern etched on his face. Daisy nodded, but she couldn't speak as her chest still heaved for air. Billy helped her sit down on a nearby bale of hay and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, I’ll go get you some water.” He said before dashing off toward the house.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never felt this way before. As she sat there, trying to catch her breath. She felt her breasts push out as her labored breathing continued. She looked down as she could see they had kept increasing in size as she felt a new weight on her chest. Her t-shirt was stretching as her overalls pressed into her bigger bosom. Daisy grabbed one as electricity flowed from her breasts throughout her body.

“Ohh God!” She moaned as she felt her arms and legs grow. Daisy noticed her labored breathing was starting to sound …. Different. In a matter of moments Daisy was a taller frame with toned muscle filling out her appendages. Thick thighs dug into her Jean shorts as her fatter ass filled them out more. It all happened so quickly that Daisy didn’t know what to think. Especially when Billy came back with three bottles of water.

She looked down and gasped. She had grown several inches, her breasts were easily twice the size they were, her ass was fuller, and her thighs were massive. She couldn't believe it. Billy placed the bottles of water down on the ground, looking up at her in shock. "D-Daisy?" he stammered. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She felt a strange weight in her chest, almost like a new organ had grown there.

Daisy felt thirsty as she grabbed one bottle as it rolled to her. She twisted the cap off as she guzzled the bottle as water trickled down her chin and wetting her chest. Daisy repeated this again with another bottle as Billy looked on with his jaw to the floor.

“What happened to you? A..are you ok? Miss Daisy?” Billy stammered, struggling to find the words. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Daisy's chest had grown immensely, her once small breasts now filling out her overalls and straining against the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes, her face flushed from exertion and excitement.

“Billy, I feel really good” Daisy managed to say between gulps of water. Her voice was deeper and more feminine than before. Billy couldn't help but stare at her chest as she spoke, taking in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of her overalls. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Because you look, well, different."

Daisy set the last bottle of water down and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and she felt stronger than ever before. She looked down at her body, taking in the curves that had emerged overnight. Her hips swayed as she walked toward Billy, her thighs rubbing together with each step.

“I think my heart might be in trouble. I need you to help me.” Daisy said, her voice still deeper and more feminine. Billy swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her chest. He nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. "Okay, what do you need me to do.” Billy said with a concerned tone.

Daisy got close to Billy and grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do I feel ok?” she asked him with a coy smile. Billy's heart raced as his hand touched her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice. “Umm yes” he stammered, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She guided his hand onto her breasts as her nipple hardened and brushed up against him. "Then you feel my heartbeat, don't you? It's so strong." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I feel so alive, so… powerful.” She looked up into his eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.

Daisy grabbed onto Billy’s chest and bit her lip. “Billy, take me to the barn and fuck me.” She whispered. Her voice was husky and commanding, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his pants grew tighter as he became aroused. He nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as he followed her back to the barn.

Inside the dimly lit barn, they found an old haystack in a corner. Daisy kicked aside some of the hay, revealing a soft, warm surface beneath. She pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his hips, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his erection. She undid the straps of her overalls and let her panties fall down.

With one smooth motion, she guided his cock into her pussy. It felt so good to finally feel him inside her, filling her up. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against him as their skin slapped together. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she rode him.

Daisy leaned forward, her breasts swaying in front of Billy's face. She reached down and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Billy..." she moaned, her voice husky and demanding. "I need you to touch me."

Billy wrapped his hands around her hips, feeling the smooth, firm skin beneath his fingers. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Their rhythm became faster and more urgent, as if they were both trying to reach some sort of climax. He grasped her melons as she felt another jolt of electricity pass through her body. She arched her back, her breasts spilling out of her t- shirt, and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the barn.

As they moved together, Billy could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass tighten, and he knew that she was close. He thrust harder, driving himself deeper inside her, wanting to feel the heat and the power of her orgasm. Daisy cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed and she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, feeling her orgasm wash over him. His hips bucked wildly, and he groaned in satisfaction as he felt his own release building inside him. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and began to stroke him in time with their movements, urging him over the edge. She knelt in front of him as Billy twitched in her hands.

“I want you to cum on these big beautiful tits Billy.” Daisy whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his climax approaching. She arched her back further, offering her perfect breasts to him as he reached down and grasped one, squeezing it tightly. His hips bucked wildly as he released his seed onto her breast, coating her nipple and the surrounding skin with his warm cum.

Daisy took her finger and tasted his seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue. She looked up at Billy, their eyes locked together.

“Billy? Stacey? Are you both in here?”

Their hearts stopped as they realized her father was looking for them. Billy got dressed in a flash and met him and lead him outside.

“Trust me Mr. Culver, don’t worry about Daisy today. She is definitely working hard. Yes really! Of course she milked me… I mean the cow… the cow”

Daisy laughed as she hears Billy distract her father as she got dressed and tiptoed to the cow.

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