peachhcs · 10 months ago
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the soft launch (more like hard launch) → social media post
hughes!sister x will smith au
hi! here’s the first post for my new au :) i figured this is a great way to introduce samy as well as her dynamic with everyone else. i’ll be posting more actual fics soon, but also please comment or send me what else you’d like to see for them!!
ps. all of these photos are from pinterest/instagram
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samyhughes semester 1 has my heart <3
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lauren11 BAE I LOVE YOU!!
| samyhughes I LOVE YOU!!!!!
hannahduke HELL YEAH UMICH!
| samyhughes ROLL WOLVES! 🐺
user1 THE YOUNGEST HUGHES IS IN COLLEGE ALREADY???
user2 WAIT WHO IS THIRD PIC??😦
dylanduke25 can’t believe you’re roommates with my little sister i feel like this is so full circle??
| samyhughes LMAOO i feel you dyl
| lhughes_06 ur telling me
edwards.73 casually posting a pic of someone holding a high noon and then proceeds to make caption first semester which means your underage 😐😐
| samyhughes ok mom
markestapa WOOOOOO so glad ur at umich with us!
| samyhughes remember when you cried when luke told u i was coming to michigan?
| markestapa now why would u say that on the internet
colecaufield MICHIGAN MICHIGAN MICHIGAN!
| jackhughes why are you giving this energy to my little sister? 😐
| colecaufield bc i want to??
jackhughes wait a minute the 3rd pic…where is his mouth…
| samyhughes umm..
user3 luke’s michigan friends are literally her second brothers AHHHH
user4 wait who isss the guy in the 3rd pic???? she has a bf???
user5 we lost another one boys 😭
jacob_fowler24 michigan shit 🔛🔝
| samyhughes what does this even mean??
ryan.leno_4 still shoulda come to boston
| samyhughes sorry lean u should of come to michigan 🤷‍♀️
aram_minnetian okay hard launch
| samyhughes what i do best ☺️
_quinnhughes STOP STEALING MY HATS WTF
| samyhughes NO
lhughes_06 this post gets a rating of 2/10 because 1. there’s underage drinking and that’s a no no 2. his mouth is on your boob 3. i just don’t like this post
| samyhughes alright. 🫠
user6 mouth placement??????
user7 istg if that’s will smith i’m losing it
user8 her and will dating makes so much sense omg
graceccsmith so cute samy!!
| samyhughes thanks gracie!! i miss you
_willvote my man made the gram!
| samyhughes ok expose me
gabeperreault44 GET REKTTTTTTTT
| samyhughes gabe i swear 😭
_willsmith2 hi buddy i miss you
| samyhughes hi smitty i miss you too come visit me soon
user9 ^^^^ NAHH it’s so will smith
| user10 THEYRE SO ADORABLE AWWW
| user11 childhood best friends to lovers pipeline is so real
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gabeperreault44 good stuff good stuff
| _willsmith2 thanks gp
ryan.leno_4 everyone’s hard launching i see
| _willsmith2 oops
user1 THIS IS FOR SURE SAMY I KNOW IT
graceccsmith so cute will 🥰
| _willsmith2 thanks g😀
jacob_fowler24 damn it when is will gonna hard launch me???
| _willsmith2 next time i promise 😫
aram_minnetian ok we get it u have a gf
| _willsmith2 😀😀
user2 AHHHHHHHHHHH WILL AND SAMY CONFIRMED????
user3 them being best friends before this makes this so much better too
user4 someone get them on a podcast or some shit so we can get the backstory!!!
user5 they’re very golden retriever and golden retriever energy
_willvote i hope i’m invited to the wedding in like 10 years
| _willsmith2 ur 1 on the list
hannahduke WHEN HE POSTS HER >>>
| ryan.leno_4 she’s so lucky fr
| samyhughes 😙😙
edwards.73 invading the bf comments hi bf
| _willsmith2 hi ethan
| user6 THEY ALREADY KNOW HIM????? SHDJDJ
markestapa i was summoned and now i see why
| user7 LMAOOO i love mark and ethan
user8 mark and ethan are very big brother being protective core while samy’s at umich bc her actual brothers aren’t there
trevorzegras i am here too
| user9 LMAO TREVOR??!
lhughes_06 looking good so far smitty
| _willsmith2 thanks luke 🤝
jackhughes i’m still looking at u bc of that one pic on my sister’s post…suspicious…
| _willsmith2 pls forgive me jack it was an honest mistake
user10 THE BROTHERS ARE SO FUNNY LDJDJDKS
user11 i’m sure will’s scared of all these boys acting like samy’s big brother
elblue06 so cute will!
| _willsmith2 thanks mama hughes!
| user12 HE CALLS HER MOM ALREADY??!!!
| user13 well she is like his 2nd mom bc their families are so close. i think he calls her that regardless of him dating her daughter LMAO
dylanduke25 found out samy has a bf when i saw this post on my little sister’s feed :/
| samyhughes LMAO sorry dylan
_quinnhughes see you during the holidays!
| _willsmith2 can’t wait to come back to michigan!
rutgermcgroarty 😦😦😦 baby hughes has a bf??? and it’s the 4th overall pick from the nhl draft?
| user14 my exact reaction
samyhughes looks like i’ve taught u well🫡
| _willsmith2 i only learn from the best
this is so long my bad but i just love writing the comments for these LOL
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homestylehughes · 5 months ago
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But Daddy I Love Him
instagram au.
♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister
♥︎ face claim: marsai martin
"Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, Screaming "But Daddy I love him!"
yn.zegras
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yn.zegras screaming but daddy i love him!
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lhughes_06 my pretty girlllll
↳ yn.zegras my pretty boy :)
lhughes_06 I love so you much
↳ yn.zegras i love you more.
lhughes_06 my babyyy my babyyyyyy
↳ yn.zegras MY BABYYY
your.bsf FINALLY POSTING UR MAN.
↳ yn.zegras I KNOW BE PROUD OF MEEE.
your.bsf favorite couple ever.
↳ yn.zegras you're our adopted child:)
jackhughes oh.
↳ yn.zegras shut up and be happy for us.
↳ jackhughes okay fine. i'm happy for you guys.
trevorzegras i guess they're kinda cute. i still hate this though.
↳ yn.zegras KINDA? hm ok.
_quinnhughes THE HARD LAUNCH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! ABOUT DAMN TIME.
↳ yn.zegras QUINNYYYYYYY. we finally got it together
elbue_06 you guys are so cute, thank you for taking care of my boy!
↳ yn.zegras always mama el!! we love you <3
adamfantilli hard launch!
↳ yn.zegras YUPPPPPPPPPP
nick_moldenhauer HARD. LAUNCH.
↳ yn.zegras the best one too.
seamsuscasey26 mom and dad fr.
↳ yn.zegras YES!!!!!
devilforhughes oh I'm so for this. LOVE.
↳ yn.zegras me too bsf :0
zegrasfanpage AHHHH FINALLLYYYYY.
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yn.zegras SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE.
↳ lhughes_06 learned from the best.
yn.zegras I love you so much
↳ lhughes_06 I love you moreeeee.
yn.zegras my boy<3
↳ lhughes_06 my girl<3
_quinnhughes two hard launches in one day? I LOVE
↳ lhughes_06 our biggest supporter fs
jackhughes ok maybe this is kinda cute.
↳ lhughes_06 we know!
trevorzegras Luke if you never hurt her, I will kill you! much love!
↳ lhughes_06 sir yes sir! it'll never happen.
↳ yn.zegras TREVOR LMFAO
elblue_06 my babies!!! so cute!!!
↳ lhughes_06 love you mama!!!
seamsuscasey26 OKAY LUKEY BOY
rutgermcgroarty MY PARENTS!
↳lhughes_06 my son.
nick_moldenhauer my boy finally did it. thank God.
↳ lhughes_06 FINALLY.
devilforhughes I'm actually in love with them.
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an: HIIIIII!!! I MISSED YOU GUYS!!! GUESS WHOS BACKKKK!!! MEEE! okay enough caps LMFAO (me then doing it again.. whoops) anyways!! hard launch chapter!!! I'm such a fan, I'm kinda sad that this is almost over, i've had the most fun making this series. I do plan on writing blurbs for this series as well, so this won't be the end of Luke and yn's story!! i hope you all enjoy, like and reblog if you do!!. much love as always<3
tags🎀: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @bruinsfan234 @bunbunbl0gs
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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWENTY-TWO)
notes: surprise! i’m highly aware of how incredibly late this is, believe me! but better late than never!! pretty short, but i’m just getting back into this! hopefully the next part will be longer!
previous: twenty-one
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y/ndevils00 well, my favorite boys lost again, 6-1 to the thunder storms.
i hope the hurricanes sleep with their gear on, because i’m out for blood after the way they targeted my main hoe, Nicolas tonight!
anyways, look at my 2 pretty best friends! they disappointed me tonight, but they’re still pretty okay, i guess.
our only goal of the night came from woody the woodpecker in the 3rd period with a nice wrist shot!
and in case you missed it, my second biggest fear did indeed come true this round: jacky lost a tooth. may that pearly white rest in peace. it may be gone, but it will never be forgotten!
it’s okay though because he looks pretty darn adorable and i love him regardless of if he has teeth (please never lose any more of your teeth, i’m begging you to wear a mouth guard) 🫶
tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, dawson1417, john.marino97, miles.wood44
john.marino97 if that’s your second biggest fear, then what’s your first?
y/ndevils00 adam fantilli
lhughes_06 HA! @/adamfantilli
adamfantilli @/y/ndevils00 i’m not scary?!
y/ndevils00 @/adamfantilli AHHHH
jackhughes what the hell is that first pic?!
y/ndevils00 graphic design is my passion 🫶
jackhughes why do you do these things?!
y/ndevils00 because i just love you so much and i want you to know i appreciate you!
jackhughes the tooth is getting fixed as soon as i have the time
y/ndevils00 oh thank god. i love you, but if i wanted to date toothless the dragon, i would’ve gone after Miles
jackhughes i don’t even know what to say to that
dawson1417 i’m so sorry you have to go through this best friend, we’ll try and win on sunday, just for you!
y/ndevils00 thank you best friend! i wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you said it… i don’t deserve this. do better!
dawson1417 oh no. no no no no no. i got a “do better”. those are for john!
john.marino97 HEY!
miles.wood44 at least i got us ONE goal
y/ndevils00 which shocked me ngl
miles.wood44 okay, that hurt
y/ndevils00 good. suffer. think about what you guys have done
miles.wood44 yes ma’am
nicohischier i appreciate the sentiments but you know they’re all taller than you and hockey players, right?
y/ndevils00 so you’re saying you have no faith in me. got it.
nicohischier actually no, i’ve seen you wrestle Trevor. i believe in you.
lhughes_06 next game! i believe it!
y/ndevils00 that’s right! because i may or may not have threatened Lindy to play you next game or i’ll put spiders in his bed and steal all his left shoes
lhughes_06 you scare me sometimes, squishy
y/ndevils00 aww i shouldn’t scare YOU, you have no reason to fear me yet!
lhughes_06 oh- cause that’s reassuring…
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4th-make-quail · 2 months ago
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5, 6, 8, and 18! (If you want to do all of them :3)
Fandom Questions
5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? ahaha quite a few!! mostly video games with a few other canons scattered here and abouts
Final Fantasy XIV (27) Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) (26) Final Fantasy XII (18) Final Fantasy XV (13) inFAMOUS (Video Games) (13) British Comedy RPF (9) The Magnus Archives (Podcast) (8) Devil May Cry (Gameverse) (7) Supernatural (TV 2005) (7) Baldur's Gate (Video Games) (5)
Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) RPF (4) Compilation of Final Fantasy VII (4) Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) (3) Overwatch (Video Game) (2) Final Fantasy X (2) Dishonored (Video Games) (1) The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison (1) Uncharted (Video Games) (1) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1) Metal Gear (Video Games) (1)
6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. AHHHH THIS IS SO HARD I HAVE SO MANY OTPS SDLKGJL'FG okay here goes!
FFXIV: Sartauvoir/Basch, Gaius/Estinien, Lyon/Menenius Resident Evil: Chris/Wesker, Leon/Krauser, Jake/Sherry FFXII: Cid/Vayne, Ghis/Bergan, Ashe/Basch/Vossler, Ondore/Reddas, Ashe/Balthier(/Al-Cid) FFXV: Gladio/Noct, Prompto/Ignis, Nyx/Drautos, Regis/Clarus inFAMOUS: Cole/Zeke, Reggie/Delsin, Eugene/Reggie Britcom RPF: Charlie Brooker/David Mitchell TMA: Jon/Gerry, Martin/Mike Crew, Peter/Elias, Jon/Elias DMC: Nero/Credo, Dante/Vergil SPN: previously Dean/Cas, now Dean/Sam, Dean/Crowley, Sam/Rowena, many many others.... bg3: Omeluum/Blurg, Tav/Emperor, Orpheus/Voss iwtv rpf: Eric/Assad ofc!! iwtv: Armand/(old)Daniel, Louis/Armand/Daniel, Louis/Daniel, Armand/Louis FFVII: Cid/Vincent, Turks Gangbang in various combos Overwatch: Reaper/Soldier 76, Hanzo/Mcree (sorry idr his new name sldhglg) FFX: Auron/Jecht/Braska, Seymour/Anima(or Seymour's mother) Dishonored: Corvo/Daud The Goblin Emperor: Thara/Iana Uncharted: Sam/Sully!!!!! but i wrote Nate/Elena as a gift lol Full Metal Alchemist: Hughes/Mustang, although I wrote Ed/Winry for an exchange MGS: Sam/Raiden, Vamp/Raiden, BB/Ocelot, BB/Kaz, although when i wrote for this fandom it was..... a britcom rpf crossover LOL
8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? well, i was SUPER into the vampire chronicles as a young teen but i basically read iwtv -> TVA -> blood & gold and then stopped, cos i was mostly HUGELY into Armand and then Marius, and less bothered about the rest. then when iwtv (tv) came out, i was HUGELY into it, but i wasn't back on tumblr back then so i just kinda squeed in my own head? so when i found out s2 was airing (i'd missed like 3 eps i think??) i just finally got into the fandom proper! and having Armand there now just gave me all the impetus i needed to start making things heh. god i love him so much... needless to say young teen me HATED the casting choice from the original film LOL
Current Fandom
18. What ship have you written the most about? it's definitely Eric/Assad atm!! i've written three Armand/Daniel drabbles for Seasons of Drabbles exchange, but man, the rpf has taken me overrrr
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tessiete · 1 year ago
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15 & 26!
Ahhhh! Thank you @smilebackwards I've really missed these ask&answers and, you know, I get it -- I've been really MIA in terms of writing these days. Trying to get back.
I feel like I say that every post. But I really am trying. So I really appreciate you sending me these asks <3
From THIS POST
15. How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?
Okay, I think I've got about...four serious projects going on right now. I've got the WWI WIP, a Korkie/Vader one shot, an OF novel, and...oh man, I know I've signed up for something.
Of these, there's no doubt to me that I'll finish them. There's a very clear switch in my head, and I don't tend to oscillate between possibilities. If I'm invested, I'll get back to it. If I lose interest, it's probably gone forever. I don't think........I don't think I've left anyone hanging? (maybe?)
26. What are your favourite books?
Ah! Yes! Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've talked about books, and honestly, I kind of feel like I've forgotten so many. And it's been even longer since I've found a true new favourite.
My favourite book of all time is Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (yes, the weirdo who left his wife to hook up with Natalie Portman only for her to be like, um, noooo?). That aside, this book is magical. It was his first so it's a little bit scrappy, which I like. There are multiple plots, multiple narrative voices, and styles, yet, in the chapter titled "Illumination," the connection between them is, well, illuminated. It's some of the best revelatory writing I've ever read. I laughed, I cried a lot. So good.
I also love Lord of the Rings (I think that's...no secret), which also emotionally destroyed me. It's the only ending to a story I've ever read that truly changed how I conceive of mortality, and I've never reconciled myself to it. Even though I think Tolkien is right, I have to viscerally, inevitably disagree with him. You know? The whole I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts into the cold ground and all.
Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell. Stunning. I sobbed the whole second half. I think the way art is framed as legacy, and magic, and immortality is just so affecting and beautiful, and affirming.
Then we've got like, Barometer Rising by Hugh McLellan, Long Way Round by Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman (I can't explain or excuse this, but I read it at a formative age and I think about Lake Baikal all the time), Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery, Timeline by Michael Crichton, and, well, I think...Okay, I'm done lol!
DO YOU HAVE ANY RECS? I'd love to hear!
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abrasife · 4 years ago
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They're sitting on one of the school benches together as they typically do, enjoying the first warmth of springtime with an outdoor lunch. They'd sat in comfortable silence for the last few minutes, and it's only as a car drives by that Hugh speaks again, smirking as he does. "Hey, dude. What kind of car does an egg drive?" He allows a pause for contemplation, though not to answer. "A yolkswagen." His gaze darts to Keith, and he sips his water, anticipating a reaction. (Unovasrage)
UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting. ❪❪ @unovasrage * ✶
Having lunch with Hugh was nothing out of the ordinary at all. In fact, if he wasn’t eating lunch on his own, the only other possibility would be that Keith was enjoying the break with Hugh. It was odd, in a way, how he was comfortable eating with him and not other people, but, he supposed, it made sense since he never made any sort of comment or indication of caring what he had brought at all (that is, if Hugh knew of his issues regarding meals anyway). In other words, Keith was grateful that he kept things normal and didn’t make the situation feel uncomfortable.
And the best thing was that even the silence didn’t put him on edge like it would with most people. He’d always worry he had said the wrong thing, but with Hugh, that didn’t seem to ever be the case at all. Everything was so low-stress that simply being in Hugh’s presence was therapeutic. Don’t ever think he’ll say this out loud!
The sound of a car racing by made him lift his head from the glass tupperware he had stored his lunch in, and it was Hugh’s question that drew his attention towards his friend. He stared at him like a deer in headlights, completely missing the humor due to an unrelated thought of ‘what kind of car was a volkswagen again?’. Though, he recovered himself within a second, forcing out a short laugh to at least not let the joke fall flat. 
A yolkswagon yolkswagen? All he could picture was an egg being towed around in a bright red wagon. He wasn’t too informed on cars. All he knew was that the one car sitting in his garage was a red minivan. However, as the joke was related to food eggs, his mind had automatically started shifting towards a forbidden train track again. Egg yolks had a lot of fat in them... he wouldn’t want to eat them. The whites—sure (since they had slightly more protein than the yolks), if animal products weren’t on his list of ‘do not touch’. 
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❝ You know, eggs are a super good source of protein because they have all nine of the essential amino acids you need to keep yourself healthy. Of course, you can’t eat that many, since each large egg is thirteen grams of it considering most people need only about forty to sixty grams of it daily. Plus you also need your non-essential proteins too, which eggs don’t give you. ❞ 
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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago
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Darling
a/n: So this was originally gonna be part of a series on wattpad, but I can’t log into my account (ahhhh) anyway I had some writing in the drafts (I’ve lost all of them now), but the only one I could get was this b/c I wrote this on Docs. Sorry for rambling about my personal problems, anyhoo enjoy!
Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, Sickness, any grammar mistakes and repetitious wording.
It was around 11:00 AM. Harlan had been working diligently to finish a few chapters. He let you leave to go help Ransom, after all it was part of your job. Harlan worked on writing while making small conversation with Marta. Although you were his assistant and typist, Marta was the one who took care of him while you took care of his things. You bid goodbye to Harlan and Marta before leaving the huge estate.
Pulling into Ransom's driveway you knew he was there, only guessing what hell he'd put you through today. The spoiled brat sat at the island counter, waiting for you.
"You’re late." He stated matter of factly.
You scoffed, he didn't own you. "I was working with Harlan if you couldn't remember." Walking towards the island you grabbed one of the many pans and cracked a few eggs into a bowl. It was your job to be at his beck and call basically. Ransom just sat there watching, being of no help, like usual.
"Omelette?" You looked up into his tired blue eyes. Ransom just shook his head.
The pan was on the stovetop, heating up, as the eggs were being scrambled by you. Harlan had treated you and Marta to an early breakfast this morning at a nearby brunch restaurant. The pancakes were amazing and by far the best ones you had ever eaten.
Once the pan was properly heated, you poured in the eggs along with some herbs, shaking the pan till the eggs set. When the omelette was finally cooked, you set it on a plate, folding it. You had assumed Ransom would want cheese, so you dropped some shredded cheese on top. Turning around, you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, then walked to the fridge to pour Ransom a glass of some fresh orange juice you bought the other day. You and Marta had gone to a local farmer's market to get some things for Harlan when you saw the orange juice and remembered how much Ransom had whined for it. Pushing the plate towards him, you walked around the island and stood behind his chair, placing the glass in front of him.
"It's cold and dry." He opened his mouth, but not to thank you. So many times you had gone out of your way for him and always thought about him, yet he never once thanked you. Treating you like you were the help. No you weren't, you were a person with feelings that obviously weren't respected.
This morning had been a bad one. You woke up a little stuffy and had a huge headache. Not wanting to worry, you just brushed it off as allergies. Harlan had noticed you weren't feeling like yourself, because as you typed, you struggled to focus, impending headache making it impossible. Harlan, being a considerate boss, told you to stop and take it easy, but you were stubborn, insisting you were fine.
You could normally take Ransom's shit but this was the last straw.
"Could you ever just thank me once?" The headache that was growing was not helping the situation. He just looked up at you. At this point you were crying from the pain in your body and his bullshit. Your arms were flying around as you talked.
"You know Ransom, could you ever be nice to me? Just once! Maybe even appreciate all the things I do for you? I'm trying to help you even when I feel like shit!" Now you stormed out, going up stairs to clean his room. Another one of your chores.
Ransom's bedroom was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, between his sweaters and the random feminine clothing laid on the floor, his room was a pigsty. In his closet was a laundry hamper that he seemed to miss every time. You grabbed the hamper and rolled it out of the closet. Lifting the lid, you threw all the clothes inside, including the ones that were once laid around the basket. It was infuriating that this 30 year old man's room was messier than a five year old's. While throwing the clothes in, you were so lost in your thoughts and the growing headache, that you didn't even notice Ransom staring at you from the doorway.
For once he wasn't smirking, but instead his face showed... concern and remorse? You stripped the bed of its sheets and he walked over, his brows furrowed, looking down on you. For a split second, you stopped working and looked back up at him, it looked as if there were two of him, things kinda blurry. You hadn't noticed before, but it seemed to be getting hotter in the room. Just shrugging it off, you continued working, Ransom still standing there. The sheets and comforter were on the floor and you were now throwing the pillowcases in the hamper. As you did so, the lid slammed on your hand. "Shit!" Some would call it reflex but he'd call it instinct, Ransom grabbed your hand and gently kissed the back of it. "Darling, you need to sit down. Your cheeks are flushed and you look weak." In his voice there were no ill intentions. Hugh Ransom Drysdale being kind, to you? Yeah, you were definitely sick.
When you didn't sit down, Ransom then pressed his wrist to your forehead. "You are burning up." You were still in shock. He had never been this nice to someone. Just minutes ago he was a complete jerk, just for his own entertainment. You didn't budge, at all. Maybe this was all a sick joke, maybe he was going to be an ass and leave you there for dead, but instead Ransom swooped you up, earning a slight gasp from yourself. He set you down in the chair beside the bed, putting up his finger, signaling you to stay put. He rushed out and into the hallway. Minutes later he came back with new sheets, and you expected that he was going to make you do it, but nope. It was a sight, Ransom Drysdale actually making his bed. He set up the pillows and pulled down the covers. You tried your best to focus on what he was doing, but the raging fever didn't really allow you too. Before you knew it, Ransom was standing in front of you, hands out. You placed your hands in his and he helped you up, putting you in his bed. Fevers are the worst, for one, never in a thousand years would you let Ransom Drysdale put you in his bed, let alone take care of you. In other circumstances you would have gone home, but you were way too sick to drive.
'I must have died and this is heaven.' The statement almost felt true. You were just laying there, in Ransom's bed. Sick, and helpless.
Ransom had gone to the bathroom to grab a thermometer. A few months ago you had bought a mercury thermometer for his house after a visit from a little thing called bronchitis. The dumb ass had gone that night to the country club with his snobby and condescending friends. Later he came home with some giggly blonde. As they made out, the girl quickly pulled away from his lips and coughed madly, but then resumed, reassuring him it was just a slight cough. A total lie, because that slight cough, was more than just a cough. Yeah, it was a frickin' infection, and guess who got it too? Ransom. And guess who had to care for him? You.
Your fever-induced daydreaming was over. Ransom came back with the small stick in hand. You willingly opened your mouth, attempting to keep your heavy eyelids open. Setting a fifteen minute timer on his phone, leaving it beside you on the nightstand.
"(y/n), darling, you are dehydrated. I'll be right back."
This was so weird. Ransom had always called you 'Darling'. At first it was to irritate you, then it gradually changed to an occasional pet name, but now, now he used it with no ill intentions.
Your voice was raspy, words barely able to be understood. "Ran, it's very hot in here." The heat was your body trying to fight off the fever. Barely minutes ago you complained about being cold, but now you were a sweating mess. "Here, try this." Ransom got up out of the chair and went into his closet. In the corner you had stacked the folded clothes of the many one night standees. He's never going to see any of those girls again, so you just left them there as a reminder of his recklessness. Ransom grabbed the pair of blush colored dolphin shorts and the white camisole that had lace on the top and bottom of it. The rest of the clothes weren't made for lounging at all. It looked like it would fit you and he walked out of the closet, sitting back down beside you.
"I hope these work for you." Ransom gently laid down the clothes in your lap. All you wanted to do was sleep, and that was what you had been doing for the time being. Earlier, you could tell Ransom was uncomfortable in his chair, but he didn't want to leave you. It was...
It was sweet. It was endearing. It made Ransom genuinely charming...
Upon waking up from your mini nap, you saw the clothes laid in your lap. With all your might, you pushed your arms, trying to sit up. The fever had made you so weak, it felt like your whole body was aching.
Ransom noticed your struggling and came over to help you sit up.
"Thank you, Ransom, these will fit fine." You tried your best to give him a smile, after all this wasn't the usual Ransom Drysdale. He returned the gesture, now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You don't care about this sicky thing?"
In all honesty, you weren't sure if the words had properly come out of your mouth. After all, it sounded correct in your mind, but your brain was all flustered from the new found debility, messing up your speech. What you were really trying to say was, "You aren't scared of catching this thing from me?" Ransom just sweetly smiled. He knew you were trying so hard to fight the sickness, but your words still dragged on. Each one lacing over the next. Luckily, he knew what you were trying to say.
"Of course not, you were here for me, now it's my turn to care for you, darling."
There he goes again, 'darling', gets you every time.
"I think we have a problem."
His eyes shot wide, with more concern.
"Too weak." You pointed towards the clothes, your eyes drooping slightly. Ransom got off the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. He gently pulled you up. Once you were standing, he held you by the waist, your legs feeling like jelly, wobbling slightly. Ransom had one hand on your waist to keep you stable as the other one grabbed the clothes.
"May I?" It was almost sheepishly. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, nervously asked if he could remove a girl's clothing. Normally the smug son of a bitch would just rip it off any other woman, but he had an ounce of respect for you in his body, surprising.
If you were in the right state of mind, you'd never let him, but it was hot and you were tired of your jeans and your wool top. Combined with the heat your body was emitting, it was like someone had turned the thermostat to the setting of hell. It was either the heat or your dignity, and at this point you'd rather not be any more miserable than you are.
"Please." Ransom nodded at your agreement and helped you remove your wool top. He tried to keep your modesty intact, looking at your face as he changed your top instead of staring at your chest. It did tempt him, but he wanted to treat you right. He may not have a good track record with women, but he wanted to change that with you. The same with your pants. He made you sit on the bed as he pulled down your jeans, still trying to be considerate. He too knew very well that if you weren't sick you'd never agree to this.
Finally your shorts and top were on. But your cheeks were still flushed, sweat still on your skin. Ransom had brought up another Gatorade not too long ago, trying to keep you hydrated.
"I'm still hot." You laid on top of the cool sheets now, the ceiling fan running too. Your words weren't meant to be demanding, more of, asking for help.
If this were just anybody, Ransom would be pissed for such a great deal of complaining, but he understood that you were sick and you just wanted relief. Believe it or not, but Ransom hated to see you suffer. Yeah, I know, hard to believe.
You had a hair tie on your wrist and Ransom lightly picked up your hand to grab it. He brushed the sweaty hairs off of your forehead and tenderly moved your heavy limbs. His warm hands rested on your bare shoulders as he turned you ever the slightest.
Ransom then pulled your hair into a ponytail, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. He didn't want to overstep and instead went with the sweet and tender kiss, not one full of lust and passion. After all, you were sick, and he didn't want to take advantage of you. Again, surprising.
Well, it was only surprising because the man was such a player. If one were to look up the man on any news website. His name would be right there in bold, probably beside a picture of him and some random girl. Maybe it was possible for Hugh Ransom Drysdale to have a change of heart and attitude.
You weren't sure if you were hallucinating or just feeling things, but you did feel something on your head, and it felt like a kiss. It would be a lie to say you didn't find Ransom attractive. You may have been harboring a small crush, before, even when he was an asshole to you, however, after today when he showed his soft side, your crush grew three times larger. Like the Grinch's heart. Come to think of it, Ransom was basically the grinch. His heart had grown in size, in a matter of hours. Just hours ago he was being a complete pain in the ass to you.
It was getting darker now. From all the naps you had taken, one might've thought it was the next day if it were not for the date on your cell phone. Apparently sleep when you are sick feels like hours when it was only minutes.
Your phone had gone off, a special ringtone you knew all too well. It was Harlan, he needed your help finishing typing up the chapter he had just completed.
"Could you please get that?" You threw your arm, weakly pointing to the phone. Ransom checked and it was Harlan, setting the phone back down.
"Please call him." At this point you couldn't talk anymore, barely able to think of the next word to leave your mouth. Ransom was smart and put the pieces together. He called Harlan and gave him your notice. Harlan in return wishing you a fast recovery. Surprisingly, Harlan wasn’t shocked when Ransom answered the phone. He always wanted you two to be together anyway. You were the girl Ransom needed.
By now, it was 6:00 PM. You had been in bed for over a little more than four hours. Ransom had been in that same chair for the last four hours, occasionally readjusting, clear discomfort on his face. He'd leave every so often to get you a drink or some Ibuprofen to keep your fever down. Your body still hadn't really adjusted and it was still hotter than you would have liked, although the cold drinks and cooler outfit did help.
Sometimes when you'd come over to help Ransom, you'd make him dinner, if not he'd go eat out with his friends at the country club. Just to be a pain in the ass, he would drag you along at times. Tonight was different, Ransom knew you'd weren't that hungry, another effect of the fever, so he cooked you some good old fashioned chicken soup. The same one you had cooked when he was sick. He wasn't sure at the time if it was the illness-induced delirium or not, but that soup seemed to make him feel better.
At the time, you had left the recipe on a small stick note, your beautiful handwriting as you had inscribed the recipe. It was another well kept secret that Ransom Drysdale could cook.
He came back up around 6:30 with a cold glass of your favorite soda and the soup on a wooden serving tray that could sit in the bed. He lightly tapped you, waking you from your 50th nap. Lifting your head off the pillow, you sat up, glancing down at the delicious food in front. It was like he knew. You weren't starving nor were you full, this seemed to be in between and perfect. He sat back down in the chair, after turning the ceiling fan up a notch, knowing the soup would warm you up again. It pained him seeing your frail hand shaking as you fed yourself. The glass was so heavy for your aching hand that Ransom kindly picked it up for you, allowing you to drink from the straw he had included.
After he put away your food once you had finished, he came back up. This time you were awake. As you slept before, he had been on his phone, texting friends and cancelling plans for the night, but now he had nothing to do. You were awake and had noticed his discomfort once again.
"Ransom this is your bed too." With all the strength you had left, you patted his side of the bed and he slowly walked over, as if you were going to change your mind. With nothing to do, Ransom asked if you wanted to watch a movie and you both agreed on a classic movie. Another terrible thing to come out of your sickness, was that your ears were clogged. You could still hear but not as well and when you laughed it made your head rattle. Ransom was glad to see you finally smile amidst your rough day. He would love to see you like that all the time.
The movie was halfway finished and you had fallen asleep. Your body trying to catch up on rest from working to fight the invading illness. At some point you had fallen asleep on his chest, his steady heart beat lulling you to sleep and he slowly ran his fingers through your somewhat damp hair. He too fell asleep. His hand softly laid on your head since he had fallen asleep while stroking your hair.
At the ungodly hour of 2:00 AM you woke up. It was hot once again, you were now sweating. Ransom had been giving you the proper dosage of ibuprofen, making sure to not miss a single time slot. It had helped relieve the fever because now you were sweating and starting to break your fever. Ransom felt you stirring and woke up.
"What is wrong?" He turned on the lamp so he could look at you.
"The fever. It's breaking." The second time you had smiled today and it made Ransom's world.
Ransom removed the sheet not wanting to make you hot and he sat up, as did you. After some cold sweats you felt your body return to a somewhat normal temperature. Ransom leaned across you to get the thermometer he had laid on the nightstand and stuck it in your mouth after shaking up the mercury. He set the timer for fifteen minutes and you leaned back on his chest and he once again kissed your head. This time you knew you weren't delusional.
The quiet timer had gone off and Ransom removed the thermometer from your mouth. He leaned towards the night lamp trying to read the small numbers. 98.4, close enough. He placed it back down and turned off the night lamp.
"It's great, darling, your fever broke." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you once again leaned on his broad chest. You smiled, not only because your fever was gone, but because Ransom could be so caring.
"We should get some more rest." You nodded and he slowly ran his large hand up and down your arm. The both of you scooted out of your sitting positions and into sleeping ones. You were on your side when you felt Ransom's arm drape across your waist. He knew you'd push it off if you didn't want it. Hell, you wouldn't even be in his bed still if you didn't feel the same way. He had no clue that he could care about you so much, and honestly neither could you.
"Just give him a chance." You thought to yourself.
The next morning you woke up around 10:00 AM. You weren't sure if Harlan was expecting you, so you rushed to get up, Ransom's arms stopping you.
"He said you didn't have to meet him till the afternoon of the day you were ready to go back." Ransom's face was laid into the pillow as he mumbled the sentence out. He had every right to be tired, after all, he cared for you over a matter of at least six hours straight. Also something he hadn't done before.
"Well I will surprise him and meet him today." You jokingly replied to the man. Ransom didn't argue, he knew very well that you were devoted to your job.
You didn't have any clothes over at his house and your ones from last night were covered in your germs and sweat. Thank goodness for the ones from Ransom's one night stands. You went into the same corner he had grabbed your sleepwear from. Luckily some undergarments and a pair of black leggings along with a peach chiffon top some girl or girls had left behind. When you first met Harlan, you wore office attire, now Harlan didn't care as long as you showed up. He knew you were dedicated to your job and trusted you with his everything.
Ransom's shower was huge. His toiletries lined up on the tile shelf inside the shower. In the closet, fresh, fluffy, cotton towels, two of which you grabbed. One for your hair and one for your body. Under the sink, you found a few travel size bottles of vanilla shampoo and conditioner. Not sure who is once belonged to, you still used it, Ransom wouldn't care. The only body wash was his and it smelt like mint. A smell that was so intoxicating. The relaxing shower felt as if you had washed away all the germs, stepping out a new person. You continued getting ready for your day and walked out of the bathroom to find no Ransom. He still played that little game and left the bed unmade, which you pulled off the sheets and put with the other dirty ones when you noticed they were gone. Instead they sat neatly folded and cleaned on the chair where he was once sitting. Ransom Drysdale had done his own laundry? What else did he have up his sleeves?
As you walked down the steps and through the sitting room, you could smell food being cooked. There was Ransom pulling a breakfast casserole out of the oven. The laundry basket you had in your hands, was set down on the floor as you walked closer to him. He heard you put down the basket and turned around smiling.
"Darling, you didn't have to do that. I was gonna get it." He pointed to the laundry basket. 'Oh so he wasn't playing a game with you?'
"I made a breakfast casserole, I thought I'd try something new. I hope you like it." And boy did you like it.
Ransom Drysdale had cooked an amazing breakfast.
"Who are you and where did you take Ransom Drysdale?" Ransom simply laughed and took away your dishes. He was doing dishes too?!!? At this point he was basically doing all the daily things Harlan had hired you to do. He was actually capable of living! You checked your watch and it was 12:15.
Ransom had set down the dishes momentarily and walked you to the door.
"See you later?" He almost sounded worried like you'd run away. You just smiled up at him, nodding, and hoping this would never end.
"Thank you." It was all real. Ransom Drysdale had a change of attitude in a short span of a couple of days. He even had a heart, one that cared for you. After finishing your sentence, you stood on your tippy toes, kissing his cheek, sweetly and slowly. Turning on your heel to leave and go meet Harlan.
Oh if only you saw the effect you had on Ransom and how flustered he was...
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flying-elliska · 4 years ago
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i watched star trek discovery s3 ! thoughts !
- no matter what i always feel pushed to be overall positive about disco because of all the stupid whiny fanboys dunking on it because it’s too *diverse* and I think this season did pretty well in that regard and that it’s just very refreshing to have a cast that is just a lot more realistic re:what humans would look like in that era
- s3....i actually really enjoyed overall ? by going to the future, they’re not so stuck between all the older shows, being a prequel and bringing old characters back etc etc. they can explore new territory. And like. I don’t think they handled a lot of the plots as well as they could have. It had this HUGE potential that i don’t think they really made good on, because this series’ writing is just...i don’t know, a bit wack sometimes, like it was written by lots of different people pulling in a different direction. i see what it’s trying to do in terms of sociological and philosophical storytelling, but it’s often a bit too simplistic. but i just...i love these characters, i thought the season’s set up was so interesting, and it was just so much fun. and like...star trek has always been full of cheese and shortcuts and stories that focused more on emotions. it’s not hard scifi. it’s just not. i would like disco to come through with more philosophical/geopolitical episodes sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it’s ‘not star trek’
- Booker is definitely my favorite new character of the season. He’s just so cool ? Like a charming rogue idealist with an enormous cat named Grudge who travels around space to save endangered species ? that is just so new. i’m so tired of cynical rogues, they’re so overdone. but Booker breaks the rules because he CARES. yes. the empath thing is very sexy. the episode with his brother was so interesting. Booker’s the idealist but he left his people behind, while the brother is doing awful things to keep his people from starving to death, and so both their perspectives are understandable, and i love that they came to an understanding. also his chemistry with Michael is great, even though i wish they had taken more time to show us their developping relationship. but the episode when they met is one of my faves. that episode where he helps the slave workers rebel was !!!!! i hope they give him more to do next season apart from “Michael’s boyfriend” but yeah. he’s great.
- i just loved seeing the crew bond!!! so much! they’ve gone through so much together ! i definitely ship jola now. they’re just so cool. i hope we get to know the others in the bridge crew more but i love the bits we got, about them adapting to these crazy new circumstances, and about ‘growing through change’ ; even though i thought some elements like Detmer’s PTSD were dealt with a little bit too fast. I loved seeing Hugh trying to get everyone some mental support and therapy. I loved Tilly taking charge more and more ; and people recognize that even though she is emotional she’s also unfailingly compassionate and brave and those are qualities you want in a leader. ahhhh
- the new future is very interesting. i was afraid they would go too grimdark with the Federation gone, but...they’ve kept it relatively nuanced so that was interesting. seeing the Vulcans and Romulans reunited was quite incredible, and i loved the bit with the trial. and Michael deciding to back off so she wouldn’t risk their fragile unity. and her admiring the fact that Spock’s life work came to fruition. emotions !!!!!
- Michael’s development is...a joy to see. I love Sonequa’s portrayal of her so much. and she’s so pretty lmao. the writing for her character is still a bit all over the place, though. i don’t feel they explained her big changes of mind enough, and i don’t always understand what they are trying to do with her character, sometimes it’s a bit too much of ‘whatever the plot requires’. the series has a tendency to both make her the one who always saves the day a bit too much and to put too big of a burden on her in ways that feel iffy. But i’m still super happy to have her be captain, finally, and can’t wait to see how she grows into the role.
- I thought the Terra Firma episodes were so interesting ; it was fascinating to see how much Georgiou has changed through her time in the Prime universe. Mirror universe characters redemption arc is a Star Trek classic, after all. I am sad to see her gone from Disco but i feel like her next series could potentially be sooooo interesting. i mean, i know the evil promiscuous bisexual cliché is a bit bad, but Michelle Yeoh is just having SO MUCH FUN in the role i kind of forget about it. it’s a bit like ‘nggggh evil queer lady sexy’ thing. and the guardian of forever !!!
- Adira and Grey...now, i do think it was great to introduce a trans guy and a non-binary person and to make them a couple, totally awesome. i am not entirely convinced by their story though, i don’t feel they had a lot to do past their introduction. and the fact that Grey started the series being dead already...i mean they’re probably bring him back somehow but they have a bit too much of a tendency to kill their queer characters already, it’s an issue for me. i liked Stamets and Culber kind of adopting them that was cute but they didn’t do much this season either. i have to say tho, two gay dads telling a trans kid they will ‘help him be seen’ was like awwwwwwww
- i found the ending...a little bit underwhelming. it’s the opposite of s2, where i found the season pretty meh until the ending which i found kind of incredible. this one...the Emerald Chain was a cool villain, but I don’t feel like it materialized enough. i did think it was interesting to ‘tempt’ the Federation, to see how their principles held up ; but the fact that most of their problems with dilithium seem to be solved by the end of the season is a bit...hm, is that all ? similarly, the revelation that Su’kal was at the core of it all...i found the bits in the stimulations kind of fascinating, the theme of the importance of connection, etc. that said, i was hoping the solution to the Burn to be a bit more...Geopolitical. I just miss Deep Space Nine in that regard, they knew how to do political storylines in a way that felt so deeply grounded and complex. In Disco, problems get solved a bit too easily, and so it just feels like everything has less impact.
But overall, this is probably the season i’m most likely to rewatch for fun. the first two are so gritty, and they have made some really stupid story choices. this one is a lot more like a fun space adventure, and honestly that’s not a bad thing. even though next season I really hope they will put some effort into the worldbuilding. because sometimes it feels a little bit like modern storytelling has dumbed star trek down (i feel the movies are responsible in part, but it’s also like a general thing accross the board)
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novissa · 4 years ago
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it’s brighter now
here’s the nova birthday fic finally!! here’s the original post. also this wasn’t supposed to be this long but it’s over 3k words now i guess
“Nova!” Ruby yells, catching her by surprise. Nova almost loses her balance as Ruby throws her arms around her.
“Is everything okay?” Nova asks, cautiously hugging Ruby back. The touch doesn’t shock her as much as it used to.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us about your birthday!” Ruby says, jokingly offended. “I know we couldn’t celebrate last year, with everything… but we could have a party this year.”
Nova freezes, trying to remember the date. It’s… “Sweet rot, it’s May 26th,” she says. Ruby’s beaming face confirms it. “That means… tomorrow’s my birthday.” She completely forgot. Birthdays never really were much of a focus with the anarchists, and her presents mainly were science experiments with Leroy. Occasionally Winston would tell her a story or draw something for her, but most of the time it was just a present to eat something other than honey.
“Don’t tell me you forgot,” Ruby says. Nova shrugs.
“How did you even figure out my birthday?” Nova asks instead of replying to that.
“Your file,” Ruby says. “I was doing desk work for Thunderbird earlier and I wanted to see when your birthday was.” She smiles. “I mean, I didn’t expect it to be this soon, but I’m glad I didn’t miss it!” When Nova raises an eyebrow, she adds, “Well, Leroy also told me.”
Nova can’t hold back her smile. Of course. “You really don’t have to do anything—”
“Shut up, Nova,” Ruby says fondly, “We’ll throw a party for you. Balloons, cake, the works.”
Nova frowned. “I don’t want a party,” she says quickly.
Ruby looks at her, then nods. “Okay, if it makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to have one. But we have to celebrate somehow! What if it was just the team? We could go to the movies or go skydiving or something!”
Nova laughs. “Do people actually do that? Anyway, I’d… be alright if it was just the team. And Narcissa. But no skydiving or anything. Maybe something we’d do on a normal night. We could just watch a couple movies at home.” It surprises her how… almost excited she is for this. While she’s still not too big on the idea of a birthday party, she really does love these guys. Her friends. Friendship is still a concept that is fairly new to her, but she’s glad she has them. Maybe… maybe she’s not so far gone after all.
“Yes!” Ruby says, hugging her again. “Okay, this is the greatest thing ever. I’ve got to go, but we’ll figure out a time for tomorrow. Okay. See you later, Nova! You’re the best.”
Nova smiles. “See you,” she says lightly. “Oh, but please don’t make a big deal. No presents or cake or anything—”
Ruby’s face lights up. “Don’t give me any ideas.”
“I swear to the stars, Ruby, if you’re about to text the team to plan something elaborate—”
Ruby laughs. “Sorry, I have to go! My… brothers need me to help them with their… science project!”
Nova sighs, but a smile plays on her lips. She can’t say she’s too terribly annoyed about all of this. It wasn’t long ago that she was completely uncertain about where she fit with her team, but now… things really are good. Sometimes she still hears gunshots in her head when she closes her eyes, but she doesn’t need to run anymore.
(The second Ruby’s out of Nova’s line of sight, she sends a text to the rest of the team.)
Ruby to nova defense squad May 26, 2:42 p.m.
GUYS WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY
Nova’s trying to figure out how to make Oscar a cane-gun when he knocks on her door. He hands her a cupcake and she takes it, slightly puzzled as to what’s going on. “Uh… hi?” she says.
“Nova! Happy birthday-eve!” Oscar says enthusiastically. “Ruby told me about the plan for tomorrow night, and I wanted to stop by to see how you were doing with all your inventions and stuff. And my grandma insisted I bring you a cupcake.”
“Thanks,” she says. “Um, do you want to come in?” He’s acting kind of weird. “I can show you how your cane-gun’s coming along.”
“Yeah, sounds great,” Oscar says, slightly distracted. “What do you use to make your inventions? Like, what supplies?”
Nova blinks at him. This is odd. “Well, it depends…” She explains the different materials she uses the most, though Oscar mainly looks confused.
“Uh, could you write that down?”
Nova nods, reaching for a sheet of paper. “Why? Are you… considering learning more about this?”
“Yeah! That’s exactly it!” Oscar says quickly, looking very relieved. “It’s so interesting hearing about your inventions and I’m thinking of giving it a try. That’s why I wanted to know.”
Nova smiles. She loves to see other people getting excited about engineering. “We can go supply shopping together! And I can help you! Are you free right now?” She runs through the list of everything she’d need to help him with in her head.
“Um— no. Sorry. I’m meeting up with Ruby in a few minutes,” he says apologetically. “But maybe sometime this week?”
“Yeah!” she says. “Is there anything else going on?” She studies him carefully, watching him fidget with his cane. Something’s definitely not normal. “Are you… okay?”
“Yeah, totally!” Oscar says (not very convincingly). “Anyway, thanks for talking to me about this. And the design for the cane-gun looks awesome! I’ve got to meet up with Ruby now, but seriously. Thank you. And happy birthday-eve.”
Nova smiles and closes the door behind him. That was weird.
Oscar to nova defense squad May 26, 2:58 p.m.
Ahhhh I’m not good at lying
Nova heads to Leroy’s apartment the next morning. She tries to visit him as often as possible, and it’s always interesting to see his latest science experiment. He greets her at the door with a grin. “It’s my favorite birthday girl!” he says, wrapping her up in a hug. Nova feels like she’s gotten caught in quite a few hugs lately, but she finds that she doesn’t mind it as much as she thought she would.
“How have you been doing?” she asks him, eager to get the attention off of her birthday.
“About the same as you asked last,” he says. “I’ve been talking to Hugh and Simon a little.”
This catches her off guard. She figured out that most of the council isn’t actually that bad a while ago, but it’s still so odd to think of Leroy chatting with his once mortal enemies. She tends to try to keep her life compartmentalized, and the idea of a former anarchist and the head of the Renegades council gossiping over tea is too weird for her. “How are they?” she asks, still trying to wrap her head around that mental picture.
“Good,” Leroy says. “I’m glad that Simon can be around Max now. It sounds like they’re very happy.”
Nova smiles at that. She wishes the best for them, even though it wasn’t long ago that she attempted to murder Hugh. “I’m glad. They deserve to be happy.”
Leroy watches her carefully. “About that… are you?” At Nova’s confused look, he adds, “Happy. I know you said it wasn’t joy you were looking for when I gave you the choice to be free, but now… are you happy?”
Nova thinks about it for a moment. She never thought that it would be possible, after the death of her family and her search for revenge. Even now, there are hard days for her. Sometimes she likes to imagine an alternate universe where things aren’t so broken, where she has a sister and a few less scars and can fall asleep every night. But in this universe… so many things have gone wrong and have shattered and broken into a thousand pieces. But maybe she doesn’t have to imagine all these universes. She thinks of every kind thing her friends have done for her, Ruby’s insistence that they do something for her birthday, Max’s geology jokes, the cupcake Oscar gave her, and Adrian’s hand in hers. There is goodness in this world. While she can’t fall asleep every night (and often likes the perks of not having to sleep), she feels safe for the first time in years. Maybe her family’s dead, but she’s made her own. She has scars all over her body, but she finds that she doesn’t hate them anymore. So maybe she is. She looks at Leroy and nods. “Yeah,” she says softly. “Yeah. I think I am.”
Leroy’s face softens. “That’s good. I’m glad. So am I, I think.”
She smiles again. It’s a new feeling, and a bit disconcerting, but she kind of likes being happy. She’s never felt so light.
“What are your plans for your birthday?” Leroy asks.
As much as Nova wanted to avoid this topic before, she doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. It’s an instinct to hide, to pretend to hate things so that she doesn’t feel bad about not experiencing it before, but it’s also nice to let herself hope. “I’m going to hang out with the team tonight,” she says. “I don’t want something huge, but I do like being with my friends.” Friends. The word still feels foreign on her tongue. “I might hang out with Adrian this afternoon, too.”
Leroy smiles. “That sounds good.” It looks like a thought occurs to him. “But I think Adrian might be busy this afternoon. Something about, um… Max.”
“Huh,” Nova says, looking at him closely. Leroy’s a pretty good liar, but after spending ten years with him she can tell when something’s off. Interesting. She wrinkles her nose as she detects a new scent. “Wait… is something burning?”
Leroy’s eyes widen. “Oh! That’s one of my new experiments. I’ll take care of it. You should go. I don’t want you to have to deal with something like this on your birthday.” He shoos her out the door.
“I can help—” Nova’s cut off by Leroy waving at her and then closing the door. “Oh.”
Leroy (direct message to Simon Westwood) May 27, 2:07 p.m.
I think I burnt the cookies.
After leaving Leroy’s apartment, Nova goes back to her own apartment before realizing that she left her jacket at Adrian’s house a couple days ago. She contemplates just waiting until tonight to pick it up, but she kind of wants something to do. She calls him, but he doesn’t pick up.
Nova (direct message to Adrian Everhart) May 27, 2:40 p.m.
hey i left my jacket at your house on monday can i come over?
Adrian 2:41 p.m.
Sorry I’m not home! But you can pick it up tonight
Nova 2:41 p.m.
oh it’s okay i’ll just get it now i have the key
Adrian 2:41 p.m.
No don’t do that my dads are trying a new recipe Kasumi gave them and you do NOT want to get caught up in that
Nova frowns down at her phone and considers going anyway. Then again, it is just a jacket. She’ll get it back tonight. Instead she picks up one of the books she borrowed from Narcissa and still hasn’t started reading yet.
Ruby to OPERATION DAYDREAM May 27, 3:01 p.m.
Running a little late but I’ll be there in 5!
Nova’s almost halfway through her book when Adrian texts her. She glances at the text, then gets up. Her fingers shaking, she quickly types out a response, then rushes out of her apartment.
Adrian (direct message to Nova Artino) May 27, 4:51 p.m.
Nova I’m really really sorry to do this on your birthday and that it interferes with our plans but can you come to my house right now?? It’s about Max and we really need your help
Nova knocks on the Everhart-Westwood household’s door. When she doesn’t get a response, she fishes out her key from her pocket and unlocks it, worry gnawing at her mind. She steps inside. The house is dark, but nothing about it seems unusual. Just… very quiet. She creeps into the kitchen, reaching out to turn a light on when she thinks she hears a giggle. She pauses, wondering if she imagined it. She steps forward, when the lights suddenly flicker on and there’s a chorus of voices screaming “Happy Birthday!”
She almost screams, and then realizes that it’s just her friends. Her entire team is there, along with Max, Narcissa, Simon, Hugh, and… Leroy. There must be a hundred balloons around the room, along with some messily hung streamers. Some slightly burnt cookies sit on the dining table, along with a cake that has “happy birthday” written on it in icing. It’s just so very ridiculous and insane and normal that she feels like she could cry. Everything about this has her friends’ handiwork, and she can’t help but laugh. This explains why everyone was acting so weird. “Sweet rot,” she says. “I can’t believe you did this.” She glances at Max, who is beaming at her. “Max is alright?” she asks, just to make sure. “That was just to get me here?”
Max hugs her. “I’m fine.”
She lets herself relax and smiles at her friends. At her family. “This is the best birthday ever,” she says. “Come on. Let me hug you.” And she absolutely cannot stand group hugs, but she figures that it’s called for in this situation. And maybe she doesn’t hate things as much as she thought she did.
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The cake is delicious. The cookies are noticeably burnt, but the fact that Leroy cared enough about her to try to bake was enough. More than any of that, though, being with the people she cares about is the best part. She doesn’t care if she sounds cheesy; it’s true.
Once they finish off the cake, Danna suggests that they move downstairs. “We can open presents and then watch some movies,” Danna tells her, and Nova wants to complain about the fact that she didn’t want any presents, but in the end she decides to just nod and thank them.
“Go on without me,” Nova says. “There are some things I want to talk about with them.” She nods towards Hugh, Simon, and Leroy. Adrian squeezes her hand as he heads downstairs.
Once they’ve all left, she turns to Leroy. “Thank you,” she manages to choke out without crying. He’s been the closest thing she’s had to a father for over ten years, and she knows that he always tried to make her birthday special when she was with the anarchists. And now that they’re finally out of the woods, he found a way to make her feel loved. “The cookies were lovely.”
Leroy smiles his lopsided smile that she loves so much. “You’re welcome,” he says. “And no, they weren’t.” He shrugs. “I think my baking skills have improved, though,” he says. “And I barely did anything. Your friends really are something, Nova.”
“They really are,” she says. Turning to Simon and Hugh, she tries to figure out what to say and fails. “Thank you,” she says instead, and tries to convey everything she’s not saying into those two words. It’s not just for the party.
“Of course,” Simon says, and in those two words he tells her that he understands. He says them so earnestly, and it means that they would never consider not doing this. “Thank you for everything that you’ve done for Adrian.”
Hugh nods, and Nova almost loses it. She’s not used to crying. “Nova… your parents would be so proud of you.”
This time she can’t stop it, and a tear rolls down her cheek, followed by others.
Hugh pats her on the back. “Happy birthday.”
-
Once Nova has dried her eyes, she joins the others downstairs.
“Finally!” Oscar says teasingly. “You have to open my present first.”
She laughs and humors him, and then laughs some more when she finds what’s inside. “So this is why you were talking to me about my inventions.”
Oscar shrugs. “To be honest, everything you said went over my head, but I would still like to give it a try.”
To no one’s surprise, Narcissa’s gift is a couple books that she picked out for Nova, and Nova’s glad that she can finally say that she started reading that book she borrowed a couple months ago. There was so much bad blood between them not long ago, and Nova’s astounded by how far they’ve come since then. And also how different things are from the time they dated. It’s so strange to think of that now.
Ruby gifts Nova a friendship bracelet, and Nova barely stops herself from crying again. It fits on her wrist perfectly, next to her father’s bracelet.
Max is next, and he hands her a small model of a house. “It’s from my replica of Gatlon City,” he explains, “so technically Adrian made it. But it’s our house. Just to remind you that while you have your own place now, you’re always welcome here.”
Nova sniffles. For a happy occasion, there seems to be a lot of crying.
Danna gives her yarn and knitting needles. Nova hugs her, and she’s relieved that things seem to be normal now between her and Danna. “They’re extra sharp so that you can also stab people with them,” Danna says with a wink.
Finally, Adrian hands her a canvas. It’s a painting of people standing under a starry sky. There’s her parents, exactly how she described them to Adrian, and Nova is painted in the center, surrounded by the rest of her team, as well as Narcissa and Max. She also sees Hugh and Simon, and Leroy, and… and Callum and Winston. There’s even a little Maggie in the corner, her face drawn in its usual frown.
She wipes at her eyes, not wanting to get tears on the painting. “Adrian… this is beautiful.”
Adrian kisses her on the cheek. “I wanted to paint something that would show how much you mean to us. And what better way to do that than to have a painting of all of the people who love you?” She smiles, and hugs him. “I left some space so that we could add on, because there are going to be so many more people who love you in your life.”
“I love it,” she says. And I love you.
“Now, are we ready to watch a ton of movies?” Ruby asks, her eyes sparkling. Nova smiles at her, trying to thank her for putting all of this together. Ruby smiles back.
Nova (direct message to Adrian Everhart) May 27, 9:55 p.m.
hey i didn’t really get a chance to say as much earlier but thank you so much for your present adrian. it really means a lot that you would care enough to do that
Adrian 9:55 p.m.
You’re welcome!!!! I love you Nova
Nova 9:56 p.m.
i love you too.
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overobsessivewhumper · 5 years ago
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Mutt’s hospital visit
Ahhhh... Finally i got to writing! This took too long! Not one of my best works, but hey... This is extra bad, because my knowledge of hospitals and medicine are very limited
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Content warning: hospital, broken ribs, mention of other injuries, modern slavery, past abuse
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Gavin should have noticed sooner. It was so obvious. Any other person would have noticed. Everything was pointing to it. The coughing, Caleb’s shallow and careful breathing, the way he occasionally clutched his side in pain when he thought Gavin wasn’t paying attention to him. But Gavin didn’t notice, did he? Not until he finally came around to asking Caleb to show him what’s wrong and saw the very unnatural shift of rib bones along his right side.
And Gavin’s ignorance is precisely the reason he’s currently driving as fast as he dares, heart rate going a whole lot faster then it probably should in a healthy human, whilst Caleb sits on the passenger seat, looking equal parts absolutely terrified and confused. Gavin should have noticed sooner. Caleb could have died of internal bleeding! Hell, he could be dying right now!
“Just… Just hang in there Caleb. It’s fine. You’re… You’re going to be fine! This is all fine! You are not dying!” Gavin wondered who he was actually trying to reassure; Caleb, or himself. Gavin glances over at Caleb. Caleb does not look reassured.
“D… Dying?! I’m… I’m dying?” Gavin curses himself for being this shit at handling stress situations.
“No. No. It’s fine Caleb. I… You’re going to be fine! It’s just… just broken ribs. It’s fine.” Turning his attention back to the road, Gavin tries to get his breathing in check, attempting a few slow and deep breaths in a row. Gavin can feel Caleb’s eyes on him, getting the feeling that the man next to him is burning to ask him something, but doesn’t dare to say anything.
“You want to say something, right? Go on. You always have my permission to speak.” Gavin’s words come out a bit choked between his shitty attempts at calm breathing. He can see Caleb fidgeting with his hands in the corner of his eye.
“I… Mas… I… I mean Gavin I…” He closes his eyes, swallowing hard. He clenches his fists before speaking louder, faster and clearer than Gavin heard him ever before. “If you’re bringing me to a… a Pet pound because of a… a few br… broken ribs, I… I beg you not to! I can st… still work! I can be… be useful a… and good, eve… even if I am damaged goods!” For a moment, Gavin can’t say anything. But he jumps back into action when he can see Caleb curling in on himself again, looking horrified at how he just spoke back to his Master. Gavin can sense him going into apologising and begging for forgiveness mode.
“No! I’m not taking you to a Pet pound!” Gavin stops. He’s being too loud. He can’t get loud with Caleb. He tries again, keeping his voice at a moderate level. “I would never Caleb. “ Caleb is staring at his wrists. “Caleb… Please look at me.” Caleb obeys, as he always does. “I can’t look at you right now. Don’t want to get us caught up in a car accident as well… But please. Trust me when I say, I’m not going to give you away. Not now, not ever.” Gavin feels Caleb itching to ask something again.
“It’s okay if you want to ask something Caleb. I won’t see it as rude.” Caleb resumes his fidgeting again.
“I… Ga… Gavin, whe… where are we go… going then?” Good question. Where are they going to? Caleb needs medical care. And fast. Gavin is not risking a man’s death over said man’s assurance that he can work on with broken ribs. Pet medical facilities have the biggest array of different treatments, but Gavin doesn’t trust them, nor does he like the rumours he’s heard about the places. And it could very well scare Caleb, seeing one of those places, and he might assume Gavin might still want to give him away.
No. no way in hell is Gavin taking Caleb to one of those places.
Normal hospitals offer limited treatment for Pets, but only in emergency situations. Well if this wouldn’t be counted as a emergency situation, Gavin didn’t know what would. Gavin shuddered. His dislike of hospitals is big, but he wouldn’t risk a humans life because of one of his silly dislikes.
Caught deep in thought, Gavin almost misses a turn, and ends up having to do it a little too fast and sharp. Caleb gets caught unready for the sudden change of direction, and hits the car door with his shoulder. He grunts in pain, wrapping his arm around his right side as the movement must have jostled his ribs. Guilt pools in Gavin’s stomach, hot and sharp.
“Shit, Caleb, I am so sorry! Crap… Sorry! I’ll try to drive more careful!” Gavin is aware that he’s being too loud, but he can’t help it. Caleb just has a confused and pained expression plastered on his face. Well, at least he probably didn’t mistake me raising my voice as signs of anger, Gavin thinks.
Gavin decides against saying anything else, knowing that he keeps saying thing that just make Caleb worry more. Shutting up is his best option here. And that he does for the rest of the drive. There are no more issues with Gavin’s terrible driving leading to more pain for Caleb, but the way he takes every breath with extreme caution worries Gavin a lot.
Getting Caleb out of the car needs a little bit of patience and gentle coaxing, fear evident on the smaller man’s still bruised face. It’s obvious Caleb wants to obey, but the fear is keeping him from doing that, causing him even more distress. Eventually, Gavin manages to get him out, promising him that he won’t leave his side, and telling him that he can hold on to him if that makes him feel better.
Cautiously, pale, frail fingers wrap around Gavin’s left arm gently, as Caleb’s worried eyes skim across the parking lot. Gavin smiles reassuringly, lightly placing his bigger hand over the smaller, scarred one clutching to his upper arm.
“You’re doing great Caleb.” Caleb doesn’t look like he’s sure he should be allowed to believe that.
Keeping his pace slow as to accommodate for Caleb’s limp, Gavin starts walking towards the entrance of the hospital. Gavin’s concern spikes at how small and breakable Caleb looks clinging to his arm. It’s only been approximately two days since Gavin first saw Caleb kneeling on the floor before him in Mr. Hughes house, but Gavin already knows that if it came to it, he’d be ready to take bullets for this guy. Caleb deserves more love and care and positive attention then Gavin could ever give him and it burns him up inside that people like his boss would find pleasure and amusement in abusing people like him.
Caleb has a poorly concealed expression of pain spread to every corner of his face, worrying Gavin further.
As they step into the hospital, Caleb moves a little closer to Gavin, so close that he’s pressed right against his side. Gavin takes his hand in his.
“Hey… It’s okay. I won’t leave your side.”
Caleb mumbles a quiet “Thank you Master.” in response.
Once at the reception desk, Gavin contemplates just not mentioning that Caleb is a Pet, but eventually decides against it. The chip would get noticed, and he’d only prologue Caleb’s wait for treatment and get them both into trouble.
So he has to explain to the man at the desk, probably in his early forties with black hair and reading glasses, that he’s actually Caleb’s owner. The man’s smile fades to a frown.
“Oh. You’re one of those people. Well you just need to go right down that hall, and at the far left, you’ll find a door leading to the Pet ward. Good luck finding it.” He does nothing to conceal the disgust in his voice or expression. Gavin nods and smiles, before going in the direction the receptionist pointed him. Guilt blooms in Gavin’s chest once again.
It doesn’t take them too long to get there, even with Caleb’s limp. He’s obviously pushing himself hard to walk fast.
Once in the ward, Gavin is greeted with another reception desk, this time maned by a young blond girl, currently typing something on the computer in front of her. She looks up at Gavin, and then over at Caleb. She frowns at Caleb, probably because of the terrified way he clings to Gavin’s side, and the bruises littering his face and neck.
“Yes?” Her voice has a hint of sadness to it.
“I well… Um…” He points at Caleb. “He’s got like… seriously bad looking broken ribs all along his right side and I don’t know how long he’s had them and he could be dying of internal bleeding and he’s in a lot of pain, like… a lot! And I don’t know if some of the bones pierced some of his internal organs or something! It looks really bad!” Gavin couldn’t stop the spew of words from coming from his mouth, barely remembering that he still has to breath.
“Woah there Mister, calm down! Can you show me how bad it looks?” Quietly apologising to Caleb, he tugs his t-shirt up and shows her his right side. “Yeah… That doesn’t look good… I’ll make sure to get a doctor to see you as soon as possible.” She grabs a piece of bright yellow paper and a pen from the side and hands both to Gavin. “In the meantime, fill this out. Waiting room’s over there.”
She points to a door to the side. Gavin nods and steps into the waiting room, Caleb still clutching to his arm.
There aren’t many other people in the waiting room. There’s an elder lady with a tired expression on her face sitting on a chair with a female Pet sitting at her feet. She looks like a rather high class pet, dressed rather fancily. She has her knees drawn up to her chest an her eyes closed. There is a second woman siting in a chair further away. She looks younger and seriously pissed. She has a male Pet kneeling at her feet, a less high class pet then the other woman. The Pet has his arm cradled to his chest, it looks bent in an odd angle. There is a third Pet kneeling in the corner. It seems his Owner has left him here, probably to impatient or busy to wait with his Pet. The Pet has burns running up and down his arms. They don’t look all too bad, but cover a big enough area to need to have someone have a look at them.
Gavin sits down, making sure that Caleb sits in the chair right next to him. The elder lady seems put off by this. Gavin ignores her displease expression and starts filling out the formalities on the paper. It doesn’t ask much. Just basics, like the owners name, address, phone number and year of birth. It asks even less of the Pet. Merely their number and why they where brought here. Gavin has forgotten Caleb’s number by now. He leans closer to Caleb.
“What’s your number again?” He keeps his voice gentle and quiet.
“43002612” Caleb sounds a bit scared. Gavin can feel him trembling beside him. Gavin puts the paper to the side and turns to Caleb.
“Hey… You’re doing so great. And I really mean it. I know how stressful and scary hospitals can be.” He gently takes his Pet’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “Is the pain bad? Please be honest.”
Caleb stares at Gavin, hesitating, before very cautiously nodding. Gavin frowns.
“But you’re doing really good.” Gavin smiles. For a moment, Caleb’s eyes seem to brighten up slightly.
It seems to Gavin that it takes ages until they get called out of the waiting room, the elderly lady complaining about them getting called out first in the background as they leave the waiting room.
In the doctor’s office Caleb gets asked to sit up on the examination table and take of his t-shirt. He does so with a bit of aid from Gavin’s part.
The doctor is a smallish man with greying brown hair that looks like he’s done with everything. He moves his chair closer to where Caleb is sitting, and scans his chip.
“Oh, only been his owner for a few days then, huh?” He eyes the bruises covering Caleb. Gavin nods, but says nothing. “Okay then. Lets get on with this then. I don’t have much time. Lay down please.”
Caleb looks at his Master questioningly, and when Gavin nods, he does what is asked of him.
The doctor examines the area by pressing at Caleb’s ribs gently and listening to his lungs.
“Well he has four broken ribs on his right side, that’s for sure, but his lungs are fine. But you’re not getting out of running him through an x-ray.”
“What about internal bleeding?”
“Well. I can’t really determine that from outside. We will run an MRI too to determine that.” Gavin nods.
The doctor runs through some technical things with Gavin whilst Caleb sits next to him silently. Gavin soon notices that there is no way he will be able to join Calen during the tests he’ll have to go through, and begins to worry about him. He promised he’d stay at Caleb’s side. When Caleb catches on to this he clings to Gavin even tighter.
“I know I promised I wouldn’t leave your side. I’m sorry, but I can’t come with you for this. I’m so sorry. But I’ll be right back at your side as soon as I can. And that’s a promise I plan to keep.” Caleb looks scared and unconvinced, but, obedient as ever, lets himself get led away.
This is when Gavin really starts to worry. It’s taking way too long. What if Caleb feels uncomfortable or scared? What if he passed out from internal blood loss? Gavin can feel himself hyperventilating again as he paces the halls of the Pet ward. He tries to get his breathing under control by breathing slowly into his cupped hands and holding his breath for ten seconds. It works moderately, but he still needs to lean against the wall for a moment.
It’s just all so much! A few days ago, he had nothing to do with Pet’s at all, nor did he think he ever would, and now, he owns one, and even might be responsible for his death. Yes, he wasn’t the one to inflict the wounds, but he should have noticed. He should have noticed. He should have took Caleb to the hospital straight away. Gavin rubs the palm of his hands across his face. There are so many things he should or could have done. So many. He just hopes he didn’t do the ones he did too late.
When he spots Caleb limping in his direction alongside a nurse, he feels like he can breath just a little bit freer. He starts bombarding her with questions and she tells him to calm down and that she’ll explain in a moment, sending Gavin’s heart racing with worry again.
Once Caleb is back on the examination table, she explains to Gavin that he hasn’t gotten any internal damage aside from the bruising around his broken ribs, and that the fractures are rather basic, so it will heal on its own.
“They won’t need any further medical treatment, but the rest of him sure does.” She glares at Gavin.
Gavin silently holds Caleb’s hand through out the treatment of the rest of his injuries, caressing the back of his hand with his thumb again. At one point the nurse leans in closer and asks something of Caleb. He shakes his head and says something quietly. The nurse looks up at Gavin.
“He says you didn’t do all this to him.” She gestures at the burn on Caleb’s ribs she’s currently tending to. Gavin shakes his head.
“No. I’ve only…” Gavin sighs. “Only been his… his owner for a short while.” She nods, becoming slightly less hostile towards Gavin.
Once she’s done, Caleb  is bandaged up much neater then the low quality of bandaging Gavin had achieved. The nurse briefly explains some basics about how to care for the different wounds and how all he could do for the broken ribs is let Caleb rest and ice the area.
“What about some stronger pain killers? He’s in a lot of pain… I’ve been giving him Advil, but it isn’t nearly strong enough.”
She almost laughs out loud.
“Oh dear, no. I’m afraid that’s frightfully illegal.” Gavin blinks in confusion.
“What?”
“Prescribing Pet’s strong pain meds is illegal, dear. Have you been living under a rock?” What the hell?! Gavin runs his hands through his hair.
“Yeah. Apparently I have.”
From then on, Gavin tries to get out of there as fast as possible, wanting to get Caleb into an environment with less people, and himself out of the sterile halls of the hospital which seem much narrow for his liking.
When they are finally back in the car, he feels a little bit more relaxed. But he doesn’t trust himself to drive just yet.
“You did really good in there Caleb! You stayed so calm…” Caleb’s eyes brighten ever so slightly again.
“Tha… Thank you Gavin!” Gavin smiles a bit.
“Are you okay? Please answer truthfully.” Caleb stares at Gavin, trembling slightly. He seems to have no idea how to react.
“I guess what I’m asking is, do you need a hug?” Caleb hesitates and Gavin wonders if Caleb even likes such close physical proximity.
“I… I don’t think I… I deserve a… a reward Ma… Master Gavin…” Oh, so that’s what this is about.
“Well. I think you handled yourself really well in there. I think you deserve it.” Caleb looks unsure.
“I… Really?”
“Yes.” Gavin smiles reassuringly.
“Then… I… I’d be happy to a… accept a hug, Master Ga… Gavin”
Gavin manoeuvres himself closer to the passenger seat awkwardly, and gently wraps his arms around Caleb, careful as not to hurt him further. The position is rather uncomfortable for Gavin, the car’s gear stick sticking painfully into his thy, but by the way Caleb leans into Gavin, he really needed the hug, and then Gavin is more than happy to suffer through some minor discomfort for that.
To be honest, Caleb wasn’t the only one that really needed a hug.
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rogermeddowstaylorr · 6 years ago
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tag game!
i was tagged by the sweetest people on earth: @ogrogerbattle and @supersonicfreddie for two different tag games! (i merged the two tag games bc some questions where the same!)
nickname: my friends calls me Nini ! and we’re making puns with french words (Ninaturiste, Ninavion, ... sorry my english fellows you will not understand those puns! )
star sign: sagittarius
what i’m wearing: dust coloured dungarees with a very vintage flowery green shirt! And of course i never leave my converses!
dream job: being a musical expert on 60s to 70s music, the beatles or queen! And also why not being an author. I’m dreaming also to be an archaeologist since i’m a child but that’s pretty hard for me, unfortunately ...!
favourite quote: “Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts” by Frida Kahlo (idk why!)
favourite food: cannelloni spinash/ricotta and sponge cake with orange marmelade!
favourite movie: i’m so in love with Into The Wild since so long. But i also adore most Wes Anderson’s movies, and Bridget Jones diary (hi Hugh Grant!) . Harold and Maude, Prince Avalanche, The shape of Water, Le Grand Bain (french movie!),and She are also my favourites movies ever. (i’ve got too much movies i like huh help)
favourite sport: i was dancing when i was a child, and i admit i kinda miss it
favourite book: Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer and On the road by Jack Kerouac (yeah i like beat generation)
favourite song: WHAT A HARD QUESTION! I love Lovely Rita, Martha My Dear, Blackbird, In Spite of all the Danger, and so more Beatles songs (but it would be too long!), Keep Yourself Alive, Drowse, Tenement Funster, Doing Alright by Queen, but also Life on Mars, Lady stardust by David Bowie! Last but not least Elton John’s songs have a special place in my heart: Your song or Rocket man are fabulous !!! (special note to Emotional Rescue by the Stones, Le Sud by Nino Ferrer and a lot of Lenorman songs...!)
what do i hate: I hate when people are mean for fun and those racist, homophobic, chauvinist combo people. But i also hate coconuts.
dream trip: i would love to go to London !!! (and it’s happening this summer ahhhh!) also USA is a big dream with Grece, Holland, Japan... i would love to travel the whole world!
random fact: John Lennon (aka the love of my life with Roger, yeah, i like blind bitches) broke up with Yoko Ono during the 1973-75 period and live his best life with his assistant May Pang. (Not his total best life because of too much alcohol and drugs but he looks so happy with her. He looks so... him and chubbier.)
describe yourself in aethetic things: the smell of old books, flowery late 60s shirts, converses, old records albums, antique stores, library, and record player
do i get ask: hum no, my first ask was this week actually! Feel free to send me ask ? i know i don’t have a lot of people following me, but why not?
other blogs: my main blog is @seasexnsun , my beatles fanblog is @lennonislove (i’m not very active on it but heuefkf) and  my “study-emotional-selfhelp” blog is @studylennon !
hogwarts house: Gryffindor!!!!
patronus: blackbird !!!! LIKE THE BEATLE’S SONG HUHUHUH
fav character: oof life is strange characters are making me live actually (i’m a child oh my-). 
any updates on new fics: oh well, i need help to correct some of them (feel free to help me) but i’ve got three unfinished fics on stand-by ! 
i would tag some people but actually don’t know who else to tag!!! feel free to do it if you want! 
@yourealegendfred @drowseoftheafternoonsundays @espoir-yellowhoney @silvver-rose @pastel-world14 @perfumefromparis 
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choerrypuffs · 3 years ago
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miss lana! hi again! i just watched notting hill last night because you answered in my ask before that starlet will based off of it in a way.. so yea i finally watched it and now i want to be anna and find a man as dreamy as william 😭😭 omg anna is freaking lucky to find a man like him. i think he is the only character in a romance movie that i truly loved which is making me more excited to read starlet!! ugh thanks to you i think i found a new fave romcom movie!!! ❤️
AHHHH I'M SO HAPPY YOU WATCHED IT!!! 🥰🥰🥰 yes ikr!!!!! young hugh grant as will was so perfect 😍 like the literal definition of dreamy 💖
and the "i'm just a girl" scene has such a chokehold on me it's not even funny??? i think about it at least once a week 🤧 same!!! will is THE blueprint for romcom men and no one will ever come close to beating him !! i'm glad you're excited for starlet!! i will try my best to live up to the perfection that is the original <3333
you have no idea how ecstatic it makes me that notting hill is one of your favs 🥺 thank you so much for watching it, my love, and now it's time to spread the notting hill agenda 🤩
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