#Send an ambulance and uhhh

[the-black-parade-system]

BEATLE MANIA IS REAL GOUDYS IM GOING BFERAL

SEND AN AMBULENCE IM SEIZING AND CLAWING AT MY BEDSHEETS

[sleepyverstappens]

I am always up for hearing more about pregnant Max. Share please 🙏🏼

Bet you thought you were getting something fluffy... well uhhh have some angst instead! TW: thoughts about death (Max is alive though!!)

“You okay Max?” he asks, pressing the radio button. The crash looked pretty nasty, but he’d seen worse in his time in the paddock. When no immediate response comes he starts to worry a little though. 

“Max?”

Nothing. 

“Max mate, talk to me!”

More silence and now the panic really kicks in, none of the calm race engineer inside of him left anymore. He sends a desperate look to Adrian and Christian next to him. 

“Someone tell the medics I can’t get in contact with him!”

“Max! Max, come on talk to me!”

Why wouldn’t he just respond to him. Come on Max wake up, speak to me, he was shouting in his head. Wait no, no. No, no no. What if he’s dead? Fear grips him tightly, his body feeling ice cold all of a sudden at the realisation that Max could be gone. 

He can hear the sirens of the ambulance and medical car as they speed off to Max, whilst behind him he can hear the roar of the other cars lining up in the pitlane. 19 cars lining up in a neat row without the number 33 car between them. As people rush out towards their drivers Max’s board radio remains eerily quiet, none of Max’s usual banter, no cursing. All he wants to hear right now is that scratchy voice telling him that he’s okay. 

The live feed blinks back to life, but all it shows is the pitlane, drivers getting out of their cars whilst his driver may be dead right now. He buries his head in his hands, leaving the headphones on just in case Max says something. Please just say something. 

[roll-da-credits]

Overprotective - Hawks x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: hi ! if you don’t mind could i request something for hawks?? you can do it as a oneshot or hcs (which ever works for you). basically my idea was that the reader and him work together but reader gets injured. its not even that bad maybe just like a deep cut on their or something but people come to load them into the ambulance and hawks is just in protective birb mode. mans has his wings around them and is glaring at anyone near and reader is just like “pls i just need to get stitches then i’ll be fine dummy”. protective hawks just makes my heart go hnnnggghhh,,

A/n: fun fact of the day, protective Hawks also make my heart go S;DFJLASDFLJA;SDJFA, I love him sm, like he's such a bastard but he's an amazing bastard yk? I mean just look at how absolutely dumb and adorable he looks in the banner❤️ Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!!!

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“Hawks, the situation has gotten a little bit out of hand, they can use an extra hero out there.” One of Keigo’s assistants informed him over the phone.

Before he even replied, he flew quickly over to the site, “I’m already here. Who’s on duty right now?” Keigo released some of his feathers to rescue some civilians, and listen in on whatever ruckus was happening.

“Kamui Woods and H/n, but their quirks aren’t the best fo-” Keigo didn’t even let the woman behind the phone finished before quickly turning off his phone and sending even more of his feathers to scan the area for you.

If he was called in for backup, that meant you and Kamui Woods weren’t able to contain the villain very well. Or it could mean both of you were injured far beyond being able to defeat it. His mind raced trying to listen in on every corner of the danger zone.

The villain wasn’t exactly incredibly destructive or murderous, he was just a criminal with a rather pesky quirk. Being able to create spikes wherever his skin touched and on his hands, led to a lot of bystanders in the busy area getting injured, both Kamui Woods and you, were rather overwhelmed.

“Woods, rescue the civilians, I’ll try to ambush him.” From one of his feathers, he could hear your voice and pinpointed your location before swiftly flying over there.

His eyes landed on yours, and for a brief second, you faltered in your position, rather shocked at seeing Keigo there. This small shock led your ambush to completely failing, the man had enough time to react to your attack.

The spikes on his hands were directed to slash your chest, if it wasn’t for a red feather quickly pushing you back, your chest would’ve been a giant gash by now. Keigo flew down and quickly apprehended the man with his feathers quite easily. Making you slightly scoff behind him.

“Always got to show off huh?” he looked back at you with a small smirk, only for it to immediately falter when he saw your right hand on your shoulder. Blood dripping from your fingers.

“Birdie, I thought you completely dodged it?!” Keigo walked over to you eyes glued on the wound, wings rather puffed up from worry.

“He can extend his spikes you know?” Since Keigo was still looking pretty alarmed, you tried calming his nerves down, “Love, it's literally nothing. I get worse injuries all the time, it’ll probably take 2 stitches and that’s it. I am a bit tired from all the fucking running though.”

You said the last words in a more joking manner and started to head over to an ambulance to get your wounds treated and transported to a hospital to check for any further damage.

That was your plan, before Keigo suddenly picked you up from the ground, his wings taking flight immediately.

“Oi Keigo what the FUCK are you doing?!?!??!?” You yelled, being completely shocked at the fact that a second ago your feet touched the ground, now there was no ground to be seen.

“Who knows if the people in the ambulance were actually working with the thief.”

At this point you were flabbergasted, this man picked you off your feet just because of a deep cut in your SHOULDER, not even your legs, and didn’t want you to deal with paramedics because he was scared of them being the thief’s accomplices.

“You are literally making zero sense.” You let out an exasperated sigh knowing full well Keigo isn’t letting you go any time soon.

Finally arriving at the hospital, Keigo was literally on your tail the entire time. Even when going up to the desk to explain what happened to when you had to explain the circumstances you were in (those circumstances being you didn’t get to the paramedics on sight because of a certain hero).

When one of the nurses came to bring you to another room, Keigo followed once again.

“Excuse me, sir, we need to bring you to a different room to do a check-up on you.” There were a few scratches here and there from the previous fights before your skirmish with the villain. But he completely ignored the nurse. Only fluffing up his wings even more.

“Sir?” “Oh, I’m incredibly sorry, I’d like to say with my little birdie over there.” Keigo gestured towards you who’s being led to sit on a bed before getting stitches.

He came over to stand next to you and hold your hand in his.

“Babe, I’m literally a pro hero, I’ve gotten stitches more times than I can count. It's ok.” You tried reassuring him. Codeword: tried.

When the doctor came in with her tools, Keigo literally glared daggers at her. The room felt like it dropped a couple of degrees and you can feel the doctor getting slightly nervous from the dangerous glare of the rather intimidating hero.

Who wouldn’t be intimidated when an extremely popular hero’s lover was being treated by you?

“Ok no I’m not doing this, babe wait outside.” Keigo immediately looked at you with an offended expression. As if you just insulted him and all of his ancestors before him, “You’re literally intimidating the poor doctor, this will take about 15 minutes and then you can come back in.”

You kept a stern tone to him and he dejectedly, like a child after getting scolded by his mother, walked out the room. Leaving the ‘suspicious’ (at least to him) doctor and you alone.

15 minutes had passed and when the doctor left the room, she was immediately met with the menacing glares of the fastest hero, “They’re ok right?” The doctor stammered trying to answer him, “Uhhh yeah, yeah she’s fine. Its, it's not that deep.”

After answering she immediately paced away from Keigo who was already entering your room.

He took a seat beside your bed laid his head on the crook of your uninjured shoulder, wings lightly fluttering from the joy he was feeling. He had the biggest dopey smile you had ever seen.

“Your wings look really fluffy right now.” You remarked reaching out to caress some of his feathers. They were incredibly soft despite how dangerous of weapons they can be when he wanted them to.

“I was worried, am I not allowed to worry for my incredible birdie?” He cooed to you before wrapping his hands around your waist, peppering kisses all over your face. Causing you to giggle and lightly push him away.

“I’m a pro hero you know, I know when to ask for help.” You held up the feather necklace Keigo gave you, showing you technically could signal him to come to your aid any time if you needed to, “You don’t need to worry about me, pretty boy.”

The dopey smile somehow grew much more into a heartwarming one. He climbed onto the hospital bed, snuggling with you on it, was it slightly uncomfortable? Sure. But you wouldn’t have to stay here for that long anyway, so why not just have a little calming cuddle session.

Keigo, feeling your head on his chest, his hand tangling itself on your hair, and his other hand holding firmly on your waist, reminded himself. You will be okay. He doesn’t always need to baby you. You’re perfectly capable of doing things.

“Hey, birdie?” You hummed in reply, “Sorry for how weird I acted.” You snorted, weird was an understatement.

“It was cute seeing you overprotective though.” With that Keigo’s laughter filled your ears. Like a soft calming tune.

It was weirdly serene, bandages all over your left shoulder, the sun lightly setting, and an amazing man (bird? Man-bird?) in your arms.

[pascalpanic]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Six

Summary: Javier is in trouble.

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: language, blood, graphic injuries and descriptions of them, discussions of bombings, so much angst, oh god so much angst, mentions of death

A/N: Well, things can’t go right forever. This was so hard to write but so interesting at the same time! I hope you guys like it, even though it’s not exactly happy. Big thanks to my boo @remmysbounty as always for being my brainstorming helper/idea generator/Colombian culture expert! I wanna say enjoy but that feels mean also uhhh hi I don’t know shit about medical stuff. I try to keep it as vague as possible to avoid inaccuracies but there might be some unrealistic stuff in there.

also!!! I have over 300 followers now??!?!?! thank you all for following me I love u guys so much I wanna give each of you a kith on the forehead post covid!!

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A week or two passed. You didn’t see Javier. It wasn’t surprising, you were both busy people.

One morning, something happened. The entire building shook a little. Not much, just enough to rattle the medical tools on the tray, to make a little splash of the water on the patient’s bedside table. There was a noise, though, through the open window. A giant crash.

A few minutes later, the hospital’s fleet of ambulances was deployed, sirens blaring. The hospital erupts in chaos around you as you leave your patient’s room, nurses running and readying beds. You find Connie at the nurses’ station and she looks just as frantic as everyone else. “What’s going on?” You ask, her panicked face making your heart rate rise.

She shakes her head, aggressively pushing buttons on the desk phone. “There was some kind of explosion. I don’t know what or where but you heard and felt that, right?” She asks, shoving the phone between her ear and shoulder. “I’ve tried calling Steve five times and Javier three and neither of them have responded. I’m just praying they’re safe,” she murmurs, and your heart stops. You hadn’t even considered that Javier could be involved in this yet. 

Lorena rushes past the two of you, wheeling an empty bed. “Connie, Ana, let’s go. Our medics are saying they have 12 filled ambulances coming our way,” she calls out to you two.

“I’m trying to reach Steve,” she shouts back. “I’ll be there once he picks up.”

Lorena looks mad, already filled with adrenaline and frustration, but she can’t deny her that. “Better hurry,” she groans and keeps rushing down the hallway. “Lucia said it’s all hands on deck to the ER. That includes us!” She calls behind her. “Bring any empty beds you can get.”

Neither you nor Connie is processing correctly, but you bite your lip. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Hurry down when you’re done,” you tell her and follow Lorena’s lead, grabbing an empty bed and speed-walking it to the nearest elevator. 

The ambulances begin arriving and the ER is filled with nurses and patients, people in varying states of injury. People were even beginning to enter through the front now, those who could make it to the hospital in a car or on foot. 

It’s chaos, people flooding in faster than you can count or bring back. Some nurses start ordering people by severity of injuries, making sure that those in ambulances receive beds first and that the worst injuries are treated fastest. You’re going to start running out soon, you think to yourself, but you silently hope that you’ll have enough.  Both you and Lorena get people into rooms, frantically rushing back to bring people to rooms once your current patient is properly settled.

All of a sudden, your world freezes and your blood runs ice cold. As you walk past the unloading ambulances, you see a man with a large piece of shrapnel protruding from his abdomen. It looks god awful, and you rush to help, only to see Steve Murphy emerge from the ambulance. There’s a terrified look on his face as he looks down at the man and oh no, oh fuck, you’re not sure if you say that aloud but you might as you realize that the man on the stretcher is Javier. Your Javi. From your throat comes a strangled cry, and it takes all of the conscious energy you have not to drop to your knees.

Steve’s eyes meet yours and you’re filled with an adrenaline rush, taking the stretcher from the EMTs and thanking them, flying into action. A nurse comes to take him and you immediately get him moving, past her. “I’m overseeing this one personally. Take the blonde to Connie and take her patient from her,” you shout at her, nodding towards Steve. Connie’s already behind you, and you hear her shout her husband’s name and run into his arms. 

Javier’s eyes are fluttering, and you’re unsure if he can hear you, but you try. As you rush along with the stretcher, you can’t help but wince at the massive piece of some material buried deep in his abdomen, the way his face is drained of color. He’s covered in blood, the wound creating a dark red stain on his shirt. It’s bleeding uncontrollably. This is probably the worst injury you’ve seen, you think to yourself. The wound is bigger, but it reminds you of the woman you lost from Escobar’s hit, the one you couldn’t save, who reached out to you when she was dying. You couldn’t save her, and that night is a heavy and anxious presence in your mind- the night you met the man you’re currently very close to losing. You can’t help yourself: you start crying, murmuring reassurances to Javier as you wheel him through the winding halls of the hospital.

At this point, you need to get upstairs. You push the cot into the elevator, frantically pressing the button for the right floor and then the close button. As the doors slide shut, you take one of Javier’s hands and stand over him. Teardrops fall from your face to his as you finally let yourself stop for a moment and sob, pressing his knuckles to your lips. He must be somewhat conscious, you realize, as he grips your fingers back.

To your surprise, his ash-covered and bleeding lips part and begin to move. “Está lloviendo,” Javier murmurs, his eyes darting about beneath their lids.

“No, Javi, it’s me. It’s not raining, it’s just me, you’re safe now,” you murmur into his hand, clutching it even tighter. His lips find a soft smile and he squeezes your hand tight.

“Ah,” he croaks as he hears your voice, seeming content. “Mi hermosa. Te quiero, ¿lo sabes?” he asks, making you cry even harder. He can’t possibly mean it- he’s lost a lot of blood and his body is most definitely in shock, but those words wrench your heart even harder. 

The elevator opens and you drag the gurney out, into a room that’s unoccupied. Javier’s losing quite a bit of blood from the massive impalement in his torso, and you have to admit that you’re absolutely terrified. The terror is evident in your voice when you pick up your walkie-talkie, holding down the button. “Room 639. Please send Lorena or Connie, please, it’s Ana and I need you,”  you sob into the little machine. “It’s Javi, oh God,” you manage out before another sob overtakes you, and you toss the device onto the counter. 

You need to make a decision and it has to be quick. The shrapnel will have to stay in until you can get him into the operating room- you grab the machine again. “Is the OR taken?” you ask.

“No, we’re clear. You got a patient who needs it?”

“Yeah, I’ll wheel him down. Massive shard of some kind of metal in his abdomen. Might’ve impacted an organ. There’s a lot of blood,” you say into the thing, already pulling Javier’s cart along and breaking into a jog. “Headed down now.”

The people lining the halls make way as you rush through them, tears streaming down your face. Javier babbles incoherent thoughts, reaching a hand up for you. “No, Javier,” you tell him softly and push it down, pushing his hair from his face instead and resting your hand on his cheek. It’s all too familiar, just like the way the girl reached out to you just before she died. “Don’t move too much. I’m right here, I’ve got you,” you tell him, trying to be reassuring but your voice cracking. You push through the swinging doors to the OR and find a team ready for you, including Lorena, which makes you sigh in relief. The doctor takes over, and she and several nurses get Javier onto the operating table. They strap a mask around his face for the anesthesia, and you rush to his side, holding his hand tight and standing over him.

His hand squeezes yours back, his eyes still shut. They flutter open at the sensation of the mask being strapped around his mouth, but you squeeze his fingers and kiss the tips softly. “It’s okay Javi, they’re going to put you under so it doesn’t hurt as bad. Okay?” you ask, brushing the ash and blood from his face.

He nods a little, then grunts at the effort it took. As he opens his eyes once more, the operating light makes a halo above your head. The air starts to smell different, he thinks, but it’s not what’s most important to him right now. You are, standing there and looking like the epitome of his saving grace. “Mi ángel,” he murmurs, a smile beneath that plastic mask. “Te quiero, mi ángel,” he murmurs before his grip on your hand goes slack, the anesthesia putting him under.

-

Down the hall, Steve sits on a hospital bed, looking annoyed. “Con, I told you I’m fine,” he shakes his head. “You already bandaged up the scratch,” he says, gesturing to the gash that required stitches but is now neatly taped on his forehead. “Discharge me already.”

Connie shakes her head, sliding the curtains closed to the room. She sits on the side of the bed and takes Steve’s face in her hands, kissing him deeply and passionately. “You idiot!” she exclaims as she breaks away. “The one day you and Javier get off your asses is the day there’s a fucking bombing!” Connie kisses him again, just as deep and lovingly. “I was so scared,” she admits, her voice cracking and her blue eyes welling with tears. “I called your desk seven times, and Javi’s five.” “Speaking of-”

“He’s in the operating room, I just heard it over the radios. Doctor’s worried. He’s lost a ton of blood and it looks like it’s a really nasty wound,” she admits, still holding Steve’s face in her hands. “I’m scared,” she says honestly, the tears starting to fall from her eyes. “But you’re okay,” she says with a small smile, caressing the side of his face. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” she says, voice watery as her emotions switch from relief to anger. “You’ve been kidnapped, you’ve been shot at, and now we might lose Javi. No more,” she begs, clutching at his arms now. 

Steve sighs and shakes his head. “I can’t promise that, Connie. Escobar’s still out there.” “Then the second you idiots get him, I’m booking us a one-way ticket to Miami and I’m never turning back. With or without you, do you hear me?” She tells him forcefully, though they both know it’s an empty threat, and if Steve says yes, it’ll be an empty promise. 

He simply nods and Connie kisses him again, deeply, putting all of her love for him into it. “I’ll go sign the discharge papers. Will you go get some stuff from our place and Javier’s?” She asks after she breaks away. Steve nods and she kisses him quickly, one last time.

“Go check in on the operation,” he tells her and kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he tells her honestly, squeezing her hand before she stands.

Connie gives a small smile in return. “I love you too, Steve,” she says before leaving the room.

-

The second Javier succumbs to the medicine, your lip quivers as you hold back tears, setting down his hand. The doctor gets to work, ordering the other nurses around. “Lori. Ana. Out.”

“No, let her stay,” Lorena says quickly. “This is her boyfriend. She’s a qualified professional. She won’t operate but she has to stay.”

The doctor sighs but nods. She has a point. “Fine. Out of the way then,” she says and gestures to the corner. Lorena takes your arm and drags you over, your body complying despite your mind reeling and still hovering over Javier. 

You’re shaking, you realize, as Lorena wraps you in her arms and squeezes you tight. You hug her back, her stable body making you shake even harder. You finally let out a sob into her shoulder, wailing as loud as you need to, now that you know Javi can’t hear it. Lorena just holds you, letting you sob into her and squeeze her as tight as you need to. Your body wracks with the sobs, your agony and fear being let out into her body. 

As the tears slow, you give one last shuddering sob and just rest in your best friend’s arms. Your breathing is shaky but comes back to normal. “He told me he loves me,” you whimper into her chest, breaking away and wiping the tears from your face. “He hasn’t done that yet, but he just told me it twice.”

You turn back to look at the operating table, wincing as you see the amount of blood on the hands of the nurses and surgeon. It’s a godawful sight, the man you love in this situation. A shiver runs down your body and you pull Lorena into another hug. “I love him too. I didn’t tell him that but I do. I’m so scared, Lori. He needs to hear it, he needs to pull through this so I can tell him that I love him too.” You look up from her shoulder to the table, and whisper your plea. “Please, Javi.”

-

Translations:

Está lloviendo- it’s raining

Mi hermosa- my beautiful (girl, partner, etc.)

¿Lo sabes?- do you know that?

Mi ángel- my angel

Te quiero- I love you

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[apollostears]

CLUMSY [ m. hayashida ]

anime: crows zero/crows

pairing: hayashida megumi (rindaman) x black!reader

warning(s): injury, worried bf, damn trees, cursing

request: hayashida comes home from fighting genji and sees his s/o in a tree but ends up scaring her and sending her to the hospital.

i hope you like this! i tried my best to portray rindaman as good as i could, lmk how i did. this was fun to do!

megumi was tired. he just wanted to rest and spend time with you, that's all. that didn't seem like much to ask given everything he's had to go through. apparently, it was too much.

you were in a tree. you were in a goddamn tree just trying to get down and megumi being the precious boyfriend that he is, went to help you and instead startled you.

one minute you were gradually climbing down and the next, you were free falling onto the ground. the drop wasn't terrible, but you still suffered injuries. hearing you scream in fear and watching you fall awkwardly on your left side, gave megumi a type of fear he had never known.

rushing over to you, megumi attempted to calm you while getting in contact with the proper authorities. when the ambulance arrived, it was a mess. you were crying because everything hurt, megumi was crying because he was upset that you were hurt because of him. the paramedics couldn't tell which one of y'all needed help at first.

you had stopped crying but there was still a clear look of discomfort on your face when you were on your way to the hospital. megumi was balling (bless his heart) and holding your hand, speaking to you like you were going to die. everything would've been comedic if your entire left side didn't hurt every time you breathed.

megumi called everybody, he was such a frantic mess. the doctors had to separate him from you once you got admitted because he would not let go of your hand. once bouya and the others got there, megumi went and raided the gift shop.

the boys had never seen him this distraught in their lives. megumi was always known as "rindaman the murderer", a strong but silent man who could defeat a hundred men easily. this megumi was completely different to what they were used to.

“uhhh don’t you think you have enough teddy bears?” bouya asked the jittery man.

megumi, surrounded by bears and flowers in the waiting room, shook his head. “no, but this is all they had.”

“jesus christ.” bouya muttered under his breath, eyeing the man weirdly.

“l/n y/n?” a doctor had called out, stepping into the waiting area.

megumi was first on his feet, gifts flying, in an effort to get the news from the doctor as quick as possible.

“how is she?!”

the doctor smiled at the young mans worry and patted his shoulder. “she’s fine, just a sprained arm and ankle. nothing a few days of bed rest won’t heal. you can see her now, she’s in room 101C just down the hall.”

megumi wasted no time getting to you, the boys taking the initiative to grab all the gifts your boyfriend had bought you to your room. there you were, snacking on jello, watching cartoons with a brace around your arm and an ice pack on your ankle. “oh angel i am so sorry!”

you smiled, already knowing your gentle lover was stressing himself sick over something that was purely accidental. “baby it’s okay! my clumsy ass just got taken by surprise and fell. besides, it’s only a sprain.”

that wasn’t enough, megumi was still worried and racked with guilt over the what-ifs. “no, it’s my fault for frightening you. i got you a few things from the gift shop to help cheer you up.”

before you could even protest, bouya and the boys came in, holding the entire gift store in their arms. without thinking, you brought your hand up and smacked your forehead in disbelief.

“megumi! what is all this? and why?!”

bouya came beside you to place some of the items on the floor, arms sore from the weight. “your freakishly strong boyfriend is the biggest sap on the planet. i don’t know how you did it, but you’ve got my respect.” he joked, mentioning how surprising it must be to have such a feared man be so soft to his significant other.

megumi shooed everyone out after they dropped the stuff off and closed the door, sulking pitifully at his own guilt. you playfully rolled your eyes, knowing you’d have to baby him into believing that it wasn’t his fault. “c’mere my love.” you cooed, scooting over as gently as you could so that megumi could lay next to you.

“i don’t want to hurt you.” he pouted, apprehensive of your injuries.

“boy if you don’t get over here and hold me!” you scolded, but in a loving way.

megumi didn’t need to be told again as he hastily made his way next to you, careful of your arm as he snuggled you into him.

“i really am sorry angel.” he whispered, pressing a firm kiss to your temple and cheek.

“i know baby but it wasn’t your fault and i need you to know that, understand?”

megumi nodded, gently squeezing your non-injured hand. “understand. i love you.”

you grinned, adoring your boyfriend for his gentleness. “i love you more my love. i love you more...”

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[sunnysviolin]

Broken Melody

Haha made myself sad......like actually really sad. Anwayyyyy yeah here you go. Why did I call it this? I just...yeah I was listening to Stand by Me, and it made me emotional (It’s the Darby Walker version if any of you actually listen to my music mindscapes lol) I discussed this with my bestie, and I have a ton more that can go into this, but this is just the start. uhhh TW: Death

Hero was born in a flash of fireworks all around the world. He is born as one year turns the next, not even a full five minutes after the clock struck midnight. 

He is born exactly on his due date, already punctual, a quiet sweet babe that gives one perfunctory cry and settles against his mother. On the back of his tiny right hand is a cluster of curling wavy music notes, all a soft grey. He was born before his soulmate. He doesn’t have to wait long, exactly three months later the colors fade in- soft purples and blues. Coincidentally their next door neighbor had her baby the same day. 

When they take over a gift to meet Mari a month later, both sets of parents know it’s not quite a coincidence. It’s fate. 

He doesn’t remember their first meeting, but his mother says he laughed loud and long and Mari squealed in joy merely at the sight of one another. Soulmates were confirmed by first touch, but apparently the two of them hadn’t needed it. They had been inseparable, unable to communicate, but knowing that together they were whole

When their mothers had tried to separate them, both infants wailed and wept. They had apparently had to wait until the two were deep in sleep before his mother could pick him up to bring him home. To Hero, there’s never been a day without Mari’s presence. 

In the mornings she is either the first thing he feels, or he gets the joy of sensing her come alive and the lackadaisical burn of her morning stretches. At night she is the last thing he thinks of, a quiet warmth on his hand, holding it as he drifts away, the press of phantom fingers settling him into quiet dreams. 

Finding your soulmate this early is almost unheard of. It’s rarer than rare, but to the two of them it’s just their life. It’s all they know. They’re aware they’re lucky, and everything is good. No one around them has ever seen such a strong bond. Most of the time the two of them don’t even need words, just side glances and a shared energetic connection. 

Mari loves to say that she knows Hero ‘like the back of her hand’, a joke that inspires more groans than laughs. Hero tolerates it and every time gives her a kiss over his mark on her. Their love burns bright and long, cool colored music notes lighting a soft fire under their skin. When he’s thinking in class, he can’t help but run his fingers across the mark, when she’s studying, she leans her head against it. 

There is no secrets between them, nothing hidden. It wouldn’t be possible to hide anything, not with a connection like that. Not with what they have. Until there is a secret between them. Something Hero had somehow missed. 

Hero is the first person to know Mari died. Before Sunny’s mind caught up with his body and he rushed down the stairs. Before Basil ran forward to stand beside his best friend. Before Mari was even fully gone. Hero knew. 

He and Kel had been laughing at silly ties. Kel was trying to convince him to wear something exceptionally stupid to his beloved’s recital, and Hero can’t help but indulge his little brother’s antics. They’re holding ties up to his chest and giggling when there’s a rush of unfamiliar anger in Hero’s chest. He pulls away from Kel, and he presses two fingers to his mark. 

Nothing. No response from Mari. Strange. Wrong. He presses again, the swooping feeling in his stomach growing. He waits. Nothing. Kel looks at him and asks what’s wrong. His parents stop their chat. 

Nothing. Just righteous anger. 

He’s never felt anything like this from his girl. She’s been angry plenty, she’s been sad, she’s been petulant. With a bond like theirs, he knows all of her different emotions, good and bad. But this is...overwhelming. 

Hero sits down on a nearby stool and stares down at his mark, his mind whispering something is Wrong. A momentary shock, a stabbing mirage of pain in his neck that makes his hands fly up to his throat as he chokes on nothing, and then emptiness. He had thought he felt nothing before but he was wrong. This was truly nothing. 

Hero flies past panic and straight into shock. His parents are walking forward, and Kel is standing next to him calling his name, but Hero can’t hear. He lets his hands slowly release from where they had been clutching his neck and looks down. 

His soulmark is black. Mari’s music notes, which had faded in and out of color in a watercolor ombre that reminded him of her piano playing, are black. Hero thought he knew what a black soulmark meant. It meant your soulmate died. That had always just been a fact. Black meant they were gone. Black was something to be sad about.

Hero wasn’t sad. Hero was confused. Nothing had prepared him for the reality, the ripped jagged edges of half of him being torn brutally away. He couldn’t understand it. Where were her colors? Her pretty purples to match his deep blues? Where was his girl? He couldn’t feel her, not even the anger which had come on so suddenly. He had never not felt her before.

His father is on the phone, talking frantically with someone, and his mother is holding his head against her chest, petting his hair over and over. He supposes she’s trying to comfort him. He can’t feel anything. He’s pretty sure he just died. He tries breathing, and he can, but it doesn’t feel like it works. He tries again, to the same effect. Hero out of the blue wonders if he will ever feel a real breath again. Maybe not. 

They get in the car and race out of the store. His father speeds, and his mother is saying something. He and Kel sit silently in the back, Kel staring at him with wide eyes. Hero can only look down at the black notes on the back of his hand. He hasn’t tried touching them, not yet. He doesn’t know if he ever will. Maybe if he doesn’t this won’t be real. They won’t actually be there. 

They get home to pandemonium. Police cars and ambulances and the eerie sound of Mari’s mother wailing as her father shouted elaborate curses at the officer’s holding him back. Hero’s father parks haphazardly in front of their house, and they all get out. 

Their parents send them into their own house with strict instructions to stay in the living room. Then they go to see if there’s anything they could do to help. Hero could have told them there wasn’t, but it wouldn’t really matter. 

Hero sits Kel on the couch and tells him not to move. Then he walks into their backyard. He walks in a daze out the door, past the patio that he and Mari liked to do their homework on in the Spring, towards the fence he and Mari peered at each other over sometimes when they felt like being silly. 

He would peer over now, and she would be looking back at him. His marks would go back to the way they were meant to be, and everything would be okay. She would be there in the pretty white dress she had chosen as her outfit for the night, the same dress he was choosing a tie to match to. She would smile and call him silly, and tell him that she knew him like the back of her hand and he knew her just as well. That she would never leave him, not ever. Hero stands on his tip toes and looks.

She’s under their favorite tree. Her toes don’t touch the ground. She’s in her pretty white dress. It is stained red. His girl is under their tree. Her arms hang limply by her sides as she sways in the wind of the October night. Her music notes are black. 

Hero already knew he had died right alongside Mari, but now he’s sure. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Now!

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING FUNNY AND CUTE

I stood at the craft services table nibbling at a piece of toast and my coffee trying desperately to wake up, already costumed for the day 

"Thomas! we got a problem!" one of the makeup artists says as they hurried around the corner of trailers I nodded putting my toast down and downing my coffee hurrying off to the make up trailer where a couple of the makeup artists stood around working on y/n's hair for the day 

"What's the matter?" I asked a little in panic kneeling beside her chair 

"My stomach hurts," she says putting my hand on her stomach over her sweet costume dress feeling our little girl kicking away in her stomach

"Awww, I know darling. It's okay, you will be hurting. It's getting to that kinda time, You sure you wanna work today?"

"I'm sure, I'm okay" she smiled

"Alright," I smiled kissing her hand and then her stomach "you remember the safe word?"

"Thomas Please can we have a new safe word?"

"No, we have it as that so I know it's something you're never going to say to me" I smiled giving her head a kiss "You be careful, call me if you need me" I told her and she nodded so I headed out and got my toast but before I could even take a bite I was called to set so I left my toast and went to set "Hey scott"

"Hey Thomas, where's Y/n?" he smiled as he was still setting up

"Make up, she's a bit slow today tummy's hurting her and all" I explained sitting in my chair 

"How's she doing?" He asked 

"Uhhh good, tried, her feet hurt, I swear that baby was playing football last night her stomach like physically moved it was terrifying" 

"How long had she been kicking like that?"

"Since last night," I answered "awwww there's my little oven" I laughed as I saw her coming to set very slowly 

"ohh shut up you" she sighed 

"Awww cracky little oven" I laughed at her 

"How you feeling?" scott asked her 

"Like I'm constipated, and like I might punch someone"

"yeah they call that the seven months pregnant" he laughs 

"Eight" I laughed

"Eight?" he asked

"Just turned" she smiled stroking her stomach 

"You sure your gonna be okay?" He asked her

"I'll be fine, I'll get some anger out today with the scene"

"Good, well need to stop just say" He says as he set up

"Fake labour's gonna be fun. I still don't know what real labour feels like" she giggled

"Well, You'll find out, your due... twelfth isn't it? or did they move it again?" I asked her

"No it was the twelfth and then they moved it forward to the seventh" she smiled

"Oh yeah, I don't know why it keeps moving, the baby is ever coming out or it's not"

"It's more complicated then that Thomas" 

"Clearly she takes after me, no time management skills"

"She better not,"

"Awww don't you want baby to take after me?"

"For some things yes, other things absolutely not. Your mother had informed me what a little shit you where as a baby"

"I was a little shit because my dad allowed me to be a little shit. If my mum's back was turned I was pretty much allowed to do anything I wanted"

"You are not doing that with our baby" she warns

"Aren't I?"

"You will not, because if you do Thomas I will send you the the vet and get you fixed"

"Noooo! I need them"

"What for I'm already pregnant"

"What If you... Wanted another baby?"

"I'm not repeating this bullshit"

"You might want another baby in a few years"

"I also might want a divorce, who knows what the future holds" she giggled

"You two are adorable" scott laughed

"She just threatened me with divorce and to cut my dick off"

"As I said adorable, you guys all ready?"

"Yep, I'm good"

"Tummy's being weird but let's do it" she smiled

We started filming and started doing our scene as the script says, and..

She was really good at faking labour that almost looks real, I went over to help her as I was supposed to but she grabbed my hand way harder then I thought she would have "owww!" I blurted out in shock

"Aaaahhhhh! We have a problem!" She yelled wait that's not her line

"Cut, cut. Y/n you okay?' scott asked

"No, uhhhh no I'm not" she says

"Y/n, you can stop now we cut" I told her

"No I uhh... I don't think I can" she says

"What!"

"Aaaahhhhh! I uhh I think..." She began and it was only then I noticed in her long costume dress she had blood dripping down her legs

"Uughhh y/n"

"Thomas... I uhhh yeah I think I'm getting tried of this orgasum!" She yelled

"Ahhhhh! Now! Seriously!" I yelled in shock

"What does that mean?' scott asked

"That's the safe phrase! Your serious! You think your going into labor now! Your a month early!"

"I don't know, all I know is it hurts like hell and take me to a fucking doctor!" She yelled

I stood paseing back and forth in this little local hospital, it was the closest one to the set they took her away in an ambulance and I came up once I got her bag and got changed, they wouldn't let me in once I got here so I just had to wait wondering around in the little waiting room. I'd jump everytime the door opened egarly looking to any nurse who went past but none of them knew anything or if they did they wouldn't tell me scott came with me and I think he was enjoying me panicking

"Will you relax?"

"No I can't relax what If something bad's happened? Or she's hurt? Or what is something happen to baby-" I began before he got and shook me

"Calm down. It's a month early that's not unusual, labor can come on very suddenly Thomas, and she did say she was feeling a bit odd, and you said he'd stomach was being all werid the night before"

"I guess your right. I'm sorry scott I just can't stop worrying about her"

"That's fine, that's normal. I'd think you where crazy If you weren't"

"Mr Sangster?" A nurse asked at the door

"Yes!" I yelped "sorry, yeah?"

"She's happy, and all okay. Congratulations you have a beautiful healthy baby girl" she explained

"Really?" I asked excitedly and she nods

"Go on I'll check in on you two tomorrow" he laughs I nodded and ran off as fast as I could to a little room where y/n sat with our little girl in her arms

"Hey" she smiled

"Hey, this... This is real? Right?"

"I hope so" she smiled offering her hand I came and sat beside her holding her hand giving her a million kisses "would you like to hold her?"

"Yes please" I blushed so she carefully handed her over to me, she was so small and she was giggling at me already, her tiny tiny hands playing with my fingers "she's beautiful, almost as beautiful as her mother"

"Ohh quiet you, after all that, I need a nap' she laughed

"Then you rest, you did amazing you get some sleep I'll look after her"

[glowinggator]

Oh oh oh!!! Matchup? Please? Of not all good!

Um how to describe me...? Uhhh, I'mma 5'11, 25 yr old African American female. I'm pretty shy until i get to know you a bit better (maybe like ten minutes into the convo). When i do open up and consider you a fren I'm all memes and fun, I've been told I'm very animated when I'm excited or happy about things. High on empath way i feed off energies in the room and can tell when something is bothering you. I love to dance and sing and I'm learning to skateboard! Ummmm... There's more I'm sure but i can't think of anything. LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK

I match you with...

Leonardo!!  He loves how animated and friendly you are! He thinks shy people are cute and all, but seeing how your personality shines through after you start talking? Someone call an ambulance because this man has FALLEN. He loves all the little things about you just as much as the big things. He lives for your excitement: He loves how visible it is! There’s never any second-guessing, and honestly, he thinks it’s really cute. He definitely starts putting in a lot of effort into surprising you so he can see your excitement.  He really, really appreciates your empathy. He loves how you guys can bounce off of each other, but he also appreciates how you can tell when something’s up with him. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize when something’s bothering him, so you’re really helpful when he starts repressing stuff accidentally. He’s not an empath, but he’s really good at reading people! So rest assured, he’ll be there for you too. He’s a great listener, and he always has really good advice. (That is, when he’s not dropping a joke suggestion.)  He sends you the best memes. He’s also a little stuck in the vine era still, so expect “Road Work Ahead?” jokes every time you see a roadwork sign.  He loves dancing in the kitchen with you. It’s not uncommon to dance with him in the kitchen, belting out classic songs while you wait for cupcakes to bake. He’s a really good dancer, too! He can work with pretty much any song, honestly. He loves to twirl and spin you around a lot. His hold is firm enough to make you feel safe and secure, but just loose enough to dance freely. Speaking of safety, you always feel really safe around him. He’s right by your side, usually with a hand entangled with yours or with an arm around your shoulder. He feels like home. He’s definitely gonna help you with learning how to skateboard!! He also tries to show off a little bit, but he falls at least 50% of the time. It gets you to laugh, at least! It’s really fun to skateboard with him, though. He teaches you all of the coolest tricks, and he gets so excited when you nail ‘em. Skating around the Hidden City is an awesome past time, once you get the hang of it. He also brings his speakers so he can play music while you guys skate around. (He plays a joint playlist you guys made together. It fucking slaps <3) 

He likes to write you songs. They’re really sweet, too. He gets a little embarrassed about singing it to you the first time, it’s adorable. But after seeing how excited you got? He overcomes that nervousness instantly. His singing voice is breathtaking, when he’s serious about it.  (On a less romantic and more goofy note... he totally plays meme songs. He deliberately looks up tabs for them, and if he can’t find ‘em, he’ll make his own. His default is Wonderwall, but he can also play a mean Roundabout. Also The Mii Theme But Every Note Is C.) Loves picking you up princess-style. He’s still a little taller than you, so you KNOW he’s gonna take advantage of that.  King of nicknames. “Angel” and “Sunshine” are his defaults for you, although he’s made some that are more personal to the experiences you guys have shared together. (ALSO WWWWW I LOVE YOU TOO DUDE, I ALWAYS SEE YOU IN MY NOTES AND IM.... <3 IF I WAS ON MOBILE I’D BE DROPPING LIKE A MILLION HEART EMOJIS RN) 

[sagicidal]

lol whats something thats happened to u and @haol before

omfg there are so many i cant even choose one uhhh well first 3 i thought of 

1. when we went to see midsommar at 3am at the movie theater and walked out to quite possibly a cultish ritual in the empty parking lot involving 3 teenage boys, a flock of geese, and an old man in the only other car parked across from mine. i think we also discovered a new breed of flying frogs that night

2. when we went up to nyc for a weekend and our airbnb hostess before letting us settle in told us about how she cured her previous guest on the edge of death from a severe allergic reaction using turmeric and Worcestershire sauce and then had to amputate her boyfriend who had elephantisitis and neither of them could speak English 😭😭and then suggested we avoid doing anything that would make her call an ambulance for us but if we did then we could evade the bill by sending it to her fake second address 

3. a house party we went to once went downhill bc someone’s phone connected to the aux almost started a fire amongst other things so we lied to the host about how malis grandmother had a heart attack and then ran out of the house without shoes or any of our personal belongings to get out of sleeping the night there and then hid in a neighbors bushes until our ride came to pick us up 

[veraynes-blog]

Tagged by @imlowercasemad, thank you lovely ❤ Don’t often do these, but what can I say, you caught me in a social mood! 😁

relationships: Currently none. My last real relationship was... over two years ago? I think? It’s actually been very nice being single for the first significant period of time in my adult life. 

break ups: Uhhh a few, over the years. But last relationship was also kind of toxic, tbh, so I lost track of how many break up/make up situations there were. The final one was pretty traumatic for all involved, though. 😬

kids: Nope, with no intention of changing that. 

brothers and sisters: No, only child (with all the control issues that implies). 🙃

pets: My mum has dozens, which I refer to as mine, but none that actually live in my flat. 

surgeries: None. 

tattoos: Yes! I have a snake on my wrist which matches one my best friend has. We got them when the Good Omens series came out, as the book was one of the first things we’d talked about a decade or so ago when we first met in uni, so it was like our 10 year anniversary celebration. 🐍🥰

countries you’ve been to: Not many. Greece and Egypt for holidays when I was younger. Oh and I live in England, if that counts. 

been in an airplane: Yup, don’t mind them. 

been in an ambulance: No. 

sing karaoke: I have.... a very blurry memory of a drunken night... in which it’s entirely possible it happened. But perhaps mercifully I can’t recall details. 

ice skating: No, I don’t have the coordination. 

been on a cruise: I’ve always liked the idea, but no. 

driven a motorcycle: No, it looks terrifying. 

ridden a horse: No but I’d love to. 

stayed in a hospital: Yes. When I was about 5 I managed to catch TB, of all things, along with my dad. So I was in hospital for months, and just as I started to get better he had to be admitted too. My poor mum.

favorite fruit or berries: Love red grapes, and strawberries. 

favorite colors: Slightly obsessed with red. Also have a teenage goth holdover for black clothing. 

last text: “Can you send a link?” 

coffee or tea: 100% coffee. I’m one of those people who start getting headaches if I go a day without. 

favorite pie: Apple! 

favorite pizza: Domino’s stuffed crust margarita (essentially: give me all the cheese). 

cat or dog: I love them both, but as far as owning anything myself goes, I generally prefer plants. 🌱

favorite time of the year: Spring. It’s just starting to get warm and bright again, isn’t super wet, but I don’t burn to a crisp just stepping outside. 

met a star: Not really? 🤔 The closest I’ve come is going to a book signing by Joe Abercrombie, who’s one of my favourite fantasy authors. If anyone’s wondering, he’s incredibly sharp, witty and well spoken in person (I might have left with a slight crush). 

flown a helicopter: Nope. 

been on tv: No. 

broken my leg: No, only ever broken my wrist when I was a kid. 

seen a ghost: No, that I’m aware of. 

been sick in a taxi: It’s come close, but no. 

seen someone die: Not a person, thankfully, but I’ve been there when animals have died, which has usually been very sad and quiet. 

(I feel like this should maybe not end on such a solemn question, but anyway...)

Apologies if you’ve already been tagged or don’t feel like doing, feel free to ignore: 

Tagging @lasersonicked , @linz33y , @countessrivers, @somewherefictional

[autisticmob]

HELLO everyone i am now ten days out from my tiddy surgery so i think while everything is still fresh-ish in my mind I should get a rough timeline of how things went for me, just so anyone having similar stuff done in the future can have it as reference?? 

so under the cut is how shit went down, warning we are gonna be tmi about it for Max Information Dissemination, i will be talking about IV placement, Needles, Bleeding, Bruising, Bathroom Stuff In General, etc. so like. Be Warned.

OKAY SO what did i have done and how did i get it:

- i got a bilateral breast reduction with a “T,” “keyhole,” or “anchor-shaped” incision. this procedure, unlike double-incision top surgery, does not detach your nipples at all, but it DOES leave a decent hunk of breast tissue behind to avoid the nip graft. this connecting tissue keeps your nip attached and supplied with enough blood to survive. that means with this one, theres basically a limit to how much they can take off, and it depends on how big you are to start off with. 

- i went with the T-incisions because as a NB person, I wanted to sidestep the “gender-confirming surgery” route with my insurance. technically, I believe it would have been covered if i had gone through the process of talking to a therapist and getting a note that the surgery WOULD help confirm my gender, but i suspect it would have taken much longer, and I was afraid that my doctor and community resources would not have ended up approving me FOR the surgery since I don’t exactly fit the typical trans narrative. and luckily for me i had Massive, Spine-Bending G Cup Tiddies to contend with. so every doc that took a look at me said “yeah, you need those taken care of for medical reasons.” so i thought hey, let’s see how far this will get me!

- i talked to my primary care doc about my back pain and mentioned i’d like to look into a breast reduction, and she referred me to a local surgeon who could do the procedure. at the time i was still entertaining the idea of double-incision, but as it turned out, this surgeon just didnt do that. but i knew for certain my insurance would cover him, his results were good, and he was local, so i said yes to the T-incisions, which he said would likely get me down from a G to at least a C. it wasnt my ideal scenario admittedly, but frankly the back pain was getting to be too much, and i needed it to be addressed sooner rather than later.

- i had a consultation with the surgeon in early december, and they took pictures and measurements to send to my insurance so they could confirm the tits WERE in fact Too Bomb To Live. Doc said that it varies between insurance companies, but most will have a minimum amount of tissue that needs to be taken off, in grams, from each breast. he was like, “your insurance needs at least 1000g total removed, which’ll leave you on the small side, is that cool?” and i was like “My Man, take AS MUCH as you possibly can, im sick of these” and he was like “cool, makes my job easy then.” 

- it took my insurance like 1.5 to 2 months to get back to me, but late january the surgery place called me and we set a date for february 5th, 2020!!

PRE-OP:

- before i went into surgery, the hospital made me go over my medical history with them over the phone, informed me of all the risks, and gave me a special scrub kit to shower with at home for the last 2 days before the surgery

- fun fact this soap will make your whole bathroom and body smell strongly and exactly like a hospital and it is gross as hell if you hate hospital smell

- i also had to go to my primary care doc to get the OK that i was healthy enough to go under general anesthesia, and also get some blood tests and a urinalysis done. i fucked up the urinalysis tho (which is a whole other story) so i had to redo that the morning of the surgery when i got to the hospital anyway. 

- when i scheduled my surgery they also gave me a list of things i had to NOT DO before i went in. this included stuff like avoiding herbal medications and non-prescription supplements and not drinking any alcohol for like 2 weeks prior to surgery, and not eating anything after midnight the night before surgery.

- then it was SURGERY DAY!!!

- i went in with uhhh a LOT of anxiety about what everything would entail, ngl. i knew i had to do it because staring down the barrel of life with tiddies forever was way scarier than surgery, but yknow whenever you go under general anesthesia they legally do have to let you know that you could die and thats just a lot to consider, PLUS the whole thing involves just, really mangling your torso so like. its a lot! its okay to be scared!

- both my parents went with me for moral support which i appreciated a lot, but i didnt actually see them much since they had to spend a lot of it in the waiting room.

- when i went back with the doc they had me Wash The Tiddy Off with some antiseptic and change into a gown. i got some grippy socks out of the deal which is probably not a universal experience, but this hospital did it so shoutout to them for the socks i guess

- then they asked me all my medical history stuff again and checked me for any like, rashes or open sores or anything. i had some Tit Zits but they did not seem to be worried about that.

- then the surgeon came in and drew lines on me for the incisions. bro when i saw how high up my nips were gonna be i was losing my damn mind. this is one of the really exciting parts, because you finally get to really visualize what your end size is gonna be!! 

- once he was satisfied with how everything looked, they started really Prepping Me For Surgery.

- they hooked me up to a blood pressure cuff, a heart monitor, and some compression leg thingies that would inflate and deflate intermittently around my calves to help me not get blood clots. this felt weird but tbh also like kind of a nice massage

- then the iv placement. bro im not lying when i tell you this is the worst part. the nurse numbed me with some lidocaine before placing the needle and let me tell you that shit HURTED. lidocaine Stings and Burns when it hits and this was arguably the most painful part. but the good news about that is it means nothing else after that is all that bad. and i got THREE lidocaine shots because these two nurses could NOT find my blood anywhere. they finally called in their ringer (an EMT named kirk, s/o to kirk) who got that sucker in my arm with NO numbing and NO pain in like, 2 fucking seconds. i pray you all have a kirk. kirk knows where your fucking blood is and hes not gonna fuck around getting to it because he JUST wrestled a drunk dude into an ambulance like an hour ago and compared to that this is nothing. kirk had sleeveless scrubs. im obsessed. anyway.

- then they put a plastic, inflatable, heated blanket over me? it was between two regular blankets so it wasnt as uncomfortable as you might imagine, but it was strange. warm tho so that was nice.

- THEN they wheeled my bed down to surgery. i was having so much anxiety at this point it was like... dreamlike. getting wheeled into the OR was just surreal. i was like, no thoughts head empty, just taking everything in.

- once i got there the surgical team was very cool about keeping me calm tho. they were playing their like, pump-up music and one of the guys was like “hey fyi about halfway thru the surgery we will be turning the lights off and having a rave, just in the interest of full disclosure. promise not to leave any glowsticks in there tho” and i was like what no i would LOVE glowstick tiddies

- i had to kinda roll from my bed onto the operating table, which was significantly harder and smaller. that kinda made things feel real, so i got a little more anxious at that point.

- to help me calm down they had me breathe in some straightup oxygen thru a mask while they hooked my iv to the fluids and such, and the guy was like “WHOA you got some lungs on you dude” and i was like yeah thanks im recovering from hyperventilating

- then they let the anesthesia into the iv, letting me know the whole time what was happening, talking to me until i was just OUT, which was not a lot of conversation time because i was out in like 5 seconds or less. they didnt make me count down or anything, but i promise you it was nigh instantaneous.

POST OP

- it really was instantaneous. i know everyone says that but it really is the truth, it feels like the whole thing takes seconds. like one moment youre laying there in the OR feeling the drugs Hit, and the next youre waking up in the little wake-up room feelin kinda groggy with a nurse talking to you, and youre still druggy so youre just rambling to her about how fucked your voice sounds right now and as soon as shes contented that youre basically lucid they start wheeling you to your room where youll ACTUALLY stay while you recover.

- THE THING I WAS THE LEAST PREPARED FOR WAS MY THROAT

- your throat will Hurt afterwards, but even more than that, you will be producing So Much Mucus. my surgery took about 2 hours and during that time, all my muscles were paralyzed by the anesthesia, including my lungs, so i was on a breathing tube. my throat, understandably, hated this, and started producing Gallons Of Fucking Mucus to protect itself. it then continued to do this for the next two days or so. the nurses were encouraging me to breathe deep and cough Hard to combat this, and avoid getting pneumonia, so i did. but THAT hurt the tiddies. it was really a vicious cycle. but its necessary because god if i had to have pneumonia on top of all the other recovery shit?? god. 0/10 wouldnt recommend. so it might hurt but dont worry your tiddies wont bust open or anything.

- i spent basically the rest of the day still hooked up to all the machines i listed earlier, PLUS a thing that would beep at me if my heart rate went too high, which it did a lot because i have anxiety, but luckily the nurses didnt seem too concerned. it really kept my breathing on track though because if i didnt breathe deep enough my heart would shoot up super fast and it’d beep and god that was just annoying and im pretty sure that was The Point. you kinda have to get used to breathing again, and the beeping trained me.

- they gave me like a bunch of crackers and a huge mug of water to work on at my leisure. i actually had lunch pretty quick after waking up? i know a lot of people have nausea issues from anesthesia but i didnt experience any of that. i DID move like a fucking sloth while i was eating tho. the pain meds and general grogginess of recovery slowed my whole body down sooooo much. my mom was actually like “are you okay??? like neurologically??????” and i was, totally, i was just. on slo-mo.

- anyway i didnt have to get catheterized for this procedure thankfully but they DID make me measure my pee every time i went to the bathroom. like i had to pee in a little bucket attached to the toilet and the nurse had to come check it every time and i felt really weird about that. so idk just be prepared for that i guess lmao

- also idk if it was the pain meds or the anesthesia itself but post-op, i couldnt shit for like a week. the constipation is real so get u some fucking laxatives asap when you get home, this is not a joke lmao

- they also had me put on a belt every time i got up so the nurse could hold onto me in case i decided to fucking biff it. they got me up a couple times throughout the day/night to walk up and down the hallway outside and get my body used to being upright again

- oh speaking of i never got to lie down completely flat, they had my bed locked at like a 30 degree angle minimum to help with... something. im not quite sure what, but im not gonna question it

- when i got up the next morning they had a couple nurses come in and help me un-bandage so i could shower and finally look at what the tiddies looked like for the first time!! and it was exciting but i didnt cry like i expected lmao i think i was too drained and too distracted by the bleeding

- the bleeding wasnt too bad actually, just little beads kinda coming out of parts of the incisions between the stitches. but once i got in the shower obviously stuff started getting diluted in the water and it looked like a lot more than there actually was, so dont be alarmed by that! 

- SHOWERING: its a little complicated. youre not supposed to soak the incisions, and youre not supposed to apply direct water pressure or actually touch them at this point. so what i had to do was get a washcloth wet and soapy (with antibacterial soap, i think it was hand soap honestly. hand soap’s what ive been using at home so........) and then just kinda. squeeze it at your collarbone and let it drip down over everything kinda minimally. its kind of a process but it works fine. washing your hair and like, tbh literally everything else is gonna be hard. reaching over your head is hard and scary at this point. i will admit my hair care Suffered the first week. 

- then i got bandaged back up and they got me back into my own clothes and ready to go home! they also put a bra on me over the bandages in my new size. i was only there for about 24 hours total, since i didnt really have any complications. 

- on the ride home i had to make sure the cross-chest part of the seat belt was NOT touching me. if whoevers driving you hits a pothole, your soul WILL exit your body tits-first for a moment. im sorry if you live somewhere like here in nebraska where the roads are garbage but its not gonna be fun.

ONCE YOU’RE HOME!!

- i live at home with my mom and sister and if you live alone, id try to have a friend basically move in for the first week. you will need Help with things. basic things. you’ll mostly want to sleep because of the pain meds but those made me pretty dizzy so it was cool having my mom around in case i like. fell on the way to the bathroom and died or anything like that.

- changing bandages is really kind of a 2-person affair too, and youll have to do it at least once a day post-shower, so keep that in mind. 

- the bleeding is like, not that bad after that first day honestly. i never had to change the bandages more than just the once per day. 

- basically from here the procedure is just to take it easy, get up every few hours and walk around a little to keep the blood clots at bay, and enjoy yr new silhouette basically

- worst thing about recovery honestly? im a stomach/side sleeper, and i cant manage anything other than laying flat on my back with my arms at my sides right now, and thats just like.... idk i really cant sleep like that. its not comfy. ive had to set up kind of a pillow fort around me to keep me from rolling over in my sleep bc im afraid i might hurt myself accidentally like that, but idk how well-founded that fear is.

- i will say as someone who did have back problems before this, the difference is IMMEDIATE. i literally had better posture like Day 1. im still a little hunched over because the stitches create a bit of tension in your chest, but like literally it was instantaneous. god. once i got healed to a point that i could like, kinda relax and not be so fucking tense all the time? back pain has basically just been GONE. 

- other fun things to notice: i had some pretty significant stretch marks before, and now they are running in a completely different direction. i crossed my arms over my chest the other day and they actually touched my torso for the first time in like, well over a decade. if i close my eyes and try to grab my tiddy from muscle memory, i stop like a full 3 inches from where my tit actually starts now. the size i am now, just like, freeballing it? this is how i looked when i wore a binder before. if i wore a binder now i imagine id be completely flat, and honestly if i layer up at this point you cant really tell that i have anything more than the average chubby dude’s moobs, which as a kinda chubby person is totally fine. 

its a trip relearning what i look like and what im supposed to feel like but its just. such a fucking improvement over where i was. absolutely no regrets, regardless of how hard recovery has felt at times. anyway i hope this information is at least interesting and maybe helpful to anybody considering anything similar!!

[mentallystill]

tagged by: @aspiewillgraham ty c:

Relationships: have been in uhhh, 5? I think

Break ups: 4

Kids: nope

Brothers and sisters: I’ve got two half-siblings, one is six years younger than me, the other is seventeen years younger than me. I also have 2 step siblings, though our mothers were “only” together for 5 years a Long Long time ago (my step mother passed away) and we don’t really communicate anymore because I don’t have the contact info of my step brother and my step sister is super racist and thinks that because my half sister is black that means she can’t be racist. Which is. uh. 

Pets: I have 4 cats (Raptor, Boris, Loki, and Whoopsie Daisy We Got Another Cat) and 2 dogs (Atticus and Thor)

Surgeries: none

Tattoos: none yet

Countries you’ve been to: just the usa

Been in airplane: Yep, they’re pretty nice

Been in ambulance: technically because my aunt was a paramedic, but never like When Someone Is Being Ambulanced

Sing karaoke: like once I think?

Ice skating: yes! we used to ice skate every winter a ton

Been on a cruise: nope

Drive a motorcycle: yes! me and my dad did a cross-country cycle trip from Las Vegas to Indianapolis for my birthday. Our longest day was almost 700 miles c: I’ve obviously done a lot of other trips, too, but that was the most fun and the longest.

Ridden a horse: a handful of times

Stayed in hospital: no

Favorite fruit or berry: raspberries, peaches, pears

Favorite colors: mint green and dark blue

Last text: sending my coworker music recommendations. Unless discord messages count, in which case it was discussing my website with my squish

Coffee or tea: no

Favorite pie: peach or pumpkin

Favorite pizza: Wild Mike’s ultimate pizza

Cat or dog: yes

Favorite time of the year: fall

Met a star: Met Neon Trees once

Flown a helicopter: no

Been on tv: yes, walked in SLC pride with the kink float & was cracking a whip c:

Broken my leg: no

Seen a ghost: yes

Been sick in a taxi: I mean, yes, but not puked

Seen someone die: yes.

tagging: @brevityisthesoulofbitch @morganalefey @a-polite-melody @thepastisaroadmap @bye-bi-birdie @internetserviceprovider

[harryfeatgaga]

So I was obviously facing the ground while he’s on top of me so I was really really struggling and the dog is barking like crazy, he’s going insane (he won’t attack until given the word) and this man dead ass had the audacity to yell “sit still” and I was managing to not scream and panic just to save energy and have enough energy to fight and he sat up like sitting my back and was trying to get my dog to be quiet so I took the chance and I managed to roll over a little bit. 2/?

just enough to free my arms and stick the taser right in his ribs and then he was in pain so naturally leaned forward and then I stuck it against his neck and he quickly rolled off of me and is calling me a whore and a bitch, all that shit. He was trying to reach out for my ankle and that’s when I said the word and my dog got ahold of his arm and I called the police. So much adrenaline was pumping I didn’t even notice my nose was gushing blood and I had a huge cut on my forehead. 

After I knew real help was on the way I called the dog back and at this point the guys hand/elbow was visibly broken as fuck so he didn’t even try moving. Anyways I was scared as fuck but like I wasn’t really reacting it was really weird but the police and ambulances and all that showed up. I need 12 stitches on my forehead. And also had another cut on my chest. My dog was fine thank god. 

And as far as...him. He needed a little surgery on his arm and was arrested. He was in the hospital for 2 days and then taken to JAIL. He was denied bond because.....he actually was just in prison for the rape and kidnapping of 2 girls 5 years ago in another state. They said that it’s very likely that he was watching me in someway prior to this and knew my routine because he was hiding in the bushes and no one else runs at night.

so it’s uhhh terrifying to know I potentially had an entire stalker that I didn’t know about. He’s caught, he’s in jail. I’m a little fucked up mentally to be honest. I’ve been sleeping in my older brothers room on his couch since Monday. I just don’t want to be alone. I won’t shower without my other dog sitting in the bathroom against the door. It’s all really weird. ANYWAYS!!! Moral of the story: white men are a disease and DO NOT RUN AT NIGHT LADIES!!!

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I NEVER GOT PART ONE BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS HAPPENED TO YOU FUCK I HATE MEN SOOOOOO FUCKING MUCH YOU KICKED HIS ASS AND IM GLAD AND ALSO GLAD UR DOG WAS THERE AND GOT HIM TOO FUCK IM SO SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ARE OKAY BABE IM SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE PLEASE STAY SAFE 💖💖💖

[madebycoffee]

;-;

i was tested last night y’all.

thing 1: I didn’t get the eldest dog outside fast enough and he started to try to shit inside. Got him outside but the poor thing uhhh couldn’t pinch it off and it was all over his fur. I tried to do as much as i could without giving him a bath but it wasn’t working at all and I did end up having to give him a bath. Of course this is when the people who own them are now out of service on their phones and I couldn’t find any dog shampoo so i used the closest body wash there was. Which was vanilla brown sugar. I think I will gag if I ever smell it again because that mixed with dog poop is a horrifying smell.

Anyway that took about an hour. I took both dogs outside one more time before I could call it a night and go to bed. which...

thing 2: as I was outside watching two good dogs do their business thinking that my bad night was behind me there was a fuCKIN FLASH OF LIGHTNING. Fun Fact About Me: My biggest irrational fear are loud noises with bright lights. Fireworks, Sirens on ambulances (i had gotten over that one but then I had to call an ambulance for someone and wow!! came right back!!) Fire alarms, and most of all THUNDER AND LIGHTNING. So I got the dogs inside as quick as I could and put them to bed. Ran upstairs to take a shower.

thing 3: there was a goddamn spider in the shower, to which I saw him, yelled OH COME ON, in between tears that really had just been flowing since the dog had his accident, and scrubbed a dubbed really quick and got out. Now here’s the thing about Washington State: we don’t generally have a lot of extreme weather. Specially not where I live in WA which is the larger seattle area, near the coast. We get a lot of rain sure, but it’s usually just like sprinkles, misting, maybe a quick lil pour but then it’s just overcast for days. I love it. We get the occasional earth quake, and yeah there are those volcanoes near us. But that’s it! We get thunder storms maybe once a year and they usually last a couple minutes. 

WELL NOT LAST NIGHT. HO HO HOOOOO NOT LAST NIGHT. It was earth shatteringly loud, I was wrapped in a blanket bawling my eyes out until I could figure out the TV upstairs to turn something on (because like I was going to be able to fall asleep) The lightning was hitting basically outside the windows, I mean it was DAMN close. and it was POURING down rain. I mean BUCKETS of rain. It lasted for an h o u r. Anyway I don’t know who the fuck was testing me, and what it was for. But I expect an IRL finn to show up at any point now ;-;

also the movie I watched last night was I finally got around to watching Coco and ye it was good. Good songs. Cried at that too. It was an absolutely exhausting night. And I’m extra exhausted this morning from it. Pls send me coffee.... These people don’t have a coffee maker... I’m.. so caffeine deprived ;-;

[anonymous-wolf22]

Fuck Yeah

1: Name   Kai

2: Age   22

3: 3 Fears   Fiance leaving me, never meeting him face-to-face, being alone with my thoughts

4: 3 things I love   My fiance, food/desserts, and animals ^^

5: 4 turns on   Hell, anything my fiance says to me, forced to submit, pain, and just looking at my fiance

6: 4 turns off   Talking bout my parents, my current life situation, thinking about a certain asshole, and my depressing thoughts seeping through

7: My best friend  That one’s hard.... It’s a tie between David and Kiana, though I’m leaning more towards David

8: Sexual orientation   Bi-sexual <3

9: My best first date   What first date?

10: How tall am I   5.1 ft   :’(

11: What do I miss   Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake

12: What time were I born   1:03 pm

13: Favorite color   Black, Red, Purple, and Blue

14: Do I have a crush   Yep :)

15: Favorite quote     I got lots

“It’s funny how someone can break your heart and you still love them with all the tiny pieces”

“I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you”

“The demons are back and stronger than ever. They are looking for a fight, looking to win, and this time, I might just let them.....”

16: Favorite place   Does in my fiances arms count if I haven’t been there yet?

17: Favorite food   They are all number 1 <3

18: Do I use sarcasm   Sometimes

19: What am I listening to right now   Criminal by Britney Spears

20: First thing I notice in new person   Hmm, the way they act, their personality~

21: Shoe size  Fuck, idk lmao

22: Eye color  Blue

23: Hair color  Dirty-Blonde  (Wish it was black)

24: Favorite style of clothing   I don’t know, I guess loose and comfy

25: Ever done a prank call?   Can’t remember

27: Meaning behind my URL   Don’t have one

28: Favorite movie   Fuck, uhhhh..... Deadpool 1&2    for now~

29: Favorite song   Lot’s,   Baby Don’t Cut - Bmike,   Anxiety - Blackbear,   Hold On - Chord Overstreet, and more fucking depressing songs <3

30: Favorite band   Hmmm.... Ramstein

31: How I feel right now   Eh, depressed, loved, horny, sad, upset, happy, it’s all jumbled up

32: Someone I love  My fiance~

33: My current relationship status   Engaged <3 <3

34: My relationship with my parents   I wouldn’t care if they died, not going to lie, I would do it if there were no consequences

35: Favorite holiday   Halloween ;o

36: Tattoos and piercing i have   Sadly, no tats yet. Only piercings I have so far, are my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing i want   Tattoo: A knife going through a skull with chains loosely wrapped around it   Piercing:  The tip of my ears

38: The reason I joined Tumblr   My fiance told me about it, and it was an easier way for us to chat with each other and send each other all of the dirty little naughty things we want~

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?   I don’t know if he hates me, but I don’t know if I hate him, I’m just fucked up and confused

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?   Sometimes

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?   Nope, but I hope to soon~

42: When did I last hold hands?   Hold hands? I think that was in 8th grade when my friend Kiana was dragging me away from the bullies

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?  Like 5-10 minutes

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?   Yep

45: Where am I right now?   In my cursed room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?   Depends, where am I? In England, my fiance. Here? I don’t know, Kiana

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?   Depends on the type of music playing, and also what it’s playing from, like headphones.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?   Unfortunately

49: Am I excited for anything?   2024 :3

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?   Yep

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?   Honestly? 97% of the time

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?   I don’t know, uhmmm..... think it was in 11th grade

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?   Well, that’s a hard one, cause I have yet to kiss anyone. But, say if it was my fiance, I would slap the shit out of whoever he is kissing, and probably shove a stick up their @$$

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?   ....

55: What is something I disliked about today?   No chocolate

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?   My fiance, I just want him in front of me and to hug him and never let go~

57: What do I think about most?   2024, Desserts, Fiance, Music, Pets, unfortunately, John 

58: What’s my strangest talent?   Uhhh.... Don’t really have any, I guess hiding how I truly feel inside

59: Do I have any strange phobias?   Is being deathly afraid of ants a strange phobia?

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?   Behind, 100%

61: What was the last lie I told?   That I was fine

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?   I don’t know, they both seem a bit weird to me

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?   Ghosts, yes. Aliens? I don’t know

64: Do I believe in magic?   Who knows

65: Do I believe in luck?   Sometimes

66: What’s the weather like right now?   Clear

67: What was the last book I’ve read?   A fan-fiction of RWBY

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?   Yesssss

69: Do I have any nicknames?   K

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?   My arm twisting completely around

71: Do I spend money or save it?   Save

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?   Nope :(

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?   Eww, fuck noooo

74: Favorite animal?   Entire Cat family and wolves

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?   Watching “Love 020″ on Netflix

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?   Hmmm.... I have no clue, never really thought about it

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?   Lots, but, definitely this one:   Dream of You - Camila Cabello and Battle Scars - Lupe Fiasco

78: How can you win my heart?   Be mindful of how I truly feel, care for me like no one ever has, be a dominant

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?   "I had so many battle scars from my war, but my love healed them away~”

80: What is my favorite word?   Chocolate

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr   @thelonewolf84  @we-are-beautiful-s0uls @britishdom 

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?   I don’t give a fuck what you think about who I love

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?   Yeah, my bio-father

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?   Invisibility

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?   What my thoughts are about my ex or how I feel towards him or what I would say if I was allowed the chance to ask him 1 thing

86: What is my current desktop picture?   I have it on shuffle, but currently it’s on a picture of an anime boy playing the piano in the rain

87: Had sex?   Not yet ;)

88: Bought condoms?   Nope

89: Gotten pregnant?  Do I seriously need to answer that?

90: Failed a class?   Yes.... I think

91: Kissed a boy?   Not yet ;)

92: Kissed a girl?   Nope

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?   Haven’t kissed anyone!!! Omg

94: Had job?   Not yet

95: Left the house without my wallet?   What wallet?

96: Bullied someone on the internet?   Fuck no!

97: Had sex in public?    -sigh-

98: Played on a sports team?   Yep, soccer and baseball when I was 8-11

99: Smoked weed?   Nope

100: Did drugs?   Nope

101: Smoked cigarettes?   Almost

102: Drank alcohol?   Mhm

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?   Fuck no! I want my bacon and kielbasa!!!

104: Been overweight?   Nope

105: Been underweight?   Currently am

106: Been to a wedding?   Yep, my aunts

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?   Yes lol, longer

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?    Yes lol, longer

109: Been outside my home country?   Not yet

110: Gotten my heart broken?   ....yes.....

111: Been to a professional sports game?   I...think so....?

112: Broken a bone?   Many, many times. I was very clumsy in my teens, I still am but have yet to break any bones so far

113: Cut myself?   Yes and yes, to both ways

114: Been to prom?   No, skipped it

115: Been in airplane?   -shivers-  Too scared to be in one, but I will have to when I go to England

116: Fly by helicopter?   Nope

117: What concerts have I been to?   None

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?   Yep

119: Learned another language?   Mhm, spanish

120: Wore make up?   No

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?    Still a virgin.....

122: Had oral sex?   Nope

123: Dyed my hair?   Want to

124: Voted in a presidential election?    Nope, fuck politics

125: Rode in an ambulance?   Yep

126: Had a surgery?   Mhm

127: Met someone famous?    Nope

128: Stalked someone on a social network?   Hehe....yeah lol

129: Peed outside?    I don’t remember if I have or have not

130: Been fishing?   Yes... My instructor ate the worms ;-;

131: Helped with charity?   Yep ^^

132: Been rejected by a crush?   Yep

133: Broken a mirror?   Yeah

134: What do I want for birthday?   Depends, which birthday? This year, Triple Chocolate Fudge cake. 2024, to be in my fiance’s arms~

[idkxwriting]

Another Love - Part 2

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Catch up on part one here.

It had been three weeks since Y/N had even spoken to the Mikaelsons. Rebekah had texted and promised to call and get together as soon as she got back from vacation with her boyfriend, Marcel. Other than that, it had been radio silence.

Y/N had missed her second family like crazy. She kept busy though, between finishing up her masters and her new job at the Lockwood firm. Her boss, Mr. Lockwood, had more than kept her occupied with his demanding and overbearing personality.

She was headed back from picking up Mr. Lockwood’s lunch (a task she was grossly overqualified for) when her bluetooth cut off her music, Mr. Lockwood’s angry voice coming through the speakers.

“Y/L/N, I asked for you to have my lunch on my desk by 1:15,” he barked.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to remain calm. Two weeks of him shouting had her on edge. “I’m right down the road, Mr. Lockwood,” she sighed.

“Right down the road isn’t at my desk, is it? How can you possibly expect to handle a more prominent position at this company if you can’t even handle a simple internship?”

She felt her cheeks heat, and bit back the words she so desperately wanted to shout at him as her temper rose. “Mr. Lockwood, your concern isn’t -” she cut herself off as the car in front of her slammed it’s brakes, causing her to crash into it. “Shit!” She shouted as she smacked her head on the steering wheel, the food went flying, and her airbag popped. She could hear her boss screaming at her incompetency before the call disconnected.

She glanced around her car in shock. Her body was shaking, adrenaline rushing through her. She patted herself down, as if she were taking inventory, and let out a breath realizing she was mostly okay. She rubbed at her forehead, it would definitely leave a bruise, but she felt fine.

She struggled with the seatbelt a moment, her hands fumbling, when the driver in front of her got out, approaching her window quickly.

“Shit, are you okay?” He was handsome, his ocean eyes a stark contrast to his jet black hair. He wore a leather jacket, and had bad boy written all over him.

Y/N nodded, taking deep breaths to calm herself before speaking. “Yea, I’m fine, just stuck.”

“Let’s get you out of there,” he leaned his arm in through her open window, unlocking her door and yanking it open. When she turned to really look at him he quickly placed his hands along her face. “Alright, you’re bleeding,” he pointed out. “Don’t move.”

She suddenly felt the warm liquid rolling down her temple and brushed her hand along it, smearing the blood. When she looked down and saw how much was on her hand she winced, but upon inspecting it in the mirror she decided it was a superficial bleed, nothing to worry about.

The stranger she had hit was leaning into his car, retrieving his phone presumably to dial 911. She groaned at the thought of an ambulance showing up to cart her away. How embarrassing.

“Y/N!”

She threw her head back, slamming her eyes shut. “Oh my God,” she muttered upon recognizing Elijah’s voice. “Could this day possibly get any worse?”

Her phone beeped, a text from her boss letting her know she was fired. “Apparently.” She glanced at Elijah through her rear view mirror, rushing towards her, his face panicked.

Elijah was on his way back into Mystic Falls when he saw Y/N’s vehicle, one he’d recognize anywhere, pulled over to the side of the road - the front end smashed up. He quickly pulled off and placed his car in park, throwing his blinkers on and rushing towards her.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Elijah unbuckled her seatbelt, taking inventory of her, his eyes widening at the blood. He was in full crisis mode.

Y/N was mortified. “I’m fine!” She insisted. She slid out of the car, and he held onto her, steadying her. She looked back to see his Bentley, blinkers on. “Where on earth did you come from?”

Elijah pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it up to her temple as he pushed her into a seated position so her feet dangled out the side of the car. He pulled out his cellphone and she grabbed his hand.

“Elijah, I’m fine, really. Besides, the guy I hit is already calling,” she nodded towards the handsome strangers direction, and Elijah glared. “Totally my fault,” she clarified. She held up her phone as an explanation. “I was in the middle of getting fired.” She groaned again at her predicament, holding her head in her hands.

Elijah sighed and knelt down so he was closer to her level. He pulled her hand away so he could get a closer look at the cut on her temple. She glanced up, her Y/E/C eyes meeting his dark gaze. She froze for a minute, not sure she had ever been this close to the older Mikaelson before. Her breath hitched and he cleared his throat.

“You hit your head pretty hard,” he said. “We should get you to the hospital.”

Y/N stood, pushing past Elijah. “I’m fine,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way towards the other driver.

The handsome stranger had just hung up the phone when she approached. “Hey, I’m really sorry,” he said. “I was trying to avoid a deer…”

Y/N waved her hand. “Totally my fault, I should have paid more attention.”

“Well ambulance is on it’s way.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled and she wasn’t sure if it was her injury that made her feel a little dizzy or the charm that came along with his handsome smile. “Damon,” he introduced himself. “Damon Salvatore.” He held his hand out.

She glanced at her own free hand, the other still occupied with holding Elijah’s handkerchief to the bleed. She held it up, and he frowned at the blood on her fingers. “Y/N Y/L/N,” she greeted. “I’d shake, but uhhh…”

He nodded. “Not a problem. Listen, I’d feel a lot better if you sat down for a minute.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Elijah’s voice suddenly interrupted, making her jump. “Sit,” he demanded. She turned and he ignored the attitude she gave him, insead taking her by the upper arm and guiding her along the stone wall next to the road, hopping her up to sit.

She glared at him defiantly. “You can’t just tell me what to do,” she snapped. She flinched and clutched her side as she turned her upper body, Elijah’s hands coming to rest on her rib cage gently.

He began lifting the bottom of her shirt to inspect where the pain was coming from and Y/N froze upon feeling his warm fingertips against her skin. His eyes met hers once again and she blushed.

She shoved her shirt back down, breaking their eye contact. “I’m fine, seriously, please stop.”

Elijah stood straight, turning to address Damon with a hard stare.

“Hey man,” Damon held his arms up defensively upon seeing Elijah’s angry glare. “I’m really sorry about your girlfriend. Ambulance is on the way, they’ll have her good as new in no time.”

“Girlfriend!? No, no, no...not his girlfriend,” Y/N blurted from behind Elijah’s shoulder.

The police showed up seconds later, taking statements and insurance information. An EMT looked Y/N over while the officer spoke to Damon. She watched as Elijah spoke to the second officer, businesslike as usual. He snuck a peek at her, and she wondered briefly if it had been concern on his face. The officer said something, and Elijah nodded, shaking his hand and thanking him before approaching Y/N once more.

The EMT turned to address him. “She’s just got a mild concussion and some bruising, she’ll be fine. Just keep an eye on her overnight, if her headache gets worse, call the doctor. Otherwise, just some ibuprofen, a bandaid, and a little bit of rest will have her good as new.”

“Thank you,” Elijah said. The EMT disappeared and Y/N hopped down. She began walking toward her car when Elijah caught up with her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked.

She scoffed at him. “Home, obviously...as soon as the cops are done with me.”

“They have everything they need, I took care of it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Did this man treat everything like a business deal? “Great, thanks.”

“They’ll tow your car to the shop, I’ll take you home,” he explained.

She studied him for a moment, and then turned back to her car which definitely wasn’t driveable. “Awesome,” she muttered before turning and heading towards the Bentley.

“Y/N!” Damon called, rushing over.

She stopped in her tracks until he caught up.

He grinned again slyly, and it was enough to make any girl weak in the knees, which meant he was trouble. “Listen, since the suit over here isn’t your boyfriend,” he gestured over his shoulder, “let me make it up to you.” He reached around to her back pocket, sending a thrill down her spine, and pulled out her phone while being careful not to touch her directly. He punched his number in, adding it to her contacts. “Call me, I’ll pick you up, when my car is fixed,” he teased, “and I’ll buy you a drink.”

She smiled at that and nodded. “Okay,” she said shyly. “Sounds good.”

When Damon turned to leave, Elijah stood directly in his path, staring him down. Damon shrugged, patting Elijah on the back. “Girls like that don’t wait around, buddy,” he said quietly so only Elijah could her. “You snooze, you lose.”

He brushed his shoulder past and Elijah threw his hand up, pushing lightly on his chest and stopping him in his tracks. “Girls like that don’t end up with guys like you,” he narrowed his eyes, “buddy.”

Elijah walked over, unlocking his car and holding the door open for Y/N. “What was that?” She asked curiously.

Like he often did, Elijah ignored her question, instead shutting her door and walking around to the drivers side.

He drove her to her apartment in silence, his eyes fixed on the road.

She leaned her head against the glass of his window, letting it cool her skin and closed her eyes. Now that the adrenaline had subsided she realized just how tired she was.

“You should call Kol,” Elijah finally spoke.

She sat up and readjusted herself in her seat. “No need…”

Elijah glanced over and saw her on her phone, assuming she was texting his brother now. “I have to admit, I was surprised to see your car like that…”

“Yeah, well, I was surprised too.”

“I was surprised to see you in Mystic Falls at all,” he clarified.

She drew her brows together. “I live here, Elijah.”

He sighed. “I simply meant I assumed you’d be in New Orleans, with Kol.”

She leaned back up against the window, watching the trees go by. “I don’t do everything with Kol, you know. I have a life of my own. My own apartment, my own job. Well...I did anyway. Guess I’ll have to look for another one of those. Have I ever told you Mr. Lockwood is a dick?” She vented, taking a deep breath after her rambling.

Elijah turned the corner of his lip up to an almost smile. “I can’t believe you went with Lockwood over Mikaelson, now that you bring it up.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yea right, me work for you?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

She chuckled then. “Elijah you can barely stand me most of the time. Besides, I don’t need people thinking I only got a job because of my connections. I need to earn it.”

“And running errands for Richard Lockwood is earning it? Y/N you’re far too over qualified to be getting that pompous madman his lunch.”

She laughed and Elijah smiled as he pulled into her driveway. He had always loved her laugh, though he’d never admit it.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said as she got out of the car and headed toward her door.

He shut off the car and hopped out, his larger strides catching up to her quickly. She turned with a perplexed look on her face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Y/N, surely you didn’t think I was just going to drop you off.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you just did?”

He walked past her to her door and waited for her to unlock it. “You have a concussion. You can’t be alone for twenty-four hours.”

She stopped what she was doing, leaving her keys hanging in the doorknob, and stared at him with shock. “No, you’re not staying here.”

Elijah finished unlocking the door himself and stepped inside, taking in her home. He had been there once or twice before, but never for an extended period of time. “If you’d prefer the hospital, by all means,” he waved his hand to the doorway “after you.”

She sighed and dropped her purse on the the table, kicking off her shoes as she walked down her hall. She dropped onto her couch and turned on the tv. “Suit yourself,” she mumbled.

Elijah stood against the doorframe to her living room, watching her for a moment before moving into the room and leaning over, grabbing the remote from her lap. He shut the television off and tossed it across the couch.

“Hey!”

“You have a concussion. You need rest.”

“Netflix is rest,” she argued.

His stance let her know she wasn’t going to win. “You need to rest your brain, not just your body. Are you hungry?”

She wanted to say no, but her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast. She nodded as she yawned, curling up into the couch. He watched her as she drifted off to some much needed sleep. When she started to snore he smiled softly and pulled a blanket over her, brushing a strand of her Y/H/C hair off her face. He ran his thumb just under the cut on her temple and let out a breath he felt like he had been holding since first seeing Y/N.

Elijah had never felt panic grip his heart the way it had that afternoon upon seeing her car. Before he could examine what that might mean too closely, he pulled himself away from her and into the kitchen.

Y/N awoke a bit later to the smell of garlic wafting through her apartment and her empty stomach growling in her ears. She sat up slowly, stiff and disoriented, trying to remember the days events clearly when it all came back. Elijah had brought her home, though she couldn’t recall when she had fallen asleep.

She stood and wandered into the kitchen. Before her was Elijah, minus his usual jacket and tie. The sleeves of his blue button up shirt were rolled up neatly. He looked relaxed as he pulled a dish out of the oven - the source to the heavenly smell.

When he turned and caught her watching him he grinned shyly. “You’re awake, good. I made dinner.”

She sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island and Elijah dished out the food, placing a plate in front of her. “Chicken parm is my favorite,” she exclaimed.

He nodded knowingly before bringing his own plate over. “Dig in. How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” She took a bite of the meal and groaned. “Oh my god, amazing now,” she replied, her mouth full. She ate quickly, her stomach demanding more.

“Slow down,” he laughed. “It’s not going anywhere.”

Y/N swallowed and wiped her mouth with a napkin Elijah had set out earlier. “Sorry,” she spoke shyly. “The last time I had your chicken parmigiana was ages ago,” she explained.

Elijah nodded. “Before Niklaus left for New Orleans,” he reminded her.

They ate the rest of their meals in silence. Elijah attempted to bring up Kol once or twice, and she had been polite but changed the subject each time, effectively ending any conversation.

After dinner he insisted she lay down again. When she began to get antsy and bored because she couldn’t fall asleep, he walked over to her bookcase. He examined each book, and upon finding a worn copy of a book where the title had rubbed off the spine he pulled it out. It was red and the cover was stained, the pages dogeared.

He sat down in the recliner across from her and when she saw the book in her hand she reached across for it. He held it out of her grasp. “What book could possibly be so entertaining that you’ve completely worn your copy out?” He asked as he noted the unevenness of the pages as they separated from the spine.

“Harry Potter, obviously,” she laughed.

He rolled his eyes. “A children’s book?”

She stood and swiped it from him and held it to her chest. “Whoa there, buddy. It’s not just a children’s book. It’s a classic. I actually feel sad for you that you’ve never read it.”

Elijah licked his lips and held back a grin. He grabbed the edge of the book and pulled it from her grip. “Alright then, Harry Potter it is.”

“What are you doing?” She laughed.

He shrugged. “You can’t watch television, and reading will strain your eyes which I’ve read isn’t good for a concussion. You can, however, listen.”

She studied him for a moment before curling back up on the couch, pulling her blanket over her and resting her head on the arm. “I’m actually really jealous of you right now,” she smiled. “I’d love to be able to experience it for the first time again. Getting to know the characters, not knowing where the story will take you. It’s sort of like that rush of falling in love, you know?”

His warm gaze met hers and she held her breath. It was as if a storm had passed, leaving flecks of golden sunshine in his eyes and she wondered if she’d ever seen anything so beautiful. “Yes,” he whispered. “I believe I do.”

She broke eye contact, turning so she was laying on her back and staring at the ceiling.

A moment later he began to read, his voice lulling her into a deep sleep.

The next morning Y/N woke to see Elijah still passed out in the recliner. Her tattered copy of The Sorcerer’s Stone in his lap. She looked at him, so relaxed and peaceful. She stood and slid the book from his lap, placing it gently on her coffee table. Elijah hadn’t moved, and she brushed his sleep mangled hair from his forehead. When he stirred she yanked her hand away, clutching it to her chest. She froze in place, hoping he wouldn’t wake up and catch her in her moment of weakness.

Elijah breathed deep and opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. He stretched and looked at Y/N. “Hey,” he muttered tiredly. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she replied quickly, the heat rushing to her cheeks. She rushed to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She showered and dressed fairly quickly, calming her nerves. She had never in all her years of knowing the Mikaelson’s spent this much alone time with Elijah and it had her on edge.

When she came back out she smelled coffee and Elijah was in the process of making pancakes. He had straightened up his hair, but his shirt was untucked and slightly rumpled, the top buttons undone. Y/N let her eyes trail over him, enjoying a rare sighting of Elijah anything but polished.

She took a deep breath, resolving to not let her feelings make things weird. I can do this, she said to herself. She waved awkwardly when he lifted his head and saw her, which made him chuckle. She ignored it, and decided keeping busy was best, and helping with breakfast was the perfect busy activity. She walked past him and leaned into the fridge, grabbing orange juice and creamer. They worked in unison and when breakfast was ready Y/N set the table and Elijah poured the coffee.

“Thank you, by the way,” Y/N kept her eyes on her pancakes. “You didn’t have to stay last night. I owe you one.”

Elijah nodded. “I take it you’re feeling better today?”

“A little stiff,” she commented. “But other than that I feel fine.”

“Good,” he said taking a bite of his pancake. “Then starting tomorrow you can work for me at the firm.”

“What?”

He sipped his coffee. “You’re done with Lockwood, and you need a job. As it happens I need a new project manager.”

“I don’t have the experience to be a project manager,” she stumbled.

“Y/N you are smart, you’re a quick learner, you know the company, and I need someone I can trust. You’re perfect.” She opened her mouth to argue but Elijah continued. “Besides, I believe you ‘owe me one’ do you not?”

Y/N knew better than to fight him on this, and she did need a job. “Okay.”

He stood, clearing their plates. “Perfect. Take today and rest, I’ll call to check in after work. Otherwise, I expect you at 8am tomorrow.” He grabbed his jacket and hooked it over his arm, making his way to the front door, Y/N following behind him. “I hate to eat and run,” he teased, “but I do need to get to the office.”

She opened the door for him. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

He lingered for a moment. “What you said before, about me not being able to stand you...I’m sorry I ever gave you that impression. Truth be told, I quite enjoy your company,” he said before leaning in. He hugged her lightly, and after a moment she returned it, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stole this moment, placing his hand in her hair and breathing her in before letting go. He brushed his lips against her cheek softly, and she turned her face towards him. They both paused, realizing how close their faces were, the air around them ignited. His eyes flickered to her lips.

Y/N was sure her heart had stopped. When she saw his eyes darken she knew she wasn’t reading into things. Elijah wanted to kiss her. She waited for a moment, holding the breath in her lungs, but he held back.

He released his arms from around her, clearing his throat. “I should go,” his voice was strained. He turned without looking back, and got into his car.

Y/N felt like she had whiplash. She was convinced Elijah only ever thought of her as his little brother’s annoying friend, but she was so sure he had felt that, too.

Maybe it was just the moment they got lost in, but she was sure he had wanted her.

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